The Note

Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters portrayed in this fiction. They are owned by either their actors or World Wrestling Entertainment. This is fanfiction. No harm is meant and no profit is made.

Warnings: M/F (no OC!), N/C (sort of), Dark, impliead slash (M/M)

Notes: I wrote this story a few years ago. It was spellchecked and grammatically corrected recently. It takes place in the past, though I am not sure if everything portrayed is entirely compatible with canon of that time. As a result this might be slightly AU, my apologies.
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‘ I want your hard cock – I want it slamming into me hard, deep and fast
I want you to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk for the next week and afterwards I want to suck you off. I want to taste your cum. I’ll be the best lover you’ll ever have.’

After reading the note Hunter put the small sheet of paper back into his jacket where he originally found it.

He always had some bills and other stuff flying around in his jacket but he was sure that he did not put the note there. Actually he had no idea where the note was from.

Who wrote this? It was typed by computer so he couldn’t even guess from what the writing looked like. Steph couldn’t have done that – or better: she wouldn’t have done that.

Her infamous wild high-school days never really involved something more sexual than a deep French kiss. She won’t even let them have sex with the light on – she most certainly wouldn’t write something like this.

His past lovers couldn’t get to his jacket. None of them. That was mainly because he didn’t want them near and always had his ways of making them go away. After all this society wasn’t half as open minded as he was and especially in his position it was better to shield your past from the curious views of others.

There too many people would consider him “kinky” if not even down right “perverted”. He was never one to shy away from things just because society thought they were “bad” or some bullshit like that.

The letter did hit a mark though. It was dangerous to have some sort of admirer, sure. But it made Hunter at least interested.

Who could it be?

Or was it just somebody joking around with him? Of course, he wasn’t the most popular guy around. It must’ve been just that. Someone was trying to make fun of him.

At the same time a lone person sat in a darkened locker room, thinking.

Why did I do this? I mean, hell, I really don’t know why… sure I can imagine me with him in bed pretty well… everything about him makes me want to jump him.

His mind a sharp as a knife, a body most people would kill for, eyes that always know what they want but never revealing what’s behind the facade…

I really want to see him taken away by waves of ecstasy… panting… his eyes closed, his breath hard and fast… sweat on his forehead… his hands on my body… mine on his…

But this was really a bad idea. It’s unlike me in so many ways. I guess I simply shouldn’t have drunken that much… the person sighed and asked himself again and again what he had been thinking when he wrote that note.

Meanwhile Hunter had a conversation with Shawn. They both were friends in the past. There was a lot between them now, but of all the guys he would trust him with something like this more than anybody else.

“So… do I get this right… you found some sort of note in your jacket and you didn’t write it and have no idea who did write it?”

“Yes… that’s the problem… but… you see… the note was having… let’s say a rather sexual edge to it…” Hunter sighed.

“What do you mean? I mean, what did the note say in the first place?”

“Well… the sexual edge was about everything it said…” Hunter tried to sound casual about it.

“Ah… I see” Shawn just nodded.

“So… do YOU have any idea as to who might have written this?”

“No… but I think there are a lot of people who might have potentially… Torry for example… did you notice the way she sometimes looks at you when she thinks nobody notices?”

That was exactly why Hunter consulted Shawn. He always saw more of what was going on than anybody else. Sometimes Hunter hated him for that (he still recalled an occasion when Shawn delivered the worst dressing down for cheating on Chyna Hunter ever received from anybody) but at moments like these it was good to be his friend.

“You think she wrote the note?”

“I can’t tell you that… but she wants you one way or another… of course there are several other people in this company who want you…” Shawn smirked. There was something in Shawn’s voice Hunter didn’t like about the way he pronounced the word “people”.

But Shawn didn’t tell him more about what he meant.

Hunter thought about what he was supposed to do next. It would take hours before the PPV would start and most of the time he didn’t really have anything to do.

So he went into the city for a small snack. Thankful that nobody recognized him he went into a small coffee shop.

-

Sipping her tea Torry just sat at a table in the farthest corner brooding about the new angle with Sable. It was bad enough the woman was allowed back into WWE, but why did she have to work with her?

Letting out a sigh she never realized she was having company. At least not until big, warm hands massaged her neck and her shoulders.

“You look troubled” Hunter stated as he worked the tense muscles on her neck. She just stared at him. What was he doing here?

“So you’re looking as much forward to working with Sable as anybody else would” He offered her a smile.

“Right” she simply said, still not sure what was going on. Why was Triple H so nice? Why did he care for her problems? It was not as if he could change them… wait. Of course… the bastard was one of the few people that could actually change them.

“Damn you’re tense… I can understand you… but such a beautiful young lady like you shouldn’t be so troubled… a smile suits you so much better” His voice was soft and silky.

A cold shudder ran down Torry’s back. What did he want from her?

Hunter thought it was so cute how she tried to hide her admiration from him. He could easily sense how her heartbeat became faster. He would have to thank Shawn for the information later.

“Would you smile if you were me?” Torry really didn’t know what else to reply. It reflected pretty much what she felt. She was going to be involved into some dirty deal and there was nothing she could do about it.

Sure, Hunter would get her out the Sable storyline but she knew she wouldn’t have a choice if she actually wanted to pay the price for that if she wanted a future in WWE.

Hands traveled along her sides and she could feel his breath on her neck. “You are very beautiful… especially when you smile…” he said and short after she felt something warm and wet running softly over her neck.

His large hands went over her belly and finally caressed over her breasts as his mouth was now nibbling on her earlobe.

Hunter was amazed at her reaction. She was surprised but most definitely turned on. His thoughts went back to the note she left him…

“I think I’ve got something that could make you smile again… and in advance I think I’m interested in seeing how good of a lover you really are” he said in a tone that he felt to be challenging and erotic.

The mocking voice of his, the way he was working her breast underneath her shirt and the way his body pressed into hers from behind left her speechless. She wouldn’t have thought the bastard was that direct.

So she was in for a game of “play the slut”. Great. Just fucking great. Was there anything at all she could do now? Anything?

Just as she was about to try an answer one of his hands moved southwards. He directly slipped his hand under her underwear to caress her there.

“Doesn’t that feel good? Don’t you want me? No. I know which part of me you REALLY want there, right?”

Judging by her sharp intake of breath the words really hit the mark. Of course. Someone who writes letters like that wants it this way.

‘I’ll be the best lover you’ll ever have’

Hunter didn’t know how true this part of the note would prove to be. But he was sure that it would be worth the time to try.

Finally Hunter let go of her. But there was no time to be happy about it as he grabbed her hand and whispered into her ear: “Let’s go somewhere else”.

It didn’t take long until they reached a small motel. They hired a room and once they were inside Torry found herself with her back pressed against the door.

Hunter’s hands seemed to be all over her. His mouth was slowly descending on hers. First it was almost sweet but soon there was more force and need behind it.

Then he took a step backwards and looked her over from her hair to her feet. She never felt that naked in front of anybody but that was about to change.

Hunter looked her in the eyes again. His eyes were cold, demanding. “Undress” his tone was soft but it had a commanding edge to it.

She hesitated for a moment. Hunter didn’t like that. He wanted her in the mood she must have been when she wrote the letter. A brilliant idea went through his mind. She obviously liked dirty talk so…

“Undress so I can get a good look at you wet little pussy… I want to see what I’ll fuck first” he smirked at her.

Torry’s eyes widened. She gulped down and still a bit hesitantly removed all her clothes. Hunter seemed pleased with her.

“Good girl… now lie down on the bed and spread your legs wide so I can see all of you…” he said and started removing his own clothes. By the time he was finished Torry already lay on the bed her legs spread slightly.

Hunter lay down beside her, his private area facing her. He spread her legs further and started fingering her.

“That’s a cute little pussy you have there… and look at how wet it is for me… delicious… I know what you need… you want to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before, right? You want me to ram my cock all the way into your cunt, make you scream with pleasure… give you the best ride you ever had… “

All the while he was fingering more and more enthusiastically never taking his eyes off what his fingers were doing. She couldn’t believe that this had to happening to her of all people to start with but she really hated the way it was happening.

Even more she hated herself for being turned on by it. All the humiliation forced upon her not only by the situation but also by his words and still she was wet.

“But you see… if you want to feel my hard cock in all his length in you, you’ll have to make it hard first…”

Taking the hint she started stroking him, hoping that that would be enough for him. In fact it was. It didn’t take long until his semi hard cock went to full length and was rock hard. Indeed it was impressive, she never had anything of that size in her and wondered if she could take it.

“Yes that’s good… now you’re gonna get fucked…” Hunter purred and sooner than she thought he shifted and in one swift move entered her.

It hurt. A lot. She might have been wet but not nearly ready for THAT. But she wouldn’t show him. She was breathing heavily trying to hold back the pain that was radiation through her body.

From the first moment he took her hard, fast and oh so deep. The pain was almost overwhelming but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing it to him. No, if she wanted to keep at least a little dignity she would never show him how much he actually hurt her.

“Oh yeah… my god you’re so damn tight… this feels so good… do you like it?... My cock slamming into you… I’m fucking you as hard as I can… does this feel good?”

What a pathetic question. From her point of view this was never supposed to feel good for her. The pain slowly subdued, though. It only hurt when he was in completely, other than that her body already adjusted.

“Come on tell me… Do you like it?... I could keep on fucking your brains out forever… you do like it, don’t you?... come on tell me… how does my cock feel inside you… do you like it?”

“Yes!” Just he would stop asking and shut the fuck up! Torry’s face was burning with embarrassment. What ever did she do to deserve this? Though somewhere really deep inside of her a part of her really liked it. And she hated herself for liking it. And she hated Hunter for seeing the part of her that liked it.

At this pace it didn’t take long until Hunter was nearing the edge. He still remembered the last part of the note short before he climaxed.

“Argh… I’m cumin’…” He suddenly pulled out, changed his position quickly and pushed into her mouth.

“… ahhh… mhhh… do you like the taste of it… I know how badly you wanted to taste my hot cum… “

‘How does the guy manage to talk that much?’ - A side note in Torry’s head soon forgotten as she was choking on him trying to swallow up everything he had to give. She was sure this was what he expected from her. She felt like in a cheap Porn movie.

When it was over he lay down beside her several minutes, regaining himself. When he finally got up again he gave her a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek. “That was good”

“So I’ll get out of the Sable storyline?” the words came flying out of her mouth before she even thought them. She was so happy that at least all this was not for nothing. The price she paid might have been too high but at least she would get the promised reward.

Hunter’s eyes widened in surprise. So she only thought about the Sable storyline all along? This was just a cheap trick to get her out of it?

Hunter cursed himself a fool mentally for believing she just wanted him for the sake of wanting him. He was not like Vince – or so he thought until now. He thought himself to be a… well moderately attractive guy people could desire without trying to get advantages from him.

‘At least she chose you over Vince’ a mocking voice laughed in the back of his head.

He was disappointed. The world had gone crazy. You couldn’t even be sure anymore that the girl who wants to sleep with you is doing it for the pleasure of it. And he had done everything the way she wanted it, too.

When he thought about it he felt even more abused than before. Not only did she make him do what she wanted, no – she’s demanding things from him afterwards.

Hunter simply spat on her, dressed quickly and left. She only stared at him. As he dressed, as he left and when he was gone she stared a couple of minutes longer at the door. Then she curled up in a ball and tears ran freely down her cheeks.

Meanwhile Shawn heard a knock on his locker room door.

“Door’s open”

“Hey Shawn” a really nervous figure stood in front of the door he closed really fast behind him.

“Hey Rocky, what is it?” Shawn smiled at him, almost beaming.

“About the letter for Hunter…”

“What about it?”

“You see… I feel extremely bad about it… it was far too direct… I shouldn’t have written it… I shouldn’t have expressed anything to him… it would have been better that way… after all this is just a little crush… this was simply much to aggressive… the wording and everything”, he blushed “I doubt I’ll ever be able to look him into the eyes again… much less work with him…”

“Ah… don’t worry… first Hunter does not know yet you wrote the letter… and besides, only the two of you and I know about the letter… so where’s the problem?” Shawn gave him his best friendly smile and patted his back.

“He doesn’t know it? I saw him walking into your locker some time ago so I thought…”

“Don’t think too much” Shawn winked at him “I thought it would be nice to keep him guessing for a little while… so now I’ll just keep him guessing forever”

“Oh Shawn… you’re a real friend” The Rock gave him a warm smile.
Shawn simply smiled back.

-

When Vince met him still smiling about an hour later he felt the need to stop him.

“Shawn… why are you smiling?”

“Why? It’s a beautiful day and all that stuff… go figure”

“Shawn… the booking is not really good for you… in cases like this you’re normally not smiling… only if-“

“Oh… the booking isn’t so good for me… tz, I didn’t even realize that yet… thank you for ruining my day, Vincent” Shawn feigned to look sad but soon returned to smiling, though the smile had something evil in it this time.

“Shawn… you did not bring any kind of trouble into the locker rooms AGAIN?”

“Oh, Vince… you should really know me far better than that… besides: thanks to you everybody thinks I’m a troublemaker… how could I trouble you’re happy little roaster, huh?”

Vince looked at him very skeptically. He didn’t know what the little bastard had done – yet – but he most certainly wasn’t looking forward to finding out.

Shawn simply bowed slightly, smiled sweetly at him and went his way. In the back of his head he was still toying with the picture of Hunter sitting in his locker room, right after he told him who REALLY wrote the letter.

The idiot had this “what have I done?”-look on his face. So he actually did what Shawn thought he would do. And he will hate himself for it. Shawn grinned.

And because Hunter can’t hate himself for too long he’ll soon hate the Rock instead for writing the damn thing in the first place. That’ll make two top-carders plus one diva completely out of their right mind.

Shawn was very pleased with himself.

Sometimes it was just too easy.


- END -

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