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Invincible	By : LeylaChaz Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1327 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do NOT make any money from the writing of this fanfiction. I do NOT know CM Punk or anyone else in the WWE. All OC's and original story lines belong to me. This is purely free entertainment for mature viewers only.

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Author's Notes:

Please keep in mind, this chapter will contain adult material, and it is not suitable for viewing by any minors. You have been warned!

Ladies, you know what that means. :)

Chapter 2: The Office With A View

Heads turned as Persephaine walked into the entrance of the main office of WWE, with a purpose. Her trip was cut a day short, and Josh and Punk were already in a mood with her because of this fact. Sighing, she pressed the button on the elevator, and waited for the doors to open up. Stephanie and the rest of creative, were already in a meeting, and they didn't have the slightest clue she was about to break up their little party. How the hell could Stephanie even consent to letting that weasel do this? As far as Persephaine knew, the older woman couldn't stand Laurinitis! She was even counting down the days to be able to fire him! That wasn't the only issue, the young creative writer and new entertainer had with the script outline, apparently Punk was about to lose his title run as well! She had all she could do to get the man to calm down and let her figure it out, when he saw that in the outline! Jesus, he was on the phone booking a red-eye that night, that's how pissed off he was! Finally stepping off the elevator, she first walked to her office, and collected a couple of files that she needed to bring with her. After wards, she walked out of the office, and down the hall to the creative meeting room.

Without knocking, or being let in, Persephaine opened the door to a very stunned meeting room. Walking in, she moved to her regular seat, and sat down. As she was getting situated, it finally dawned on Stephanie that Persephaine was really here.

"Persephaine, um not that we don't want you around, but what are you doing here?" Her boss asked her.

"Am I or am I not a creative writer on this staff?" She simply asked her boss.

Stephanie tensed, she knew that fiery look her younger counter part was giving her.

"You're upset about the outline." She answered for her.

"I'm more than upset, to be quite honest, I'm pissed off." The younger woman answered back.

Stephanie held her gaze level with the younger woman, while addressing the other members at the same time.

"Leave us. Go take a 45 minute lunch break. It seems I need to speak to our newest member, alone." Stephanie told everyone, leaving no room for arguments.

"They don't have to leave Stephanie, in fact wasn't these things their ideas too? Seems to me, this was-"

"Silence! You will remember and respect the fact that I am the head of this creative department! Not you. Everyone else, take an hour instead." Stephanie snapped back, keeping her eyes locked on Persephaine.

Persephaine stayed silent through out the rest of the team's departure, but after that, it was a different ball game.

"While I know and understand you're the boss-"

"Stay quite." Stephanie simply said.

At this point Persephaine was ready to walk out. She would be damned if anyone would keep telling her to practically shut up. Boss or not.

"Persephaine, Paul and I are losing control." She told her younger friend and employee.

Shocked, the younger woman looked at her boss, in a confused daze.

"Losing control? What the hell are you talking about? You're the Vice President of this department for Christ's sake!"

"If things keep going on like this, I will be putting in my notice and I will have to look for a replacement." She said moving from the head of the meeting table, to the chair next to the young woman.

"Look what I'm about to tell you, can not leave this room. I'm telling you, because I trust you above all others in my department. There's a plot, to seize control of this company. Since your boyfriend outed certain people in his little infamous speech, he ruffled some feathers, not just my father's. My dad's over it though. Paul and I lost the majority votes in our respective places in the company, and mainly on the executive board of directors. My grip on the creative department is slipping badly. There's only two people this board takes creative direction from anymore, and they're nothing more than writers. Someone is dropping ideas in their heads, and getting them to push the majority vote somehow. I can't figure out who's the person dropping the ideas in their heads, and I can't figure out how the two people in question, are getting the other members on this team to back these ideas. I didn't push for Laurinitis to start appearing on RAW, they did. Paul can't seem to get any votes from the board, on his plans to further this company in any way, either. We're screwed, in the worst way, and I have no idea who's pulling the strings yet. But believe me, who ever it is they no friend to me and Paul, and they are certainly no friend to you and Punk." Stephanie said, filling her in on a situation that is continuing to get worse.

"You expect me to believe that someone is hijacking this company Stephanie? That person would have to have a lot of blackmail on members of the board, and even this creative team, before that would happen!" Persephaine said in shock, still not truly believing what she was being told.

"I don't have a reason to lie to you about this, besides think about it. Who was the first to hear out your plans about finally pushing Punk and the new era of wrestlers when you first got here? Hmm? Because it certainly, was not that board of directors!" Stephanie asked her.

The younger woman sat back in her chair, and thought about it. Stephanie was right, not only did she approve her idea, she gave her the creative freedom and backing for it.

"I'm sorry. I'm just having a hard time believing this. Who could be capable of doing this?" She asked her boss.

"I think the answer is closer than you seem to realize." Stephanie answered her, as she pushed the script outline towards the young writer.

"You think it's John Laurinitis."

"I don't just think, I know. He's pushing for time on RAW now, and to have screen time with you and Punk. Particularly you."

"Me? What the hell does he want with me? Shouldn't his beef be with Punk? Or was I the only one who heard Punk bash him on live television that night?" Persephaine said back, in a very confused manner.

"That part, I'm not too sure about. Maybe he wants to get to you, because you pushed for this with Punk. Plus the fact that you and Punk are together, and that makes you a desirable target. But something tells me it's more than that. That would be almost too simple." Stephanie told her. She was clearly worried for her young friend.

"What do you want me to do Stephanie?"

"I need you to act like you don't have a clue about what's going on. I need you to get angry, like you normally would, if people start shutting down your ideas or going behind your back and changing them. You can not let John Laurinitis or anyone else for that matter know that you know something is wrong. You have to pretend like you don't have a clue, and it's starting to frustrate you. I also need you to do one more thing." Stephanie hesitated.

"Well, the first part is simple enough. What's the second part you need from me?"

"You can't tell Punk anything about what's going on."

"Stephanie you know I can't do that. We're in a relationship together, you're asking me to lie to him, and I can't do that." Persephaine insisted.

"You must and here's why. If Punk knows something is wrong, what is he going to do?"

"He'll hunt down everybody and get to the bottom of it. We all know a few GTS's can be persuasive." Persephaine smirked at her friend.

"Yes he'll go on the hunt, and no he won't find out anything. Not only will the person be alerted to the fact that the four of us know what's going on, any hope we have at catching them slip up and getting caught, will be gone forever." Stephanie assured.

"You're right about that much. But Steph, to ask me to lie to Phil like this, doesn't settle well with me. I feel like it's the wrong move. I feel that by not telling him, we're not trusting him. You can trust him." She worried outloud.

"Persephaine I know I can trust him. But I can't trust him, to trust me and Paul, to handle it. Do you understand?"

"I understand. I won't say anything. For now. That's the best I can give you. But I want it known, that this doesn't settle well with me and I do not agree with it. I want to tell him." Persephaine warned.

"It's noted. I promise. Now go back to your hotel. You didn't have to come out here a day early, you know."

"Yes I did. I had to find out what's going on. For myself." Persephaine answered her, as she stood up, and gathered her things.

"I understand. I'll tell the board I'm sending you back on the road until further notice. That should make some very happy." She told her employee sarcastically.

"I can just imagine!" Persephaine said with a sarcastic laugh as she walked towards the doors.

"Alright girl, I'll see you on the road. Our guys are going to have a feud soon! Yay for us!" Stephanie laughed.

"See you then." Persephaine laughed as she walked out of the meeting room, and left the building.

Back at the hotel, Punk stood outside on the hotel balcony, rolling his black iPhone around in his hands. He thought about tweeting, but realized that unless he wanted some idiot follower to annoy him, then he might just need to stay off of there for right now. He just returned from his workout, and it helped ease his nerves for the time being, about Persephaine. No wonder the woman was always over stressed, she didn't slow down. He didn't like what creative was doing either, but if she didn't slow down, her stress was going to get the best of her. Sighing, he looked over the city before him. Something about city sounds calmed him, maybe that's why he missed Chicago so much while he was out on the road. Laughing at the thought, he realized that wasn't it. It was because Chicago was the best city in the world. The door to their room opened up behind him, and he turned around and went back inside the room. Standing there in her day off clothes, which consisted of hip hugging jean shorts, and a black tank top, which she clearly removed the white short sleeved button up that covered her, after she left the office. She also had on her grey and pink Nike's with white ankle socks, and to him she looked lovely. Smirking, he made his way over to her, grabbed her underneath her legs, picking her up and kissing her.

To say she was surprised by this, would not do her emotions any justice.

"Are you always like this after working out? Because if so, I wonder how much better it would be if I went to the gym with you." She said with a smirk.

"You go to the gym with me, and there's going to be some working out alright. Just not the kind that will allow us to keep a working gym membership anywhere, if they walk in on us in the showers." He said, as he sent a wicked smirk of his own back at her.

"Is that right?" She challenged him, as her eyes began to slip closed.

"Mmm hmm." He answered her as he began kissing her neck. She was already getting turned on.

"Somehow, I just don't believe you." She lied with a smile.

He chuckled as he moved her to the bed, and he started gripping her hip in one hand and her left breast with the other.

She arched into him, letting a moan escape her lips.

"Sure you don't," he teased, as he let go of her hips and breast, and lifted her tank top over her head.

As soon as he took her shirt off, she helped him out of his, then she pulled his head down to meet hers in a searing kiss. This man turned her on in ways she's never felt before, and every time was a new experience for her. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world, to have him in her life.

Soon he lips broke away from her own, and made their way across her neck, and she sighed in contentment. Her hands blaze a trail across his back, shoulders and arms. He was torturing her, and as much as she hated it, she also loved every second of it too. Soon his hand snaked it's way behind her back, and unclasped her black Victoria's Secret bra. The second Punk found out about her obsession with naughty under garments from Victoria's Secret, he insisted that she do all of her shopping there and no where else. Not that she minded, she smirked as he tossed her bra aside with very little effort. Her hands and fast working fingers made their way to his shorts, and made short work of getting him out of the pesky clothing, all the while he worked on her shorts as well. Realizing that they still both had their shoes on, Punk and Persephaine stopped and just started laughing.

"Looks like someone forgot the golden rule." She smirked at him.

"And what's that?" He laughed at her.

"You can't rush everything, and if you do, you will always get caught on an unexpected snag." She laughed at him.

"Really now?" He said with a cheeky grin, as he leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. She instantly stopped laughing and let out a very pleasured gasp.

As soon as he was done teasing her, he looked up at her and winked.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I thought. Now hush." He said, giving her a very sexy smirk.

She looked at him with a huff of annoyance, and pushed him off of her, standing up beside the bed. Kicking off her shoes, and taking off her socks, she would be damned if some fucking sneakers were going to get in the way of her current mission. It was his fault, in her mind. The man got her hooked on his...goodies.

Smug Bastard.

It's about time he learned a very useful lesson.

She noticed he had taken advantage of the time she took off her shoes, and had done the same. Without warning, she pushed him down on the bed, and looked down at him with a wink and smirk of her own. He looked up at her, not used to her taking control from him too often, because he generally wrestled it back from her. But the look on her face told him, she wasn't giving up control that easily, not this time at least. She reached for his shorts, finally able to drag them from his body. He laid back in black boxers, as she just drank in the sight of him. This was fun, and she made the mental note to do this more often.

She shimmied her shorts over her hips, and down her legs. All that was left was a very lacy black thong. He groaned at the sight. Bending back over him, she trailed her tongue down his chest, gripped the top of his boxers with her teeth and locked her eyes with his.

"You wouldn't." He said not believing she actually would.

Suddenly she yanked them down.

"Holy shit, you would!" He said in shock, as he lifted his hips, as her hands gripped the sides of his boxers, helping her accomplish her task.

Once they were gone, she gave a smug smirk.

"Never doubt me baby. You have no idea what I'm capable of." She said in a very husky voice.

"Well I'm very eager to find out." He smirked at her.

"Is that so?" She laughed as she settled between his legs.

"Oh!" Suddenly understanding what she was doing.

As she slid her mouth down on his length, he felt himself becoming sheathed inside of her mouth.

'Damn, she really is talented with that mouth.' He thought to himself when he exhaled with a groan, as she continued to use her mouth to pleasure him.

"Oh fuck baby," he said aloud as he gripped the back of her head, while she deep throated him. Surprisingly enough she mastered her the uses of her tongue very well, and if he wasn't so close to letting go, he would have been majorly impressed.

"Baby I'm gonna... oh shit!" He didn't have time to react as she went to work, a little faster, on his very swollen manhood.

"Seph I'm about to come." He said, once again, trying to warn her. His voice sounded very strained, as she sucked harder, and worked her tongue faster around him.

It became quite clear what her intentions were for him to do.

"Are you sure?" He asked, still trying to keep his orgasm under control. The last thing he wanted, was to let go, and look like a dickhead (no pun intended) for expecting her to swallow.

She looked up at him with a wink, as she continued to work him over with her mouth. That wink was all it took, as he let go inside of her warm, and inviting mouth. Not missing a beat, she swallowed down every last bit he offered her. It was the first time she had ever done it for him, and he didn't know whether he was excited and turned on, or if he should feel bad for doing that to her.

She wiped her mouth off and quickly went to the bathroom. As much as she hated just leaving him there with probably the wrong impression, she had to rinse out her mouth with some mouthwash at least. She did want to be able to kiss him, while making love to him. After about 75 seconds, she came back in the room, and smiled at him.

"Better?" She asked.

"You didn't have to do that beautiful-" He started to say, before Persephaine cut him off.

"None of that! I wanted to. You do it for me, why can't I do it for you sometimes too?" She asked him.

"I do it, because I absolutely love the way you taste," he said as he reached for her, and pulled her towards the bed, "you taste sweet and divine. It's almost sinful, how good you taste."

Suddenly she was on her back, as he kissed down the length of her body.

"I like seeing you get off you know, and watching it happen because I brought it out of you, is a hundred times better." She told him as she watched him slid down her body.

"Then maybe you can understand why I love doing this." He told her as his tongue darted out and swiped at her heated core, grazing past her swollen clit.

She let out a very deep moan, as he continued his assault on her with his tongue. Little did she know, that before she got back to the room, he slipped on the vibrating tongue-ring he managed to order online without her knowing. He slipped from between her legs, and crouched down at the end of the bed. Suddenly Persephaine felt him yank her to the edge of the bed, and figured he wanted more room, so she just closed her eyes and settled back into the bed. Using that time wisely, he twisted the little stud in his mouth, and turned it on. Smirking, he went back to his feast that was currently waiting in between her legs.

At first, Persephaine thought she was imagining that feeling of something different. It felt like a slight zing here and there. But when he pressed the tongue-ring inside of her, and held it there, she automatically knew.

"Holy shit!" She said as her head tossed back, and her eyes rolled into the back of her skull.

As he alternated from tongue fucking her, stimulating her clit, and fingering her, the vibrations from the tongue-ring made her feel like she was in a state of euphoria. She lost count after three orgasms, and already felt her body on the verge yet another one!

"Oh shit! That's it!" She moaned out, as she let go once more. Without warning, she sat up, and pulled his body on top of hers. Kissing him with a degree of pent up passion. It was a surreal feeling, especially feeling his vibrating tongue-ring, on her tongue. But it surpassed everything she expected it to be.

He slipped inside of her, as she continued to ride the waves of aftershock from her mind boggling orgasm. Both of them letting out animalistic groans at the same time, once he was fully sheathed inside of her body. This was always that electric spark they felt whenever they were even near each other.

At first, he started off at a slow pace, as both of their hands felt each others bodies. Persephaine broke the kiss, and started to kiss his neck, that sweet spot right below his ear, and then his shoulders. Her back arched, as her body gave in to his sweet torture. Something about the way he made love to her at a slow pace, practically turned her into a waterfall. It was like a continuous orgasm, and she secretly thought that he enjoyed the hell out of that.

Before she knew it he had turned up the heat, as he slid his head over her chest and bit down on her nipple, while flicking it with his vibrating tongue-ring. That was it, if she thought she was a goner before, she was practically making puddles on the bed now. Her eyes locked on his, as her orgasm completely overrode any sense of time and space, and her mouth formed a perfect o shape.

"Goddamn you're sexy as fuck when I make you come." He told her, once he released her nipple from his mouth.

Oh and now he was talking to dirty, was he trying to make her pass out from pleasure?

He stopped, sat up, and twisted the tongue-ring to turn it off. Scooping her up, he flipped her over, then picked her up and held her back to his chest. Leaning back so he could slip inside of her again, once this was accomplished, he brought her back against his chest and pumped himself in and out of her with ease. His head was sitting on her left shoulder, as her arm came up and reached around the back of his head, turning him to her for a demanding kiss. His right hand tweaked and worked her nipple, as his left hand drifting down to her clit, stimulating her further into bliss.

She moaned out loud, as he continued to work her like this for several minutes. Before untangling them and gently pushing her forward, so that she was on all fours. From there, he gripped her hips and slammed himself home. Tangling his hand in her hair, he lightly pulled her head back, knowing that she liked it a little rough.

"Say my name Persephaine." He said. He wasn't asking, it was gentle command. Punk was never the type to degrade a woman like that, but he knew that Persephaine was mostly submissive in the bedroom, and that she highly enjoyed it when he took control from her in this degree.

"Philip." She moaned out.

Pulling her hair just a tiny bit harder, Persephaine's gasp told him that she enjoyed the slight sting mixed with intense pleasure.

"No beautiful, my name." He said more persistently.

"Punk... CM Punk." She said as he slammed himself inside of her once more, finally giving in to his second orgasm of the afternoon, and bending over her body.

Her eyes slipped shut, as stars burst behind her eyelids, and she slumped down onto the pillows.

It took a couple of minutes, but once they finally caught their breath, Punk got settled in and pulled her into his arms. She instantly snuggled into his embrace, and fell into an almost instant and easy sleep.

As he held her in his arms, he heard her Blackberry go off. Slipping out of her embrace, she groaned as she tossed on the other side of the bed. He slipped on his boxers and made his way to her hand bag, once he retrieved her phone, he saw that the text was from an unknown number.

'Enjoy that office with a view. You won't have it too much longer. That, I can promise you Persephaine.'

Punk didn't know what to think about that, but what he did know was this: if Persephaine was in danger, then someone was asking for the ass beating of a lifetime.

The rage that swept through him, made his blood boil, and he would get to the bottom of it. No matter what, he would find out who was behind this, but most of all keep her safe.
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