Stand Back! There's a Hurricane Coming Through!

Author's note: It's my story, so I make the rules, LOL! No brand extension, my choice of superstars and all other bets (including pre-existing personal relationships) are off if I deem them to be so! And since I haven't been watching for a while, I will ignore current storylines and events - including the unmasking and shaving of KKane, which I consider to be an act that "reeks of heinousity", to quote the lovely Edge. I will also at random use both wrestlers' real names and "stage" names - mostly where I don't know real names. Usual disclaimer - own nothing, all the people own themselves, WWE owns the trademark names, I'm doing this to exercise my creativity and for the sheer pleasure of writing. Ask my therapist!

Chapter 1 - Tormenting the talent

Vivvie sat at her desk in Titan Tower, reading through a draft contract and making notes on the legal pad beside her. At one point, she swiveled her chair to grab a manual from the credenza beside her, checked a reference and returned to the contract, her brow furrowing with concentration.

The name on the door read "Vivianne Taylor", but she had been "Vivvie" since about a month after starting work for the WWE. Mark Calaway had started the ball rolling. In an exaggerated southern drawl, he had pronounced her name as "Vivvie-anne", and it had stuck. Someone else had shortened it to Vivvie not long after.

The whole nickname thing struck Vivvie as funny - as a very properly brought up Boston girl, she'd never been called anything but Vivianne. Her mother had railed at anyone who dared even to shorten it to a more casual "Viv", including her Australian father, who had a very different way of looking at the world sometimes.

Mother had tried to make Vivvie into a respectable young Boston matron, marrying a doctor or lawyer rather than going to university - but of course, a good Swiss finishing school first. But Vivvie rebelled and headed off with her father to Sydney, after he decided that Mother was getting a bit carried away with marrying Vivvie off so young. She got her business degree "down under", spent another year at Vassar, and then started work for the WWE.

Mother was furious. Dad, on the other hand, thought it was great and continued to run interference for Vivvie at home. He'd even started calling her "Vivvie". Not Mother though. But then, Mother was a rather formal, and formidable, lady and would never sink to something so casual. Mother had probably never had a casual day in her life. Vivvie guessed that's why she liked the bunch at the WWE so much - they were were anything but formal. They were more like her laid-back father.

This was the most relaxed place she had ever worked - the cameraderie and familiarity was widespread, but so was the professionalism and business savvy. She loved it here, working in Talent Relations for Jim Ross. The contract in front of her was a draft of the new deal for one of the superstars, a common enough part of her job, but she handled other things as well - high profile media and community event booking, and overseeing the department that did all the travel arrangements for the talent. All in all, after eight years with the company, she was at a place where she was very happy.

There was a tap at the door of her office, and her executive assistant Lexie poked her head in.

"Want a coffee Vivvie? I'm heading to the kitchen for one of my own."

"Lovely - thanks, Lexie," Vivvie smiled at her. Lexie was a pert dark haired young women with boundless enthusiasm and skills, and the reason Vivvie could manage such a broad range of departments. She was confident in delegating work to Lexie to complete, and the girl's knack for determining which of the endless meeting and appointment requests really did warrant Vivvie's time was incredible.

"Back in a flash then," Lexie smiled back.

Vivvie nodded and looked back down at the contract, but her concentration had been broken. It was time for a break anyway, she thought, rising from her chair and stretching. She looked out the window at the bright spring Connecticut sky, brushing her dark hair back from her forehead as she let her mind drift. The sound of the phone at Lexie's desk broke through her reverie, and she glanced down at her handset. Sure enough, the call was on her line, so she sat back down at the desk and picked it up.

"Hi Lexie, is Vivvie there?" a masculine voice said before she had a chance to speak.

"This is Vivvie, hello Paul," she said, recognising the voice. "You know, it is customary to wait until the answering party speaks before speaking yourself." Paul Levesque rushed through life at breakneck speed sometimes - it was good to remind him of the social niceties occasionally. But she was smiling as she said it - she had a soft spot for the man, one of the leading talents in the company.

"Hey Vivvie! Sorry, was a million miles away and expecting Lexie to pick up as usual. How are you?" When he slowed to take a breath, he was polite and charming, Vivvie reflected.

"Fine thanks. How's by you?"

"Vivvie, I've got a little problem here I need your help with. You know my personal assistant Penny, don't you?"

"Of course Paul. What's wrong?" A note of concern crept into Vivvie's voice.

"Well, she's pregnant," came the response.

"Good God Paul, did you knock her up? How could you be so irresponsible - and unprofessional?"

Fortunately for Vivvie, videophones weren't in common use, because her stern tone contrasted very strongly with her broad grin at that point. Penny had already been in touch with her, as a responsible employee should. She was delighted with the pregnancy, as was her long term boyfriend. Vivvie had already shortlisted a pool of candidates, and was only waiting until Penny told Paul of her intention to take leave to arrange for him to meet with the candidates and make a final selection based on personal compatibility.

She continued to grin as he made flustered noises and tried to explain in the face of her wrath, and then allowed herself to chuckle into the phone. The flustered noises stopped and Paul started growling.

"Goddamnit Vivvie!"

She laughed outright then. Paul was a lot of fun to tease.

"Paul, sorry, but you left the door wide open for that!" she chuckled again.

A low chuckle was his response. "You're right, I guess I did. And I take it that you already knew?"

"Right with Eversharp, my good man. I left it to Penny to let you know that she was leaving, and I've already lined up some candidates to take her place. She's going to stay on until your new assistant is up to speed, that okay with you?"

"Two lovely people looking after little old me?" he wisecracked, and she could almost see that trademark Triple H smirk. "Oh, I think I could handle that."

"Not a one of the candidates is under 40, Paul," she said severely, the tone again at odds with her grin.

"I like a little experience, baby, it's a real turn-on for me," was his laughing retort.

"Pervert!" she shot back at him with a laugh of her own. "Listen, we'll set up a meeting for the next time you're in the area. Which should be . . ." she checked the massive wall planner behind her desk, "early next month. Okay with you?"

"Sure, get Penny to let me know when and I'll be there. Take care, Vivvie - see you next month."

Chapter 2 - Wassup wid dat?

Vivvie walked down the corridor, talking with some of her management colleagues following the regular Monday morning meeting. As usual, there were glitches to be sorted out, arrangements to be made, papers to be read. The current topic of conversation, however, was the coming Raw live show tonight in Florida. An outbreak of stomach flu after a recent trip to Asia, and the previous night's PPV, had wrought havoc in the line up, and a number of personal appearances and events were also at risk.

And Vivvie had to go down there and sort it out. Her colleagues were kidding her about how tough it would be to be in Florida in the summertime, asking her if she planned to check out Disneyworld or take in a show at Seaworld. Vivvie thought she'd be lucky to see the airport and the arena, judging by the number of people she had to meet with.

As she arrived at her office, she asked Lexie to grab her a flight to Miami as soon as she could, and headed in to her office to grab her purse and briefcase. She collected the papers and information she needed, checked to make sure her cellphone and her laptop batteries were fully charged and was perusing her calendar for the day when Lexie appeared.

"You're booked on a flight leaving in half an hour, and your return is after the show. I've called the car service, and they'll have a driver downstairs in five minutes to take you to the airport."

"Lexie, thanks! Listen, can you reschedule the appointments this morning, and get someone to sub for me this afternoon at the Legal Services meeting?"

"No problem, Vivvie. Have a safe flight, and I'll see you tomorrow."

Vivvie left her office, her mind already on what needed to be done in Florida. She knew Lexie could handle anything that cropped up here, as could her managers. Having good people working for you made it so much easier to be flexible, she mused briefly, as she rode the elevator down to the lobby and her waiting car.

On the way to the airport, Vivvie made quick notes on the major points that she needed to nail down in Florida. Referring to her papers from the morning meeting, she was too preoccupied with making lists and jotting ideas to hear the car radio, and her dash to check in and board her flight made her oblivious to the TV screens dotted around the concourse.

It wasn't until she was buckling into her seat on the plane, listening with half an ear to the flight attendant, still planning and thinking, that she realised that there was something different going on than the usual "This is how to fasten your seatbelt, here is the oxygen mask, in the event of an emergency, put your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye" spiel. The word "Hurricane" penetrated her consciousness, and she wondered goofily why on earth they were talking about one of the WWE superstars. She shifted her full attention to the flight attendant, and suddenly understood what was going on.

"Oh shit!" she muttered, earning a hard look from the staid matron in the next seat. Vivvie, who had grown up receiving those kind of looks from her own mother, wasn't at all phased. After all, she figured that "Oh shit" was an entirely appropriate response to learning that you were flying into a state that was under threat from a very large hurricane, and they weren't talking about a guy in green and black tights.

Chapter 3 - The Circus is in Town

Vivvie spent the flight working on her papers. She declined food and beverages, because the way the plane was bouncing up and down she figured she'd end up wearing them. As it was, her notes were somewhat illegible - in-flight turbulence didn't do much for her penmanship. There was an announcement that they may have to divert to Orlando, which caused many passengers to groan, including Vivvie, but a serendipitous break in the weather meant that their landing in Miami was only 15 minutes later than scheduled, although perhaps bumpier than usual.

The noise of the strong wind penetrated the jetway as Vivvie disembarked with the rest of the passengers. She paused, as did many others, to check out the weather updates on the TV screens in the arrivals hall. However, the forecasters were saying that, while the hurricane was still off the coast, it had stalled and high winds and seas were likely to be all that was experienced in the Miami area. Vivvie figured that, since she didn't intend to go paragliding or boating, she'd be fine, and walked off to find a cab to take her to the arena.

There was the usual organised chaos at the arena, as the crews worked to dismantle the PPV set-up and make it ready for tonight's live Raw show. The Titantron was being adjusted, and the lighting changed. She had almost gotten stuck with managing the logistics for the road crew, but she had dodged that bullet - rather neatly, if she did say so herself, thinking that overseeing this part of the WWE circus would be a full time job in itself. She watched as the ring crew attached pyros to the turnbuckles, and realised that Glenn Jacobs must be expected to make an appearance on the show later. She hoped that it would happen. In addition to being concerned about the wrestler's health, she was also keenly aware of the company's big drawcards, and Kane was becoming one of them.

The man's extraordinary body had been honed while he rehabbed his bicep injury, and the new costume was showing it off to advantage. That and the new mask, which showed a little more of his face, and the fact that he was talking - female fans in particular seemed to be extremely pleased with the "new" Kane. There had been some talk about unmasking the Big Red Machine, but Vivvie was very happy when that was out-voted. Glenn deserved the run he was getting, and it was to the company's advantage to keep it going.

But she had other things to do than watch the ring crews and think about Glenn Jacobs in see-through wrestling gear. She skirted round the arena floor and headed backstage to see how bad the line up problems were going to be.

Jim Ross had already arrived from the hotel where most of the wrestlers and crew had been staying after the PPV. She joined him and the bookers to review the list of injured wrestlers. Thankfully, what had seemed a disastrous situation had improved a little overnight and during the morning. Though, Jim remarked with a chuckle, the whirlpool tubs and masseurs had gotten a real workout. The other good news was that the stomach bug seemed to have run its course, with only Booker T and Spike Dudley still not up to par. However, the night's program would need to be carefully constructed so that no-one was further injured or overtaxed.

They moved into the area that had hosted Fan Axxess during the weekend, and commandeered the long table that had been used for autograph sessions. Pulling up random chairs, they sat and discussed the show and the upcoming appearances and events. All the wrestlers in town had been instructed to come see them to discuss how they were feeling, so they could work around the various physical complications that had arisen.

While they were waiting for the first of the wrestlers to arrive, Vivvie watched as the merchanising teams packed up their remaining stock. Judging from the number of empty cartons they were flattening, as opposed to filling with neatly folded T shirts and other items, she figured they'd done good business. A sudden impish urge struck. Excusing herself, she made her way to one of the concessions.

Danny looked up from his stocktake to see Vivvie grinning at him.

"Hey Miss Vivvie! How come you're in town?"

"Everybody loves a circus Danny, and this is still the biggest circus I know," she laughed. "Listen, you got any Triple H T-shirts hanging around?"

He consulted his inventory. "Yep, but none of the larger sizes - if the big guys don't buy 'em, the ladies seem to love sleepin' with the Game," he remarked with a grin, referring to the common practice of women buying larger size T-shirts to use as sleepwear.

Vivvie grinned back - she certainly had a few of Danny's shirts that she used to lounge in. "This time, Danny, I'm looking for one that will fit . . . real snug."

Danny laughed outright. "Sounds like you might plan on giving someone an eyeful, Miss Vivvie," he said as he riffled through the stacks of T-shirts for one that would be tight on her - his practised eye was used to guessing sizes for people who weren't sure what size they needed. It was good PR - if the size wasn't right, they weren't likely to buy anything the next time.

Vivvie smiled. She knew Danny thought that she meant to wear the shirt for Jeff Hardy. They had had a wonderfully fun and flirtatious relationship last year. They had been very good together, but neither of them were serious about taking the relationship any further. They hadn't dated in a while, preferring to mellow into friendship, but she knew that a lot of people were hoping the relationship would rekindle so that it would lead to something more permanent.

She loved Jeffy, but this shirt was meant to tease someone else. She took the packet from Danny with another smile, and ducked into the Ladies room to change. Fortunately, the black of the T-shirt would work well under her green linen suit. As she readjusted her jacket, only the neck of the T-shirt peeked through, looking like a black camisole. She couldn't wait to take that jacket off for someone later, she grinned to herself as she headed back to the table, where Bubba and D'Von Dudley were sitting, both liberally patched with gauze.

Chapter 4 - Getting the big men into bed

Vivvie and the others were in a lull between wrestlers, and were taking the opportunity to stretch after sitting in the hard plastic chairs for most of the day. They had constructed a line up for the night's show that would allow both for exciting TV and some measure of respite for the most battered of bodies. She had been horrified when Jeff, Matt and Lita had arrived, seeing the massive bruising on Jeff's arm that had come from taking a bad landing on the steel stairs. Jeff laughed it off, saying that he could cover it with his body paint.

Right now, they were waiting on a few of the major superstars, who would not be taking part in tonight's matches, but whose ability to attend personal appearances needed to be confirmed. Vivvie had turned to grab her waterglass when she noticed Mark Calaway entering the room. She winced as she noticed how carefully he was walking.

"Hello, Vivvie-anne," he greeted her with a smile.

"Hello yourself," she returned his greeting absent-mindedly, watching him move. "How bad?"

The shorthand was telling. Most of the WWE executive were well aware of the problems Mark was having with his knees and hips, and seeing him walking so slowly and carefully meant that he was having trouble with them today.

"Stiff and sore mostly - relax, Vivvie. The damn hotel didn't have a king size bed for my room, so I ended up sleeping crosswise and still had my feet hanging off the side. I should have headed for Glenn's room - I could have shared his king size bed and saved myself the trauma."

Vivvie grinned at him, having a sudden mental picture of two of the biggest men on the roster sleeping side by side. She couldn't help but devil him for that.

"Right or left side, Mark? And are you the spooner or the spoonee?" she teased. Suddenly the mental image was raising . . . everything. Her blood pressure, her temperature - and her nipples. She prayed not to blush. The WWE was mostly about large, beautifully built men who spent a lot of time half-naked, and the fact that her time on the internet showed that women found the temptation to fantasise about all kinds of situations involving those men and their relationships with one another sometimes caused her thoughts to . . . veer. One night over drinks with some of her female colleagues had uncovered the fact that they all "veered" at one time or another, and most of them thought the guys got a kick out it. Well, perhaps not the idea of the rampant male-on-male action, but the sex appeal thing definitely appealed.

Mark laughed at her fairly transparent train of thought, and grabbed her into a hug. "Ah, darlin' Vivvie-anne, I'd rather be spooning with you than with Glenn. His ass is way too hairy for my tastes."

Vivvie exploded with laughter as she hugged Mark. She was very fond of him - his gentle nature was such a contrast with the "bad ass" attitudes of his in-ring personas.

"I heard that, Calaway," came another deep voice. Glenn Jacobs had returned to check something about tonight's show. "You want to talk about hairy asses, bring it on, you great bear."

Vivvie found that the distracting mental images had been banished quite thoroughly by the two men's accusations of hairy behinds, and continued to laugh helplessly. Glenn winked at Mark.

"I'm a bear? You seen the A-Train lately?" Mark grinned.

"Stop it!" Vivvie gasped breathlessly, trying to stop laughing. She straightened up, still holding Mark around the waist with one arm. Glenn stood close by, grinning at them. Vivvie thought that every woman really should be given the opportunity to spend some time around these men, because there was nothing like being dwarfed to make you feel tiny and feminine. Even Vivvie, who stood close to 5'10" in heels.

"Mark, have they changed your room?" she said, after she regained her composure. "Do I need to have a chat to the manager?"

"Relax, mother-hen. Yes, I've changed rooms, don't have to contemplate sharing with the Big Red Hairy Ass now I've got my own king size bed."

They all laughed, and headed for the table to go back to work.

Chapter 5 - The Bottom Falls Out

Vivvie packed her briefcase. Everything had been resolved, much to her relief. The show would be fine tonight, and the personal appearances and community events for the coming week would go ahead as scheduled.

She checked her watch, and realised that Paul would be here soon. Since his new assistant had started work with Penny, things had been going along quite well. In a week or so, Rosa would be joining Paul fulltime and Penny would be working at Titan Towers until she went on maternity leave. However, this week, Penny had not been well and her doctor had forbidden her from flying. During a conference call with Paul, they had decided that Paul could manage on his own this week, and that Rosa would join the circus next week. She and Penny were working together at Titan Towers this week, making sure Rosa knew everything she needed.

Vivvie strongly suspected that a lot of what Rosa was learning at this point was how to manage Paul on a personal level. It wasn't part of the formal training program, but it happened nonetheless. The superstar's quirks and foibles, weaknesses and habits were discussed in incredible detail. She had overheard one discussion in which the personal assistant who was leaving was giving very candid information about the kind of ringrats the superstar was likely to go for, and how to diplomatically steer clear if he spotted one. Hell, the woman could even point out the signs that someone had caught his eye and he was making up his mind!

Well, she guessed, you spent enough time with someone managing their lives for them and you were bound to spot things. Thank heavens the ones who left were discreet - she could imagine the furor if one decided to publish a tell-all book, or worse, a webpage. The WWE could stop publication of a book, but once something like that hit the internet, there'd be no stopping it.

She chuckled to herself and checked her jacket. At some point during her meeting with Paul, she planned to take it off and show him the T-shirt he had gotten earlier. She figured it would make him laugh, after the joke she had pulled on him over Penny's pregnancy.

There was commotion going on backstage, as everyone readied for the house show, followed by the live broadcast. But this seemed a bit more than that. She headed for the door, but was forestalled by Jim Ross.

"We might need to do a little work tonight after all, Vivvie," he said, his face serious. "That damned hurricane is heading for the coast again, and picking up intensity. No-one will be flying out of here tonight or maybe even tomorrow. And we may not even get the trucks out tonight, depending on what happens."

What followed was an hour of hectic phone calls and faxing. The management of the hotel was ordered to hold the WWE bookings indefinitely, and not a moment too soon, as stranded passengers started streaming back into the city from the airport, seeking accommodation. The alternate equipment in Connecticut was put on the road to the venue for the Smackdown show on Wednesday, and buses arranged to transport the wrestlers and crew, in case air travel was still out tomorrow. Vivvie called the organisers of the events arranged for the next day, and explained the situation. She promised to do what she could to get the superstars involved to the events, and hoped they would understand if it couldn't be accomplished.

And, at the last minute, she cornered Danny again, this time looking for a pair of workout shorts and a shirt to sleep in, and worse case scenario wear tomorrow. Overnight laundry service might be disrupted if the hurricane interrupted power, and she wasn't going to be comfortable wearing this suit two days in a row. Linen, she mused, observing the wrinkled skirt - five minutes after you put it on, it looked like you had slept in it, which was what everyone expected from it. Tailored and lined as her suit was, it stood up a little better. But she had been wearing it for over 12 hours now, and it looked it. Oh well, couldn't be helped, and she wasn't like she needed to be a part of the fashion parade that was Raw, she thought, watching Victoria walk down the hall in her hot pink wrestling outfit.

Chapter 6 - So where's the after-show party?

With the sudden changes in plans, Vivvie had rescheduled her meeting with Paul. It wasn't urgent, so she arranged to find him in the locker room later and make sure everything was going smoothly for him without his assistant. She had little doubt it would be, Penny and Rosa were handling things long-distance, but while she was here she thought she'd see if there was anything she could do to help.

By the time they had sorted out the logistics to get around the hurricane's effects, Vivvie realised that she hadn't had a chance to make a reservation for herself at the hotel. Her heart sinking, she dialled the manager again, and was told, as she feared, that they were totally booked. Oh well, she thought, snapping her cellphone closed, she was sure she could find a spare bed or sofa in someone's room. She made a mental note to ask around.

But now, she needed to find Paul, before the preparations for the show hit fever pitch. She knew he wasn't on the card until later in the evening, but she also knew he liked to watch the matches as a way of getting into character. She headed off down the hallway to the locker room to find him.

It was a slow trip. She was rarely at venues, except when they were close to Connecticut, so she didn't spend a lot of time with the wrestlers as a rule. But they all knew her, and she was constantly being stopped for a quick hug or a chat.

Chris Jericho thanked her for the help her department given him recently when a travel snafu had threatened to strand him in Canada when his pregnant wife was about to give birth. He showed her pictures of Ash Edward, who was a minature version of his daddy.

Torri Wilson and Billy Kidman, newly married, had been delighted when Vivvie had arranged for their contracts to be renewed simultaneously, giving them mutual job security. Torrie now hugged her and swore they would name their first born after her.

"Don't tell me you're pregnant - please, not today. Not after all this!" Vivvie protested. They reassured her that they weren't, but Billy leered and said they were practising a lot. Vivvie mouthed "TMI!" at them as she walked on.

Then it was Kurt Angle's turn to show her baby pictures. Helping negotiate "time out" for wrestlers who were about to become daddies was a terrific part of her job. While on the one hand, it was tough for the company when they had to lose superstars for weeks, she always fought hard to make sure the prospective papas had a schedule that allowed them to be home before the birth and to spend as much time as possible with their new babies afterwards.

Wrestling might well be a competitive business, but people had to come first. The company wouldn't be anything without these talented people, and Vivvie didn't want to see any of them decide to hang it up over something that was easily accommodated and simply good management. She always went to bat for the talent, and they knew it and appreciated it.

She waved at Matt and Lita, who were sitting quietly together with Bubba and D'von.

Suddenly, Jeff ran up to her, swung her into his arms, and then bent her backwards in a dramatic kiss, to loud applause from the people standing nearby. As he gently brought her upright, Vivvie's head was swimming. One of the things she loved about Jeff was the way he kissed, and right now every hormone in her body was screaming for more.

She had thought earlier about seeing if she could sleep on the sofa in his room, but now resolved not to ask. She knew she wouldn't stay on the sofa, and she didn't feel right about taking the relationship back to its previous intimacy. Well, her brain didn't, but her hormones did - and how!

"Jeffy!" she scolded him gently, as she hugged him.

"What?" he protested, trying - and failing - to look innocent. "Look, we just got all these people thinking we're gonna get back together."

"Jeffy, we aren't getting back together!" she whispered, aware of the scrutiny they were under. Her hormones begged to differ, and she fought the urge to rub herself against him.

"I know that - but it's all part of my cunning plan," he winked.

"What cunning plan, Jeff?" she asked, wondering what kind of prank he planning now.

"Ah jeez, Vivvie, I don't have a cunning plan - just wanted a kiss. You give great tongue, baby," he mock-leered at her.

She laughed - that was another thing she loved about him, the fun they had together. And she knew that they were better as friends - they could still have the fun, even if it meant missing out on the mind-blowing sex. Her hormones protested again, and she clamped down hard. Sex you could get almost anywhere - real fun, the kind they had, that was a little more rare. She hugged him tight and then figured she might play along with his game.

She groped his firm behind for the benefit of the few wrestlers who were still watching, and pulled him down to her for another scorching kiss. As the kiss ended, she withdrew her tongue slowly and licked delicately at his top lip before stepping slowly away from him, their hands linked, their arms outstretched until they could no longer maintain the contact. She stepped backwards away from him, as if unable to take her eyes from him, and fought the urge to grin as he gave her a quick wink in acknowledgement of her complicity.

She heard the razzing as she turned to walk away, trying hard not to grin too broadly.

"Jeezum crow, I think I need a cold shower after that!"

"Jeff, I don't know what you did in a past life to deserve something like that in this life - but if you ever work it out, let me know!"

She walked on, stopping to chat as she did. Shawn Michaels gave her a speculative look as she turned the corner to the locker rooms. They were alone together.

"Vivvie-anne Taylor, you are a very bad girl."

Why, she wondered, did the southerners call her by her full name like that? She had to admit, she rather liked it.

"Really, Shawn? Perhaps I need a spanking?" she said jokingly, then turned and bent over slightly, presenting her behind to him. She didn't expect what happened next though.

He took her hips and pulled her back against him, firmly but gently, giving her the opportunity to move away if she wanted. Then she felt the warmth of his breath against her ear.

"I would like nothing better - I'll bet your lovely bottom turns all pink after a good paddling," he growled softly.

Spung! Up went the blood presure, the temperature and the nippples - again. That wasn't what she figured the reaction would be to her joke. She had thought it would provoke a laugh - not a come-on! Shawn had never behaved like this with her.

"Be good, Vivvie-girl," he said, gently releasing her. "Or be bad - your choice," and he stepped away.<

Well, scratch asking Shawn to crash on his couch, Vivvie decided.

What the hell was going on here anyway, she wondered? She'd never noticed this kind of raging hormone thing at any other venue. Maybe it was kind of fun, but still! She was, however, thankful that her tailored linen jacket meant that her "headlights on high beam" nipples weren't obvious. Maybe it was the weather. Did hurricanes make everyone horny? She wasn't sure of the cause, but she was damn sure she was feeling the effect. Maybe rooming with one of the Divas would be a better idea.

She was about to knock on the door of the men's locker room, when Paul called out from behind her.

"Looking for me, Vivvie?"

She turned - he was still in his street clothes, so she knew there wouldn't really be time to talk now. He grinned at her.

"I've been hearing all about your performance with Jeffy. Sorry I missed it," he laughed.

She chuckled herself. "Boy brings out the worst in me, I'll admit it."

"Perhaps there'll be a late night performance that I can catch after the show? How about a session of dry-humping in the hotel lobby?" he gave her the Triple H smirk and she exploded into laughter.

"I'll talk to Jeffy and see what we can arrange," she winked, and he laughed again. "Listen, I know that you're going to have to get ready, perhaps we can talk later?" A sudden thought struck her. Paul was a good guy, and he didn't seem to be suffering from that weird hormone thing that was going around. "Maybe you can do me a favour?"

"Anything, Vivvie," he said, his face serious.

"The hotel is booked out, and I'm stranded. You got a spare bed or a sofa for a weary traveller for the night?"

"Sure. Happy to have a roomie, so long as you don't snore," he teased.

"Paul, you just saved my life! I've had visions of having to share with, I dunno, Billy and Torrie and listen to them do the wild thing all night!"

He laughed. "Cut them some slack Vivvie, they're newlyweds. But I agree, having to listen would be tough. Catch you after the show for sure, if not before, ok?"

She nodded and smiled as he headed into the locker room. And then she had another wicked idea. It must be something in the air, she decided, as she headed back down the hallway to find Jeff for a bit more mischief making.

She found him sitting on a wardrobe crate, drinking Pepsi Max. Jeff and his sugar - no wonder he was such a goof-off. She sat down next to him, chuckling as his hand slipped around her waist.

"Hey, what did I tell you about that?"

"I don't recall - one too many chair shots to the head, I think," he teased.

She laughed as she slapped at his hands. "Behave! Because I have an idea for us to misbehave later and get Paul with a great practical joke."

"Oh yeah! I love it when you get naughty with me Vivvie - remember the time you wore that French maid's . . . "

Vivvie put her hand over his mouth. "Jeff honey, could you come down from your sugar high for just one minute and listen?"

He moved her hand away and quickly kissed her cheek. Then he sat quietly and listened to her plan. His grin grew wider as she outlined her idea, and finally he laughed. "Oh God, Vivvie, that will be classic! I know the spot too, saw it earlier."

They discussed some ideas, and the plans grew a little more elaborate. Then Jeff spotted the flaw in the plan. "Ah, Vivvie, how do we get Paul there? It's a bit out of the way."

"Hmmm, I think we need a co-conspirator. Who do we trust?"

"Normally I'd say Adam, but he's likely to get a bit over-excited and give the game away, so to speak. Besides, he was in on that jello in the tub thing in Texas last week, so I don't think Paul will go for it if it comes from Adam. How about Rob?"

"Rob would be good - Rob is semi-stable, he enjoys a good joke. Let's go find him."

Rob turned out to be an excellent co-conspirator. He added suggestions, and provided the perfect bait to reel Paul in. As the three chuckled together over their plan, they didn't notice Adam standing nearby, listening intently.

Chapter 7 - Time to play the game

Vivvie actually enjoyed being backstage at the shows, or out past the entrance where she could see the matches and listen to the crowd. There was an excitement and an atmosphere that was hard to beat. She encouraged her staff who were feeling a bit jaded to take in a show and it always recharged their enthusiasm.

Tonight was no exception. The bad weather hadn't shrunk the crowd much, with Florida natives needing a full out hurricane right over the city to keep them away from the rare live shows in their area. Even though there was a TV in one of the offices tuned to the weather channel to keep them updated, most people forgot about the weather and concentrated on having a good show. Still, there was someting decidedly more playful going on tonight, and everyone was in a great mood.

Which was just perfect, Vivvie thought. She wasn't usually much of a prankster, but tonight she was feeling decidedly wicked, and she and Jeff, her favourite partner in crime, were all set.

Paul's match was up soon, and most people kept out of his way. He usually got into a fairly intense ring mood, and didn't like to be distracted from that. By contrast, Glenn, who was his opponent for the evening, was always pretty relaxed.

He hadn't yet put on his mask, and the dark makeup around his eyes had everyone, as usual, calling him "Rocky", as in "Rocky Raccoon". But tonight he was more playful, and started wandering around with his bottom lip tucked in to make his top teeth more prominent. Andrew Martin decided to show "Rocky" what "Test - the Rabid Chipmunk" could do, and backstage erupted in laughter as the two men posed and growled at each other, each trying to make himself look more and more buck-toothed. The whole thing fell apart when Trish Stratus suddenly squealed with laughter and announced that she had just wet herself. At that point, pandemonium took over.

Jeff looked over at Vivvie and winked - in this mood, the stunt they had planned was going to go over like gangbusters. Vivvie felt giddy, and as she looked around her, she realised a lot of other people did too. Maybe it really was the weather?

Glenn and Paul made their entrances to perform the last match on the card, and the crowd backstage gathered around the monitors to watch. Neither of these two wrestlers were injured, and the story line had a serious rivalry going on, so the match promised to be top speed. And it was - the crowd was going nuts as Jeff and Vivvie slipped away. The time was now, and the game was about to be on.

Adam watched them move away, and then headed for Rob.

"Hey man, Jeff and Vivvie asked me to talk to you, help out, maybe make things a bit bigger. What can I do?"

Rob took the bait, and went over the plan with Adam in detail. Adam promised to take charge of a critical job, and Rob went off to get his part moving. Had he seen Adam's wicked grin, he might have been worried. Adam sped off to expand the plot.

Chapter 8 - Ever get the feeling you've been had?

Glenn left the ring first, allowing Paul his time in the spotlight as the winner of the match. He had to congratulate the man later, they had put on a great match, but he had heard whispers about something that was going to go on backstage after the show, and wanted to be there when it happened. He tore off the leather mask when he was safely away from the crowd, and grabbed a waiting damp towel to wipe off the makeup around his eyes. The mask tended to absorb perspiration, but once it was off, the sweat trickling through the makeup into his eyes made them smart fiercely. He wiped around his eyes, and then used a clean part of the towel to wipe off the rest of his face. He looked up as he heard a hiss from the corridor.

"Glenn!" the voice whispered urgently.

He turned and saw Rob Van Dam beckoning to him. "C'm here, we want the place cleared before Paul gets back here."

Glenn figured this had something to do with the whispers he had heard earlier, and was happy to oblige. As he looked around, he realised there were more than a few people lurking in the darkness where they could observe Paul's reactions. Which were likely to be interesting.

After a match of that calibre, most of the people backstage were likely to be hanging around to congratulate the wrestlers as they came off, especially the "winner". But right now, the place was empty. Paul stepped through the curtains at the gorilla position and headed for the stairs leading down backstage. And was a little surprised to find it deserted. He looked around in puzzlement.

Suddenly Shannon Moore darted into view, with Randy Orton following wearing a look of puzzlement.

"Are you sure, Shannon?" Randy asked as he ran after the younger man, shooting a surprised look at Paul.

"Swear to God man, they are actually doin' it!" Shannon replied, "Come on, don't you want to see it? I swear, it is SO hot!!"

Randy looked at Paul and shrugged, and then took off after Shannon. It didn't take Paul long to decide to follow them, and Rob laughed softly as he left.

Glenn looked down at him quizically.

"Oh man, come on, this is going to be classic!" Rob said, heading off backstage.

Glenn shook his head and followed, wondering who was doing what to whom. He guessed he was about to find out. As they rounded the corner, he found himself joining a small group of people looking out through a curtain onto an area of the backstage that hadn't been being used tonight, but which was surprisingly well-lit.

"And?" Rob asked sotto voce.

"Well, I told the ones most likely to spread the word, gave them a peek and as planned, they charged off to find everyone else," Adam whispered. "They should be arriving soon - so let the wild rumpus start!" he chuckled quietly and flashed a torch through the curtain onto a nearby window.

Glenn was puzzled, until Adam grabbed his chin and turned his head a little to the right. Jeff Hardy was standing with his back to them, with a very shapely pair of legs wrapped just high enough round his waist to show that his loose pants were riding very low on his hips. But neither figure was moving, until Jeff caught the flash of light to his left.

Then he bent down over the woman, who was lying back over the stack of crates. Glenn presumed it was a woman, but this looked like a pretty wild stunt, so he wasn't laying any bets. Arms came up to circle Jeff's neck as he began thrusting his hips forward.

"Jesus Christ!" Glenn gasped.

Rob snickered beside him. Glenn turned to glare at him.

"You could have warned me, man! I might have given the whole game away! So what happens next?"

Rob would only grin and shake his head. "Wait and see."

Glenn looked back out through the curtain, watching with amazement and a certain level of arousal as Jeff apparently fucked the woman senseless. It was a good act though, with her moans sounding pretty realistic, and Jeff muttering some pretty coarse stuff as well. "Fuck me baby" was about the mildest thing Glenn heard.

This was more than a bit disturbing, he thought, feeling a bit heated. Everyone else was laughing softly, as they were obviously in on the joke, but while he knew this was a setup, it was still pretty hot. He looked up at the ceiling and tried to think unsexy thoughts before anyone noticed the wood he was starting to sport in his tights.

"Here they come!" Adam whispered with a laugh in his voice.

Glenn could hear the none too subtle approach of the others who were being set up for this, and wondered what would happen. At last, thankfully, his curiousity was starting to overcome his arousal. Fucking tights wouldn't hide anything, so he was only too happy to bid farewell to his burgeoning erection.*

* Couldn't help myself here - all those references to Kane going around "half-cocked" sparked this bit!

Chapter 9 - The things you see when you haven't got a camera

Vivvie grinned up at Jeff as he used the coarsest language she had ever heard from him.

"Jeez Jeffy, watch pornos much? I think I recognised that from "Biker Sluts 4"!"

Jeff grinned back at her, then leaned down to nip at her lip. "Shut up you, I'm supposed to be doing you here!"

She threw her head back and moaned his name loudly.

He chuckled, "That's better. Now, mind if I tie you in knots, sweeting?"

She looked a little puzzled, until his right hand ran down her thigh and under her knee. Suddenly he pushed up, placing her calf onto his shoulder, leaning closer into her. She tried very hard not to bray laughter.

"I saw that in "Biker Sluts 8", which is also where I stole the dialogue. Care to up the ante?"

Vivvie jerked her leg on his shoulder, and cried out "Oh Christ, I can feel you so deep. Harder, baby, harder."

"Any harder and I'm going to bruise my hips on these damn crates," he laughed softly, but he did start making shorter, more violent movements with his hips."

"Honey, I'm no gymnast. You wanted my legs high around your waist to show off your butt - ergo, the crates had to be this height. Stop whining and . . . " her voice became louder, "Do me - oh God, do me!"

Jeff was shaking with suppressed laughter now, and he hissed down at her, "Stop that, or I'm going to . . ."

The sound of running feet caught their attention, and they both grinned. The "audience" had arrived. Time to turn up the heat a notch, and give Paul the late night performance he had teased Vivvie about. She began moaning loudly, and Jeff cried hoarsely, "Oh yeah baby, I know you love that."

He lifted her left leg to his shoulder now and leaned forward, his hips thrusting savagely, the crates shaking under them. Vivvie screamed his name this time, and then winked up at him. "Want me to bring you home Jeffy?"

"Give it a little longer sweeting, we want to give the man his money's worth here. You could do a little back scratching though, I have an itch on my right shoulderblade I can't quite reach."

"You idiot! If I could get my hands around my legs to reach your back, do you think I'd be working here? I'd be making a fortune as the "Amazing Lola" in the next "Biker Sluts" movie! Let me try something else though." Vivvie threw her hands back over her head and pressed hard against the wall, lifting her pelvis higher. "Do you think he'll notice that there is now at least 8 inches between the level of your hips and mine?"

Jeff leaned forward with a laugh that he turned into a grunt. "Wouldn't matter, baby, we both know I'm hung like a horse!"

"Shit, stop talking about Glenn like that, or I'll have an orgasm for real," she giggled, hoping it looked like the tremors of her approaching "orgasm".

"That's it, we goin' home now, I can't keep this up if you keep making me laugh!"

"Okay, help me get my legs down so I can grab you round the waist - then you can collapse forward on me for Act 2," Vivvie started moaning and thrashing under him, setting the crates to rattling more.

Jeff slid his hands up her thighs to her ankles, then suddenly spread them wide above his head. He winked down at her, "Go for it now Vivvie, make it look good," as his hips thrust harder again.

"Oh God, Jeff, I'm coming! Don't stop, don't stop . . ." Vivvie trailed off into a long low moan, punctuated by grunts and sighs.

"That's it baby, take me, take all of me, oh you are so sweet, baby, here I come," Jeff moaned, resisting the urge to laugh as Vivvie looked up at him and crossed her eyes. He roared suddenly, thrust a few more times rather unevenly, and then collapsed over her.

Chapter 10 - Ever get the feeling you've been had?

There was silence, punctuated only by the sounds of heavy breathing from the couple on the crates. Oh, and some heavy breathing from some of the "audience" who were, by and large, amazed at what they had just seen. There were plenty of flushed, perspiring faces too.

Adam and the others had helped set the prank up so that they could see the "audience" from their hiding place, and there was plenty of stifled laughter there. Now it was time to start Act 2.

Rob watched Jeff and Vivvie, making sure that they were ready for it, then coughed loudly.

The open-mouthed watchers looked guiltily at one another, so mesmerised that they didn't realise the sound had not come from where they were standing. The effect on the couple on the crates was electric though. Act 2 began.

Jeff looked over his shoulder, playing to the idea that the cough had come from the watchers. To Jeff's amazement, he wasn't just facing Paul, he was facing half the damn roster. He suspected someone - probably Adam - had overheard and spread the word. Copeland was so dead later. But for now, on with the show.

He grabbed at his pants and pulled them up as he turned to face them, shielding the woman behind them from view. As he did, Vivvie pushed her tight T-shirt up over her breasts and made sure her skirt was still bunched around her hips.

"Christ! Do you guys mind?" Jeff yelled, hoping Vivvie would understand that it was more than just Paul in the audience. He advanced on them with an angry expression, apparently forgetting the woman behind him.

At the gasp that rose from the watchers, he spun around as if he had remembered her again, but grimaced, then grinned at her, knowing they had seen her, and she probably had seen them. She gave a tiny shrug, as if to say "oh well". So they continued. He put his hands on Vivvie's hips and lifted her down to the floor, slowly smoothing her skirt down in place, a move he could guarantee they all watched avidly.

Meanwhile, Vivvie stood, open-mouthed with shock she didn't entirely have to feign, her hands crossed over her breasts, in full view of the wrestlers. Jeff straightened and put an arm around her waist, looking down at her breasts and whispered something in her ear. She looked at him, then down at her breasts, and then gasped. She grasped her T-shirt and eased it down slowly over her breasts, which were still shielded by her crossed arms. She turned away from the watching crowd, giving them a bare glimpse of the sideswell of her breast as she tugged the T-shirt into place.

Jeff leaned down and whispered in her ear. To the watchers, his attitude was loving and gentling, as if he were telling her there was nothing to be ashamed of, that he would take care of things. Actually, what he was saying was, "Okay Vivvie, hit 'em with the punchline sweeting."

Vivvie straightened her shoulders and turned slowly, her arms still crossed over her chest. When she faced the assembled wrestlers, with Jeff's arm still around her, you could have heard a pin drop. Then she grinned and threw her arms wide, showing them the logo on her chest, meant especially for Paul - "Time to Play the Game".

Jeff grinned at them and then laughed, "Oh, have you guys just been had!"

Chapter 11 - It must be a full moon

That was the cue for Adam and the others to come out from behind the curtain. Laughter was ringing through the area, as the watchers realised just how they had been set up. Jeff and Vivvie mockingly took their bows, and then hugged one another, laughing.

Glenn was one of the last to leave the curtained area. He felt very warm, and wanted a chance to make sure that he wasn't giving anything away about how he had felt about the performance he had just witnessed. In the darkness, he pressed down hard on his crotch and thought some more very unsexy thoughts before joining the others.

Randy Orton was grinning at Jeff and Adam, calling them perverts. Adam couldn't resist reminding Randy that he could have ignored what Shannon was saying and not come to watch.

Paul was laughing so hard that tears ran down his face. Everytime he looked at Jeff and Vivvie, it set him off again. Finally, he got himself under control enough to speak to them.

"Okay, now I've seen the late show, please promise me there will be no more. I don't think my heart can take it. And you, young lady, are to take a very long, very cold shower before you sleep on my sofa tonight. You scare me, Vivvie!"

"Sorry Paul, but please remember - this was all your idea!"

The other wrestlers looked hard at Paul, who shook his head in negation. Vivvie giggled.

"You did too, Paul. You flat out told me that you thought we should do a late show - I believe your suggestion was 'a session of dry-humping in the hotel lobby'. We," she gestured to a grinning Jeff, "just took your idea and expanded it. Aren't you glad?" She gave him a wicked grin.

"Others," Jeff added, shooting a murderous glance at Adam, "took it even further."

Adam was saved from bodily harm, and Paul from further embarrassment, by Glenn, who slapped Paul on the shoulder.

"Hey man, didn't get a chance til now, but that was one hell of a match tonight. I was proud to work it with you," Glenn offered his hand.

That diverted everyone's attention, and Paul and Glenn finally got the congratulations they deserved for the match they had put on. The wrestlers began to break up, heading back to locker rooms and offices to collect their gear or to shower and change, all still laughing and joking. The prank Jeff and Vivvie had pulled had just capped off an evening of remarkable good will and fun, despite it going much further than intended, and moods were high.

Jeff hugged Vivvie close again as they walked the corridor.

"Damn girl, you got me feeling all nostalgic," he grinned down at her. "Sure you want to bunk in with Paul tonight?"

"I'm sure Jeff. Admit it, you don't really want to go back to what we had, do you?"

His face became serious, and he looked deep into her eyes. "No, Vivvie-anne, I don't. But I miss you, I don't see you enough. The fun we have when we are together doesn't make up for that."

She smiled, knowing exactly how he felt. "After tonight, you think anyone will want us to be together on a regular basis?"

He laughed, "You could be right about that! And I guess the up-side is that we have more time to plan our next stunt. I don't know about you, but revenge on Adam is high on my list of priorities. Still, it's going to take a lot to top tonight!"

He bumped her hip playfully, and kissed her forehead as he left to get his gear from the locker room and head back to the hotel.

Vivvie headed for the office where her briefcase and purse had been left, getting high fives and broad grins from wrestlers as she passed. As she passed an empty office, a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. She found herself backed up against the wall beside the now closed door by Shawn Michaels. He was smiling.

"Vivvie-girl, that was a rather amazing performance," he spoke softly, leaning close.

She stared up into his face, not quite knowing what to think. Her body knew what to think though, and this time she wasn't wearing her linen jacket to hide her suddenly rock hard nipples. His gaze dropped to them, and he raised his hand and gently rubbed the ball of this thumb across one. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her throat.

"You like that, Vivvie-girl?"

She didn't trust herself to speak, so she simply nodded. He stared deep into her eyes and nodded back. He dipped his head and nuzzled gently at her throat, and she moaned again, her knees feeling weak. Her hands came up to his shoulders to steady herself. God, she thought fuzzily, what is happening here?

He straightened and looked into her eyes again.

"Someday, Vivvie-girl, someday. And it will be incredible."

With that, he was gone. Vivvie leaned back against the wall, stunned. When she had recovered her wits, she reviewed the day's events - a public sex show, some wickedly lewd thoughts and the Heartbreak Kid giving her a fairly serious come-on. She decided that either someone had laced her drinking water with LSD, or the whole damn world was going crazy. Or, as she looked down at the peaks of her nipples, so clearly visible under her T-shirt, maybe she was just psychotically horny and Paul was right - she needed a seriously cold shower.

Vivvie pushed herself off the wall and headed off to gather her things. She needed to find Paul and grab a lift to the hotel.

Chapter 12 - Scenes from a hotel

It took everyone a while to get back to the hotel. The hurricane was certainly strengthening, and the latest reports had it heading slowly for the coast. Vivvie and Jim spoke to the manager of the hotel on arrival, to find out what emergency procedures were in place, and were reassured by the information he gave them. This was circulated to all the WWE personnel, and assembly points were chosen if the worst happened.

The hotel was unlikely to be damaged, its construction being rated hurricane safe, and the windows were thick enough to withstand even fairly major object impacts. Still, everyone was warned to stay clear of the windows where possible. There was also an emergency warning, which would be used only under the most extreme danger. When it sounded, everyone needed to get themselves into their bathrooms and wait til the all clear was sounded. Vivvie and Jim exchanged looks - and hoped that it wouldn't come to that.

They set a meeting for the following morning at 11.00am, and booked one of the hotel's conference rooms to hold it. At that point, they could decide how to proceed.

The sobering emergency information dampened moods a little, but Adam lightened the mood by grabbing Trish, humping his hips against hers and imitating Vivvie's performance earlier, crying out "Do me baby, do me!" That cracked everyone up, except Jim, who fortunately hadn't been around to witness the "performance art" backstage. But even he smiled at how everyone relaxed, knowing that they would sleep better for it. He bid Vivvie a good night, and headed for his room.

Glenn

Vivvie waited while Paul collected his key card, and then followed him to the elevator. Jeff and Glenn were waiting too, and Jeff leered comically at her, which made Glenn laugh, and Paul shake his head.

"Haven't you two had enough for one night?" he sighed.

"Oh no way, Paulie," Jeff laughed, grabbing Vivvie around the waist. "Vivvie is one hot mama!"

They boarded the elevator, laughing at Vivvie's blush. Jeff got off first, blowing kisses at Vivvie, and then she and Paul exited, wishing Glenn a good evening. As the elevator door closed, Glenn closed his eyes, and a quote from Shakespeare popped into his head unbidden - "Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies".*

His groin was aching again. He tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans to cover it. Damn, what the hell was happening here? He liked Vivvie, she was a nice woman, but she'd never had this effect on him before.

Of course, he thought as the elevator stopped and he got out, pulling his case behind him, he had never seen her pretending to fuck anyone before. He groaned suddenly, as his erection hardened and made it painful to walk. Fortunately he was almost at his room.

Throwing open the door, he dragged his case in and closed the door behind him with a bang. He put on the security chain and immediately tore open the fly of his jeans and sighed with relief. Okay, now he had at least relieved the pressure on the railspike he was sporting. Didn't solve the problem that he was sporting it at all.

Glenn walked gingerly to the bed, pulling his case with him. He pushed his jeans down past his hips and sat down, then leaned over to unlace his shoes and slip them off. Once he had done that, he pulled off his jeans and shorts, threw off his shirt and lay back on the bed with a groan.

The cool air in the room felt good on his aching cock, and he stared up at the ceiling and thought once again about Vivvie. Damn, but she had been hot. He knew she and Jeff had been involved, and he wondered if that was what it had been like for the two of them. Hot, steamy fucking - anywhere, anytime. She didn't look like the type, but hell, she'd set up that whole porno show tonight. "One hot mama", Jeff had called her.

He wondered what it would be like to have Vivvie's legs wrapped around his waist, or up on his shoulders as he worked his cock into her tight pussy. How would she like riding his cock, as he penetrated her as deep as he could go? His cock was big, he knew he could make her hot for him, screaming and moaning like she had with Jeff.

He closed his eyes and saw her again, the firm fullness of her breasts as she pulled that tight little T-shirt down. No bra - how he loved that. He loved to take off a woman's top and have her beautiful breasts right there waiting for his hungry mouth. Male infantile bias, that was his deal - he couldn't get enough of tits. How sensitive were her nipples? Did she like having them sucked, or even nibbled? He wanted to bury his face in them and never come out.

Suddenly he groaned and was astonished when he came, spurting hot semen onto his belly in jerks. He hadn't even touched himself, and here he was, covered in come like a horny teenager after a wet dream. He shook his head in amazement. He pushed himself up off the bed and headed in to take a shower, dimly aware that his cock was still hard.

In the shower, he jerked off again and again, still unable to get Vivvie out of his mind. When he finally was spent, and he crawled into bed, his last waking thought was that, one day, he was going to have a crack at Miss Vivvie-anne Taylor - if it was the last thing he did.

* From Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra - Enobarbus, of Cleopatra - he says most women overindulge and fully satisfy their men, whereas Cleopatra always leaves her men wanting more.

Shawn

Shawn arrived at the hotel with everyone else, but faded into the background, his thoughts elsewhere. It had been a rather amazing evening, and he wanted a chance to review it.

The crowd was starting to break up when he decided to get his key card, but not before noticing that Vivvie was heading for the elevator with Paul, to join Jeff and Glenn. Was this a four way scene in the making, he wondered? But no, he didn't think so. Little Miss Vivvie was more of a one on one kind of girl, and it really was a crying shame she was heading up to share a room with Paul. From Paul's expression, he wasn't even thinking about making the most of the opportunity before him.

Mmmm, before him - Vivvie, naked and willing. He halted those thoughts right there. He'd work off some of this . . . tension . . . first.

Shawn dumped his case in his room without ceremony, and then returned to the bar in the lobby. The place was packed, which was unusual, but that was all to the good, he thought, as he surveyed the crowd. He knew just what he was looking for. He sipped his beer and assessed the possibilities.

Finally, he saw her. She didn't look all that much like Vivvie, but she did have the same dark, wavy hair and the same curvy build. With the lights down low, it would be close enough. He grabbed his beer and walked over to her table, putting his very best "bad boy" strut into his walk, and giving her a slow, sexy smile.

The result was fairly predictable - she was panting for him within minutes. He explained quietly that he had a room-mate, and wondered if maybe they could go up to her room to talk. He ran his fingers lightly up her forearm as he said it, and noted with almost clinical detachment the sharp intake of breath, the faint blush in her cheeks and her hardening nipples. He gave her that sexy smile again, looking deep into her eyes, and that was all it took.

She had no clue who he was, which was even better. He was just some hot guy who'd come on to her like gangbusters in a hotel bar. When they entered the elevator alone, as the door closed, he leaned down to kiss her thoroughly. As she clung to him and moaned against his lips, he knew they understood one another. This was not about talking, it was about fucking. She wasn't likely to turn on him like a wildcat when he put the moves on her, not when she was pressing her body close to his and mewling with desire.

They pawed at each other like horny teenagers as they made their way down the hall to her room. Once inside the door, he made sure that the lights were low before pushing her up against the wall and bending to kiss her savagely, plundering her mouth. She responded by hooking one leg up around his hip and thrusting against him. Good.

He broke away slowly, feigning regret, and said quietly, "Whoa, baby, any more like that and I'm gonna shoot in my jeans like a kid. Let's get more comfortable, whaddya say?" He ran one hand up from her thigh to cup a breast, while the other moved to his belt.

She looked down at his hands, one caressing her, the other beginning to undress, and her nipples tightened even further. This guy was so hot. She looked up at him and winked, starting to unbutton her own blouse.

He walked backwards towards the bed, bringing her with him with light kisses, and they undressed as they went. Finally, they were stretched out together, naked. His hands explored her body as they kissed, stroking her breasts and then slipping inside her to tease her clit. There wasn't much finesse in his approach, but she didn't seem to mind. Her body arched and twisted, allowing him free access, and her own hands were busy on his cock and ass.

As their arousal approached fever pitch, he growled softly into her ear, "Baby, turn over. Let me fuck you real deep."

Moaning and panting, the woman turned and raised up on her knees, presenting her curvaceous ass to him. Shawn groaned lustfully as he surveyed her in this position. Now that he couldn't see her face at all, the fantasy that she might be Vivvie was stronger.

He reached over to the nightstand for the condoms he'd placed there as they undressed, and as he rolled one on, he ran his hands over the smooth skin of her ass and hips, murmuring, "Oh baby, you are so beautiful, so ripe. I am going to fuck you so good. You want that, don't you?"

He slid his hand between her thighs to rub her clit and she arched her back and cried out, "God, fuck me!"

He didn't need much more of an invitation, rubbing his cock against her wetness and then plunging deep into her. They both cried out in pleasure as they joined, and he started to thrust.

Shawn had thought to take his time, prolong the fantasy of fucking Vivvie, but he was too aroused for that. He held the woman's hips steady with one hand as he pumped hard inside her, and reached around with the other to rub her clit. As her moans and cries increased, he slowed a little, gritting his teeth. He wanted her to come first, needed it, so that he could concentrate on his own pleasure. Her body started to shudder under his, her legs shaking, as she thrust against his hand and cock.

She began to grunt as she worked her body against his, and he followed her lead, giving her what she needed. Suddenly she screamed, "Oh God!" and her body began to spasm. He eased off on her clit and started to thrust into her again. Her contracting pussy around his cock was incredible, and as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm, he rammed harder and harder into her. It felt so damn good, so good, so hot.

He cried out as his own orgasm hit, continuing to jerk into her spasmodically as he lost himself in the sensation. Slowly regaining control, he continued to thrust slowly as the last tremors shuddered through him, making the woman moan softly as his cock caressed her sensitive pussy. Finally, he stopped moving, running his hands gently across her ass, his cock still inside her as their breathing began to return to normal. She slid forward bonelessly onto the bed, freeing him from her body, and he moved backwards off the end of the bed to stand and look down at her.

Without turning over, she moaned softly and whispered, "Oh God, that was so good."

"Yes baby, it was. Very good. Why don't you just rest now?" Shawn hoped she'd simply fall asleep, so that he could dress and leave without complications or discussion.

But she was way ahead of him. "Make sure you shut the door on your way out. Thanks for the fuck."

Shawn's eyebrows raised - that was certainly an enlightened attitude to what had just happened. It was refreshing. He sat on the edge of the bed beside her to finish dressing, and then ran his hand over her ass. She sighed into her pillow.

"No baby, thank you. You were hot," he said softly, as he left the room.

Once back in his own room, Shawn wasted no time in hitting the shower to clean up. The woman - he didn't know her name, nor she his - had been a useful substitute for what he really wanted. But fucking her had soothed his nerves, taken the edge off his hunger, and now he could spend some quality time with himself - and his thoughts of Vivvie.

As he lay back in the bed, once again fully aroused, his mind savoured the memories of Vivvie from the evening, and then wandered into thoughts of what he wanted to do with her. Long, slow sessions of teasing and tasting and exploring, spankings, fucking in every conceivable position and place, hearing her moan for him, hearing her beg for more.

Hours later, he cleaned up his ejaculate with a towel he'd grabbed from the bathroom earlier and then tossed it aside. He fell asleep with a satisfied smile.

Chapter 13 - A bedtime story

Paul opened the door to his hotel room, and stood aside to let Vivvie enter. He watched with concern as she swayed tiredly while walking over to lay down her briefcase on an armchair.

"Poor Vivvie, you look like you're worn out. Want to lie down and rest while I grab a quick shower?"

"Mmmm, tempting," she sighed. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes. "But I really need to get out of these clothes and get them to the laundry. Can I borrow a bathrobe while you shower?"

"Sure, let me get it for you. But promise me you'll lie down after you've done that - you're beat."

She nodded, and as the bathroom door closed, she picked up the phone to call Housekeeping. They couldn't guarantee to have her clothes back until midday, perhaps later, and Vivvie was glad she'd picked up the shorts and T-shirt from Danny. Looked like she might be wearing them tomorrow. She took off her clothes, putting them into the laundry bag, and slipped naked into the bathrobe. She giggled - since she also had to have her underwear laundered, she guessed tomorrow she'd be going commando!

Once Housekeeping picked up her laundry, she stretched out on the bed and flicked the TV on. As expected, the hot topic was the hurricane, and she found herself mesmerised by the reports. She didn't even hear the bathroom door open, and looked up in surprise when Paul's hand touched her shoulder.

Fresh from his shower, Paul's golden skin looked soft and satiny. His hair was brushed back, its natural wave evident. He wore a pair of workout shorts which rode low on his hips. Vivvie had to admit, he was looking good.

"How's it going?" he said, jerking his head at the TV.

"Not good - the forecasters are starting to sound a little panicky."

Paul looked around the room, and then back down at Vivvie. "Well, then you are definitely not sleeping on that sofa - too close to the windows. We'll share the bed, it's plenty big enough."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Vivvie said slowly, noticing the sofa's proximity to the window for herself. "But can I ask another favour?"

"Jeez, woman, you are going to owe me big time with all these favours," Paul mock-growled.

Vivvie laughed. "I arrived with nothing but my briefcase, but I did manage to pick up some shorts and a shirt from Merchandising when I realised I'd be staying overnight. But I'm going to need to wear them tomorrow, because my clothes won't be back from the laundry. Can I borrow a T-shirt of yours to sleep in?"

Paul turned to his open case and pulled out a T-shirt, which he placed on the bench in the bathroom. "M'lady's nightwear is laid out. Would she like to take a shower? Perhaps I should arrange a lifeguard to ensure she does not fall asleep while showering and drown?"

"Paul, earlier tonight you ordered me to take a long, cold shower. I think that will keep me awake." She went into the bathroom, and Paul turned back the covers on the bed and slid between the sheets.

Vivvie used the hotel soap in the shower, and then borrowed Paul's toothbrush to quickly brush her teeth. She took her hair down from its combs and ran her fingers through it. Finally, drooping with tiredness, she slipped into Paul's T-shirt and snapped off the bathroom light.

Paul was dozing in the bed as she slipped in beside him.

"Everything ok, Vivvie?" he asked sleepily as he used the remote to turn off the TV.

"Yep," came the drowsy response, as Vivvie nestled her head into the pillow beside him. "'night Paul."

"G'night Vivvie," he replied as he turned off the lights.

Chapter 14 - Things that go bump in the night

The wind howled around the building as the hurricane approached. But the thump of something large and solid shook the windows, and Paul and Vivvie came awake with a start, Vivvie with a little cry.

Paul reached out to reassure her, and encountered warm bare flesh. His outsized T shirt had ridden up around her waist, and she was bare-assed under it. Suddenly he was wide awake. Her skin was so soft, he wasn't even aware he was caressing it.

"Paul?" Vivvie's voice was sleepy and confused.

"Shh, Vivvie. Shh," he said softly, continuing to stroke her satiny skin as he moved closer to her. She felt damn good. His hand moved further up her body, pushing the T-shirt up. His fingers came to rest on the underside of her breast, that lovely little crease and she gasped as he stroked it.

Vivvie, too, was now awake. Awake - and aroused. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against Paul's gently teasing fingers. What the hell? she wondered, dazed by the feelings. But then Paul's head came down to lick at her nipple and rational thought left her. She moaned, and her hands came up to tangle in his hair.

Paul laved her hardening nipple, listening to her moan. And her hands in his hair, so sexy. He loved it when women played with his hair.

"Take the shirt off, beautiful Vivvie," he whispered, "I want to see you." His hand reached for the light switch, and then he reached down to push off his shorts.

Vivvie sat up and pulled his T-shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. She lay back on the bed, looking up at him with lustful eyes. Naked, she was awe-inspiring. Full breasts, curves, softness - he bent down to continue licking her nipples.

His hand now travelled down her body, outlining the cup of her navel briefly and then continuing lower. Her thighs parted even before he reached them, and her hips thrust up at him. His mouth left her nipple and he moved up to kiss her as his fingers slid into her warm, wet folds.

Vivvie almost went insane when he touched her, crying out against his soft lips. "Oh God, Paul . . . Paul," she panted. "Please, please . . ."

Paul found himself moving to cover her, settling between her thighs. He knew she was ready, he was ready, but what the hell? This was just so not him. She nudged her hips up against his cock and he was lost. He shifted position and then slid into her.

Vivvie immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in closer. "Harder, please - deeper."

That was all it took. He began to thrust into her, so slippery and wet. She kissed him with real passion, diving her tongue deep into his mouth, her hands sliding over his chest and under his huge arms as he propped himself over her. Her hips were driving up to meet his every thrust, and he felt her nails digging into his back as she clung to him, gasping and moaning his name over and over.

"Christ, Vivvie, oh you are so hot, fuck, Vivvie!" he gasped, knowing that this was going to be short. He was so excited, but he didn't want to leave her high and dry if he came too soon.

"Paul, more, please, I'm almost there, oh Paul," Vivvie's voice trailed off into a low keening as he thrust wildly into her. Her nails dug hard into his back as she started to gasp and shake.

Paul felt her inner walls clench as her orgasm hit, and it was enough to finish him. They cried out their passion together, shaking and trembling in one another's arms. He lowered his head to kiss her, softly, gently, and she responded in kind, stroking the skin of his shoulders with feathery caresses.

Gradually, they drifted apart, and, murmuring softly to one another, fell asleep again.

Chapter 15 - Which way to the rodeo, pardner?

Still the hurricane moved closer, and the wind lashed the building. The next major impact, perhaps an hour later, was even heavier than the first, and Vivvie jumped, startled, and grabbed Paul in a panic.

"Damn, this is some scary shit, Paul," she said breathlessly.

He nodded, and stroked her hair to try and calm her. She turned her head to nuzzle her cheek into his palm, and he was suddenly very aware of her naked body close to his. Her soft, warm naked body. Her full breasts, her soft thighs - oh God, he was getting hard again.

Vivvie was over her fright, but Paul's body was just so damn seductive. All that beautiful skin, pale golden, the feel of his hard muscles under the softness of it. She pressed closer to him, and felt his hard cock against her hip. She tipped her head up to look at him, the bedside light still casting a soft light over them, left on when they fell asleep earlier. She smiled as her hand trailed slowly down his chest and belly to firmly squeeze his cock.

"Mmmm, this is nice Paul. Mind if I taste it?" She didn't wait for an answer, but pushed the sheet back and lowered her head to his cock.

"Oh Vivvie," he moaned softly as she licked the tip of his cock slowly, and then puffed a breath gently over the engorged and moistened head.

Her hand still circled him, moving slowly up and down, and she looked up and smiled at him. "More?"

His reply was to gently put his hand on her shoulder and urge her down. She smiled as she bent back to his cock, taking the head fully into her mouth this time and tongueing it softly. He groaned, resisting the urge to thrust up. He reached out a hand and ran it over her shoulder. Still working his cock with her mouth, Vivvie shifted position to bring her lower body closer to his hand. He got the message.

He stroked her ass and thigh, and she moved even closer, spreading her knees to give him access to her centre. Her lips and tongue continued to work on his engorged cock, and when his fingers slipped inside her, he felt her gasp against his cock. He slid his fingers in and out slowly, using his thumb on her engorged clit.

Abruptly she raised her head, gasping. He left his hand exactly where it was, still stimulating her.

"Paul, I want to fuck you," she said hoarsely.

"Be my guest," he smiled, sliding his fingers slowly from her body and moving his hand to hold his cock upright for her.

Vivvie straddled his hips, resting her hands on his broad chest as she positioned herself. She raised her hips high and rubbed herself slowly over the tip of his cock, making him moan. She grinned down at him before lowering herself onto him, gasping as his cock penetrated deeply.

"Ooohhh, I like this," she whispered, settling down as far as she could. "Your big cock, filling me right up."

Paul looked at her in lustful amazement. This was Vivvie, saying these hot things? Riding his cock, with those beautiful breasts bouncing above him? There was an air of unreality about this whole thing. But then she added a grind of her hips to the rocking movement she was using, and he forgot everything but the feel of her around him, which was most definitely a white-hot, erotic reality.

Vivvie pushed back from his chest, raising her hands to push back her hair, which displayed her full breasts at their best. Slowly, she ran her hands down her body. Paul couldn't take his eyes from her as he reached up to hold her hips and steady her as she rode him, so slowly and enticingly. One hand caressed her breasts, stroking their firm roundness, tweaking the nipples in turn, rolling them between her fingers.

He watched as the other hand dipped lower, touching their bodies where they joined. She rubbed on her clit and against the root of his cock as she ground against him. He had seldom seen anything so hot. Her fingers moved over the slick flesh, causing her to moan and move her hips more quickly. He couldn't watch any longer. He gently took her wrists and placed them back on his chest, then moved his hands to replace hers on her body.

Vivvie moaned as Paul's fingers teased at her nipples and rubbed against her clit. Leaning against his chest, she moved forward on her knees, giving her more control over her movement on his cock. But it wasn't enough, so she moved into a crouch, allowing her to raise higher and make deeper thrusts against him. They both groaned as she picked up the rhythm.

He felt his own excitement mount and rubbed harder on her clit, causing her to cry out, "Paul, oh god, Paul, sooooo good," as she rode him. Her thrusts were becoming unsteady, as her legs trembled and her breath came faster. Suddenly she threw her head back and screamed his name, slumping down as her orgasm flooded through her.

Paul grabbed her hips and thrust savagely up into her pulsing body, finally coming in a roar of his own. He felt her body relaxing, and drew his knees up behind her back as she lay back, panting. His cock was still twitching inside her.

They lay that way for long moments, sweat gleaming on their skin, eyes closed. Finally he reached up and took her hands, which were lying limply against his belly. Gently, he pulled her forward to lie against his chest. He buried his face in her hair, his arms moving to hold her close. He rolled on to his side, carrying her with him. He kissed her forehead gently, she mumbled something incoherent and kissed his cheek, and they drifted back to sleep.

Chapter 16 - Any port in a storm

Weather forecasters were no longer sounding panicky, it had gone well beyond that. This hurricane was a bad blow, and it was coming ever closer. The manager of the hotel hadn't done much tonight but obsessively check the weather channel, and the latest reports decided him. He'd rather his guests be uncomfortable than harmed, and gave the instruction to sound the emergency warning throughout the hotel.

Vivvie had snuggled next to Paul to stay warm on falling asleep, as they hadn't pulled the covers back up. Paul was on his back, the cool temperature apparently not bothering him as much. Their chests rose and fell slowly as they slept. And then the emergency warning sound filled the room, waking them both with a shock.

"What the hell . . ." Paul began, and Vivvie interrupted.

"It's the emergency warning, the hurricane is getting close. We need to get into the bathroom!" She jumped off the bed and then stopped dead in her tracks. She suddenly turned and grabbed the pillows from the bed.

"Vivvie?" Paul looked puzzled.

"Paul, the only place for us to sit or lie down in the bathroom is on the floor, and it's going to be hard."

He looked thoughtful, and then grabbed the bedclothes in one sweep of his powerful arms and followed her in to the bathroom.

They closed the door behind them, and Vivvie felt more relaxed. The bathroom had no exterior walls, so was the safest place if things got bad. But it wasn't going to be all that luxurious. They stood side by side, thinking, as they surveyed the room.

"Perhaps if we fold the bedclothes in half? That would give us something to lie on, and something for warmth?" Vivvie mused.

"Sounds good," Paul said, and they untangled the bedclothes and spread them untidily on the floor. Vivvie tossed the pillows down.

"I guess we're set," she said, "although I doubt we'll be comfortable." She knelt, wincing at feel of the hard floor under her knees.

Paul dropped easily down beside her, and then stretched out with his head on a pillow. She lay down beside him, and once again the shock of flesh on flesh startled them. Vivvie's nipples tightened instantly into hard little peaks, and she swallowed a moan. Turning to look at him, she saw her own confusion mirrored in his eyes, slowly being replaced by banked lust.

"What the hell is this, Vivvie? I haven't been able to go three times in one night since I was a teenager," his voice was deep and rough.

She turned her head to look down at his cock, once more hugely erect. And then, she laughed - a low, throaty sound, full of promise. "You haven't gone three times in one night, Paul - not yet, anyway," she purred, nuzzling his throat.

"Night's not over yet either, Vivvie," he responded, turning to face her and capturing her lips in an open-mouthed kiss.

Their hands and lips roamed over one another, touching and teasing, until he finally pushed her onto her back and lifted her knees over his shoulders. He looked deep into her eyes, his gaze smouldering, and then lowered his head to her belly. He kissed and licked his way down, finally licking through her folds and hearing her cry out as his tongue flicked over her clit. He licked her slowly, dipping his tongue into her, teasing her, tasting her. To his delight, she responded wholeheartedly, her hips thrusting uncontrollably, her moans increasing.

Finally, he could feel her tensing as her release neared. He concentrated his tongue on her clit, rubbing it firmly until the spasms shook her whole body. She was gasping and sobbing with the power of it, and he gently lowered her legs to the floor and leaned down over her to kiss her softly.

At first, she was too spent to respond, but soon her arms came up to hold his head down for a long, passionate kiss.

"Like how you taste, Vivvie?" he whispered against her mouth. Her only response was to kiss him again, harder this time.

"Turn over Vivvie, it's my turn now," he growled, and watched as she shivered with delight.

She moved to one side and then rolled up onto her knees, presenting her ass to him. She looked back over her shoulder with a wicked grin and whispered, "Come get it then."

His cock hardened further as he saw her pink folds opening to him as she spread her knees wider, wiggling her ass at him. With a sound that was almost feral, he grabbed her hips and nudged his cock between her legs. He rubbed it slowly against her, all the way to the clit and back, making her moan in arousal. Finally, he leaned back a little and positioned himself at her entrance.

"Ready or not, Vivvie - here it comes," he snarled, thrusting hard into her.

Vivvie cried out as he plunged deeper inside her than he had before, and then withdrew almost his full length. She moaned in frustration, trying to push back against him, but he held her hips firm. Deliberately, he kept up his slow thrusts and withdrawals, loving the feel of her warm wetness on his cock.

He was delighted to hear Vivvie's panting moans, knowing that she was close to orgasm again. But still he moved slowly, carefully, wanting to prolong this exquisite sensation.

Vivvie was shaking now, making little cries deep in her throat as her excitement peaked. All she could do was cry his name, over and over, as finally the wave of her orgasm broke. He pushed deep inside her, loving the feel of her pulsing walls along his whole length. As her trembling subsided, he began to thrust again, in short, hard strokes. Her body, still resonating from her climax, provided the stimulation he craved now as he buried himself deep inside her again and again.

As he did, she began to thrust back against him, hard, giving him deeper penetration. She began to gasp again, her cries becoming louder and he spilled into her, shouting her name. The feel of his release sent Vivvie spiralling into yet another climax, and she screamed until she was hoarse.

Paul was astonished, shaken not only by his passion but hers. He pulled her back against his broad chest, stroking her hair as she sobbed in release. He held her close, rocking her gently as she came down from the experience. When she had quieted, he eased her to the floor with him, leaving her body with a profound sense of regret. He cuddled her close to him and pulled the bedclothes over them. Eventually, her breathing slowed and deepened and he knew she slept. It wasn't long afterwards that he joined her.

Chapter 17 - Can you smell what The Rock is cooking?

Sometime before dawn, the all clear had been sounded in the hotel, and Paul and Vivvie, like everyone else, wearily made their way back to their bed, dragged the covers over them in a haphazard fashion and fell back into an exhausted, but thoroughly sated, sleep almost instantly.

A little before 10.00am, Vivvie groaned and opened her eyes in the unfamiliar room. For a moment, she was puzzled, but then remembered that she had been forced to make a layover in Miami. Her body was sore, and her knees ached. What the hell, she wondered, and then a soft snore from beside her startled her.

She rolled over and found herself face to face with Paul Levesque, face down on the bed and drooling onto his pillow. Okay, now she remembered having to share the room - and the bed - because of the hurricane. Fair enough. She went to sit up, and discovered that she wasn't wearing anything. Not even Chanel No. 5. She was bucky-tailed naked in bed with one of the top talents in the company. Mother wouldn't like it, but she figured this was another one of those moments.

"Oh shit!"

"Vivvie?" Paul muttered fuzzily. "What's wrong?"

Vivvie was too busy to answer him - she was looking around to find something to wear.

Paul sat up beside her, and made to throw off the covers. She turned away quickly, just in case.

"What the hell? Where are my shorts?" Paul exclaimed. Sounded like her suspicions were correct. She was bucky-tailed naked in bed with one of the top talents in the company, who was also bucky-tailed naked.

"Oh shit."

"Vivvie, will you stop saying that!" Paul ranted, looking for his shorts. He found them kicked away from the bed, snagged them with his toes and pulled them up under the sheet.

"I dunno Paul, seems like an entirely appropriate sentiment for the moment when you discover your actions have landed your career potentially in the toilet."

"What?"

"Oh Christ, Paul, this is just so not good," Vivvie moaned, spying his T-shirt crumpled on the floor by the bed, and leaning over to grab it. At the last moment, she realised her bare ass was going to end up in his face, so she dragged the bedclothes closer around her as she completed the action. Holding the sheets up against her chest, she attempted to pull the T-shirt over her head.

"What?" he sounded even more puzzled, and more than a little pissed.

"Are you channelling Steve Austin, Paul? I'm in bed with you - with no damn clothes on! What on earth was I thinking? Shit, I'm going to get a reputation as someone who's shagged her way to the top, even if we didn't shag. Did we shag? I can't fucking remember. Not that it will matter, everyone will think we did. My credibility will be shot!" she moaned, still struggling to get the T-shirt over her head.

Finally, she managed to get her head out of the T-shirt, and looked at him, stricken. And then cocked her head sideways. He was . . . sniffing. Not "I'm coming down with a cold" sniffing, more like "What's that smell?" sniffing.

"I swear to God Paul, if you ask me if I can smell what the Rock is cooking, I will break your bloody nose! What's an assault charge when you might be booted out on your arse anyway?" Vivvie sounded very Australian right then - and also very pissed. It was a pretty lethal combination.

"Jeez, Vivvie, calm down! Um . . ." his voice trailed off, and she was astonished to see a faint blush on his cheeks.

She was tempted to give him a "What?" herself, but that blush . . . "Yes?" she drew the word out. She had a feeling she wasn't going to like the answer.

"Vivvie, this room smells like sex," he said.

What the hell? She sniffed too, and damned if he wasn't right. This room smelled like two people had been having wild, crazy, oily, monkey sex all night long. "Oh Christ!" she moaned, burying her face in her hands. There had been shagging all right. Her credibility was at breaking point - and her career was probably so over.

Chapter 18 - Love and other bruises

Vivvie's head jerked up at the sound of a brisk knock at the door. She looked startled, and clutched the bedclothes to her chest in fright.

Paul looked over at her, and shook his head. He grabbed his bathrobe from the chair and headed for the door. "Relax Vivvie, it's just breakfast."

"Huh? When did you arrange that?" Vivvie's memories of the previous night were still very fuzzy.

"Last night when I got my key card. I'd already put in a breakfast order, and I just asked them to make it for two and send it up at ten," Paul answered, opening the door to the room service waiter.

"Good morning, sir," a cheery voice announced, as the waiter wheeled in a room service trolley. "And good morning ma'am," he added, catching sight of Vivvie in the bed.

As he set up the trolley into a table for them, arranging the chairs, he remarked, "Hope you folks had a reasonable night last night."

Vivvie gave a strained smile, and Paul just looked down at the floor and cleared his throat.

"Uh-oh," the waiter said with a smile, "Sounds like it wasn't so good."

"Excuse me?" Vivvie sat up straight, boring into him with her eyes. Damned if she was going to take this kind of treatment from a waiter! How dare he make comment about what kind of night they had? Even if the place did smell like a cheap bordello after a very brisk night's trade.

"Oh sorry ma'am, didn't mean to offend. Just I've seen lots of people this morning who had hurricane fever last night," the waiter said, finally finishing with the room service table and heading to the windows to open the drapes.

"Hurricane fever?" Paul sounded sceptical.

"Oh sure, happens to a lot of folks when we get a bad blow. My grandma said the wind "angries up the blood". Don't know if that's exactly what happens, but seems like people's emotions get all out of whack. In good ways and bad ways. Plenty of black eyes and bloody noses around, as well as folks that look like the cat that got the cream. It's always like that the morning after the bad ones."

He spoke with such calm, matter of fact tones that neither Paul nor Vivvie had much trouble believing him. He looked around the room, nodded in satisfaction at the set up and left, saying he hoped they enjoyed their breakfast.

Paul and Vivvie looked at one another. Slowly, she slid out of the bed, tugging his T-shirt down carefully.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll just use the bathroom before breakfast," she tried for a normal tone.

"Sure," he responded, trying just as hard to sound casual. "I'll wait for you."

Suddenly Vivvie felt more relaxed - damned if she knew why, but she did. "Thanks. Pour me a coffee, will you? Cream, no sugar." She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door gently behind her.

Whatever calm she had felt a moment ago deserted her when she realised the bathroom held the same smell of raunchy doings as the main room. Good lord, what had they done? After she used the toilet, she washed her face and hands, and ran her hands through her hair, trying to neaten it. It wasn't just bed hair, it was that charming "freshly fucked" look.

And that wasn't all. Looking closely, she realised that she had something that looked a lot like beard-burn on her neck. Curious now, but with a sinking heart, she pulled the T-shirt up to her neck and looked at herself in the mirror. It wasn't too bad, she thought wildly - just a few red marks on her breasts that looked suspiciously like suck marks. Remembering the pain in her knees, she dropped the T-shirt and looked down. Well, lookie-here, a pair of knees developing bruises, or were they rug burns?

She leaned her head on the mirror and resisted the urge to bang it a few times. Just what else had she done, besides apparently shagging the Game all damn night?

Chapter 19 - Can you dig that, sucka?

Paul poured coffee for them both, and sat back in his chair, waiting for Vivvie to finish in the bathroom. He looked out the window at the rain and much reduced wind - it was a pretty grey day, but a vast improvement of the wild weather the day before.

When Vivvie returned, he excused himself to use the bathroom, leaving her picking up her coffee with a sigh and a thank you.

The smell was just as strong in here, he thought to himself. And from the way he was peeing, he'd been busy last night - although his nose had already confirmed that. What the fuck was he thinking? He didn't remember doing any drinking last night, so that wasn't the reason he had behaved so badly. And it must have been bad - Vivvie looked so scared. As he washed his face and hands, and rinsed his mouth with mouthwash, he realised he personally had that "cat that got the cream" look. He had obviously had a good time, but just what had he done to Vivvie?

When he returned, she was sitting with her elbows on the table, her face in her hands. Her shoulders were shaking.

"Vivvie?" he asked, worried.

"Skip the coffee, Paul. Believe me," she gasped, laughing almost hysterically.

"Why?"

"Because once my brain woke up, I remembered what an ass I made of myself yesterday and last night. Trust me, ignorance would be bliss!"

"Well, I want to know what happened!" he said savagely. "Jesus Vivvie, I'm worried I hurt you or forced you or something."

It took more than coffee for Paul's recollections to surface, but surface they did. They ate in silence, both rather subdued. Vivvie had a rueful look on her face. Once they finished breakfast, Paul poured them each another cup of coffee, and sat back, looking at her. She looked so woe-begone.

"Okay Vivvie, let's talk about this," he said, deciding the direct approach would be best. Brisk, no-nonsense.

"Which parts?" Vivvie responded glumly.

"How about we start with you and me? I can't speak for you, but I certainly feel like we had a good time last night. More than once," he gave her that crooked Triple H smirk, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, that's certainly my recollection of events," she admitted, blushing. "But, Paul . . ."

"But what? We are both consenting adults - hell Vivvie, you were so scared this morning, I was worried I'd done something stupid like forcing you. Now that worry is gone, I guess the question is - where do we go from here?"

"'We', Paul? There is no "we", not in any personal, emotional sense of the word. We are two people who I'd like to think have had a good working relationship. Nothing more. Last night was . . ."

"Wrong?"

"Well, more like an aberration. I mean, if we had been strangers struck down by this "hurricane fever", we would have woken up together, made awkward goodbyes and then parted ways - you know, a one-night stand. But we aren't strangers. We have to see one another in a professional capacity. It was fun, but . . ."

"Vivvie, have you heard the saying 'What happens on the road stays on the road?'" Paul asked.

"Of course," she replied.

"This happened on the road, and that's where it will stay. I promise never to mention it to you or anyone else. It will just be my pleasant memory - I hope it will be the same for you," he smiled.

She blushed again. "Agreed. But what about the other stuff? That ridiculous stunt with Jeff?" She didn't mention the thing with Shawn, not with Paul being such a close friend of his. Besides, that was probably just more of that damned "hurricane fever", and Shawn had hopefully forgotten all about it.

Paul laughed. "Well, that's another thing that'll stay on the road! Honey, you and Jeff were a couple - and there's more than a few people in the company who'd like to see you that way again. You were real good together. But maybe it will help if you think of it less as a porn show and more of a moral lesson."

Vivvie sipped her coffee. "Oh really? And how's that work?"

"Vivvie, we're all adults. Adults have sexual relationships. Jeff isn't the first wrestler to have carnal knowledge of a woman at an arena, even if it was faked - hell, I've done it myself a time or two. The reason that prank suckered so many guys in, including me, was that we were all thinking with our dicks. All panting like idiots to watch two people together. Two people doing something we've all done ourselves." He looked sober, as he thought his way through what he wanted to express to her.

"You know what I thought about that this morning? Last night, it was a big joke. This morning, I realised that it said some things about me I probably would rather not have to admit. It told me that I was the king of guy who, when I heard that a colleague of mine was enjoying some intimate time with a woman, even a ringrat, wanted to go and watch, for Chrissakes. And then I wondered how I would feel if it were me in that situation? Taking advantage of a break in my gruelling schedule to be with a woman I cared about, to make love to her. How would I feel if my colleagues accidentally spotted us, and couldn't wait to run off and gather everyone to come and see the show?"

Vivvie stared at him, amazed.

"I didn't like that idea very much. And I didn't like myself very much for what I did last night at the arena. Maybe it was this "hurricane fever", if such a thing exists, but regardless, it showed me that I wasn't behaving like a very nice guy. I'll bet that there's more than a few guys waking up this morning and thinking the same thing. And if they aren't - well, I'm more than happy to explain it to them from my perspective. Besides - 'what happens on the road stays on the road', remember? Anyone who breaks that rule - well, we deal with them in our own way," Paul explained.

Chapter 20 - Beauty and the Beast

Vivvie sat quietly, thinking about what he had said. It certainly didn't make her feel any better about the spectacle she had made of herself, but somehow Paul had reassured her that it wasn't likely to be discussed or sniggered about, and it would probably not make it back to Titan Towers. At least, she hoped it wouldn't, because that stupid performance really would likely mean the end of her career. She sighed, wishing very hard that she could get a "do over" on the last 24 hours.

Thinking about her career, she checked the time. They were due at the meeting at 11.00am. Time to start getting ready.

"Do you want first shower, Paul?" she asked, putting down her coffee cup.

"We could share," he leered at her. She threw her napkin at him.

"Just for that, I'm getting the first shower. And I plan to use your shampoo too," she retorted, sticking her tongue out at him and crossing her eyes.

"Okay," he said easily, "just make sure you leave some for me."

The bathroom sharing turned out not to be awkward at all. After all, Vivvie reasoned, it was just skin, and at least she wasn't as fixated on his as she had been last night. He shaved while she showered, bitching good naturedly about her steaming up the damn mirror. After her shower, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, stepping out as he pushed off his shorts and stepped in. She towelled off as he showered, laughing as he bellowed a mangled version of Nickelback's "I know who you are". She borrowed his hairbrush as she blow-dried her hair, and then left the bathroom to find her clothes as the water was shut off and a large hand snaked out for a towel.

She checked the in-door laundry delivery first, hoping her suit and underwear were back, but it was empty. She was certainly going to be elegant today, she thought with a smile as she took out the workout shorts and T-shirt she had "requisitioned" the day before. And she was going to have to watch how she sat, with no underwear. Good lord, how did she get into this situation, she thought, looking down at herself. Black WWE shorts, a Wrestlemania XX T-shirt and . . . no shoes.

She couldn't wear her pumps with this outfit, not unless she was going for the "two dollar hooker" look, and that was best left to the Divas. She giggled at that bitchy thought, knowing that the women weren't like that at all in real life. She suddenly thought of Stacey - they wore the same shoe size, as they had discovered one day while comparing footwear, as women often do. And Stacey loved her shoes, she would certainly have a spare pair of sneakers or something that Vivvie could borrow.

She called the switchboard and asked to be put through to Stacey, who was only to happy to lend her a pair of running shoes, and promised to drop them off on her way downstairs in a few minutes. Not that Vivvie was planning to do any running in this outfit. With her breasts and no bra, it would be a jigglefest of porno proportions.

True to her word, Stacey dropped off the shoes just as Paul was finishing dressing. Vivvie sat on the end of the bed and laced up the borrowed running shoes, and stood to finish up in the bathroom. She borrowed Paul's toothbrush again, figuring that any germs he had, she'd already shared. As she starting putting her hair up in its usual combs, she stopped, and chuckled. She took her hair down again, brushed it once more and came back into the room.

"What's so funny?" Paul asked, picking up his wallet and keycard.

She said nothing, merely walked slowly around him, checking him out carefully. He looked good, wearing dark pants and a golf-shirt, and his usual loafers. It was making him nervous.

"Vivvie?"

"Just a minute Paul, I'm checking for VMP," she said absentmindedly, completing another circuit of his body, then nodding in satisfaction.

"VMP? What the hell is VMP?"

"Visible marks of passion - second only to the VPL, or Visible Panty Line, in the list of fashion faux pas. But you seem to be fine," she informed him.

He laughed, and gave her the same treatment, very seriously looking her up and down.

"Do I pass muster?" she asked.

"Well, there are those bruises on your knees, but I think you could explain them away fairly innocently. Perhaps you fell down rushing into the bathroom after the emergency warning last night? But what on earth made you think about this anyway?"

She swept her hair from her neck, showing the now obvious beard rash on her skin. "I was putting up my hair, and then figured I really didn't want this on show. I like the beard Paul, it's a good look for you, but it scratches," she complained goodnaturedly.

"You want to talk about scratches, how about the ones you put on my back? That was a nice surprise in the shower, the sting when the water hit them," Paul grinned. "You might want to trim your nails, Vivvie."

"Oh, I can beat that, hands down. I have suck marks on my boobies - nyah! But that's not important, cos they're not visible. It's only visible marks that are a faux pas," she explained innocently, which set them both to laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

Paul suddenly sobered. "Ah, Vivvie, I don't see any condom wrappers here this morning. I mean, you know I'm clean and all, but . . ."

"You worried about me getting bit by your trouser snake?"

He looked puzzled. "Trouser snake?"

"Sorry, that's one of my dad's expressions. Um, you are concerned you might have impregnated me? Or that I may have infected you with something?"

He grinned. "I think I liked 'bit by my trouser snake' better. But - yes, pregnancy. Are we okay?"

"Yes, we are. I can't remember to take birth control pills, so I have an IUD. No worries on the pregnancy score, or the disease score. I might not get tested as often as you do, but, yes, I'm clean too. So, now that we've gotten that out of the way, are we ready to go to work?"

Vivvie didn't wait for an answer, but moved to pick up her purse and briefcase. When she turned around to face him again, he laughed. "Love your new power suit, Vivvie!* Is that the latest fashion?"

She poked her tongue out at him. "Us high powered corporate types set our own style, my good man," she affected a haughty tone. "Besides, you be stylin' and profilin' enough for both of us."

They headed for the door, once more relaxed in one another's company, as colleagues should be.

* An homage to Shelby - my favourite phenomenal woman. You rock girl!

Chapter 21 - There's got to be a morning after - scenes from a hotel, take 2

The roster and crew had gathered in the conference room. Looking around from her place at the front of the room, Vivvie noticed more than a few bemused expressions, blushes and contented smiles. It seemed that the folks in the WWE had been in a pretty happy place with their "hurricane fever". She thanked heavens for that - with the strength of the wrestlers, people in unhappy places could have hospitalised one another.

Jim Ross had been busy this morning, checking with the airport and the weather forecasters. The hurricane had blown out to sea again early this morning, and air travel would resume in a couple of hours. The trucks wouldn't make it to the next venue in time, so they were being sent back to Connecticut. But the alternate equipment would be arriving on schedule.

Vivvie set up a phone conference with her travel department, and they worked through the list of bookings to be changed, managing to get all the crew and roster on flights out which would have them arriving at the Smackdown venue only a few hours later than they had originally planned.

Then it was a matter of providing everyone with their revised schedules. The fax in the conference room worked steadily, printing out the information, and Vivvie and Jim made sure that everyone knew when their flights were leaving. They arranged for transportation to the airport, and advised the hotel manager when he could expect to have the rooms cleared.

The last thing the WWE did before dispersing the meeting, at Vivvie's suggestion, was to take up a collection from everyone. Jim matched the amount with a corporate contribution, and asked the manager to present it to the city's emergency services as a way of helping with whatever recovery work needed to be done. Then it was over, the WWE circus had folded its tents and was heading out of town. Everyone started drifting away, heading back to their rooms to pack, idly chatting with one another as they coordinated meeting times for airport departures.

Vivvie went back upstairs with Paul. Her flight was leaving for Connecticut a little later than the flights for the Smackdown venue, so she planned to use the hotel room to get some work done - and to wait for her clothes to come back from the laundry. The good natured jokes about her sartorial elegance from her colleagues this morning was one thing, but damned if she was going to get on a business flight looking like she was!

Glenn

Glenn had spent a restless night, tossing and turning, tormented by dreams he couldn't really remember. The sound of the wind was making him nuts, and spending a few hours lying on the floor of the bathroom had been a real joy.

Now it was morning, and the weather looked a little better, for which he was thankful. The last 24 hours had been bizarre. That thing last night about Vivvie - man, that had been out there. He remembered what his room service waiter had said about "hurricane fever". Sounded like a good explanation for something that otherwise had no explanation at all. Or not. Whatever, at least he wasn't having those disturbing thoughts about her anymore. That had been embarassing.

He showered and dressed, then read the newspaper to kill time until the meeting at 11.00am. Riding down in the elevator with Matt and Lita, he noticed that they seemed more subdued than usual. Maybe he hadn't been the only one to have a weird night. Now, sitting in the conference room with the rest of his colleagues, he noticed that no-one really seemed like themselves at the moment.

The news that they would be flying out later this afternoon perked everyone up though, and there was more conversation and discussion as they waited for Vivvie and Jim to distribute their revised travel itineraries. He sat speaking to Mark, who was flying out to a personal appearance tomorrow, and then heard Vivvie calling his name. Wishing Mark a good trip, he strode to the front of the room where Vivvie was waiting.

"Cute outfit," he smiled. "But shouldn't you be wearing a Kane T-shirt?"

Vivvie smiled. "You are all such egomaniacs. I've heard variations of that line from everyone this morning. Your T-shirts are selling fine, okay? One less won't make a difference!" She handed him his new itinerary, still warm from the fax.

As he turned to leave, she suddenly remembered something. "Glenn?" He turned back to her. "Listen, you've expressed an interest in the program for encouraging kids to read, right?" He nodded. "I'm trying to put together a series of community events to support it, and I thought you might like to be involved. Give me a call later in the week if you're interested."

"Thanks Vivvie, that's something I'd love to do. I'll call you about it soon, okay?" She nodded and smiled, and then grabbed the next page from the fax machine. He left her to it, and went upstairs to pack. Damn, but it was good that things were back to normal with Vivvie.

Shawn

Shawn woke with a smile on his face. Vivvie had been romping through his dreams all night, the little vixen. Vivvie the vixen, he liked that. He stretched lazily, and headed in to take a shower.

As he soaped his body, he wondered how he could set up something with Vivvie. His contract wasn't up for renewal any time soon, and he already had a full schedule of appearances. Maybe it was better not to plan it, just grab the opportunity next time he saw her.

It wasn't that he was shallow. Just that he liked what he saw, he wanted it and he always got what he wanted. Vivvie was like an itch he'd wanted to scratch for a while now. He didn't quite know why. She wasn't all that spectacular to look at, but damn she was hot, he thought. Maybe it was that odd mix of proper good girl and the salt she showed from her Australian father.

More likely it was just the way she smelled. She seldom wore perfume, but she smelled so damn good to him. The natural scent of a woman was Shawn's most potent aphrodisiac. Perhaps it was as basic as pheremones. Whatever the reason, he was going to have her. Simple as that.

After his breakfast of ranchos huevos and coffee, he headed downstairs to the meeting. Stacey and Trish were in the elevator, chuckling about something, and then Jeff Hardy boarded at the next floor. Shawn looked at him speculatively. He'd been Vivvie's lover last year. If anyone could tell him how to lure Vivvie to his bed, it would be Jeff, but he was pretty sure Jeff wouldn't say a word about it. That damned Southern gentleman thing - no kissing and telling.

Oh well, he'd just have to find out for himself how to have Vivvie panting for him. And that might be more fun - Shawn had always enjoyed the hunt.

He nearly lost his cool when Vivvie walked in to the conference room. Holy shit! He'd imagined what her legs looked like, and here they were, very much on display in her shorts this morning. She made a joke out of it, saying she would have raided one of the Divas wardrobes, but she didn't think even spandex could be made to stretch that far. There was good natured laughter at that, because Vivvie wasn't as slender as most of the women on the roster. Shawn thought that was all to the good. Vivvie was curvy and luscious, and he was going to get to sit here and look at her in her shorts and T-shirt all he wanted.

Someday, he mused, as he took in those legs again in a leisurely manner - someday, I'm going to have those legs wrapped around me. Life was good. And it could only get better.

Chapter 22 - Getting back to reality

Vivvie's laundry arrived just after midday, and she took a quick shower to freshen up before dressing again. She'd ducked out this morning and grabbed deodorant from the drugstore next door. She'd used Paul's first thing this morning, but it really wasn't quite her scent.

Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, she once again looked like the corporate executive she was. And she was more than ready to get back home to Connecticut. She called the front desk to arrange for a car to the airport, packed her briefcase and did a cursory check to make sure she hadn't left anything behind. Not that she'd brought much with her to leave. The whole experience here in Miami had been surreal, to say the least. She knew she was going to be walking on eggshells for a while, worrying about the story of the "performance art" getting out.

She'd confessed to Jim Ross, albeit not in explicit detail, what had happened at the arena, and had been relieved when he told her not to worry about it. He repeated what Paul said about things on the road staying on the road, and mentioned that he had pulled some stunts of his own during the years. But Vivvie was still worried about some of the guys spreading stories. Oh well, she'd just have to deal with that when and if it happened.

She was quiet on the drive to the airport, and saddened by the damage and destruction that had been caused by the hurricane. She was glad she had suggested making a donation to the city to help out. The airport was crowded, so after checking in for her flight, she made her way to the Red Carpet Club. There was even a crowd in here, but she found a quiet corner and got out her laptop.

Booting it up, she resumed working on her files. She noted in her file on the reading program plans that Glenn was interested, and then recorded some feedback from the roster about the travel arrangements in a new file. She needed to have a meeting with that department, there were a few too many screw-ups happening. She drafted a memo about the general discussions she'd had with some of the roster in advance of contract negotiations, to submit to Jim Ross for discussion so they could establish the company's bargaining position.

Then she made some notes in her personal organiser program. The first was that she needed to make sure she had a change of clothes and toiletries in a suit bag in her office, so unscheduled overnight trips wouldn't be such a disaster in future! She also reminded herself to check Jeff's schedule in her office, and make sure to invite him to dinner next time he was in town.

They called her flight a few minutes later, so she turned off her laptop and headed for the jetway. As she settled into her seat, she felt her weariness catch up with her. She fought to stay awake through the flight attendant's speech, making sure she wasn't heading into yet another weather disaster. The in-flight screen was showing an episode of the Simpsons as the plane waited to taxi out to the runway, and Vivvie's tired mind mangled the dialogue for her.

"Hurricanes make Vivvie go. . . something, something."

"Psychotically horny?"

"Don't mind if I do!"

Vivvie shifted slightly in her seat, very well aware of the after-effects of being psychotically horny all night. Her last thought before falling asleep was a mental note to make sure she checked the weather before going anywhere in future!

Chapter 23 - Epilogue

Smackdown went off without a hitch, despite the delays in getting away from Miami. And the following week's Raw broke audience records, as Paul and Glenn tore the place up with yet another incredible match.

Mark had been backstage watching the monitors, when he overheard two of the newer members of the roster talking about Jeff and Vivvie at the arena in Miami. Even though he hadn't been there in Miami, Glenn had spilled the beans during the drive from the Smackdown venue to a houseshow the previous week. The newbies got the message about not doing it again. The fact that their education took the form of a pair of brutal beatings disguised as wrestling matches was more about Mark's undisputed position as leader of the locker room than any personal feelings for either Jeff or Vivvie. There were just some rules nobody broke, not in the big dog's yard.

Jeff had dinner with Vivvie at her house about a month later. They had a great time talking and laughing, and then ended up in bed together. It was part nostalgia and part simple need. It was also about finding out whether they really were meant to be together. With so many people telling them they should be, they figured they needed to be sure.

The following morning, they decided companionably that their romantic relationship was completely over. They still loved one another, though, and resolved to try to stay in touch a bit better. Vivvie drolly pointed out to Jeff that he could use his laptop for more than playing computer games, and offered to teach him the finer points of email if he'd like. Jeff responded by hitting her with a pillow.

Paul was true to his word, and never mentioned Miami to Vivvie again. Rosa joined him on the road, and turned out to be a superb assistant. Which was just as well, because after Penny had her baby boy, she decided that she wanted to quit work to be a full time mommy. Vivvie arranged a generous severance pay, and was delighted to be invited to the combined wedding and naming ceremony a few months later.

And everything went along pretty much as before. Until that little problem with the Teamsters . . . but that's another story.

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