The Cruiserweight

by L. Anne Carrington

  Red Rodent coughed. “Shit’s getting deep in here.”

  “Brett’s quite a charmer. We have a great time together, which there aren’t many chances to see one another with our schedules,” Karen said. “Since we‘ve been dating, I can’t remember when I’ve been happier.” Now if I can only find the right moment to tell him we’re going to be parents.

  The sound of phone chimes filled the room, interrupting the men’s banter and Karen‘s thoughts. “Hey, Rat Face, your ass is ringing,” Brett said.

  Rodent stared at his phone, making a face. “I know we were going to go get some drinks, but the ball and chain is calling, so God knows how long I’ll be. I‘ll meet you two outside.” He opened the locker room door. “Let me go take this call and I’ll catch you afterward.”

  “No problem, man. Tell Chrissy her favorite stud says hello and knows how much she wants my hot body.”

  “You wish,” Rodent shot back before he left.

  Karen turned to Brett, chuckling. “What was that?”

  “Rat Face and I go way back,” he replied. “Chrissy and I joke around and flirt, though she and Rodent have been into each other for years. I may give him shit, but the truth is, Karen, Chrissy couldn’t have a better husband. They don‘t fuck around on each other, despite that Rat Face could have almost any chick he wants. Just as well, because I don’t do married women on a usual basis.” I did have one-night stands with fans who may have been married, then there was the ‘fuck buddy’ thing with Kyra. Those were long before you.

  He went over and locked the door before he took Karen into his arms and kissed her. “Now, where were we?”

  “Brett, there’s something we need to discuss…”

  He nuzzled her neck, hands wandering under her blouse. “Whatever it is, it can wait until later.” He kissed her again. “Let’s enjoy the time we have before you have to head home tomorrow.”

  CHAPTER 38

  “Shouldn‘t we get ready to meet Red Rodent when he‘s done with his phone call?” Karen asked.

  "I was thinking maybe we could do something else while we‘re waiting," he replied, trailing kisses down her neck

  "Here? People might hear us. What if someone wants in?”

  "It’s locked, and everyone’s gone but Rat Face," Brett said with a smirk. He pulled her down on a bench, capturing Karen’s lips in a kiss that left her breathless.

  It didn’t take long for her to become aroused, and she began to reciprocate Brett’s advances. He always made her so damn horny at the strangest times!

  Her hands inched up his thighs to the crotch of Brett‘s pants, feeling his erection. “Mmm,” she purred, “I think I just found out what that ‘something else’ was.”

  "Don‘t tease me," he groaned as she unbuttoned his shirt and began to kiss her way down his chest and stomach. "Oh God," he gasped when he felt her hand unzip his jeans and stroke his hardness a few times over his briefs. "Please," he whined when she released her grip on him.

  "Patience," she replied as she pulled both jeans and underwear off his hips and down his legs. She continued her torture, kissing her way up one leg and then the other, giving special attention to the sensitive area around his manhood, driving Brett insane. He wasn’t sure how much longer would be able to maintain restraint.

  When Karen became bored teasing him, she turned her attention to his fully erect member. She swirled her tongue around the tip, making him gasp at the sensation. He groaned as she began to work her magic on him, losing himself in the pleasurable sensations. “God, baby, you‘re the best fucking cocksucker,” he panted.

  She continued to suck him in slow motion, enjoying every inch of his hardness. Brett groaned with pleasure, letting her know that she was turning him on. If sucking cock was an Olympic sport, she’d get the gold medal!

  Karen backed her mouth away, licking and kissing the tip of his penis, and then lowered her head, taking his entire length into her mouth. Looking down at her, Brett enjoyed the view of her head bobbing up and down as she performed deep throat for several minutes and then stopped without warning.

  His eyes popped open. "Baby," he groaned, needing his release. "What’s going on?"

  She stood up and removed her clothes, kneeling on a bench in front of him with her ass in the air. “Time for something a little different. Ever do a woman from behind?”

  Brett couldn’t believe she was offering her body in such a fashion. Whatever got into her, I hope it never ends!

  Climbing behind her, his manhood seemed to have a mind of his own, slipping inside of her. Karen was so tight, her muscles seemed to have a vise like grip on him. Brett alternated between running his hands over her round ass and giving it playful slaps as he pushed deeper into her.

  Karen squealed as he slapped her ass again. “You’re a bad little girl,” he said, giving her another smack. “You like having that ass slapped, don’t you, baby?”

  "I‘ll show you how bad I can be," Karen panted as he began to thrust in and out of her at a harder, steadier pace.

  He loved the feeling of being surrounded by her softness and the orgasms she had. Sure, he’d planned on making love to her at some point that evening, but never expected raw, wild sex in the locker room. In any case, he wasn’t complaining, Karen was just so damn hot when her wild side came out. Between that and the few opportunities they had to see each other, the sexual side of their relationship was anything but dull.

  Brett could hear her grunting and moaning, calling out his name, and he quickened his movements even more. Soon, he was fucking her with unrestrained passion, and sensed she enjoyed every minute. “Jesus, baby, of all the women I’ve been with, you’re the best I ever had.” I never done Kyra from behind!

  Soon, he felt his orgasm approach and slowed down his strokes, not wanting the moment end. In spite of his effort, there was no way he could delay the inevitable, so he sped up his thrusts harder than before. "Karen....I‘m coming.”

  Her body shuddered with a final orgasm as Brett‘s semen passed inside her. When he finished, he pulled out in one slow stroke and helped her off the bench before pulling her with him toward the back of the locker room where the showers were located.

  *****

  "My God," Brett groaned, still a little breathless when they finished getting dressed after having sex a second time in the shower. He pulled Karen into his lap, squeezing one of her breasts. "What did I do to deserve getting laid twice in one night?”

  She slapped his hand away, kissed him, and stood up. "Let‘s just say you‘re not the only one who needs a little loving once in a while. I’ll let you finish getting ready to meet your rodent friend while I call Mr. Sullivan and let him know I got the story for tomorrow‘s edition and he‘ll have it before my flight home."

  “You should be that way more often when you come to see me.” He blew a kiss. “Don’t be long.”

  “Trust me, I won’t.”

  “Sure you aren’t up for another round, baby?” he leered.

  “Not right now. Wasn’t twice enough? You’re insatiable.”

  “I’m willing, ready, and able when you’re around, not to mention a good wrestling match always makes me hard.”

  “Too much information. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Be ready to go meet Rodent.”

  “I’d rather take you back to my place and pick up where we left off. ”

  “I’m sure you would, but I have an early flight and need to go back to my hotel to get some sleep. I’m not planning on staying out very late, much as I’d love to spend more time with you.” Not to mention I may have risked hurting the baby.

  She walked out of the locker room, finding a remote spot down the hallway, and called Phoebe. “How is everything?”

  “Freezing. We lost heat at the office on Friday and Mr. Sullivan’s having a fit. I hope it’s fixed tomorrow or I’m taking the day off and staying in my warm house.”

  “Almost makes me hate coming home in the morning. I still have to email my story to him. I�
��ll get on it after I’m back at the hotel. Brett thinks I’m talking to Mr. Sullivan, but I wanted to call you instead.”

  “How’s Orlando?”

  “Great. I’m with him now and we’re going for drinks in a few minutes. The pay-per-view was exciting.” She then let out a low giggle. “The festivities afterward have been fun too.”

  It wasn’t lost on Phoebe what Karen was indicating. “Oh my God, you didn’t!”

  “He never saw it coming. No pun intended, of course.”

  “What’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you act that way.”

  “I don’t know. My sex drive seems to be in higher gear than normal since I got pregnant. It was all I could do not to jump on poor Brett before he had his match.”

  “I doubt he’d complained if you had. How does he feel about the baby?”

  “When I tried to tell him, he said whatever I wanted to discuss could wait until later.”

  “You need to talk to him soon.”

  “I know. It wouldn’t shock me if he was wondering why I’m such a nymphomaniac.” She looked around again and lowered her voice. “Did you ever have sex in the shower?”

  “Karen!”

  “If not, you should try doing it there and in a locker room.”

  “Good God, maybe you should be pregnant more often. You’ve become every guy’s dream.”

  “No thanks, I think once will be enough. I’m craving broccoli and cheese and I can’t stand broccoli.”

  She saw Brett emerging from the locker room out of the corner of her eye and heading in her direction with Red Rodent and another guy. “Hate to cut you short, but I have to get off the phone. Brett’s ready to go.”

  “Have fun. Don’t screw the poor man to death.”

  “If such a thing should happen, I’m sure Brett would die with a huge smile on his face.” Karen shut her phone and headed toward the approaching three men.

  *****

  While Karen made her phone call, Brett caught up with a few guys who were still hanging around "Hey, Kerrigan," one of them said. “What’s up in Midget Land?“

  He chuckled and shook his head. “Nice to know you’re still cracking corny jokes, Tony.”

  "Hang on…you’re in a good mood. You’re never like that after losing a match.”

  "Yes, I am," he replied with a smile.

  "But why?”

  Red Rodent came up to them, a look on his face as if a light bulb switched on over his head. "I just saw his girlfriend leaving the locker room," he told the other man.

  "Is anything sacred with you, Rat Face?”

  "You mean to tell me you got a piece of ass in there?"

  Brett said nothing, but smiled in response. I got a couple of hot blow jobs too. Nothing like having your dick sucked in front of your locker and then in the shower by a woman who is one step below a professional in giving head.

  "Not fair! You lucky bastard!"

  "More than you losers will ever know.” Brett was unable to keep the smile off his face. He teased Red Rodent one more time. “There’s plenty left over for your wife. I may even try to talk Karen into sharing.”

  “She probably won’t mind, but I do. Come on, let’s catch up to your lady. I’m picking up the tab.”

  CHAPTER 39

  Karen got back to her hotel around midnight, tiredness catching up to her tenfold. She wasn’t sure if it was the intensity of covering the PPV, sex with Brett in the locker room, or having drinks with him and his friends.

  She’d just finished her story and emailed it to Sullivan when her cell phone rang. She wasn’t sure whether or not she should answer the call at first, since the number flashing on the Caller ID screen was unfamiliar. Figuring it could be someone important calling from another location, she chose to answer the incoming call. “Karen Montgomery.”

  “Hi, sweetie, long time, no speak!” a female voice sang on the other end.

  “Sorry?”

  “Karen! It’s Kyra Dimes, Brett’s friend. Remember doing an interview with me?”

  “Oh my God! Kyra, I’m sorry for sounding rude. Yes, I do remember. To whom do I owe the honor of this call?”

  “Just little old me. I tried your office on Friday, but they said you were on assignment in Florida.”

  “I covered a pay-per-view for Orlando Wrestling and emailed my story to the boss.”

  “I know, just talked to Brett. He was so excited to see you.”

  Excited doesn’t even begin to describe it, Kyra. “It was good seeing him again. We haven’t talked in weeks.”

  “Everyone’s been running him ragged. I don’t know how he keeps up with it all.”

  “Brett’s done very well, and I’m proud of him. You never told me the reason for your call.”

  “Oh, that! I wanted to let you know I’m doing a show in Pittsburgh in a few weeks. I pulled some strings and suggested Brett be in it too when I found out another guy they booked had to cancel, and they‘re interested in him. Of course, it all happened before Brett signed with Orlando Wrestling, so I left a message with Stephanie Cross’ office to see if she’ll clear his schedule for that week.”

  “Which one?”

  “The week following his show in New York.”

  “Ms. Cross has a reputation for being flexible. I’m sure if Brett won’t have a problem, but it isn’t up to me to decide.”

  “Yeah, too bad. There was something else I wanted to discuss, but maybe this isn’t the time.”

  “What?”

  “It might upset you and make you think I’m a tramp, so better to leave things alone.”

  “Kyra, if something’s bothering you, I’m willing to listen, and the last thing I’d do is judge you.”

  “Promise you won’t be mad?”

  “Of course.”

  “You know that Brett and I worked together for about two years, and we got to be good friends.”

  “Sure, and he still talks so well about you from time to time,” Karen said.

  “Well, I’ll say up front that what happened didn’t go any further than friendship. One, I was—and still am—married, and Brett doesn’t date anyone who’s married or in a serious relationship. But one night, I had a fight with my husband. Brett came by my room to cheer me up. We ended up getting pretty drunk and having sex.”

  “So? That’s in the past. Sleeping with a guy once doesn’t make you a tramp.”

  “Maybe not, but after that, we started being…well…‘friends with benefits,’ if you know what I mean.”

  Karen’s heart sank. She wasn’t naïve to the fact that men in Brett’s profession had sexual encounters with both fans and female co-workers, but was a little disappointed to find out he was sleeping with someone he’d considered a close friend, and was a married woman!

  Kyra cut into her thoughts as if she knew what Karen was thinking. “It was just sex, nothing more, for about a year and a half. We agreed to break off that part of our friendship after he became serious about you and I agreed to try to work out my marriage. I’ve met a lot of guys who are total pigs and screw around on their wives and girlfriends, but when Brett got serious with you, he didn’t even as much as look at women any more. The man does not fool around, no matter how horny he is or how certain women turn him on. He just goes back to his room or whatever, orders big girl porn, and jacks off.”

  Karen broke out laughing, amused by her brazenness. “Too much information!”

  “Well, he does. It’s a miracle he doesn’t go blind. In case you were curious, he used condoms when we slept together or he was doing fans. Poor guy was always worried about some random girl coming back and claiming he got her pregnant, or he’d pick up some disease from the way some of those girls slept with different wrestlers every night. When Brett forgot to pack condoms, he’d settle for getting sucked.”

  “Hate to tell him, but a guy can get diseases from oral sex too.”

  “That’s what I told the little shit when he‘d forget condoms and wanted me to give him blow jobs inste
ad of screwing me. I guess most men are into that kind of thing.”

  “He gets tested on a regular basis, at least that’s what he’s told me.”

  “Brett’s diligent about shit like that, so you won’t have to worry about getting anything.”

  Except pregnant. “I hope not! He’s the only man I’m seeing.”

  “I know. He’s like a junior high kid who crushes on the prettiest girl in his class when he talks about you. I think you’re the first serious woman he’s had. I know he didn’t date in school, or lose his virginity until he was twenty with some indy wrestler whore about ten years older than he was. Poor guy, Brett was crushed when he found out she only had sex with him to win a bet.”

  “That’s just cruel. He’s so sweet, any woman would’ve been lucky to have him. I know I am.”

  “Stupid whore only did Brett to win a lousy hundred bucks when he had a big crush on her. Bitch tossed him aside like used toilet paper afterward. I swear if I ever see that tramp, I’m going to beat the living hell out of her for using him. I think the only good thing to come out of that was his love for older women.”

  Kyra giggled a little. “Maybe I won’t kill her after all. She probably made more money winning bets opening her legs for almost every new guy in the business than she did wrestling, and people say I’m a slut. Compared to her, I’m a born-again virgin. I may have gone to bed with different men for career reasons—not always my idea, by the way—but I didn‘t go around screwing young guys to win bets. So you don’t hate me for sleeping with Brett?”

  “I respect you for being honest with me. I know people have certain needs when they‘re away from home for long periods of time. Better to have Brett as a ‘friend with benefits’ who also treats you with respect, than some random guy who kicks you aside once he’s finished.”

  “I never knew a woman so understanding. Can I tell you another secret, Karen?”

  “Sure.”