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“Have fun. Don’t screw the poor man to
death.”

“If such a thing should happen, I’m sure Brett
would die with a huge smile on his face.” Karen shut her phone and
headed toward the approaching three men.

*****

While Karen made her phone call, Brett caught
up with a few guys who were still hanging around "Hey, Kerrigan,"
one of them said. “What’s up in Midget Land?“

He chuckled and shook his head. “Nice to know
you’re still cracking corny jokes, Tony.”

"Hang on…you’re in a good mood. You’re never
like that after losing a match.”

"Yes, I am," he replied with a
smile.

"But
why?”

Red Rodent came up to them, a look on his face
as if a light bulb switched on over his head. "I just saw his
girlfriend leaving the locker room," he told the other
man.

"Is anything sacred with you, Rat
Face?”

"You mean to tell me you got a piece of ass in
there?"

Brett said nothing, but smiled in response.
I got a couple of hot blow jobs too. Nothing like having your
dick sucked in front of your locker and then in the shower by a
woman who is one step below a professional in giving
head.

"Not fair! You lucky bastard!"

"More than you losers will ever know.” Brett
was unable to keep the smile off his face. He teased Red Rodent one
more time. “There’s plenty left over for your wife. I may even try
to talk Karen into sharing.”

“She probably won’t mind, but I do. Come on,
let’s catch up to your lady. I’m picking up the tab.”

CHAPTER 39

Karen got back to her hotel around midnight,
tiredness catching up to her tenfold. She wasn’t sure if it was the
intensity of covering the PPV, sex with Brett in the locker room,
or having drinks with him and his friends.

She’d just finished her story and emailed it to
Sullivan when her cell phone rang. She wasn’t sure whether or not
she should answer the call at first, since the number flashing on
the Caller ID screen was unfamiliar. Figuring it could be someone
important calling from another location, she chose to answer the
incoming call. “Karen Montgomery.”

“Hi, sweetie, long time, no speak!” a female
voice sang on the other end.

“Sorry?”

“Karen! It’s Kyra Dimes, Brett’s friend.
Remember doing an interview with me?”

“Oh my God! Kyra, I’m sorry for sounding rude.
Yes, I do remember. To whom do I owe the honor of this
call?”

“Just little old me. I tried your office on
Friday, but they said you were on assignment in
Florida.”

“I covered a pay-per-view for Orlando Wrestling
and emailed my story to the boss.”

“I know, just talked to Brett. He was so
excited to see you.”

Excited doesn’t even begin to describe it,
Kyra.
“It was good seeing him again. We
haven’t talked in weeks.”

“Everyone’s been running him ragged. I don’t
know how he keeps up with it all.”

“Brett’s done very well, and I’m proud of him.
You never told me the reason for your call.”

“Oh, that! I wanted to let you know I’m doing a
show in Pittsburgh in a few weeks. I pulled some strings and
suggested Brett be in it too when I found out another guy they
booked had to cancel, and they‘re interested in him. Of course, it
all happened before Brett signed with Orlando Wrestling, so I left
a message with Stephanie Cross’ office to see if she’ll clear his
schedule for that week.”

“Which one?”

“The week following his show in New
York.”

“Ms. Cross has a reputation for being flexible.
I’m sure if Brett won’t have a problem, but it isn’t up to me to
decide.”

“Yeah, too bad. There was something else I
wanted to discuss, but maybe this isn’t the time.”

“What?”

“It might upset you and make you think I’m a
tramp, so better to leave things alone.”

“Kyra, if something’s bothering you, I’m
willing to listen, and the last thing I’d do is judge
you.”

“Promise you won’t be mad?”

“Of course.”

“You know that Brett and I worked together for
about two years, and we got to be good friends.”

“Sure, and he still talks so well about you
from time to time,” Karen said.

“Well, I’ll say up front that what happened
didn’t go any further than friendship. One, I was
—
and still am
—
married, and Brett
doesn’t date anyone who’s married or in a serious relationship. But
one night, I had a fight with my husband. Brett came by my room to
cheer me up. We ended up getting pretty drunk and having
sex.”

“
So? That’s in the past. Sleeping
with a guy once doesn’t make you a tramp.”

“Maybe not, but after that, we started
being
…
well
…
‘friends with benefits,’ if you know what I
mean.”

Karen’s heart sank. She wasn’t naïve to the
fact that men in Brett’s profession had sexual encounters with both
fans and female co-workers, but was a little disappointed to find
out he was sleeping with someone he’d considered a close friend,
and was
a married woman!

Kyra cut into her thoughts as if she knew what
Karen was thinking. “It was just sex, nothing more, for about a
year and a half. We agreed to break off that part of our friendship
after he became serious about you and I agreed to try to work out
my marriage. I’ve met a lot of guys who are total pigs and screw
around on their wives and girlfriends, but when Brett got serious
with you, he didn’t even as much as look at women any more. The man
does not fool around, no matter how horny he is or how certain
women turn him on. He just goes back to his room or whatever,
orders big girl porn, and jacks off.”

Karen broke out laughing, amused by her
brazenness. “Too much information!”

“Well, he
does.
It’s a miracle he
doesn’t go blind. In case you were curious, he used condoms when we
slept together or he was doing fans. Poor guy was always worried
about some random girl coming back and claiming he got her
pregnant, or he’d pick up some disease from the way some of those
girls slept with different wrestlers every night. When Brett forgot
to pack condoms, he’d settle for getting sucked.”

“Hate to tell him, but a guy
can
get
diseases from oral sex too.”

“That’s what I told the little shit when he‘d
forget condoms and wanted me to give him blow jobs instead of
screwing me. I guess most men are into that kind of
thing.”

“He gets tested on a regular basis, at least
that’s what he’s told me.”

“Brett’s diligent about shit like that, so you
won’t have to worry about getting anything.”

Except pregnant.
“I
hope not! He’s the only man I’m seeing.”

“I know. He’s like a junior high kid who
crushes on the prettiest girl in his class when he talks about you.
I think you’re the first serious woman he’s had. I know he didn’t
date in school, or lose his virginity until he was twenty with some
indy wrestler whore about ten years older than he was. Poor guy,
Brett was crushed when he found out she only had sex with him to
win a bet.”

“That’s just cruel. He’s so sweet, any woman
would’ve been lucky to have him. I know I am.”

“Stupid whore only did Brett to win a lousy
hundred bucks when he had a big crush on her. Bitch tossed him
aside like used toilet paper afterward. I swear if I ever see that
tramp, I’m going to beat the living hell out of her for using him.
I think the only good thing to come out of that was his love for
older women.”

Kyra giggled a little. “Maybe I won’t kill her
after all. She probably made more money winning bets opening her
legs for almost every new guy in the business than she did
wrestling, and people say
I’m
a slut. Compared to her, I’m a
born-again virgin. I may have gone to bed with different men for
career reasons
—
not always my idea, by the
way
—
but I didn‘t go around
screwing young guys to win bets. So you don’t hate me for sleeping
with Brett?”

“I respect you for being honest with me. I know
people have certain needs when they‘re away from home for long
periods of time. Better to have Brett as a ‘friend with benefits’
who also treats you with respect, than some random guy who kicks
you aside once he’s finished.”

“I never knew a woman so understanding. Can I
tell you another secret, Karen?”

“Sure.”

“No one else knows about what I’m about to tell
you but my husband and Brett. Both advised me to keep it under
wraps for the sake of my career.”

“What could be so terrible that you have to
keep something a secret?”

“I’m bisexual. I’ve slept with both guys and
women, sometimes both at the same time. Brett
…
well, he wasn’t the only person I was doing the ‘friends
with benefits’ thing with, but he was cool about it. When he and I
worked together, I also had a girlfriend. I won’t say her name,
because she’s a well-known talent and bi too. We shared rooms on
the road, having sex every chance we got and anywhere we could. I
had to keep my ‘sex friend’ thing with Brett from her, because they
didn’t get along very well. She thought he was a smart ass, a bad
influence with the whole pot bullshit, and wanted me to stay away
from him. When she started dating one of the company’s top guys,
she got some power. The funny thing was that she always said I was
better in bed than her boyfriend, but he was helping her career, so
she kept faking orgasms with him.”

“You’re too much, Kyra.”

“In my case, I couldn’t choose who was the
better lover. Both could make me come at least three times in one
night.”

“Between you and me, he has talent in
that
department.”

“
What a stud! Anyway, my
ex-girlfriend also worked hard to keep me from getting released,
but I lost my job anyway because they didn‘t have any story lines
for me.”

“I guess you broke up after that?”

“Yeah, but she still keeps in touch with me and
we still hook up when she’s in town.”

“Your husband’s okay with you being with
women?”

“Okay with it?
Honey, he had me pick up
one and bring her home to have a two-girl threesome for his
birthday!”

“Every man’s fantasy. Nothing like keeping the
fire in your marriage.”

“Too bad Brett doesn’t do men, or I’d brought
him home for a two-
guy
threesome for my birthday when he and
I were hooking up. Not to sound like a slut, but that‘s
my
fantasy.”

“You are one kinky lady. No wonder you and
Brett get along so well.”

“You ever done them?”

“Done what?”

“Been with another girl in a threesome or had
sex with two guys.”

“No, the wildest thing I’ve done so far was
impromptu sex with Brett in a locker room and shower.”

“Ooooh, I know what you mean about the locker
room thing, we did that too, only
I
attacked
him,“
Kyra laughed. “But you don’t know what you’re missing having a
threesome with a guy and another girl. If you get a bi woman like
me, you don’t even have to do anything. She’d have more fun getting
you
off.”

“Uh
…
yeah.”

You’re very pretty, Karen. I like girls with
some meat on them, especially when they have big boobs and some
ass. Our tastes in women is another thing Brett and I have in
common. You’ve thought about girl on girl sex at least once, right?
Most of my straight friends have.”

“Maybe once or twice, but I never acted on
it.”

“I have an idea, but I better not say anything
or you’ll think I’m a freak and Brett might kill me.”

“Tell me. He’s a big boy, and I‘ve heard almost
everything in my lifetime, so I doubt you‘d come off as a
freak.”

“Ever since I saw his layout in
Men in the
Raw,
then trying to get him in the show that will be near you,
I thought the three of us could get together for a little
fun.”

Sex with Brett
and
Kyra?
Karen was
speechless.

“We won’t have to do a threesome if neither of
you want to. Just hang out and see what happens. I hope you don’t
think I’m too forward, but you’re just beautiful and I can see why
Brett is crazy about you. Like you said, two girls are every guy’s
fantasy.”

“I’ll
…
think about
it.”

“Don’t know what you’re missing not being done
by another woman.”

“We’ll see. For now, I have to get to sleep so
I can catch my flight tomorrow. It was nice talking to you, Kyra.
Get in touch with me when you’re in town and we can go to
lunch.”