The Wrestler Ch. 01

This is a Harbinger96 original fiction and is not to be reposted or shared without my permission. All characters involved in sexual acts are 18 years old or older.

None of the wrestlers or the brand are real.

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"This is Wayne," I said as I answered my phone.

"Hey big man. I know it's your day off, but do you have any plans?" my boss, Josh, asked. If he called on my day off, it meant he was renting out my services.

"What do you want?" I asked gruffly, cutting to the chase.

"If you want it, I have a job for you," he said, hoping I'd chipper up a bit. I just waited. "There's a wrestling house show, and they're a little short staffed on security."

"Alright. I'm in," I shrugged. "I'm just glad you called now. I'm only two beers in."

"Wayne, it's fucking noon."

"I know what time it is. When do I need to be there?" I was all business, jokes aside. I hadn't been drinking, but I thought it was funny.

"7 p. m. work?"

"Yeah," I said flatly and hung up. He'd text me the details later. Tonight was going to be an easy $250, if my research on what the brand's payout was had been correct.

I laid around and caught up on the latest b. s. going on in the Televised Wrestling Federation universe. As much as I couldn't care about the story lines, it was mindlessly entertaining, and there were some gorgeous talents on there; namely Gia Sanchez and my personal heart throb, Jasmine Crane.

By the time I was caught up and had dinner knocked out and cleaned up, it was time for me to head to the stadium.

I arrived just as the staff started showing up, and I took my place alongside the other security guys as we made sure the lines stayed orderly as the performers got there.

The crowd cheered for their favorite stars as they showed up, and even I broke stance and stole a glance once I heard the name I was hoping for.

Jasmine Crane was blowing kisses to fans, smiling and waving. She winked in my general direction, but it could have been to anyone. It was definitely to anyone that wanted to think it was for them.

I stole a quick glance at her ass, healthily encased in black leggings, and her leather jacket suited her fiery personality and bad girl image well. She certainly had the body of a goddess. She was short for a wrestler, being 5'3, but she was agile, flexible, and was built like a gymnast. Her long blonde hair looked silky and was always impeccable, even in the ring.

Once she was gone, I was back to my professional self, though I had never entirely left maximum awareness for more than a split second.

Once the show was actually on, I had ring duty. I was dressed up as a usual viewer, except I was authorized to concealed carry for security reasons. CPLs don't usually apply to sports arenas, but as a paid guard and not a show prop, I was given authorization after signing some paperwork. I pretty much got a free show, plus $250 to make sure the viewers didn't pull some shit, which nobody did, of course.

During Jasmine Crane's match with Robyn, who was more or less TWF trash, Robyn caught Crane unaware and sent her over the ropes. She tumbled down and hit her pretty little head off the side of the apron before coming down hard on her back. It didn't look fake at all.

Jasmine came to and sat up, propped up on her hands. She slowly shook her head side-to-side and her eyes settled on me for a brief second. I saw legitimate pain there before she tried to give me a shaky smile. She could see I was legitimately worried. She winked at and briskly got back up on her feet. Jasmine had no idea I was hired staff, and probably thought I was a concerned fan. That also was true, though.

Watching it live is fantastic because you can catch little things that cameras can't quite catch. There's a connection in real eye-to-eye that cameras lose, a certain spirit that can't be transferred through TV.

She was sluggish after regaining her feet and missed some staged moves, but as she was supposed to, she won the fight with a real-looking Diving Crane, her signature move, off the second turnbuckle instead of the usual third. It looked fine on TV, but was not a good sign for the real person.

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"Wayne, come here," one of the regular security guys said to me after the show was over.

"What's up?" I asked, following him backstage.

"Listen up," he said, and I liked the respect he commanded. "You heard about Sonya Crush? She was stalked recently. Dude was caught trying to break into her house. A few of the performers, men and women's division, are a little shaken up by it."

"I follow," I said as we got back to the sports medicine trainer's office. He didn't give shit and I wasn't going to give him any.

"Jasmine Crane has a minor concussion after that fight. With the injury, plus the recent events, we'd feel a lot safer if you got her to her hotel safe, you feel me?"

"Absolutely, sir," I nodded as he opened the door to reveal Jasmine sitting on the exam table, still in her ring gear with an ice pack held to her head. Her ring gear consisted of almost knee-high leather wrestling boots, pads, hot pants, and a crop top that showed off her delicious abs. She looked a little pop-punk, like she wanted to bar fight while listening to Thin Lizzy.

"Hey Jas," the much larger guard said as we walked in. "This is Wayne. He'll make sure you get back to the hotel okay."

"Wayne? Like from Letterkenny?" Jasmine asked with a silly smile. That's a show we both got behind, and it made me crack a smile.

"I get that a lot," I said, and offered her a hand. She shook it and also used my hand to help pull herself to her feet.

"I need to get clothed, I mean changed, and then we can go." She shook her head at her slip. Jasmine was definitely discombobulated. I offered an arm, which she took, just in case she needed it.

We walked quietly through the halls of the center until we came to the girls' locker room. "I'll wait here," I told her, and she nodded.

"Probably for the best," she concurred and slipped inside. I wasn't proud of it, but I stole another look of that high and tight ass of hers. It was the kind of bottom you could bounce quarters off.

She took longer than what I expected was her normal time, but was still back at my side faster than expected. "Ready to get you back?" I asked, straightening my baseball hat. It was a TWF hat I was given as a thank you for picking up the job. I didn't spring it on her yet, but I was going to swallow my pride and ask Jasmine to sign it before I left for the night.

"Yup. See anything unusual?" Jasmine asked as we started following exit signs, a smile on her model-pretty face as she watched me work.

"Just a sketchy as hell janitor. I'm sure it wasn't anything."

"You are a bodyguard, aren't you?" she asked, looking up at me, her smile still there, maybe even widening a little.

"They wouldn't put you in my care if they didn't trust me."

I had to actively try not to stare at Jasmine, her hair in a ponytail, her naturally beautiful face with her ring makeup already cleaned away. She wore a t-shirt she'd fight in, but with sinfully tight jeans and a leather jacket to finish out her outfit. And those black leather boots made her legs go for days, going most of the way to her knees. Her out of ring attire still matched her character, and I had to wonder just how much of her character on TV was just her.

When we got to the parking deck, I was on red alert. I kept a hand on the middle of Jasmine's back, and I matched her pace. I watched every car and every shadow until we got to my vehicle.

I checked the back seat of my car to make sure it was empty. I loaded her stuff in the trunk to make sure there wasn't a stowaway. I opened her door and sat her inside before I got in the driver's seat.

"Is everything okay, Wayne?" Jasmine asked as we buckled in, sounding a little nervous.

"Yeah, I'm just making sure you're safe," I explained.

"Aww, you're sweet," she told me with a most endearing smile.

"Jas, it's literally my job," I said, shaking my head.

"Yeah, but you're being sweet about it," she said, her smile getting brighter.

"Okay, Jas. If you say so. What hotel am I bringing you to, anyway?" I asked, trying to change the subject. It really was just my job, and I found it especially difficult to accept compliments from an angel like her, even if her eggs were a little scrambled at that moment.

"The Hamilton on 5th," she said, laying her head back and resting her sharp blue eyes.

"Nah uh. Stay with me, Jas," I said, snapping my fingers. "If you can't stay awake, I will take you to the ER instead."

"I'm fine, Wayne. Please just get me to bed, okay?" she pleaded earnestly and I headed in that direction. I had to try to keep my mind professional and not think of the way I'd like to take her to bed.

All the way to the hotel, Jasmine hummed along with whatever the radio was quietly playing. It wasn't a long drive, but it felt so long. Every minute dragged on because I was so focused on getting her safely from point A to B, but I was also human. Jasmine Crane was riding shotgun in my car. I wanted to feel bad because she had a minor concussion, or at least a rung bell, but she was still sexy as hell.

When we got to the hotel, I got out first, I checked the surrounding area, grabbed all of her stuff, and then opened her door.

Jasmine stepped out, obviously tired. She offered to take her bags, but I steadfastly refused.

We walked into the lobby together and Jas led the way to the elevator. She was on the third floor, so it was short, but I wasn't prepared to be in such a closed space with Jasmine.

She leaned against the wall right next to me, and I couldn't help but drink in the entire plain of her body, from boots to eyes.

When I got to her eyes, I found them looking back at me, a smile on her face. "Hey there," she said playfully. "What are you looking at?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Crane. It was unprofessional of me," I sincerely apologized.

She made a show of dragging her eyes up and down my frame as I had to her. "Are we even now?" she asked, an eyebrow raised.

"I guess so." At that moment, the elevator dinged and I stepped out first, making sure the hallway was clear.

She led me to her room, and she opened the door. I peeked behind us, saw the hall was still empty, and I let her in, but didn't let her get too far ahead of me until I was satisfied the room was clear.

"Well Ms. Crane, it was a pleasure meeting you, but I believe our time has come to an end." I was about to ask her to sign my hat, but then she surprised me. Jasmine pouted and grabbed my hand. She didn't say anything, but looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Jas, what is it?" I asked, dropping my tone to honest care.

"Wayne, I'm scared." Her chin trembled, and I felt for her. Things were crazy. Sonya Crush had been stalked and her home broken into. TWF had been running a story about a mysterious faction of goons running amok and breaking into the show for three weeks.

"Jas, I don't..."

"I hate to even ask, but can you please stay?" Her voice and eyes begged me together, and she looked completely terrified, no acting on her face at all.

"Jas, I didn't come prepared to stay the night. There's only one bed," I pointed out.

"I don't care. I don't want to be here alone right now. I'm not armed, and I don't know how much of a fight I can put up right now. If it wasn't scripted, Robyn, FUCKING ROBYN," she spat, "would have beat my little ass."

"I can sleep in the chair," I pointed to the nice recliner in the corner, giving in. This was going beyond my job and was in the territory of me just being a good person.

"You know you're a hell of a gentleman, right?" she said with a soft smile, and I felt like she could read my thoughts.

"I've been told just a few times," I chuckled, and took my jacket off. I set my hat on the side table and took out my pistol from its holster, and laid it and the holster on the table.

"You carry?" Jasmine asked.

"Yeah. It's a Michigan CPL, so I can carry concealed in 39 states. It doesn't bother you, does it?" I asked.

"No, it makes me feel safer," Jasmine said, rummaging through her bag, coming back up with some clothes. "Will you still be here after I get back from a shower?" she asked.

"Of course," I said, finding the TV remote and turning it on. "Take your time."

"Thank you," she said with a smile before escaping to the bathroom.

I watched some lame-ass hunting Bigfoot show until my host for the night came back. And when she did, she certainly looked... comfortable.

I damn near dropped the remote when little Ms. Crane walked back into the room in just panties and a t-shirt. I felt like an asshole because of how long it took me to look away.

"This is what I normally sleep in," she explained sheepishly, like she should be the guilty one. "I just want to be comfy."

"You do whatever makes you feel at home, Jas. You can do whatever you want," I told her as she climbed into her bed.

"Wayne?"

"Hmm?" I asked, looking over to the girl buried under the covers.

"You don't have to try to sleep in that chair. The bed is super roomy," she offered.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Jas," I shook my head, kicking myself for being honest.

"You sleep in the nude, don't you?"

I laughed. "No ma'am. I do sleep in my underwear, though," I said for full disclosure. She shared with me, I should share with her.

"I'm already in my underwear, so it's no problem. Please, Wayne. Can you please just lay with me?" Jasmine reached an arm out from under the blanket and patted the bed. "Some close, innocent contact would help me sleep a lot better."

She smiled when I left the chair and matched her level of undress. I climbed under the covers that Jasmine had lifted up for me, also allowing me another glimpse of her glorious body, those silky smooth and deliciously meaty legs. I loved a girl that was in shape and had some healthy size to her.

Jasmine snuggled into my side, completely removing her comment of the bed being plenty roomy. We both settled in and watched hillbillies and "scientists" try to find the hairy beast.

Before long, I knew that Ms. Crane was fast asleep. I, however, couldn't fall asleep. I figured this was my only chance to share a bed with the goddess, to lay with our bare legs touching and her head on my shoulder.

I also couldn't sleep because that's not what I had been paid to do. I was here to protect her, and I'd be damned if anyone got the drop on me, on us. I was off the clock, I knew that, but my responsibilities hadn't changed.

I often looked over to my trusty Ruger.38 on the table. I hoped I never needed it, but it was always there for me just in case.

I listened closer to every sound outside, every shadow that passed beyond our door. Except for the few times I allowed myself to focus on Ms. Crane pressed against me, I was on level 3 all the time.

I had just begun to doze off and lose focus when the sun started coming up and Jasmine's alarm went off.

She came to, scratched her head, and yawned like a cat. She didn't move or say anything for a while, so I figured she was trying to get her bearings and remember the night before.

Then she rubbed my stomach. "You stayed the whole night, Wayne," she said as if she was waiting for a correction.

"You asked me to, remember?" I asked, threading a hand through her silky blonde hair as she continued to play with my belly. I risked crossing a line, but she didn't seem to mind.

"I thought you'd split after I fell asleep," she said, sounding genuinely surprised that I didn't. "I'm glad you stayed," she whispered, turning over to look up at me with her shocking blue eyes.

Her eyes on me turned my blood cold and my skin to goose flesh. I took the prolonged eye contact as her way of telling me to make my move, so I did. This morning was full of making bets.

I bent down and she arched her neck to meet me. We kissed slowly, lazily and with gentle exploration being the goal in both of our minds.

She clasped her hands behind my head, and I buried both of mine into her long locks.

Our tongues slid together rather than battled, and we took turns sucking bottom lips and clicking teeth, moaning together as sunlight tried to pierce through the curtain.

Jasmine took one of her hands back and began palming my crotch, making it clear how far she wanted to go. I was already good and hard from our spit swapping, but she wanted to make sure I was as hard as possible. "Oh my God, Wayne. This length," she breathed into my mouth as she grazed her fingers up and down my rager. "I can't wait to have it in my mouth."

With that, she pulled down the front of my boxers, and with her second hand, touched my hot length. She gently wrapped her slender fingers around my pole and slowly slid her hand down.

Jasmine looked up at me, locking those electric blue eyes on me as I lifted my hips and pulled my underwear off.

"You see this cock? This is my cock now," Jasmine growled. She spit in her hand and wrapped it around my dick again. She was definitely connected with her take-charge wrestling persona.

I arched my back a little at the new sensation, loving the way her hand slid easier. "I love your little hand," I told her as I nestled into the pillows and let her work.

"What about two hands?" Jasmine asked before licking the palm of her free hand, and then cradled my balls. I just hummed as she played with me and started sucking on my neck, leaning her body on mine.

I let her play with me for a while, satisfied to reach down and cup her famous, perfect ass in my hand. I smacked her rump and I happily watched it jiggle. She smiled up at me and kissed my neck again before saying, "I'm about to go down on you. Would you like that?"

I just smiled back and growled. "I would love that. I've been thinking about that since the elevator last night."

"I had a gut feeling," she laughed. "Don't think I didn't see that semi in your pants." And with that, she began slowly kissing and licking her way down my body.

Jasmine was great at setting every nerve ending on fire and torturing me until I was putty in her hand. I had never before felt electricity through my veins like I did under her lips. By the time she got to the skin at the base of my cock, my legs were straight as a board and my hands gripped the pillow under my head in anticipation for what was to come.

"Just relax, Wayne. You protect me, I'll take care of you," Jasmine smiled, gently raking her nails from my chest back down to the base of my cock. "And I really want to take care of you," she whispered before kissing the head of my dick.

Her lips were so soft as they caressed my hard member. Jasmine took her time, kissing her way up and down my entire length a few times. Her tongue poked out and traced the central vein on the underside of my prick. Her striking eyes watched me the whole time, daring me to look away as she took her time to pleasure me.

"Do you want me to get on with it? Do you want to see little Ms. Crane gag on your cock?" she asked as she kept licking me up and down my shaft.

I nodded and put my hands on each side of her head. "I do, but I want to see Jasmine Crane enjoy herself on me, too. I want to watch you wrap your cute little tongue around my dick."

Jasmine smiled, and continued to lick and kiss every inch of me, including the occasional trip down to my nuts, which she was also happy to lick and suckle with great care.

"Holy shit, Jas. That feels so good," I growled and jolted a little as she licked my sack right between my balls, almost pushing me off the pillow. She grinned up at me wickedly as she slowly sucked a whole testicle into her mouth and rolled it with her tongue.

Jasmine did the same with the other, and then it was clear it was game time. "I'm going to take you so far down my fucking throat, Wayne. And I don't want you to hold back." She crawled up my body and straddled me, grinding her crotch along my pole. I could feel her sopping wetness through her panties. "And I want you to skull fuck me. Do you understand?" Jasmine asked, her forehead pressed to mine, and her hips rocking.

If she kept this up, I would bust before she could suck me proper. I grabbed two handfuls of her juicy ass and jiggled it. I slapped her rump as she started to throw her hips faster. I kissed her hard and she gasped into my mouth as I pulled her panties tight, making them almost a thong, and I knew it applied pressure on her little clit.

Jasmine fought her own needs and wrestled out of my grip. She slid back down my body. She was face to tip with my manhood again. Crane licked her palm and wrapped it around my pulsing shaft. She drizzled a serious amount of spit down on my head, and I knew that she meant what she said. The little diva wasn't just talking smack.

She twisted my cock with both hands and dowsed me in her saliva to make me good and slick. "Here we go, cowboy," Jasmine said with another wicked smile before grabbing me in both hands again.

With her hands twisting my shaft, Jasmine began her descent. She sucked on my sensitive bell-end, and pushed more spit from between her lips and worked it in as I began to feel her cheeks around more of me.

As she went down, she got off of her forearms and put her weight on her hands, her arms locked like she was going to do a push-up.

With my cock still in her mouth, she got on her knees and angled herself to take me deeper in. I had my hands on her head, and her hot, wet sucking and her recently started bobbing was begging for my hips to move.

I could feel Jasmine's hot breath exiting her nose and her cheeks billowing as she breathed in around me. My balls were getting soaked with spit as she kept working, not caring about being sloppy or making a mess. I couldn't help but to start to buck as she obscenely slurped and gagged on me.

Jasmine grabbed my thighs with both hands as she started to come up almost all the way before quickly sliding back down, impaling her throat down on me as if she was properly riding my cock.

I pulled her off of me and threw her on the bed. Jasmine coughed and spluttered, spit and my precum ran all over her mouth and chin.

I couldn't help myself. I was crazed for her. I needed to own this little minx who thought she could order me around. Before Jasmine could recover, I ripped her t-shirt wide open, freeing her perfect, fake tits. I roughly groped them in my hands as I tea bagged the little slut.

She didn't see it coming, but she quickly recovered. She sucked on my nuts, her mouth full and her cheeks stuffed like a squirrel. She shook her head back and forth as she almost took my jewels down her dirty little throat.

I had to get out of her before the sensitivity was too much. I let go of her tits and climbed over her, taking my balls away from her mouth and putting myself in a push-up position on the bed over her. She grabbed my cock and milked it with her hands as she leaned up and engulfed as much of it down her throat as she could. She was insatiable and wasn't going to let me get away easily. So be it.

I dropped my hips down and I felt her gag reflex choke around me, damn near pushing me out of her. Jasmine grabbed my ass with both hands as I started a pace of throat fucking her.

She moaned and squealed as I filled her completely. At this point, I was downright fucking her mouth like I was hate fucking a pussy, but she asked for it.

Jasmine's hot wetness, her fluttering throat, and her nails digging into my ass cheeks for dear life was too much. After just a few brief minutes of owning her like my own personal cock slave, I had to pull out.

Her face was absolutely soaked in precum and slippery, thick spit. Her eyes were screwed shut and her cheeks tear stained.

She was cherry-red from the abuse she'd sustained so far at my hands, but she had signed up for all of it. Her great breasts were absolutely heaving and her abs tight from effort.

Jasmine was barely conscious, but she still had the wherewithal to take my cock in her nearly lifeless hand. She tried to jerk me, but she didn't have it in her.

I took her little hand in mine, and stroked myself with it until I came all over her gorgeous face and perfect tits.

Once I had completely drained my entire load, every spurt and string, I collapsed on the bed next to her.

I watched her recover out of the corner of my eye. Eventually, she rolled over and looked me in the eye, taking my softened cock in her hand.

"Wayne, consider that your signing bonus."

"What?" I asked with a tired chuckle.

"I want you, Wayne. I want you to be my personal security. I'm going to hire you, you're going to keep me safe, and we'll come up with a safe word together. What do you say?" she asked me earnestly as she already had my cock stiffening again under her fingertips.

I breathed in deeply and said, maybe under orgasm brain or not, "okay."

Jasmine smiled, and without letting me out of her hand, rolled on top of me.