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[Angel Lust]

Room 69. The irony of that number was astounding when you considered the woman who was currently occupying it. Lying on the bed in her lace outfit, she was just imagining what would happen tonight. She was a woman who had done the 69, the 969, the 56, the 72, the 84 and everything else. Granted, most of them didn't really mean anything, but the point was made. Angel? Was a freak. Stone cold, down and dirty, front-seat of a hummer, gets-it-from-her-momma freak. And her treat of the night? Was a man who she had come from her hideaway in the depths of the nevada desert to see. She had been trying to accomplish this ever since New York. Now that Adrian was a changed man, she was happy she didn't have to go through his stupid ritual he tried to make her accomplish in New York. And now, in just a matter of moments, her night of fun, was just gonna get started.

Mr. Taylor, you don't know what you're gonna get into tonight...

[Adrian Taylor]

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"Where... Oh where... Oh where... Do I go from here? Oh where... Oh where... Oh where... Do I go from here?"

~...Adrian sang to himself, stumbling one foot over the other as he walked down the sidewalk. It had been a long night of drinking. He must've set some kind of record for downing the most alcohol in a single sitting. He sure wasn't sober enough to take himself back to the Towers. That bastard of a bartender made sure of that. They refused to return his keys back to Adrian, which meant he was left walking the streets of Las Vegas by himself tonight. He didn't exactly feel like returning to his suite tonight. There must've been something else around this city that he could do. He stopped for a second. He remembered something. There was something around here that he had planned on going. Where was it? Oh. Wait. He knew he had something. Adrian started to pat his pockets down under he felt the piece of paper he had tucked away in his coat. He reached into his coat and pulled the paper out. Unfolding it, he looked at the paper and read...~

"Marriott Hotel... Room 69... Heh... That's right. There was someone who wanted to meet with me... Heh... This better not be some practical joke by that bastard Joe..."

~He didn't remember where he had got the piece of paper from. He just knew that there was something about this piece of paper that required his presence. He has a funny feeling about it, but fuck it, he supposed he'd see what happens. Adrian took a few steps toward the sidewalk and looked down the streets. Of course. This was Las Vegas. The streets was flooded with cars. Traffic was moving slow as Hell. Tonight must have been his lucky night because he spotted a cab that didn't have a customer in it. He quickly jogged through the traffic and stopped next to the cab. He pulled opened the door and climbed inside. He handed the cabbie the piece of paper and said... ~

"Take me there."

Cabbie: "What?"

"You heard me. Take me to there."

~...And a looong fucking time later...







...Gah. Driving around in Las Vegas was a pain in the ass. He would have probably gotten to this hotel faster on foot, but chances are he probably wouldn't have made it too far in his condition. He tossed the fare to the cabbie before hopping out of the cab. He proceeded to make his way through the hotel lobby and hit up the elevator. Hitting the button for "Up," Adrian waited. Once it got here, he climbed inside and hit the correct button for the floor he was looking for. He rode the elevator up and walked out once it stopped and opened. He looked to his left and then he looked to his right. He saw a sign for the rooms in the 60s. He headed in that direction until he found the right room. Room 69. He stopped at the door and rapped his knuckles against it...

*KNOCK*KNOCK.... KNOCK*KNOCK*KNOCK... KNOCK*KNOCK*~

[Angel Lust]

And like clockwork, he was there. Either him or the hotel staff. Well, either way she woudn't be disappointed. The errandboy the hotel manager always sent to her room was cute... he looked like he coud give good head too. Though, if anything, that's as far as it would go. She wouldn't do anything with him, he wasn't THAT cute.

But then of course, it was the chance that it was Adrian. The man she had been pursuing for the past couple of months. And no, she's not some psycho stalker, she just knew where to find him. Of course, it helped that he was in a wrestling show that only operated in one area. Tonight, was the night to finish what she started in New York. And she was at the peak of her sexuality too. For the past house she had been watching porn, imagining her and Adrian, wallowing around in all of the sexual tension between them.

Deciding to make him wait for a couple seconds, she finally raised up and turned the TV off on her way to the door. She opened the door, and her butterfies in her stomach all started to fuck each other. Subtle. She turned her thoughts off for a moment, and turned reality on. Pulling Adrian into her room, she pushed the door shut with her left foot, and then stared into his eyes. Such beautiful eyes. Knowing he would talk soon, and then everything would be messed up. Angel put her finger to his lips and pulled him closer.

"Ssssssshhhhh. Don't speak. This is going to be the best night, of both of our lives."

Angel grabbed him by the back of his head, pulled him in close, and the magical kiss tat would start her night with him, finally.... happened.

[Adrian Taylor]

~This certainly was an unexpected turn of events. This person... This... woman... who he couldn't for the life of him remember ever meeting... Was now tongue fucking the Hell out of his mouth. Who was she? Did he know her? Was she a fan? Did he sign her an autograph earlier? Was that where the slip of paper came from? Some fan who came to get a little more than an autograph? Adrian didn't know. He didn't remember who this woman was. To be quite honest, he didn't remember the past few hours of today. He didn't exactly remember how he got in this hotel either. Adrian was probably in need to stop drinking so much, but... Meh. He'll quit when he's dead. His dark shadow must've been enjoying the show because he could hear them laughing in the recesses of his mind and pushing further into this mess. He might as well just roll with the punches. Fuck it. This was happening. And it didn't seem like the rest of his body was going to force him to stop any time soon. He tried to say something, but this woman wouldn't let go of her lip lock. It was like a damn submission move the way she forced her mouth onto his...~

"Mmmmf! Mmf! Mmmmf! Mmf!"

~...Of course, he couldn't say much. He barely had time to breath. Adrian slapped both hands on each of the woman's thighs and lifted her up off of her feet. He pressed her up against the hotel room, knocking over a small table that had a lamp on it in the process. Adrian continued to kiss the woman, holding her up against the wall, closing his eyes, and just going with the flow. This was happening.~

[Angel Lust]

The ecstasy of the moment sent a loud moan crying from the mouth of Angel. In a few moments they would be rolling around, hot, sweaty, and best of all, Naked. She had wanted this for so long. Funny this is, she didn't even know what it was about this man she wanted so bad, but for some reason she wanted him. All of him to give her everything tonight. The impact of her back hitting the wall was painless, as the adrenaline and excitement filling her body tuned that all out.

Stopping for a moment, she pulled down her lace blouse so that her breasts were showing, and the only parts of her body now covered were her stomach and her legs due to her stockings. Flashing a quick smile at him, her mind started racing as lips met lips and woman met man once again.

[Adrian Taylor]

~The sight of the woman's exposed breasts instantly set off alarms in his head. His eye lit up when he looked down and saw what she had presented before him. It only further fueled the desire burning inside of him to take her over to the bed and handle his business. He may not know the woman or why exactly she was so completely infatuated with him, but he was going to make sure that she was never going to forget this night. Ever. Adrian moved her from the wall that he had pressed her against just a moment ago when they were connected at the lips and carried her further into the hotel room. He carried her over to the bed that sat in the middle of the room and laid her down across it. Taking a few steps back, he began to remove the red leather jacket he had been wearing. You know, making himself right at home. Staying awhile. Then he reached down and peeled off the vintage "187: Redrum" t-shirt that he had been wearing underneath it.

Revealing the scarred form of his body that had been hiding beneath them. They were scars that he proudly displayed whenever he went to war with anyone in or outside of the ring. Each told a story of their own from battles of days past that he had fought hard. Some ended in victory. Some ended in loss. People say don't judge a book by it's cover, but his cover was worn, torn, and stained with blood.

Every woman he's ever been with has had a different reaction to him. Sure. Someone might see him on television and see the scars. They might assume it's just from being in the business. However, like anything in life, seeing something up close and personal was a different experience. Some had pitied him because they think he must be broken. There must be something wrong with him. Some had been afraid when they initially saw the scars. They feared that he must be the kind of person who had issues with his anger and got into a lot of fights. That part is true. Some found the scars all that more intriguing. That old saying, 'chicks dig scars,' seems to hold true for some. He didn't know what her response was going to be, but certainly wasn't going to hide who he was on the outside.~

[Angel Lust]

The scars. It may seem weird, but the scars only stimulated her more. Everything about this man was just so irresistible, from the scars, to his attitude, everything. But he was taking too long. She wanted to get it on, and she wanted it now. Reaching up, she unhooked the belt he was wearing, and threw it to the floor. Then she grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him once more.

[Adrian Taylor]

~He was back on top of her, his lips pressing into hers once again. She was in a real hurry to do this. Was she a working girl? Come in. Get it done. Get out. That kind of a gal? Would explain why she was so eager to get things done. Oh well. Fuck it. If she wanted to get to the main event, then Adrian wasn't going to disappoint her. His hands wandered down the sides of her body, gently caressing her skin with the tips of his fingers. His fingers traveled down her body until he found her hips. His fingertips meeting the soft cotton of the panties that she was wearing. That thin little barrier all men wish to get past in order to get to the good stuff. And he certainly wasn't going to let them get in his way. Not when he had this hot little number melting like butter. He slipped his fingers beneath the cotton until he had both hands full of Asian ass. He gave both cheeks a slight squeeze, grinning while he did so. Yep. Nice, firm, toned. Just the way he liked them. He broke away for a moment and looked at her. Staring down at her as he hovered above her. The sweat beginning to form from the heat of the moment.

He snickered, his dark shadow crawling beneath his skin and taking control of his form. He couldn't expect his dark shadow to sit back and allow Adrian to have all the fun.

She wanted to get serious? He'll show her just how serious this was going to get. He sat up on top of his knees, in between her legs. Removing his hands from her backside. He reached down and grabbed a hold of the panties and proceeded to remove them. Slowly dragging them down over her ass. Then making it's way over her thighs, raising her legs up into the air. He backed up until he placed both feet were firmly planted on the floor again. And he pulled those panties over her ankles, over her feet, and... Off they came. He tossed them to the side, onto the floor and looked down at the woman in the bed.~

"Heh, heh, heh... You want me bad, huh? How about you show me just how bad you can be."

[Angel Lust]

There were so many thoughts running through her head right now. How big was he? What position did he like? Rough? Gentle? Nah, he didn't look like that type of person. Either way, he was gonna do what she said... for now.

She stood up, then turned Adrian around and pushed him onto the bed. Grabbing his pants, she quickly pulled them off and looked at him for a moment. The first thought that came to mind was "wow". Before he could say anything, she climbed on top of him and put her finger over his lips.

"Ssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh. Just let me do what I want to do first "

[Adrian Taylor]

~Well, obviously, all this woman wanted was to take a ride on his disco stick. So, he figured, fuck it. Why fight it? She was just going to make this more difficult than it should have been if she doesn't get her way. Damn brats. She better be eighteen. Probably should have checked that earlier. Meh. She's probably eighteen. Might as well just give her what she wants. Adrian just laid back on the bed and threw his hands behind his head. Laying back and allowing the woman to go ahead and do what she wanted to do.~

[Angel Lust]

The feeling of ecstasy that overcame her when she leaned back was astounding. She wasn't aware that she didn't have to do anything, but she didn't. A moan escaped her lips at the same time as a groan escaped his. Angel rocked back and forth, her cheeks spreading everytime she leaned back, and a moan everytime that happened also. Stopping for a moment, she put both hands on the upper part of his pecs and leaned down to his ear.

"*moan* MISter Taylor, I wont be doing all of the work for long..."

And with that, she started riding jim again, faster and faster, deeper and rougher, the moaning from her lips would probably cause someone to call security soon if she hadn't gotten a room far away from any other inhabited ones. The moans got progressively louder and louder, and sweat started to form on her lower back and legs...

[Adrian Taylor]

~GAWDdamn. His breathing started to grow heavier and heavier with each time her inner thighs slammed down across his pelvis. Slamming again and again. Bouncing up and down, up and down, up and down. Sheeesh. He underestimated just how bad this woman actually wanted him. The desire in her eyes... The fiery hot passion that he could see burning up inside her... He removed his hands from behind his head and placed them on the woman's hips. Holding onto her while she continued to ride him. A smirk started to creep across his face once again and he began to buck his hips to meet her. Giving her a hard thrust deep inside of her, meeting her bounce. Slamming his pelvis against hers. And...Gaaaah...~

"Fuuuuck... My... My..."

~Yep. There it was. A fucking leg cramp. What? Did you expect for him to just up and blow like that? Nah. His leg was beginning to cramp up and they hurt like a bitch.~

[Angel Lust]

She knew something was wrong, but she didn't care. If she injured the man now, that wouldn't be too beneficial for her plan, but she didn't think he was too bad. She just kept bouncing, the feeling of ecstasy growing every time she slammed back down.

She moaned every other time she slammed down, and she couldn't see anything as her eyes were closed. If anything, she would've seen the ceiling, as that was the way her head was turned. She didn't wanna look down and see if he was in pain, she was finally getting what she wanted and she wasn't going to stop now.