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Date: Wed, 13 Mar 1996 17:21:59 -0600
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(Yes, this is a repost. :) )

DISCLAIMER: As much as it pains me to actually write one, here goes: If 
you are under 18 or offended by adult material, then in the immortal 
words of the David Spade character: Buh-bye. :)

This is my third story, with my previous two being "Love At First Byte" 
(unranked) and "Reunion" (#94 on Celeste's Top 100 of 1995). Both of 
these stories were found after some searching by an anonymous source, who 
I am grateful for.

Anyway, this is my latest creation, based on a world that I know quite 
well...professional wrestling. It's not even *close* to being based on 
factual events, but who cares? It's fun. :) I hope you enjoy it.
==============================================================================
As the strains of White Zombie's "Thunderkiss '65" blared in my ears, I 
knew the show was about to begin, and like the rest of the maniacs, I 
cheered.

This was the world of professional wrestling - a rather seedy world, in 
most cases, where the men took steroids, the women were slutty, and 
the only winners seemed to be the promoters who were either screwing the 
women or blowing the men, depending on the promotion, and taking all the 
money either way.

The Ultimate Wrestling Federation, however, was different.

While it was just as predetermined as any other organization, the 
promoter of this group had come to Philadelphia, taken one look at the 
inner world of pro wrestling, decided several years earlier that he 
wanted to make the business "legitimate" by keeping the showmanship 
intact, but taking away the seedier aspects of it.

But among those in the know, everyone knew that the promoter, for all his 
wealth and power, was primarily a figurehead. The real reason for *this* 
promotion's success was a woman.

Her name was Nancy LeDoux, and with her ten years of experience in the 
business as a valet/"manager", she knew *exactly* what needed to be done 
for an organization to be successful. The problem was, with the corporate 
structure of professional wrestling organizations being what it was, 
women need not have applied for upper management. A woman's place was at 
ringside, they said - escorting wrestlers to the ring, maybe a 
secretarial position if they wanted to learn the business.

So Nancy waited, and kept doing her job. Not only was she competent at it, 
she also, quite frankly, looked fantastic doing it. Indeed, it was her 
looks that had hooked me - and many other adoring fans - on the wrestling 
business to begin with.

However, Nancy knew she couldn't last forever on looks alone. And so, when 
the UWF opened a position for an administrative assistant, Nancy was ready.

She came in and cleaned house. Two-thirds of the wrestlers, managers, 
and valets were either fired or sent elsewhere, and the organization's 
debts were paid off within three months. New people were brought in - 
people who relied not on steroids, but their own showmanship and athletic 
ability.

Business boomed. Profits soared in the next three years for the UWF, and 
as a "thank you" to the people that had supported her efforts, Nancy had 
decided to put together a convention, consisting of two major wrestling 
shows, a question and answer session with the wrestlers, managers and 
promoters, and a dinner/dance party for the wrestlers and fans.

This is what brought everyone to Philadelphia - a chance to see the 
promotion that had been so successful, a chance to meet other wrestling 
fans - and a chance to meet the woman that had made it all possible.

                         *         *         *

I sat in my front row seat as the wrestling matches progressed, and was 
not disappointed with what I was seeing...a marked difference from most 
promotions.

The world of professional wrestling can be divided into two groups of 
people. The "marks" were those who bought into the concept of 
professional wrestling being real, or at least had no true concept of 
what was really going on. The "smarts" were those who knew how storylines 
were created and who truly understood how the business worked.

As a "smart", I looked for different things than other people. I wanted 
good, realistic looking action, without really caring who won, unlike 
"marks" who were interested in cheering the good guys and booing the bad 
guys. And the UWF was impressing me to no end. The action was phenomenal, 
with aerial moves and brawls that were like nothing I'd ever seen 
anywhere. I immediately understood why the promotion had been making so 
much money, and began looking forward to asking Nancy about how she'd 
turned things around.

Those questions, however, went *far* to the back of my mind when Nancy came 
out to ringside.

As much as she enjoyed being a part of the UWF's true power structure, 
Nancy enjoyed being the center of attention at ringside as well. And on 
this night, was she *ever* the center of attention.

She wore a low-cut, blue strapless sequined dress that was slit down one 
side - a dress that exposed enough leg and breast to fuel a man's fantasies 
for a good six to eight months. Her face, as usual, was utterly gorgeous, 
with almond eyes protruding out of a tanned face, with a sparkle in them 
that suggested a hint of danger for anyone who would consider seducing her. 
Her long, brown hair completed the package.

I stared at this goddess in front of me, mesmerized. From all the times 
I'd watched her on television, I'd known she was beautiful. However, in 
person, her beauty seemed almost palpable, as if it was somehow a 
seperate entity from the rest of her.

Nancy's main selling point, as you might imagine, was that very beauty, and 
she used it to its maximum potential, flirting with everyone at ringside 
as she led her wrestler around the ring. As she went by me, she saw me 
staring, and gave me a knowing smile. She then licked her lips and blew a 
kiss at me.

My heart raced. For that brief moment, she had made me feel like I was 
part of the show...someone who was *important* to her.

I was in awe of her talent at this point - and I desperately wanted to 
meet her after the show.

                          *         *          *

One of the traditions in professional wrestling is for the fans to gather
outside the building where the show is being held to wait for the 
wrestlers and managers, and try to get autographs from them. Sometimes 
they'll sign, sometimes they won't, but usually it's something for the 
"marks" to enjoy.

This promotion, however, was a little different, as most of the fans who 
watched the UWF were "smarts", like I was. The two biggest differences 
were that the gathering was smaller and that the fans who did line up 
wanted also to talk about the inside scoops in the business.

Many of the wrestlers were willing to come talk to us. Several stayed in 
their role of not wanting to talk to the fans, but most of the wrestlers 
and managers were happy to come over and sign autographs or talk about 
the business.

I was in that gathering, and talked to many of the people there...but not 
the one I *wanted* to talk to. Nancy had impressed me in so many ways 
that night, and I was hoping to express to her my appreciation for what 
she'd done for the wrestling business...and to thank her for making me 
such a fan. After about an hour, though, after the last wrestlers had 
gone, it seemed I wasn't going to get my chance. I began to walk back to 
my car, disappointed and a little sad.

"Hey! Wait up!"

I turned around, and to my astonishment, there was Nancy - trying to 
catch up. Her manner of dress was completely different from ringside, 
which wasn't a real surprise, but was something I wasn't used to. She was 
dressed in a white blouse and a blue vest, with a pleated skirt and high 
heels. In short, she looked like nothing more than a businesswoman trying 
to get home - to a husband, I thought dejectedly, or a boyfriend.

An attractive businesswoman, to be sure, but nothing like she looked at 
ringside.

I walked back toward her, just in time to see her right high heel fall 
apart and send her tumbling to the ground. I ran toward her, shouting, 
"Are you OK?"

"God *damn* it!", she shouted. "Perfect ending to a terrible day."

"Here, let me help you," I said. I took her hand and helped her back to 
her feet. As I did, I couldn't help but notice her soft skin, her tender 
hands...

"Thanks," she said. "So, how did you like the show tonight?"

I couldn't answer, as stupid as that sounds. I was totally mesmerized by 
this woman, and she couldn't help but laugh. "Speechless, eh?" she giggled.

This little jab got me back to my senses. "I'm sorry," I said, laughing. 
"I'm just a little distracted is all."

She winked at me and said, "I'll bet." At this point, I couldn't help 
myself, and burst out into a fit of giggles. I sheepishly offered a pen 
and my program, and asked, "Would you mind giving Laughing Boy here an 
autograph?"

She laughed along with me, and said, "I'd be more than happy to." She 
signed, and for the next 30 minutes or so, even though she obviously 
wanted to get home, we talked about the inner workings of the wrestling 
business. Towards the end, I told her how wonderful I thought her 
performance had been that night.

"And frankly, the best part of it was the way you flirted with me during 
the ring entrance," I said. "You made me feel like I was really part of 
the show, and that's something very few people know how to do very well."

"I'm flattered," she said, almost blushing. "Frankly, I've done so much 
better the last couple of shows - I guess I was due for a backslide 
tonight."

I was stunned. This was one of the best performances I'd ever seen - and 
she thought it wasn't as good as it could have been?

"If *that's* backsliding, I can only imagine what you consider great 
work," I said.

"That's one of the things about this business," Nancy said. "We're 
constantly pushing ourselves, challenging ourselves, something that the 
bigger promotions could care less about doing these days. That's why 
the wrestlers, promoters and I are trying to create something better."

She began to walk to her car, but it was clear that she was limping, more 
so than she'd have liked. "I've had surgery on this damn ankle twice, and 
they *still* haven't gotten it right," she said.

I don't know what brought it on, but I guess I just blurted it out. 
"Listen, I've got an extra bed in my hotel room if you need some help 
taking care of that leg."

She looked at me strangely, and I thought maybe I'd gone too far. My mind 
was eased when she smiled. I'd always loved that smile, and I loved it 
even more now. It meant she wasn't going to kill me.

"No, it's OK - I thought you knew I lived around here," she said. "I've 
mentioned it in interviews before, and I figured that knowing as much 
about the business as you do, you knew that." She grimaced a little. "I'd 
better get home...I'll have to put that damn ice pack on again and get 
two hours of sleep, just like the last time."

On impulse, I quickly wrote down the number of where I was staying and 
handed it to her. "If you're bored, or can't sleep, or whatever, give me 
a call. I'd love to talk to you some more." My mind was telling me, "What 
are you, nuts?!? Stop this!"

But she smiled and took the number. "Why not?" she said. "After all, you 
did help me, out of the blue. Could you help me to my car?"

It took a little doing, but we managed to make it to her car. She put her 
arm over my shoulder, and I put my arm around her waist as she limped, 
somewhat painfully, to her BMW. For me, this was a dream come true - I 
was not only getting to meet the woman who had gotten me interested in 
pro wrestling in the first place; not only was I helping her through a 
problem; but I actually had my arm around that gorgeous body of hers! 

Anyone looking at me then could tell where my thoughts were at that 
moment. Apparently, so could she. As I put her briefcase and bags in the 
trunk of her car, I noticed Nancy, out of the corner of my eye, giving me 
a very thorough once-over. It was then that I realized that being so 
close to her had aroused me quite visibly...and that she was getting a 
very good idea of just how much.

I closed the trunk, trying not to be too distracted. I was probably just 
imagining her attention, after all.

"Are you going to be at tommorrow's show?" she asked.

"I certainly will!" I said, cheerfully. "I hope your ankle is going to be 
better by tomorrow night."

She laughed. I noticed she did that a lot. "I certainly hope so too." She 
shook my hand. "You know, you've just helped me through something big 
here, and I don't even know your name."

"Andy. I'm glad I could be of help, Ms. LeDoux."

She smiled. "You don't need to call me Ms., dear. It makes me sound like 
some dyke who hates men. Call me Nancy - everyone else does. See you at 
the show tommorrow!"

And in the blink of an eye, Nancy was gone.

                        *         *          *

It was nearly 2 a.m. by the time I finally got back to the hotel. I was 
so giddy from the night, and frankly, I wasn't in any mood for it to end. 
But I knew I was going to have a busy day later on, so I figured I'd try 
to sleep.

Nothing worked. Counting sheep, counting sheperds counting sheep, glasses 
of water, turning up the air conditioner...nothing seemed to be working. 
I finally decided that maybe the best way to go to sleep would be to 
focus on a mental image, and concentrate on that.

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to find that Nancy's face was 
what I focused on. Not only did I feel good about helping her through her 
injury tonight (at least in some small way), but I couldn't help but 
think about how incredibly attractive she was, and how I desperately 
wished that I could spend the night with her.

Deep down, I knew it wasn't going to happen. Whether it was marriage, a 
boyfriend, or just her lack of desire for me, something was going to get in 
the way. It always had.

But I still had my fantasies. And the particular fantasy running through 
my mind - with Nancy as the focal point - was anything but tame.

In my mind's eye, she was next to me in my bed, caressing me with her 
soft hands, rubbing my chest lightly and moving down my body until she 
reached my waist. I completely lost myself in the fantasy...

Now she was taking off her dress and letting it slide off of her, 
revealing her slightly sagged, yet perfect breasts, her long, tanned, 
gorgeous bare legs, and pubic hair that was trimmed in the shape of a 
heart...for me, or so I could dream.

She gracefully slid over so that her body was on top of me, and as she 
did, I could feel her wetness practically dripping out of her, almost 
leaving imprints where her sex pressed against my waist.

In a heartbeat, she was impaling herself on me and wrapping her arms 
around me, holding me in a tight embrace as we slowly made love...

*RING* *RING*

Appropriately enough, I was awakened to the sounds of irritating 
incessance that only a hotel room's phone can provide.

I was not thrilled, and prepared to berate whoever was daring to call me 
so late at night in no uncertain terms. I picked up the phone and said a 
weary "Hello", letting the person know I wasn't thrilled about being 
called at this hour.

"Andy? This is Nancy...Nancy LeDoux?"

The words sounded almost tentative, as if she was really unsure about 
what she was doing. I found it very difficult to speak, but I managed to 
stammer out, "Yes, yes, I remember...what's going on?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, there's no way in the world I can possibly 
sleep right now," she said. "My ankle is hurting, and when I thought of 
your offer, I figured I could use someone to keep me company."

By this point, I can assure you, I was *wide* awake. "Look, I'd love to 
come pick you up, but I have no idea where I would even begin looking for 
you..."

"Don't worry," she said. "You won't have to go far. I'm in the lobby."

I was rather stunned. Something was up, but I had no idea what. "Give me 
five minutes to throw something on, and I'll be right down, OK?"

I hung up the phone, and in short order I was out the door. Why I was so 
eager to do this, especially at this hour, I'll never know. All I knew 
was that I was determined to help her through whatever problems she was 
having.

No matter what it took...

                        *          *          *

I went down to the lobby and found Nancy, wincing in pain. Her ankle 
was wrapped up in ice, and she had what appeared to be a crutch under one 
arm. "Are you OK?", I asked.

"Well, I've been better," she said, grimacing all the while. "I've been 
trying my damndest to keep my mind off the pain, but it isn't doing a 
whole lot of good, I don't think. You mind keeping an injured woman 
company for a while?"

Who was I to refuse? "Look, can you make it as far as the elevator with a 
little help? What you need to do is lay down a little bit and just try to 
relax," I said.

At this, Nancy gave a playful pout that made her look even more sexy 
than normal...which was saying a lot. "You wouldn't take advantage of an 
injured, helpless woman, would you, Andy?" she said, almost mockingly. 
Not really knowing how to answer that (especially since it appeared she 
was practically reading my *thoughts*, I got a little bit flustered and 
began to stammer. "Um...well...I guess..."

She giggled, as only she could, and said, "Come on, you silly goof. Let's 
see if I can't make it to the elevator, hmm?"

It was a bit of a struggle, but she managed to get there, with no small 
amount of help from me. After arriving at my floor, it was just a minute or 
two before we managed to find the way to my room.

Practically the first thing she did when she got there was to stagger 
over to the other bed in the room and sit down. "God, I hate this," she 
said. "I hope the swelling goes down enough so I can walk tommorrow 
morning."

She sighed, and I just stared. I couldn't help but notice just how beautiful 
she looked right at that moment.  Every other time I'd seen her, she 
always had the perfect look, the same perfect smile, the confident gait 
that made her ring persona so attractive in the first place.

Now, she looked so different...hair messed up badly from the wind 
outside; blouse and vest rumpled; her ankle wrapped up in ice; her 
face, pouting a little in disgust over her accident...she looked 
so...human. So vulnerable. Normally so confident in and out of the ring, 
she now looked like nothing more than a schoolgirl who needed attention 
and affection - *my* attention, *my* affection.

It affected me intensely. My groin was rapidly stirring, and if part of 
me felt ashamed of the thoughts I was having at that moment, much of me 
was brimming in eager hope. In my head, however, my thoughts were going a 
mile a minute. While one side was telling me "You mustn't take advantage 
of her," the other was telling that side to shut the hell up, in no 
uncertain terms.

The conflict must have registered with Nancy, because she then asked me 
to come over to where she was sitting. So I did.

"Listen, Andy," she said. "I have a feeling I know what's wrong, and I 
want to tell you something straight out."

This is it, I thought to myself. She's going to reject me, right here and 
now. Might as well get this over with.

"Let me save you the trouble," I said. "You're not thrilled with the 
amount of attention I've been giving you, and though you're grateful for 
the help I gave you tonight, I'm reading too much into your kindness and 
I shouldn't even think about getting my hopes up. I understand. It's just 
that I can't help but see how beautiful you are and wonder just what it 
would be like to be your husband or boyfriend or whatever, making love to 
you with soft music and candlelight in the background. I hope you'll 
forgive me for being so forward, but that's what I feel and think."

She just looked at me for a minute with a slightly surprised look on her 
face. Then, very slowly, she smiled. Then giggled.

"Well, I guess I can dispense with the seduction process, then," she 
said. My mouth just dropped open. What the *hell* was she saying?

Nancy took my hand and guided me to where she was sitting. "Andy, I don't 
have a boyfriend or a husband - not anymore, anyway. And while you were 
so rudely interrupting me, I was about to tell you that there was a heck 
of a lot more reason for me than just my ankle to come see you. I was 
about to tell you that I thought you were incredibly attractive and that 
deep down, I really needed to be with someone tonight."

I just stared in amazement. Here was one of the most beautiful women I'd 
ever seen...and she wanted *me*? I was so stunned, I said the only thing 
I could think of at the moment:

"Well...you still can if you want."

She laughed and said, "Come here, you," and pulled my lips to hers. 
Kissing her felt like every fantasy I'd ever had come true. Her lips 
seemed almost like velvet, and her hair brushing up against my face was 
as smooth as silk. Her tongue glided into my mouth like an angel's, 
searching and exploring me for all it was worth.

I heard her grimace a moment and pulled away. "It's my ankle," she said 
breathlessly. "Even though I do want you, it still hurts like hell."

"Shhh," I said softly. "You just lie back and I'll take care of everything."

With a broad grin inching onto her face, she did as told. I laid down on 
top of her (being careful not to get anywhere near her bad ankle with my 
feet), and kissed her softly on the lips, with a loving look on my face. 
As I began kissing her neck, I flickered my tongue around the nape - and 
as I did so, I took her body gently into my hands, feeling her body 
twitch involuntarily.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and had her sit up just enough to get out of her 
vest and blouse. As I began to ease both of them off of her, I realized 
that she wore no bra whatsoever...and that her nipples were sticking 
straight out at me...and that they were more than likely hard enough to 
cut diamonds.

I laid her back down on the bed and started tending to her breasts, which 
sagged just a little bit but were *still* very attractive. At first, I 
confined myself to just caressing them and kneading them with my 
hands...but then I leaned down and started suckling the nipples, pulling 
on them slightly with my lips, then rubbing around them and over them 
with my tongue. It was almost like an electric current was running 
through her...she clutched my body and held me to her, telling me in no 
uncertain terms to keep doing what I was doing.

After a moment, I started kneading her breasts again as I began to kiss 
my way gently down her body, past her navel, all the way down to her 
waist. I paused just for a moment, and looked into her eyes. They had a 
glazed-over look about them, with a fire I hadn't seen from anyone in 
years. I slowly moved my right hand up her left thigh...higher and 
higher, until I reached my target. Gently, I caressed between her legs, 
and was rewarded with spasms from Nancy, sighing, and a *lot* of wetness, 
enough for a Jacques Cousteau voyage, it seemed.

"This is only the beginning, darling," I whispered. I very carefully 
removed her skirt, and then wondered how I was going to take her panties 
off without hurting her. Then it came to me. I grabbed my knife and came 
back to the bed, and I saw a look of fear in her eyes.

"No, it's nothing like that," I said to her. As if to prove my point, I 
grabbed her panties slowly, and started cutting through the fabric. In a 
few seconds, I was through. I closed up the knife and tossed it aside, 
and she relaxed. Slowly, I peeled one side away.

Her entire naked body laid before me, looking like Eve herself on the 
first day in the Garden of Eden. And, I dare say, this was one tree of 
knowledge I was dying to eat from.

My tongue slowly licked its way up her left thigh, as close to her sex as 
I could possibly go without actually getting there. She whimpered, 
wanting me to lick her, but instead I pulled my head up and just smiled. 
I then licked up her right thigh...and again I pulled up and smiled. I 
began to her moans and whimpering, and then a faint cry, "Please...please..."

I decided I'd tortured her enough. I licked up her left thigh again, slow 
enough to make her tremble with excitement...then darted my tongue over 
the opening to her soaked pussy. I held her body in my arms and felt her 
tremble. I then darted it up quickly to her clit, and the reaction was so 
intense I thought she'd come right there.

"No, I haven't yet," she said. "But don't you *dare* tease me, either."

"You, giving *me* orders, dear?" I playfully said. "You're the one who 
wants me..."

Her only response was to whimper and cry out, "Oh God, Andy..." I then 
began attacking her clit in earnest. It peeked out a little, so I was 
able to roll it around on my tongue and suckle it a little, and the 
reaction on her face told me all I needed to know about how much she was 
enjoying it.

As did her grip on my hair, which was increasingly beginning to hurt.

I then began lapping away at her clit as if it were an ice cream cone, 
and my hands gave her breasts some attention, rubbing them slightly. I 
brought my right hand back down to her cunt and rubbed one of my fingers 
against the opening, then gently slid it inside.

If my licking had driven her wild before, this drove her almost crazy. 
She began bucking her hips against both my face and my hand, wanting and 
needing more...

...which only angered her more when I stopped again. 

"Don't you dare! Not now...please," she whispered. But the look on my 
face told her at that moment that she wasn't for a moment going to be 
denied her pleasure.

I stripped out of my clothes, teasing Nancy at every opportunity, trying to 
keep her close to what I knew would be a very powerful orgasm. Finally, I 
was naked along with her, my hard cock jutting out like a spear...all 
because of her.

"Yes...YES..." she said. "Take me now, Andy - don't make me wait any 
longer..."

I got on top of her, not wanting her to be on top tonight because of her 
injury. It was a little difficult, but I positioned myself so that I was 
right outside her opening...then, with a need just as pronounced as 
Nancy's, I plunged into her.

She gasped, then wrapped her arms around me and gave me a long, 
passionate kiss as I began to move my hips against hers, giving short, 
gentle thrusts while grinding my hips against her clit at every 
opportunity. I cradled her head in my arms as I made soft, gentle love to 
her as I'd always dreamed, staring lovingly into her eyes for as long as 
I could.

She moved her hips in a rhythm with mine, constant, not too overly 
aggressive, as if she wanted to savor this as long as possible. All of a 
sudden, however, her demeanor changed as I heard a small gasp exhale from 
her lips. Her eyes closed, and she began to buck back against me in 
earnest, wanting and needing more. I moved faster, faster, trying to keep 
up...and I saw her mouth open wide, and heard her breathing grow more and 
more rapid.

All at once, she grabbed me and held me tightly against her body, her 
head on my shoulders as she came, so loudly, almost as if she'd been hit 
by a tidal wave. She grunted, moaned, shrieked...she ran the gamut of 
noises that could possibly be made during an orgasm. I looked at her face 
for a fleeting moment during all of this, and I'll never forget the look 
on her face...mouth wide open, eyes shut, an expression of pleasure on 
her face that I'll never forget, and all of this while her body shook 
uncontrollably in my embrace...

It was too much for me. I kept thrusting into her harder and harder, and 
she encouraged me wholeheartedly. "Come on, baby...come for me...come 
into me, sweetheart..." She began kissing all over my body as I came, 
kissing my nipples, my neck, and my lips as I reached heights of pleasure 
I had never even *dreamed* of feeling before.

It took a little while for us to finally stop, but when we did, we must 
have kissed each other's lips for a good 30 minutes or so, light fluttery 
kisses that felt like butterflies, until we just laid there, naked, in 
each other's arms.

"What time is it?" I asked. She looked over at the clock.

"About 5 a.m.", she said. "Why?"

I chuckled. "What time do you have to be at the office, anyway?" I asked.

She said, "Sweetie, they will *wait* for me. After tonight, I think I 
deserve a little rest." She kissed me again. "Don't you?"

I giggled. "Well, you weren't too restful just now, dear," I said.

She ran her fingers lightly over my chest. "True enough."

"What about us?" I asked all of a sudden. "Is there an us? Where do you 
think this is going?"

"That's in the future," Nancy said. "The future will take care of itself. 
Right now, my immediate future is sleep."

Who was I to argue?

END OF PART ONE