Everybody Wants A Piece By Mistress
		TITLE: Everybody Wants A Piece AUTHOR: Mistress E-MAIL: Taker_Mistress@w... RATING: NC-17 baby!! CONTENT: Slash, Het, kinda dark CATEGORY: Slash (mostly) Het (one) SPOILERS: RAW 11/11/02 SUMMARY: Just a little thought about one's life and the quirks of others DISCLAIMER: WWE owns the characters, the people own themselves and I own nothing... *pout* even though I know they would have more fun at my place. I am making no money off of this...it's just the result of doing what I was told not to. DISTRIBUTION: www.gotfiction.com, anyone else ask or let me know first NOTES: *Hides under bed* Um..T...don't shoot. I know you said not to use your pretty little boy for my wicked ways but I couldn't resist. And when was the last time I got REALLY inspired to write on the spur of the moment. Like forever and a day ago. I had to go with it. You forgive me, right? *Stays under bed* *peeks out to list sibs* um I don't think this will need an ICE warning but just in case have some handy...this is just flowing so I don't know what it's gonna do yet. *ducks back under bed* Everybody wants a piece of me. No, I'm serious. It's not the ego talking. I didn't even realize it till that long ago. I thought it was just all coincidence and I was just sorta goin' with the flow. But seriously, they do. In the ring, the locker room, the hotel, the bars, just out in town somewhere where ever we might be that week, everyone wants a piece of me. I go out and I can feel it all around me. The want and the need and the obsession sometimes. It's sorta scary. But you know what? It's such a FUCKIN' rush! I could have anyone I want at anytime. It's amazing what kind of power trip that is and I love it. I love that I can go and say jump and five people will ask how high. They want to wrestle me in the ring, just so they can touch me. They want to see me in the locker just so they can see me and smell me and be near me. They want to take me out and hope I will take them back with me to my room. That's what they really want. They want a piece of me. Of ME. I can remember the first time I really realized it too. I can remember the person that sorta tipped me off to it all. Showed me that I had that power. Chris. Egotistical, annoying, sexy, sensual, fuck me through the mattress Chris. We had gone out on a date, a first date. Nothing major. But later, at my hotel door he had tried to kiss me. Matt had always said never to kiss on the first date. But Matt wasn't there. He was at Smackdown. So maybe I was mad, and I didn't care what Matt said any more. So I kissed back. And then more than kissed. And before I knew it was was on my hands and knee's and Chris was behind me. And I can remember screaming for him to stop, screaming that it hurt but at the same time it felt so damn good. Just being throne down and fucked. And I couldn't scream any more and he was still so hard and pushing in and thrusting and moving and it burned and ached. And I could hear him panting and grunting. He was holding me down, and I could feel bruises and marks and just a little blood. Blood on my lip, from my nose, running down my thigh. And it hurt. But I could hear him. And he kept saying, 'Everyone wants you and I got you. Me. I got you.' I don't know what it was. But something clicked inside my head. And the more that it clicked the more he talked till that voice sounded like him. "You shake that ass and tease." And he's thrusting fast and hard and I just can't scream any more and I don't want to. I want to just lay there and forget and maybe even enjoy it just a little. "Everybody wants a piece of you." Did they? Is that why everyone talked to me now? Was that way people asked me out, asked me to hang? Were they hoping to get me in bed, be with me and get a piece of me. "Cocktease." No I'm not. I never said I wanted anyone. I didn't know. I'm sorry. I didn't know. I won't do it any more. I swear. I won't. "Slut." But I'm not. I can't be. I never. I haven't. I swear. But I am. I made him want me. I made this happen. Because he's right. Everyone wants me. And I tease them. And I deserve it. I did it. "Whore." And I am. I realized in that moment I was. I sold it every time I went in front of the camera, the fans. I sold it every time a guy asked me out for a drink. Every time a pretty girl smiled and winked. I sold it. I sold it but never delivered. "You want this. You want this so bad you can taste it." And I do. I want it and I need it and I crave it and it kills me. I can remember the feel of him as his thrust's become so fast that it's blinding to me. It's pain and lust and need and hate and love all rolled into one and none of it mattered. And when he was done he just left. Not a word. Because he got what he came for. He got what he paid for. He got his piece of me. He got his whore. I can remember laying there and feeling absolutely nothing. No hate, or anger, or fear or anything at all. But that voice was there again. Telling me he was right and I knew it all along. And I did. I knew it was true. But it was also a power. A power over others that I had and no one else did. They all wanted 'me'. Me. They would do anything to get me. And I knew I could use that. I knew. I knew that if I was that wanted, if it was true then I would get what I wanted. All I had to do was give them a piece. So I did. A piece here and there. A piece for Hunter, a chance to shine. A piece for Taker, a chance at gold. A piece for Trish, a chance to live a fantasy. A piece for Rob, a chance to be great for one night. A piece for Shawn, Kane, Buh-Buh, Eric, Flair, Vince. A piece for them all. And I'm getting what I want. They get there's and I get mine. And it's all about power. The power they hold over me and the power I hold over them. They want me. They will always want me. Everybody wants a piece of Jeff Hardy. THE END *Blinks at screen* Ok honestly I meant to write something funny and silly and PWP and sexy and not this. I don't know where the hell this came from. But hope you likes anyway. *Shakes head and glances concerned at JeffMuse* I'll have to keep an eye on that boy. Mistress