The Cruiserweight (15 page)

“Mr. Kerrigan, it’s good to see you,” Alison
Morris welcomed him. “I wanted to let you know the editor-in-chief
will be interviewing you today.”

“Sure, not a problem.” He studied the stills of
half-nude, toned men that hung on the walls, wondering where he
would fit in among the hunks in the photos.

A tall, thin blonde around Brett’s age came out
to the waiting area. She was dressed in a designer suit and her
hair pulled back in a classic bun. Her entire appearance gave off
an air of being upper class. “Mr. Kerrigan?”

“Yes?”

“I’m Lauren Bello,
Men in the Raw‘s
chief editor. Come on back and we’ll get started.”

Brett followed her into a plush office, where
she closed and locked the door before offering him a seat on one of
the expensive leather chairs. She reviewed information on him that
was retrieved by her personal assistant the day before. “You’ve had
a fascinating career. I don’t think you stated your age when Alison
contacted you.”

“Thirty,” he replied, pulling a driver‘s
license from his wallet and handing it to her.

“I would’ve thought you were much
younger.”

“I get that a lot, ma’am.”

“Now, the next question is, are you comfortable
posing in a G-string if you’re considered for a profile in our
magazine?”

“Ms. Bello, I’m a wrestler. I wear a Speedo in
the ring, which leaves little to the imagination. My ass was
exposed on national TV quite a few times with ’wardrobe
malfunctions.’ I don’t think anything skimpier is going to put me
off.”

“Then you won’t have a problem undressing for
me?”

Brett gave her an peculiar look.
“Huh?”

“I will need you to take off your clothes down
to your underwear so I may get a better idea of how you’ll
photograph.

“Here?”

“Yes, Mr. Kerrigan. Is there a
problem?”

“Um
…
not
really. I wasn’t expecting this as being part of our appointment.”
Oh, this is rich.
Some lady I never saw before wants me
to get half naked. Quite an “interview,“ but whatever gets her
off.
He rose off the chair and stripped, a knot forming in his
stomach as he stood in his briefs in front of a total stranger.
Come on, Kerrigan, why so nervous? You’ve given a few private,
drunken, naked shows to fans. What’s the difference?

Lauren sauntered around him, looking over every
part of his body. “What’s your height and weight?” she
asked.

“Five foot eight. I weighed one ninety-two at
my last wrestling match.” Brett swore he saw her licking her lips
while she walked back in front of him, studying the bulge between
his legs for a few minutes.

I am so in.

But he wasn’t, at least at that moment. “Mr.
Kerrigan, you have a few very good features. But I don’t know if
you meet the look or build standards for this kind of
work.”

What the hell?
He took
off his clothes just to be insulted? Brett couldn’t believe what he
was hearing. “And what
are
those
standards?”

“We hire taller, younger men through agencies
that represent models, actors, or dancers. I‘m not sure you‘re the
type our readers would like to see.”

“Well, excuse me for being just a little
wrestler,” he said in a sarcastic tone.
What an uptight, snobby
bitch!

“There is something which could let me make an
exception.”

“Do enlighten me, considering you’ve wasted
most of my time.”

“Why don’t you remove your briefs so I can see
you nude?”

“Lady, stop the games. First you say you can’t
use me, now you want me to strip off my drawers. What’s the
deal?”

“Do you want to appear in our magazine, Mr.
Kerrigan?”

“It’s Brett, and with you being such a bitch,
I’m not so sure.”

She needed a famous name for an upcoming issue,
sales were down, and no one farther up the status ladder was
available, There was only one way to keep Brett from walking out.
Lauren stepped forward, peeling off his underwear while she went to
her knees. “I think I can help you reconsider.”

Brett stared in shock.
Holy shit! Was this
woman about to give him a blow job in exchange for his appearance
in a photo spread?

Before he could think, Lauren wrapped her lips
around his hardened shaft.. She began to perform fellatio on him as
if her life depended on it, her mouth moving up and down in a
steady rhythm, pushing halfway down his length, her hand working in
unison.

Who would‘ve thought Miss High and Mighty
would end up on her knees with my dick in her mouth? Too bad she’s
no Karen in
that
department
…

Brett grabbed her head, his hands clutching
each side as he thrust his hips toward her face. There were a few
times when Lauren felt as if she would choke as he continued
thrusting, his breath jagged. Her head still bobbed, taking in as
much of as possible for several more minutes before Brett made her
stop.

Not used to not being in control, Lauren stood
up and removed her clothes. “I want to be sure both of us are
making the right decision.”

“Whoa, lady, I didn’t expect the blow job, and
I have two reasons to draw the line on fucking. One, I have a
woman. Two, I didn’t bring protection.”

Lauren went to her desk, pulling a small packet
out of a top drawer. “It’s your lucky day. I’m always prepared. Now
let’s finish your ‘interview’, shall we?” Pushing some items aside,
she lay on the desk and opened her long legs in a slow, inviting
motion.

Realizing she wasn’t going to let him leave,
Brett put on the condom and slid on top of her. He pushed his
length inside her in one hard, fast motion, and she wailed while he
slammed in and out, her legs open and knees lifted into the air.
“This is what you really wanted the moment you saw how big my dick
was.” He thrust his hips into hers. “You may think you’re above
guys like me with your rich bitch bullshit, but deep down, you’re
just another common whore out for a fame fuck.”

His hands pushed against the insides of her
thighs while he plunged deeper. Lauren’s climax washed over her,
making her tremble so hard, she wondered if it would make the two
of them fall off the desk. “Don’t stop
…
God,
don’t stop!”

She could feel Brett begin to pulse inside of
her and her moans became louder as he kept ramming into her. “I’m
going to come
now!”

He made a loud, guttural sound while Lauren
screamed in orgasm. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out,
disposed the used condom, and searched for his clothes.

Women aren’t the only ones capable of using
sex to get ahead in their careers
…

“See Alison on your way out to arrange a photo
session for sometime within the next two weeks.”

He zipped up his jeans. “What happened to you
not being sure I was the type your readers wanted to
see?”

“I have a feeling you’re going to be a
wonderful addition to
Men in the Raw
after all.”

Must’ve been the best fuck she had to
date.
“I’m sure you’ll be very
pleased with the shoot. Thanks for changing your
mind and giving me an opportunity. My fans
—
and girlfriend
—
will love
you.”

CHAPTER 26

“Sullivan wants to see you in his office,”
Eddie said.

Karen went white, her pulse racing. Being
summoned to the boss’ office was often not a good thing, and she
wondered what was wrong to have him meet with her.
Good God, I
hope my relationship with Brett didn’t leak and Mr. Sullivan had a
bitch fit.
She headed toward his office, both nervous and
annoyed.

Sullivan was on the phone when she appeared in
the doorway. He waved her in, motioning to have a seat. “I’ll get
back to you later, Joe,” he said to the caller. He hung up, a smile
replacing the gruff exterior the moment he made eye contact. “Just
the lady I wanted to see.”

“Let’s cut to the chase, Mr. Sullivan. What’s
wrong?”

“That’s what I love about you, Ms. Montgomery.
Always wanting to get to the point. To answer your question, I have
some good news?”

“What?”

“As we all know, you’ve done very well with
this paper during your time with us.” He pulled something out of
his desk. “And now I wanted to be the first to congratulate you on
going into syndication.”

Karen took the tabloid. “Are you serious? This
is one of the top wrestling publications!”

“That’s one of a few who think you’re good
enough to include in their rags.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“This isn’t the time to put on the humble
steelworker‘s kid act, Ms. Montgomery. From the first day you
walked into this office, I had reason to believe that you were
going to go places. Turns out, I was right.”

“Thank you. I must admit it’s a pleasant
surprise.”

“Speaking of magazines, I hear your friend
Kerrigan’s going to strip in a skin one for ladies.”

“He only agreed if he wasn’t all the way
nude.”

“Kind of defeats the purpose, since people see
him half naked when he’s wrestling. He bashful?”

“Rest assured that Brett’s far from shy. I’m
sure he has his reasons for not wanting to take it all off. Maybe
he doesn’t want to embarrass his family or something.”

“Then why pose?”

“I presume Brett thinks doing the magazine may
give his career a push, though I don’t think he needs it. He’s
gotten a lot of good wrestling bookings in the last few
months.”

“I can see why you two get along so well. Seems
neither one of you do anything but work.”

“When you love doing something, it feels more
like fun than an actual job. Are we finished?”

“You may get back to whatever project you were
doing. Congratulations once again.”

“Thank you, sir. I’ll have that new feature you
wanted ready in an hour.”

*****

The euphoria Brett had felt when he left the
Men in the Raw
office was soon replaced by guilt. When he
decided to enter into a relationship with Karen, he’d vowed to
remain moganamous, even cutting down on the “sex buddy” part of his
friendship with Kyra Dimes
—
she‘d lost her own
job and gone back to her husband anyway.

Brett felt as if he’d broken that promise to
Karen, even though she had no idea he’d made it on the first night
they spent together. He even tried to rationalize the encounter
with Lauren.
It’s not like she’s the kind of chick I’d date, let
alone
fuck,
under any other circumstances. That Bello slut
came on to me. At least we both got something out of
it
—
she got laid, and I have
a shot in the best women’s skin magazine. Might even lead to more
and better wrestling appearances, who knows? No more fucking random
chicks, no matter what they have to offer. No way.

His phone rang, a smile crossing his face when
he saw the incoming call’s number. “Hey, sweetheart. I thought we
weren’t going to talk until I got online tonight.”

“That was the plan, but I have some good news
that couldn‘t wait!” Karen sounded as if she was about to burst
with excitement.

“Don’t keep me in the dark, baby. What’s
happening?”

“You may now tell your friends you know a
syndicated writer.”

“Wow, when did that happen?”

“The boss called me into his office earlier
today and delivered the news.”

“That’s great, now I can read your work without
having to order any out of town papers.”

“Believe it or not, I met with the editor today
instead of the woman who’d called me. There was some
…
hesitations
…
on the editor’s
part at first, but by the time I’d left, she made up her mind to
put me in.”

“She must have liked you a lot to make up her
mind so soon.”

Oh, she ‘liked’ me, all right. Got the old
‘casting couch’ treatment.
“Yeah, I guess
so.”

“Stop being so modest. I had high hopes for you
all day. Speaking of people having high hopes, guess who I
interviewed after lunch?”

“Jesus, don’t tell me your boss roped you into
doing a feature on Patrick. You poor woman, having your ear talked
off. I swear he never knows when to shut up.”

“I wish I was so lucky. No, her name was Kyra
Dimes. She told me she’s a good friend of yours and kept in touch
even after both of you lost your contracts.”

Oh, great. Of all people my woman could have
gotten to interview, her boss picked my old fuck buddy.
Brett made light of the revelation. “If she said
anything bad about me, all lies!”