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  Wanton

  By

  Jezebel Jorge

  A young Courtney sets out to seduce Bryson. Take a trip back in time to find out how their rocky relationship began when they were both first breaking into the wrestling business.

  Copyright © 2012 Jezebel Jorge

  Cover Art by Jezebel Jorge

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

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  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  “Damn, you stiffed the hell out of her,” Bryson said.

  Coming from the company’s badass shooter Courtney took that at a compliment. “I just got tired of her blowing all her spots. Obviously she’s never worked someone who can call a match in the ring."

  It had to be a good sign for Bryson to be at the curtain watching her match. He’d sworn they would never hook up again after that first time, telling her it had had been a huge mistake to cheat on his live-in girlfriend.

  She knew better.

  No wasn't a word in Courtney’s vocabulary, especially when it came to a guy as hot as Bryson Dalton. Even his muscles had muscles. He stood 6’2”, almost as tall as his dad, and weighted in at close to 250 lbs. of jacked up perfection.

  Even at nineteen Courtney already knew that she liked her men a little rough around the edges. There hadn’t been anything sweet of polite about the way he’d bent her over and taken her from behind that first time, giving it to her hard and rough and swatting her ass until it was pink.

  She got all wet just thinking about it and from the way he was staring at her boobs instead of her face she had a feeling his mind had gone to the same place.

  “That’s my baby girl,” her daddy said. “From the way she handled herself out there tonight there’s no doubting she’s a Fletcher.”

  “Daddy,” Courtney went into working mode, jutting her lip and batting her heavily mascaraed eyelashes. “Can I go to the ring with Bryson tonight. You know I’d learn a lot watching him work Ricky Morton.”

  “Dylan’s going to the ring with me,” Bryson said, referring to his kid brother.

  “He’s done took off with some hot little blond.”

  “Like father, like son,” Bryson motioned toward his father leading Courtney’s opponent out the back.

  The girl hadn’t even bothered to change out of her gear. So that’s how the little slut got booked – blowing the booker. It was obvious she didn’t have any in ring talents. Everyone knew Billy had always had a thing for pretty redheads. Not that she was even that pretty or even a natural redhead.

  “Yeah, Courtney can go to the ring with me,” Bryson agreed. “If it’s cool with Ricky.”

  “Let’s go check,” her daddy said, leading the way into the dressing room.

  Bryson grabbed her arm, stopping her in the hallway. “I know you took advantage of that girl in the ring because of Dad, but you can’t pull that shit working with me.”

  “I know that,” she reminded him, “I’ve been around the business just as long as you have.”

  “Just so we’re clear.” He gave her a sly smile. “Not that I didn’t enjoy watching you kick the shit out of her.”

  With that said they went into the dressing room where Charlie waved them over to where Ricky sat tying bandanas around his legs.

  “I thought we could do a ref bump,” Charlie said, “then have Courtney come off the top rope for Double Devastation. It’ll keep you over and give them some heat.”

  “Double Devastation?” Ricky looked up with a confused expression on his face.

  “It’s mine and Dylan’s finisher, the old MX Vego-Matic,” Bryson explained.

  Ricky gave Courtney a good onceover. “She’s hot as hell, but can she work?”

  “I’m William Fletcher’s granddaughter.” Courtney said, leaning forward to put her best assets on display, her 36D breast implants.

  “She just spent three months training in a Japanese Dojo,” Bryson added. “She could probably work circles around the rest of the dressing room.”

  “Okay, I’m down with the finish.” Ricky gave her chest an approving grin. “I’ll set up a spot for you to smack me too. Be as stiff as you want, I just consider it foreplay.”

  “She’s also a blackbelt,” Bryson warned. “It’s not a good idea to tell her to work stiff.”

  Chapter 2

  Bryson held the ropes open for Courtney and got an eyeful ass she did her best butt wiggling ring entrance.

  Holy shit! She wasn’t even wearing a thong.

  He stepped through the ropes and all it took was one look at Ricky to know he hadn’t been the only to notice that Courtney wasn’t wearing any panties under her tight black mini skirt.

  “How the hell do you plan on bumping like that?” he whispered as she helped him remove his black leather ring jacket.

  “You noticed?” She flashed him a wicked smile.

  ‘Me, Ricky and half the front row.”

  At least she got out of the ring a little more carefully to take her spot in Bryson's corner.

  “Are you doing her?” Ricky mouthed the first time they locked up.

  “She wishes.”

  “I’d hit it in a heartbeat,” Ricky replied, sending Bryson to the mat.

  If it hadn’t been for Courtney’s exposed pussy, Bryson would have been a lot more uptight about working one of his childhood idols for the first time, especially with Ricky’s locker room offer to let him call the match.

  It took him just a few minutes to realize just how good Ricky Morton really was. He knew how to get the most out of the least amount of effort and man could he sell. Everything he’d heard was true - a match with Ricky was a night off in the ring. They weren’t calling anything, just going with the flow to put on one hell of a match.

  Bryson grabbed Ricky by his bleached blond mullet and Courtney was right there for the slap spot. He tried not to cringe as she let loose with a beautifully worked smack. The one thing he could say about her was that she respected the business. She was probably marking out as much as he was from getting to work with Ricky Morton. If you couldn’t get heat working Ricky, you ass had no place anywhere near a wrestling ring.

  Bryson had gotten so into the match he could have easily done a sixty-minute draw, but Ricky called for them to take it home. Courtney did her part to distract the ref and Bryson shoved Ricky into him for the bump to knock the guy out of action.

  Courtney climbed to the top rope while wearing what had to be three inch stiletto heels, and landed a perfect leg drop across Ricky’s throat. Bryson went for the pin as she revived the ref, slapping the guy’s hand to the mat for the three count.

  The crowd went nuts as Ricky sold the move like they had killed him.

  “Come on,” Bryson mouthed to her and they slid out of the ring.

  She raised his hand in victory and the crowd got even wil
der over the injustice reaped upon their hero. Leave it to Courtney to want to hang around and stir up some more heat. With no security that wasn't happening. He grabbed her by the waist practically dragging her to the back.

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  “Hell of a match,” Ricky said accepting Bryson’s handshake. “You’ve got it kid.”

  “Thanks.”

  Instead of shaking hands with Courtney, Ricky gave her a hug before sitting down to unlace his boots. “Damn girl, you’re a heat magnet.”

  Courtney sat down in the chair beside him pulling off her shoes to rub her feet. “I’d like to see Dylan do that spot in stilettos.”

  “I wouldn’t.” Bryson laughed.

  “I’m doing a couple of shots with Stan Lane around Charlotte next month,” Ricky said. “Would you be interested in working with us? That’s one hell of a finish.”

  Would I ever!?!

  “How much can the promoter pay me?” she asked, trying to hide her excitement.

  She wasn’t about to let on that she’d work the shows for free to get a shot at a play date with the guy known in the biz as “The Gangster of Love”. Stan was a gorgeous tanned blond who had the rep to back up his gimmick.

  “I’ll have to call the guy running the shows, but I can probably get you a decent payoff if he’s got a girl for you to work too.”

  “Jimmy Cornette always gets the same pay as Stan.” Her daddy would decide to show up at that moment with their pay envelopes.

  “She’s not Cornette,” Bryson said.

  “That’s for damn sure,” Ricky agreed. “I don’t think Jimmy, or any other girl for that matter could fill out a mini skirt the way Courtney does.”

  “Go on and get out of here so the boys can get changed,” Charlie said.

  Courtney opened her pay envelope and thumbed through the bills. “You shorted me for working the main event.”

  “Take it up with Billy,” her daddy said. “He did the payoffs.”

  “Damn straight I will.” Courtney scribbled down her number for Ricky. “Call me on those shows.”

  ‘Will do,” he said, sticking the number in his bag.

  Not bothering to change out of her mini skirt and matching sequined ‘bitch’ tank top, Courtney went off in search of Billy.

  She opened the back door just in time to see him opening the door of his Cadillac for that stupid bitch she’d worked.

  Dropping her bag, she strutted out to the parking lot, “Where the hell do you get off on shorting me on my payoff.”

  She knew she’d caught him off guard expecting her to go psycho on him for taking off with that little red head slut.

  He calmly closed the passenger door and walked around to the trunk to put in her bag, or she assumed it was the girl’s bag since Billy had never been the Hello Kitty type.

  “Whatta mean?” he asked. “Your money’s all there.”

  “Not for working the main event.” She waved the bills in front of his face. “While you were out here getting your dick sucked I took a bump off the top rope.”

  “Bryson and Ricky didn’t need you out there.”

  “Daddy booked the finish.”

  “Then take it up with him. I didn’t tell you to go to the ring with Bryson.”

  “How much would you have paid Dylan to drop a Vego-Matic in stilettos, a mini skirt and no panties?”

  “For real?” Billy chuckled and his storm grey eyes lit up, making her heart skip a beat. “I’d come closer to paying my son not to dress in drag.”

  As much as she hated to admit it, she’d been in love with Billy for as long as she could remember. Luring her way into his bed at sixteen had only made matters worse. No matter how much he fucked around they both knew he’d never leave his wife. Being his favorite piece of ass on the side was never gonna be good enough for Courtney.

  “You’d better be glad that guy from the state athletic commission didn't hang around for that match,” Billy said. “Even thought I’m sure Ricky enjoyed a face full of pussy, I doubt the commissioner would have been as thrilled.”

  “Bryson seemed to enjoy it,” she said just to try to get a rise out of him. “You can go ahead and leave because he’s riding to Myrtle Beach with me.”

  “Wonder what Allison will think about that?”

  “Probably the same thing your son’s mother would think about you going off with that skanky ring rat.” Courtney countered knowing good and well that Billy would never say a word to Bryson’s girlfriend. “You know she’s not even a natural redhead?”

  “You shouldn’t have roughed Robin up like that in the ring.”

  “Find me opponents who know how to work.”

  “If you was a man, me and Vlad would have yanked your ass outside and taught you a lesson about respecting the person you’re working with.”

  “Anytime you want to spank my ass, you’ve got my number.”

  “Hey, Courtney,” Bryson stopped beside her vintage Corvette Stingray. “You ready to go?”

  “Told ya. I hope she’s better in bed than she is in the ring.” Courtney turned around just long enough to flash Billy a seductive grin. “Think about me screaming your son’s name while you’re banging your nasty little rat.”

  Chapter 3

  Bryson had known the deal as soon as they had stopped in Columbia that afternoon to pick up the redhead to work with Courtney. She was one of Moolah’s girls and probably would have been able to work a decent match if she’d had a seasoned veteran carrying her.

  All the boys knew Courtney had kicked her ass because it was obvious that Robin thought she could fuck her way into a spot with the company by doing Billy. Not a smart move considering everyone in the business knew Courtney had always had it bad for his dad.

  No way in hell was he gonna get in that Cadillac with the two of them. That left him two options, riding to the next town with Charlie and Vlad, Allison’s over protective uncle, or going for round two with Courtney.

  Allison hadn’t called to apologize and he'd had more than enough of her constant nagging. Unlike most of the boys he didn’t fuck around on the road. Well, except for that one slip up that night with Courtney. And her constant accusations were getting really old. He had worked his way up in the business to where he could cover their bills without her prancing around Hooters in those tiny orange shorts flirting with guys to up her tip money. If Allie wanted something to ride him about, she was going to get it tonight.

  Providing he could get Courtney out of there before Allison's uncle saw them leaving together. That’s why he’d already carried both their gear bags and her purse out to her car.

  “Damn, I’m hot.” Courtney fanned her tank top to reveal her super cut abs. “Let’s put the top down.”

  She sure as hell was!

  When he’d left for college she’d been a scrawny little fourteen-year-old kid. Now she was all woman and not afraid to flaunt it. She’d gotten a nose job and breast implants, bleached out her hair to a sun kissed blond and hit the gym with a vengeance. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her 5’8” muscled up frame.

  She popped the top on the Stingray and scooted over to the passenger seat, motioning for him to get behind the wheel. He’d wanted to take that car for a spin since she’d gotten it on her sixteenth birthday, but she hadn’t let anyone drive it, not even Billy.

  “Don’t go getting a hard on over getting to drive my Vette,” she said, her manicured nails already working their way up his thigh. “You know how I hate bridges and we’ve got to cross a nasty looking one to get to highway 15.”

  When they got to the bridge she undid her seat belt, looped her purse over her shoulder, scrunched her eyes shut and dug her nails into his thigh.”

  Good thing he’d worn jeans instead of shorts because those nails could have inflicted some serious pain on his bare skin.

  “We made it.” He laughed as the Corvette reached solid ground. “You’re not going to have to swim to shore.”

  She opened her purse to put her payoff in her
wallet. “Damn, I got so mad at Billy I forgot to make him give me the rest of my money.”

  “I’ve got a feeling, both you girls will be valeting tomorrow night and just doing a cat fight spot, if that,” Bryson said. “He’d be crazy to let you shoot on that chick again.”

  “If she goes to the ring with him, I swear I’ll go the fuck off.”

  Bryson didn’t doubt her. “You’ll be working with me and Ricky again tomorrow. The way you nailed that finish was fucking amazing.”

  “Thanks, Ricky’s awesome to work with," Courtney agreed.

  “I’ll say.”

  Enough with the wrestling talk.

  In the moonlight Bryson looked just like Billy with the clock rolled back about twenty years. Same dark hair, high cheek bones, dimpled smile, and those steel grey eyes. The only difference being Bryson’s long hair and his broken nose had healed a lot better than Billy’s.

  She ought to know considering she’d been the one to break it when she was only ten. He’d been fifteen and days away from wrestling in the state championships.

  One stiff roundhouse kick and she’d cracked his septum to where he had to have surgery and miss the tournament. It was probably a good thing she and her daddy had left to go to another territory or he’d have tied her in knots the next time he’d gotten her in the old ring they used for practice in Vlad’s backyard.

  He seemed to be okay with her hand on his thigh so she took it a step further, running her nails over the inseam of his jeans.

  “Has your goody goody girlfriend ever given you a blow job in the car?” she asked.

  “Not in a moving car.”

  She went for the zipper of his jeans.

  He didn’t take his eyes off the road, but she caught his glimmer of a grin.

  “I’m going to need a little help here.”