DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in the WWF, ECW or in the WCW, if only in my dreams.
DISTRIBUTION: Flights.
RATING: Probably X-rated.
CONTENT: A sex sandwich with two WWF superstars
SUMMARY: This is for my best friend Jess to whom I promised a WWF story. So sit back and enjoy... especially you Jess!
Jess stood backstage at the slow action in the ring and stifled a yawn. The 60-minute Iron Man match might have looked like a good idea before but right now, it felt like a really bad one. She couldn't stand it anymore. The pace was too slow to keep her interested. But her eyes stayed on the monitor. Even if the match was boring, Rock looked hot and man enough for her eyes to stay on him, and occasionally drift over to the referee, Shawn Michaels. How good they both looked, she sighed, biting into her lower lip.
Then Rock started to bleed. As the red liquid started trickling down his face, Jess' heart tightened. Well, it looked like she was going to work after all.
"Jess," said BB, the WWF's main EMT, as she came up to her, "you take Rock, ok?"
"Yeah," answered Jess, her eyes still on the TV.
"Doesn't look too bad. Sterilize, bandage and send him on his way."
"I know how to do my job, Barbara," snapped Jess.
"Listen, you're new here and you could use a few tips from a pro."
"First off, Barbara, I am NOT new here. I'm here for the night. And I am a pro. I've been an EMT for five years now. I've been patching up people for quite a while and I think I can handle these guys."
"We'll see," whispered BB before walking away.
Jess ducked into the small room that had been set up for her to handle injuries and set up everything she'd need. With any luck, she'd show BB a thing or two about emergency care. Once everything was set up, Jess went back to the monitor to keep an eye on the match. Now HHH was bleeding too. Looked like BB was going to be busy too.
"I hope that's it for the night," sighed BB.
"Who else could get hurt?" scoffed Jess.
"Shawn Michaels, Vince, Shane, DX?"
"I doubt it. They'll run in but I doubt they'll need our help."
"We'll see."
Unfortunately for BB, Jess was proven right. The members of the McMahon-Helmsley regime carried HHH in a few minutes later, his bloodied hair falling all over his face and shoulders. Jess observed his approach wearily and shrugged. Incredible athlete, she thought, but as far as Jess was concerned, he did absolutely nothing for her.
"You!" barked Vince at Jess, "can't you see we need a hand here?"
"Of course," she said stepping forward, "let's have a look at."
"No!" screamed BB, rushing in front of Jess, "I'll look after Hunter."
"Actually Barbara," said Stephanie stepping in front of her husband, "I'd rather you didn't."
"Why not? I've been trained to do this."
"Well, you always seem far more interested in shoving your breasts in his face than actually taking care of him!"
"Hey, I get the job done!"
"Fine," screeched Stephanie, "you work on Rock and let the new girl work on Hunter!"
"Steph, shut the fuck up! God damn it!" growled Hunter, "I'm bleeding all over the place here. If you're that jealous, why don't you come in with me and make sure she keeps her hand off me?"
"Fine!"
As Stephanie and husband pass by her, Jess started to laugh.
"You have a fuckin' problem?" asked Steph.
"No," giggled Jess, "I do not have a problem."
Just then, Rock was brought in, blood dripping all over his face. Jess rushed to his side and had two of the 'real' referees guide him into the recovery room.
"All right," she said, "have him sit down on the cot. I'll take it from there."
Jess quickly put on a pair of rubber gloves and started wiping the blood off Rock's face and tried to stay focused on the job and not on his beautiful face. She cleaned his face and the area surrounding the wound as best she could and moved back to her worktable. As she did so, Rock looked at the EMT taking care of him and appreciated the view. She was short, well, about 5'3" or 5'4", well-built with nice full breasts, and her hair was out of control, kind of like that chick from 'Ally McBeal', the black girl, Renée something. Oh, this Black EMT was hotter than hot.
"All right, Mr.. what should I call you?" she asked, coming closer to him.
"Rock will do just fine. What should I call you?"
"Jess. It's short for Jessyka."
"Funny. You don't look like a Jessica to me."
"Well, I'm not a J-E-S-S-I-C-A. I'm a J-E-S-S-Y-K-A," she explained.
"With a Y and a K? That's unusual."
"I'm an unusual woman."
"You're a beautiful woman," said Rock, looking up at her.
Jess grinned down at the beautiful face and set his head back in place as she sterilized his wound and bandaged it.
"All right," she said, stepping back and put her hands on her hips, "you're all set."
"So soon?"
"I'm good. And it was a minor injury. But I do suggest you swing by a hospital for a few tests tonight."
"Well, my head does hurt a bit," he said with a grin. "Can't you look into it?"
Jess smiled and approached Rock again, feeling his head for bumps. As she did so, she felt his hands on her hips.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I wouldn't want you to lose your balance or anything."
"I'm sure I can manage."
Suddenly, a pain shot through her calf and Jess flexed her leg, wincing uncomfortably.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
"My calf. My brother recommended a workout for my calves and I think I overdid it a bit."
"Let me massage that for you," offered the people's champion, acting on his words right away.
As his large hand covered the lower part of her leg, Jess gasped breathlessly as she struggled for control. His hands were surprisingly soft on her skin and the feel of them there made her dizzy with excitement. She braced herself by putting her hands on his massive shoulders and allowing herself to sag against his body.
"That uh. feels. uh. good," she sighed.
"Could feel better."
"How much better?"
"That much better," said Rock, covering the area surrounding her navel with his mouth.
Jess ran her hands around Rock's head, all conscious thoughts fleeing from her mind. His mouth felt that good. Then Jess heard a discreet cough behind her and she struggled to make up her mind as to whether or not she should turn around.
"Rock," said a voice, "I was coming in to make sure you were all right, but from what I can see, this nurse is seeing to ALL your needs."
"I'm an EMT," protested Jess feebly. "Not a nurse, an EMT."
"What the hell do you want Michaels?" asked a very annoyed Rock.
"Just looking in on you, making sure you're being taken care of."
"I'm fine. Now leave."
"What about you miss? Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Rock is very rude not to introduce us. I'm Shawn Michaels, the."
"Heartbreak Kid. I know."
Jessyka reached out to shake Shawn's hand and shook her head. There she was in a small room with two of the hottest men in the WWF, one of them with his mouth on her stomach and heading south and the other one coming over to her with a dangerous smile on his face.
"Rock," asked Shawn, "are you sure you're quite 'man' enough to handle this gorgeous woman?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I'd be only too happy to help you out. Kind of payback for you losing the match?"
Rock looked up at Shawn Michaels then back at Jess, a smile spreading his handsome face.
"I'm game if she is."
Jess didn't stop to think. She just nodded her approval. Shawn slammed the door shut, locked it and went up to Jess, fastening his lips to hers. Her body felt like liquid fire as Rock quickly divested her of her capri pants and her white thong. His mouth covered her mound and her legs gave out. She let out a shrill scream right into Shawn's mouth and could hardly manage a breath when she felt his hands undo the knot on her crisp shirt and run them over her breasts.
"Mmmm, sweetheart," said Rock, pulling his mouth away from her, "you taste delicious!"
"Does she now?" asked Shawn. "How good?"
"Like exotic fruits. Gotta have more."
Rock's mouth went back to that spot between her legs and the tremors that shook Jess' body made her jerk right out of Shawn's arms. Only Rock's massive hands and arms kept Jess on her feet and when her orgasm rocked through her, her body tightened like an elastic band and she crumpled into his arms, unconscious.
"Man Rock," asked Shawn, rubbing his massive cock through his black shorts, "how come you always manage to find the hottest girls?"
"It's a talent."
Jess blinked from her cot and saw both men looking down at her, their erections straining through their shorts.
"Hi."
"Hello."
"How's the pain in your calf?"
"Better, much better thanks."
"Do you feel well enough to. continue?" asked Rock, raising his eyebrow questioningly.
"Do you?"
Rock picked Jess up from the cot and brought her naked breasts to a level with his mouth. Watching the action with undisguised interest, Shawn laid down on the cot, letting his hard-on escape the confines of his shorts. The girl was built like a goddess and she was limber. well, she looked limber, oh hell, he hoped she was limber.
"Michaels," asked Rock, "what did you have in mind?"
"Honestly, my wife gives me one hell of a workout, but I sure as hell have missed playing with a nice pair of breasts like this lovely young lady's."
"Good, that works for me."
"Doesn't anybody want my opinion?" asked Jess with an impish grin.
"Does that meet with your approval?" asked Rock.
"Sure does. I just wanted to add my opinion."
Jess slung her body across Shawn's and thrust her breasts in his face. Behind her, Rock ran her hand over her mound, fastening on her clitoris.
"That. feels rather good," she said quickly.
"How about that?" asked Shawn, nipping at her nipples, "does that feel good?"
"Uh. yeah!"
"And this?" asked Rock, thrusting into her.
The only answer she could manage was tossing her head from side to side as her fingers curled around the Heartbreak Kid's heartbreaker.
"Oh honey," he whispered, tearing his mouth from her breasts, "that's. well, it's damn good."
"I'm a very talented."
"EMT," completed Shawn, licking the underside of her breast.
"Would the two of you shut up?" asked Rock from above Jess. "I'm trying to focus on pleasuring Jess here."
"And you're doing a great job," she hissed before being overcome with another orgasm.
As he felt her inner channel throb around the length of his erection, bathing it with her essence, Rock exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm at the same time as Shawn did.
"Oh hell," said Shawn after a few minutes of silence, "that was. wow!"
"Tell me about it," said Rock.
"Jess," asked BB, coming into the room, "why did you lock. oh lord," she said taking in the sight of the three naked bodies tangled on the cot.
"See BB," grinned Jess, "I told you I could handle it."