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Breakdown in Evolution	By : sugarkisses Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 3435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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5.

“Let's Do It Again” ~ TLC

You sweet young thang you
Whatever you do, Lord knows you do it nice and easy
You keep it nice and long
You sexy thang you
Whatever it is you want from me, you know I'll satisfy
Just keep the love at home
You give me pleasure
Unlike any pleasure that I've felt or ever seen
I can't get enough of you in me
You know I treasure
Each and every waking moment that you spend with me
I'm in ecstasy

Let's do it again
'Cause I love to make sweet love to you baby
Let's do it again
I wanna go all night long

You precious thang you
I love what you do when you do
And you do it oh so special
I don't see nothin' wrong
With nothing 'bout you
Whatever it is that makes you feel so very special
Baby, please, please, keep it on
I so desire
Everything about you and I want you to be close to me
As close as close could ever be
Come light the fire
That waits for you and yearns for you
That burns inside of me
Take me to ecstasy

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Paul awoke with his usual aches and pains… some mornings were harder for him than others. On this one, he wished that Anne was with him to rub his back and shoulders: she was very good at easing his muscles.

Shifting beneath the sheets, he realizhat hat there was something else upon him that was aching… He knew what it was, but he lifted the sheets anyway: gazing down, he saw that there was an immense tent in his boxers. Paul stretched his legs, feeling just how hard and heavy his cock was.

“Oh, fuck” he rasped, letting the bed sheets fall upon him once more. Paul stared at the ceiling of his hotel room and thought… shit, he really needed her… although someone else could have given him rel, ev, even himself, he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else touching him. Sometimes he thought that he was losing his mind… he was absolutely hooked on her.

Paul got up a few minutes later. It was while he was in the shower, his teeth gritted against the cold water that was easing his erection, that he decided on a plan of action. It would be difficult to enact and he would have to pull some strings, but he just had to do it…

He had to have her.

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Anne sat between Randy and Batista in the backseat of Ric’s rental car, Paul in the passenger seat. Evolution was on its way to the next venue, hoping to look it over before show time. She was in a foul mood today: not because she was slated to get involved in a match tonight, but because Stephanie was supposed to be making an appearance at the show.

It was laughable, really, even to Anne, that she was jealous of Paul’s wife. She knew that Paul was hardly hwithwith Stephanie, and that he didn’t enjoy the woman anymore, and yet… it just seemed to be natural to Anne that she should despise the competition. At times like this, when Anne knew that she would have to watch Paul and his wife together, she could really empathize with Paul’s distaste for Randy’s displays of his affection for her…

Once they had made it to the arena, Anne followed the men inside the building and into the locker room. Almost immediately, Paul was told by a stagehand that Stephanie was waiting for him in one of the offices, and he was gone to answer her call.

Anne busied herself with laying out the men’s ring gear to keep from exploding while the other three members of Evolution left to look at the ring. She sighed to herself as she thought of her role tonight… Anne was to be with Ric and Paul when they arrived at the arena with Eugene. She would then be involved in the backstage antics, followed by going to the ring with Paul. About five minutes into the match, Anne was to get on the ring apron and lift her skirt, showing her backside to Eugene (with thong panties on, of course), “distracting” him with her sexuality. Anne still wasn’t so sure about the WWE having a character that was “mentally rded”ded”… but Eugene was doing well with the fans, and, frankly, the man was a good actor and wrestler. The whole idea of showing her bare bottom to get over with the crowd was a bit unsettling, but she knew that it was a tried and true method of inciting the fans.

Anne was already wearing the outfit she would use tonight: a simple black dress with straps that went around her neck and left her back bare. She had arrived at the arena wearing brown Birkenstock sandals - they were comfortable - and the men had laughed at her for it. Anne figured that she should change, so she took her pair of black strap-on heels from her gym bag, thinking about Paul as she kicked off her sandals and put them on…

She couldn’t help but wonder… was Stephanie touching him right now? Was she kissing him? Was she trying to get Paul to touch her the way that he touched Anne?

She had just set her two feet back on the floor, her heels intact and her jealousy beginning to boil, when a stagehand knocked at the door of the locker room and she told him to enter.

“Yes?” she inquired.

“Sorry to bother you, Anne… There’s a phone call for you in one of the offices”

Anne frowned in confusion. “Which office?”

“I’ll take you there…”

Nodding, she followed the man as he led her out of the locker room and down a mess of hallways… honestly, she wasn’t familiar enough with the venues yet to remember where she was in most of them.

They went down a set of stairs and into the bottom of the arena, where the home teams’ coaches kept their offices.

“In here” the stagehand sta pau pausing at a door that was open a crack and motioning to it. “I think the call’s on line three… You’ll see it”

Anne said thank you, entered the office and closed the door: it was very nice, with a huge wooden desk across the room. Seeing that the phone was there, she went to it and sat down on the black leather chair that was before the desk, sliding her legs undern the the piece of furniture.

The stagehand had been right: line three was lit up on the black telephone in front of her. Anne picked up the receiver, and, holding it to her ear, she pressed the 3rd button, querying, “Hello?”

There was no response on the other end: Anne tried pressing the call button, hoping that she could get the telephone to work. Her mind was going a mile a minute, wondering if it was a call from one of her friends or family… she had a cellphone, after all, so why wouldn’t they call that instead? What if this was an emergency?

“Hello?” she asked once more: she figured that she must have done something wrong and disconnected the call. “Oh, damn it… fucking great… What the…?”

Anne almost screamed when she felt a pair of large, calloused hands take hold of her knees and force her legs open. She didn’t even have the time to protest: suddenly the crotch of her panties had been pulled away and there was a tongue inside of her… a wet, warm, familiar tongue. She released a soft moan and reached down under the desk, hearing Paul growl lowly as she grasped his head and he worked at her sex.

Her mind was telling her that she should ask him what he was doing here: he was supposed to be with Stephanie… but she had missed him so badly, and his tongue was so talented, that she couldn’t find the words. She could hear him lapping at her as he slid his right index finger into her and began to caress her most sensitive inner spot.

Anne found herself gas, in, involuntarily spreading her legs wider for him: he chuckled deviously at this, pulling back. “What…?” she inquired.

Paul pushed the seat back a bit, lifting her legs behind the knee with a hand on each and placing her feet on the desk. He took hold of the chair’s arms and yanked it forward again, so that he now had her legs bent up and her sex completely exposed to him. “That’s better” he whispered, licking his lips, “I want to see and taste all of you…”

“What are you doing here?” Anne managed to spit out, sighing as he ran his right index finger through her folds.

“Need you” he answered, pushing his finger into her once more. “Need this… to make you come…”

There were a million questions flooding her mind, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask them… she needed him, too. Anne closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the chair, crying out when he pressed against her most tender spot. “Oh, fuck…” she whined.

“In a while, baby” Paul responded, grinning. “I’m going to give you a good fucking, I promise…”

Anne’s mind was running a mile a minute… “The door…”

“Locked when you came in, babe… I plan ahead, you know that”

Anne nodded: she shouldn’t have even wondered. Paul knew full well that their encounters had to be secure from questioning eyes.

Paul didn’t say any more: he started working his finger inside of her again, lickawayaway her flavor and then focusing on her nub.

“Mmm” Anne cried, shifting her hips a bit. “Oh, god…”

“I want to see your tits” Paul demanded, pushing hard against her spot to get her to comply.

She dug her nails into the arms of the chair and then recovered: reaching behind her neck, she found the clasp that held her dress on and undid it, letting the material pool at her waist.

“Play with them, baby” he ordered. “Do it while I’m eating you”

Anne nodded once more, placing her hands on her breasts and caressing herself.

Paul growled with his desire: shit, his cock was impossibly hard in his pants, almost painful as it struggled against the fabric. He rubbed her with his finger and breathed, “Pinch your nipples, baby”

Anne did as he asked, smiling with her bliss. Paul wanted her to feel as much pleasure as possible, which was why she loved him… he wasn’t the least bit selfish, not ever…

She was quivering under his tongue now, getting close to an intense orgasm. Paul knew this, and he sped up his movements, batting her center from side to side with his tongue and sliding his finger in and out of her in hard, deep movements.

“Give it to me, baby…” he moaned, intently watching her sex. “That orgasm is mine… all mine… now, give it to me…!”

She coul hol hold on any longer: raising her hips, she tilted her head back and fought the urge to scream, managing to keep the sounds that she made to contented moans. Paul was watching her, she knew this, and it turned her on that he would want to look at her in such an intimate manner.

Under the desk, Paul’s eyes were glued to her sex, taking in her flushed color and then… oh, god, the sexiest thing that he had ever seen, her sex was rhythmically contracting around his fingers again and again…

“God, that’s so fucking hot…” he mused, lookingin win wonder. “So damn beautiful… You should see yolf, lf, babe… you should see yourself coming on me…”

“Fuck!” Anne wailed, her entire body shivering in hard spasms. Paul was so good to her… so very good…

A few minutes later, her mind cleared and she heard the sound of Paul licking her inner thighs clean of her fluid.

“Mmm, baby…” she whimpered.

“That was gorgeous, Anne” Paul replied, slowly pushing her chair back. He stood before her and leaned down, kissing her deeply before he pulled away. “We don’t have a lot of time right now”

“Shouldn’t you be with your wife?” Anne inquired, standing up when he guided her to her feet.

“Jealous, babe?”

“Of course I am”

“Don’t be… she hardly sees me, and she fucks me even less, but you… You get all of me, babe” Paul pressed another kiss to her forehead, switching the position of their bodies around and lowering her down to the desk so that her back was supported by the wood. “I love you, babe… I love every second I’m with you…”

Anne moaned as Paul unzipped his pants, his heavy cock immediately springing forth. “Paulie… I want to have you in my mouth…”

“I know, baby… but I need to be in you so badly… please, baby?”

She smiled and nodded, reaching up and placing her hand on his stomach. “Come on, Paul, I can’t say no… not with your hot cock between my legs…”

Paul groaned happily and giving her a devious smile, he entered her with a deep, swift motion, sliding home with a growl.

Anne gasped at the sensation, immediately hooking her legs around his waist and pulling him closer. “Oh, god… yes…”

His thrusts were deep and hard, Paul’s body slapping against hers over and over. Taking hold of her upper arms, he pulled her up so that she was sitting on the desk, bringing her mouth to his own.

She moaned into his kiss, clutching him against her as he moved. God, she loved him, she loved him in a way that she was certain that she would never love anyone else ever again.

“Baby” Paul breathed, breaking their kiss and caressing her back, “it doesn’t matter what she has on paper… you have my heart, babe… You’re the only one that I love and need…”

Anne rested her forehead on his, his words pushing her towards another orgasm. He could make such quick work of her, and he could do it over and over again all night… “I love you” she replied, wincing with bl

“I know, baby… Oh, fuck, I want you to come with me…”

Anne moved back and nodded feverishly, then captured hips wps with her own.

Paul knew what this meant: she was on the edge and a few hard thrusts from him would drag her over it. He gave them to her, his own peak so close…

They came together in furious waves, Anne ing ing into his throat, her inner muscles milking him until he thought that he couldn’t stand any more…

Slumping backward, Anne ended up lying on the desk once more, Paul’s bod her her own. She stroked his hair, noting that it had started to come lose from his ponytail from their activity.

“So…” Anne huffed, “What brought this on, exactly?”

Paul chuckled, the vibrations from his laughter traveling through his body and into hers. “Woke up this morning needing you, babe”

“Hm… isn’t she going to be missing you?”

He could hear the acidity in her tone when she referred to his wife. “No, she thinks I had some company business to attend to: I did, actually… We have to discuss what you’ll be doing tonight”

Anne giggled at his excuse. “Paulie, that’s lame and you know it”

“Yeah… but I really did need you, honey… Don’t worry about her, okay? I’ve covered all the bases…”

She stroked his upper back, her fingers instinctively feeling the tense muscles under his shirt and kneading them.

“Mmm” Paul intoned, closing his eyes in ecstasy, “That feels so good: I’ve needed that since this morning, too”

Laughing, Anne continued her ministrations as she spoke. “What did you want to talk about, Paul?”

“Mmm” he answered, craning his neck so that she could reach every aching muscle. “In a minute, babe… in a minute”

Anne knew that she wasn’t going to get anything out of him, at least, not yet. Instead of pushing the issue, she relished the time that she had with him, touching and caressing him in the ways that she wanted to.

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Paul waited until Anne had been gone from the office for fifteen minutes before exiting himself: he didn’t want them to be seen together, it was just too dangerous.

As it was, there had been something about Stephanie’s demeanor today that told him that she was suspicious. She commented on his not coming on to her so much: Paul had tried to play it off on his being tired from working so many hours…

Stephanie had bought it, at least for now… but Paul knew damn well that things would get worse before they got better.

It was time for him to finalize his plan and prepare to take action.

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