Joining the WWE

Chapter 4
The Club

The club that everyone had decided on was loud and crammed with people. Terry loved it. She couldn't wait to get out on the dance floor and put her new worries behind her for a few hours.
There was a whole bunch of them from the show, including Chris Jericho, CM Punk, Kofi Kingston, Glen, even though he had a nasty bruise on his head, and a few of the divas like Kelly and Candice. It made for a crowd.
When Terry had seen Glen in the lobby, she went up to him and motioned him closer when she grabbed his head, pulled him down to her level and kissed the bruise.
It kind of shocked him, but he chuckled.
"My head will be fine, just don't aim for it anymore, Terry or I'm gonna have to do something worse in the ring next time."
"That's only if you can catch me, big guy," Terry replied with a smirk.
He growled at her and she laughed, then went suddenly still. That growl was familiar and she knew exactly where she heard it.
Then she remembered the scratches on his back.
She jerked back to the present, still waiting at the bar to get her drink.
The rest of the gang was at a table, but she felt two sets of eyes on her.
She knew who her mystery lover was, but how was she supposed to deal with this.
Two of the biggest men she ever met had laid a claim on her body, but she still wanted both of them.
She didn't know what to do!
She finally got her drink, a screwdriver, of all things, and she downed it, staring into space until a big chest in dark red blocked her view of the dance floor.
Terry jerked her face up to Glen's and wondered what was going on behind his eyes.
"What's up, big man, besides you, of course?" Terry said, her sense of humor coming to save her.
"Wanna dance?" he asked with a smile.
Terry just nodded her head and let him pull her to the dance floor.
At least, for a little while, she could forget. The only problem was that Glen was being a perfect gentleman and she thought maybe, just maybe, she could've been wrong in her assumptions.
The next song started and Terry realized that Glen was tireless on the dance floor. She should have started to relax but she felt watched and not just by her dance partner.
She quickly glanced over where her new friends were sitting and noticed Dave was staring right at her and grinning.
He waggled his fingers at her and was slowly looking her up and down while she danced with a very tall Glen.
She missed a step and fell into Glen, who caught her in his arms. Terry gulped hard, thanking whatever gods there were that he couldn't hear her.
When she straightened herself out, Glen was watching her with a concerned look.
"You ok," he yelled over the music.
"Yeah, my foot slipped," she replied.
Glen raised a disbelieving eyebrow, knowing she was preoccupied, but playing dumb all the same.
Terry just rolled her eyes at him and they danced for a few more songs before going to get more drinks.
The rest of the night passed in somewhat of a blur for Terry, between dancing with most of the guys and drinking.
When she finally let herself into her hotel room (by herself), she stumbled towards the bed, shedding clothes as she went and passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow.
It wasn't long before someone unlocked her door and crept in, silent.
He walked over to the bed, staring down at her sleeping, getting hard just thinking about what he had done earlier on that night.
He closed the curtains that illuminated Terry's naked form and he slowly got undressed and crawled into the bed beside her. He had to have her again!

Terry's eyes opened to pitch black, knowing she had left the curtains open when she went to bed.
Then she felt movement beside her and knew she wasn't alone!
She just about screamed when a large hand came down over her mouth and a male voice whispered "I told you we would continue this," and then he started moving his free hand down her body, exploring, turning her on.
She relaxed until a painful pinch on her nipple had her gasping and arching her back off the bed and clutching the sheets in her fists.
She felt him move and suddenly his mouth was on her breast, sucking and biting, making her moan for more.
He smiled against her flesh and moved lower, over her stomach, making her writhe. His mouth worked painful little bites down her torso, then down her left thigh, making her gasp.
He moved over to her right leg and she whimpered, wanting him to take her clit into his mouth.
"Please, make me cum with your mouth," she pleaded, still not sure who it was that was making her feel so damn good.
She put her hands down to his head to try to guide him closer and she heard him chuckle.
She sat up, knowing that laugh.
"Gl . . ."
His hands pushed her back down on the bed and his mouth descended, making her groan.
"Oh, god, yes, don't stop," she gasped, beyond caring about who she was with.
He smiled against her wet flesh, sucking on her clit one second, then swirling his tongue into her sweet tasting pussy the next.
His hands held her legs apart so he could have full access to her dripping heat.
She felt the tension throughout her body, coiling tighter and tighter, until she slid over the edge and she was screaming just from his mouth.
She collapsed on the sheets, breathing hard and sweaty, not wanting to think, just feel.
She felt his big body slide up onto hers, spreading her legs with his hands and resting between them and she was ready for him, wanting to feel him deep inside.
His mouth came back to her breasts and teased them by just licking the tip, then blowing on the nipple gently, making them rock hard.
Her hands came up to his bald head and she pulled him in for a kiss.
Just as his tongue swept past her lips, he pushed in with his cock, feeling her around him, clenching his member tight.
He broke the kiss, pushing himself up on his elbows, not moving a muscle, afraid he would lose it right away.
Terry made a mewling noise and started to wiggle around, her body wanting more.
"God, Terry, stop moving or I'm gonna lose it and fuck you senseless," he muttered.
"Glen, please, don't stop, I want you to fuck me senseless," Terry breathed, needing to feel him move.
"I want you to move," she said desperately, still not being able to sit still.
He just groaned and bent down to her and gave one good thrust, enough to make her cry out into his mouth.
"I want this to take all night, little spitfire. I want to make you cum so much that you can't even think!" he growled against her mouth, making her tremble, turning her on even more.
"Please, I want to see you," Terry begged, wanting to look into his eyes while he was inside of her.
He groaned and reached over with one hand to turn on the bedside lamp.
Soft light revealed Terry to him, her amber colored eyes looking up at him with longing and desperation, her long hair a tangled mess over the pillow.
At least now he knew what color her eyes were when she was turned on.
And that was his undoing!