Joining the WWE

Chapter 5
The Problem

He groaned and started to move, not being able to hold himself back any longer.
He slammed into her, making her cry out in abandon.
Terry closed her eyes and threw her head back, a silent invitation for him to bite her. He leaned down, trailing his lips against her skin, nipping once in a while.
Then, with sudden speed, his teeth sank into her flesh, almost breaking her skin.
Terry moaned and dug her nails into his back again, trailing down to his waist, leaving red furrows.
She never realized how much she loved the pain until Glen had done it to her. She didn't even care that his weight was almost crushing her, not wanting him to get away.
Just as suddenly, he was rolling on the bed, bringing her with him, until she was on top of him.
Her hair spilled down her back and over her heaving chest, making Glen want to tug at it again.
His hands rose from her hips to tangle in the hair against her breasts, rolling her nipples between his strong fingers.
"Glen, that feels so good," Terry whimpered, riding him, her hands clenching on his chest.
"You think that feels good, little spitfire, just wait," Glen said and sat up quickly, still imbedded in her.
He wrapped his arms around her slight form, pulling her down hard against him.
"Now, I'm gonna make you cum like this, over and over," he grunted against her neck, his right hand sliding in between their sweaty bodies, using his thumb to rub against her clit.
"Oh, god," Terry cried, throwing her head back, cumming almost instantly, the orgasm washing over her.
But he didn't stop, making her climb the peak again and again.
Finally, after the 5th orgasm, she felt him move and she found herself being flipped over on the bed, onto her hands and knees and feeling him fill her again.
She could barely keep herself on all fours when she felt his hand descend on her ass for the second time that night and she screamed.
He kept it up until her ass was bright red and she almost collapsed until he grabbed a handful of hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling hard.
Terry cried out again, feeling so weak with pain and pleasure she wasn't sure if she could take anymore.
Then she felt him start to thrust harder and faster and she couldn't hold herself up, the only thing keeping her from collapsing completely was his hand in her hair and on her hip.
It wasn't long before she was close to cumming when he cried out and she felt him jerk inside of her.
It was enough to put her over the edge and she screamed once more that night.
They both fell down on the sheets, breathing hard, hearts racing, Glen trying to hold his weight off of her on shaking arms.
He rolled to the left, pulling out of her. He then pulled her over to him, wrapping his arms around her and cuddling her close.
She put her head on his chest, hearing his heart beat gradually slow.
She felt his hand brush her hair off her face and she snuggled in more, thoroughly satisfied and exhausted.
Her eyes popped open when she realized that she still hadn't told either him or Dave what was going on.
She was about to open her mouth to speak when his finger settled on her swollen lips, silencing her.
"Go to sleep, Little Spitfire, we have to be up soon to catch the plane," Glen said quietly, gently smoothing her hair.
She smiled slightly at that and decided to listen, knowing she would have to face the problem sooner or later.
With that she closed her eyes and relaxed, wanting nothing more than a few hours of oblivion before she had to deal with anything more.
Glen smiled to himself when she closed her eyes in utter trust, wondering if she was going to be angry when she found out that he and Dave had decided to share her after Vince had told both of them that she had the hots for the them.
At first, he didn't like the idea of sharing, but he wanted her with such longing that he was willing to do anything. And admittedly, it was kind of an exciting idea to see her with someone else while he watched.
Glen closed his eyes, really satisfied for the first time in a long time.

The next morning, Terry woke up to the alarm, feeling like hell warmed over.
She thought it was a good thing that she didn't bruise easily because she felt every ache and pain she had begged for.
She rolled over, flinging her arm and smacked a snoring Glen on the chest.
"Ouch, do you always wake people up like that, little spitfire," Glen murmured, pulling her on top of him.
"Only when a big guy like you takes up most of the bed and blankets," she replied grumpily, but smiling and snuggling closer.
"I need a gallon of coffee," Terry said, wanting to go back to sleep.
"Can't do that until you get off of me," Glen said with a smile.
"Hey, you put me here, so don't complain, big guy."
Glen just squeezed her, then raised his hand to smack her butt.
"Up and at'em, lazy," Glen said, laughing when Terry jumped off him when his hand came down.
Terry growled at him and jumped on him, straddling his hips.
"Do you want me to pummel your head again, you brute."
"Only if it's the right head, little spitfire," he groaned, getting a hard on just from her being close to him.
Terry smiled and wiggled her hips, making him groan more.
"You better stop that or we won't get out of here in time, you tease," Glen growled.
Terry just smiled naughtily at him and jumped off the bed, running for the bathroom.
Glen chuckled, rolling out of bed and calling down for room service.
His back was sore and it was a wonder that he had any skin left from what he could see. He shrugged off the pain and slowly got dressed, hearing the shower start in the bathroom.


When Terry opened the door 20 minutes later, she could smell coffee.
Her mouth watered and she found a tray with a note:

See you on the plane, Little Spitfire

She just shook her head, smiling a little and got dressed, having her coffee and packing at the same time.
The ride to the airport was uneventful and she boarded the plane without too much delay.
She got to her seat and found she wasn't by herself.
"Hey, Little Spitfire," Dave said.
Dave had the seat right beside her!
"Hey," she said weakly.
She gulped hard, thinking about everything that had happened and she was very nervous because Glen was right across from her as well.
He looked up from his book and smiled at her, seeing her eyes turning an ice blue.
He was gonna have to ask her what each eye color meant.
She finally shook herself and sat down, digging in her bag for something to do. She settled on a book, opened it and tried to ignore the two men sitting with her.
Glen glanced at Dave and they shared an amused smile, unseen by Terry.
The plane was in the air when Terry looked up from her book. Both men were engrossed in whatever they were doing.
She sighed inwardly, not knowing what to do.
She got up to go to the bathroom, not knowing she had two pairs of eyes following her swaying hips.
Dave waited a couple minutes before getting up and stretching.
Glen just grinned, figuring out what Dave was going to do.
Dave strode to where the bathrooms were and waited until one of the doors opened and there was Terry.
Terry wasn't looking up when she felt a hand on her shoulder shove her back into the bathroom and she started to shout.
Dave's hand clamped over her mouth as he quickly glanced around and stepped into the cramped bathroom, closing and locking the door.
"Now, how about this? Nice and cozy, don't you think, Terry," Dave said while grinning, pressing up against her.
"Dave, what are you doing?" Terry hissed, afraid someone saw them together, trying to push him away and not succeeding.
"Taking up where we left off last night," Dave breathed against her mouth.
"Since I didn't get to spend the night with you, I figured we could join the mile high club."
"You really are crazy, you know that?" Terry said while trying to fend off his hands, which were tugging at her skirt.
Finally, he growled, slammed his mouth on hers, hiked her skirt up, planting his hands on her ass and hauling her against him.
Terry gave one whimper, then surrendered, knowing she couldn't help herself.
Dave groaned into her mouth when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear.
She squeezed her hands in between them and unzipped his fly, reaching in and bringing out his hard cock, stroking it, making him growl low in his throat.
He sat down on the toilet seat, bringing her with him, instantly spreading her legs and sinking into her damp pussy, wanting to shout at the feeling of tight, wet velvet surrounding his cock.
Terry rested on her knees for a moment, staring into Dave's eyes and deliberately rolled her hips, feeling very bad, digging her nails into his shoulders in revenge for making her give in again.
"Come on, Animal, show me what you're made of," Terry said slowly, still staring into his dark brown eyes with her amber ones.
"I told you before about teasing the Animal," Dave said in a low voice, gripping her hips in his strong hands, keeping her still while he tried to calm down before he blew.
Terry shuddered and started to use her internal muscles to grip and relax on his member.
Dave's eyes widened when he felt that and growled low in his chest.
His right hand came up to grip her braid at the back of her head and pulled her forward for a deep kiss.
Then he thrust up, pulling her hips forward, knowing he was dragging her sensitive clit against the rough material of his jeans, making her gasp into his mouth.
Dave just grinned internally and kept up the assault on her, not letting her take control. Terry just went with it, knowing he wouldn't stop now.
Their breathing was heavy when they heard a knock on the door.
"Is everything ok in there?" a friendly but strange voice called through the door.
Terry just froze but Dave was grinning.
"Everything's fine, but my friend isn't feeling too good. We'll be out soon."
"All right, sir," the voice said, sounding relieved.
"You are so bad," Terry said in a whisper, trying not to gasp when Dave moved his hips again.
"You better stay quiet or we might get found out, little spitfire," Dave said quietly, still grinning.
Terry just bit her lip and shoved her face into his neck when he truly started to move.
He wrapped his arms around her and made her ride him hard.
It wasn't long before Terry was reaching orgasm with Dave right with her. She leaned into him, trying not to cry out.
He just chuckled and hugged her close.
"We might want to move, just in case the stewardess comes back," Dave said with chuckle when Terry jumped off him.
"I can't believe you," Terry said while trying to clean herself up and slow her breathing.
Dave just grinned, tucked his member back in and zipped up his fly, standing.
Terry just shook her head at him and finished cleaning up, trying hard to ignore the huge man behind her which was kinda impossible.
She opened the door and walked back to her seat, completely ignoring Dave and Glen.
She pointedly picked up her book and stuck her nose in it, still a little upset and nervous as hell that Glen might kill Dave if he found out.
What really took the cake was when the stewardess came over to see if Terry was all right.
Terry's face turned dead white and her eyes that peculiar shade of ice blue, trying not to gulp.
"I'm fine, just something I ate didn't agree with me, that's all."
"That's good that you're feeling better. If you need anything, just let me know, ma'am, all right."
Terry nodded and thanked her, shooting a quick glance at Dave, who was trying not to snicker behind his paper.
She grabbed a napkin, balled it up and threw it at his head.
"You are no help, you nut," she hissed, still wondering why Glen hadn't said anything until she glanced at him.
He had on a pair of headphones and was looking at some papers in front of him.
She sighed, visibly relaxing, her eyes turning back to brown momentarily until she started to think about what happened in the bathroom.
The rest of the flight was fairly quiet, for which Terry was grateful.
She all but hurried out of the terminal after disembarking and headed for a taxi when Glen caught up with her, Dave right behind him.
Glen grabbed her by the hand and started for his rental that was waiting, while Dave grabbed her bags.
"Glen, I can grab a cab, you know."
"Why waste money when we're all going to the same hotel," Glen replied, glancing down at her.
Terry just sighed and gave in, knowing the big man would've just thrown her over his shoulder, cave-man style, and she didn't feel like being embarrassed.
They got to the car and Terry climbed into the back, grateful that both men were up front.
She plugged her ears into her mp3 player, needing some space.
Glen drove to the hotel and they all entered together, Terry in between the men, making her feel she was being escorted by two big bodyguards.
Glen took care of the keys and they all headed to their prospective rooms, Dave finally giving up her bags and heading to his own room.
Terry closed her door with a huge sigh of relief, glad to be alone at last.
She needed coffee, food and a shower and not particurlurly in that order.
The next few days were going to be hectic, with appearances, signings and doing more taping before the actual show.
She called for room service and was glad they were quick.
When the server left, she closed the door but forgot to lock it, being preoccupied.
She went to take a shower so she could get clean, so she never heard the soft knock at the door or see it open silently.
She was unprepared for the surprise waiting in the outer room.
Much to her dismay!