2 comments/ 32819 views/ 11 favorites Helping Melina By: Rapaxe The WWE has changed alot since this storyline began so there are indescrepancies between the story and real life. I apologise for this. This is a very storyline driven chapter so if you have not read others in the series I suggest you do so first. The stories in chronological order are as follows: Helping Torrie Wilson Helping Torrie Wilson Ch. 2 Helping The WWE Divas Helping Himself Helping Himself Ch. 2 Helping Stephanie McMahon Helping Melina I hope you enjoy. ******************************* Kyle's eyes parted as he felt the plane shudder. Torrie was sitting next to him, her face pressed up against the glass as they rolled along the pavement of the runway. Joy was sitting opposite him, a gentle smile on her face as he awoke, and he smiled back. The rest of the cabin was empty and he briefly wondered where Ryan and Dawn were before Torrie gave him a peck on the cheek. 'Good Morning.' She said to him, a bright smile on her face as she looked into his eyes. 'How did you sleep?' Kyle asked both Torrie and Joy as he watched a jet roll past them. 'Reasonable.' Joy said. 'Okay I suppose.' Torrie replied. 'But I woke up half way through the flight and you weren't here.' 'Oh yeh. Just a bit of air sickness.' Kyle explained, averting his eyes. 'But I feel a lot better now.' He said, grabbing her hand and squeezing it with a smile on his face. It was, of course, a lie. He had been in Stephanie McMahon's private lounge joining the mile high club with the Billion Dollar Princess. Not only that, but she had told him that until she was pregnant, he would basically be fucking her as much as possible. It hadn't been mentioned, but he knew this was one arrangement that wasn't to be public knowledge. Just then, there was a commotion behind him, and Kyle turned around to see Ryan and Dawn Marie stumble out of the bathroom together. She was busily trying to pull her skirt down while simultaneously pulling her heel on, and the result meant that Ryan was struggling to keep her upright. After a little trouble, they found their way to their seats across from Kyle and managed to sit down. An awkward silence fell over the group as everyone knew what had just occurred. It was strange considering the five of them had fucked simultaneously in a limo the day before with no problems at all, but alcohol had been involved and it seemed some of them were a little self-conscious. The jet had barely rolled to a stop before the ladder door had swung down and Stephanie McMahon had appeared from her private cabin and exited the plane. The rest of them followed suit and exited, Kyle last of all. Stepping down from the plane, Kyle could see two limos, one of which did not have a WWE logo. 'Kyle, Ryan. If you'll come with me. Girls, I'll see you at the show.' Stephanie said, motioning the divas to the second limo. Both Joy and Torrie kissed Kyle on the cheek as they left, and Dawn simply groped Ryan's ass a little as a good bye. They rode in silence to whatever their destination, Stephanie tapping away on her laptop and Ryan trying to get Kyle's attention with hand signals which he assumed were in reference to Ryan's plane adventure. Kyle simply ignored him and watched as the city rolled by, and was surprised when they finally rolled to a stop in front of WWE Headquarters. Amazingly, Kyle had not even thought to have asked where they were going, and it appeared they were in Greenwich, Connecticut. Kyle and Ryan followed Stephanie inside, riding the elevator up to the top floor. Kyle looked over at Stephanie. She was wearing a blue business jacket with a blue skirt that fell to just above her knees. Her white button up top had the top two buttons undone, making it easy to imagine what was below the fabric. Her hair was perfectly straight, leaving no trace of the ravaging she had received on the plane. And Kyle's thoughts were now wandering to what might happen if Ryan wasn't here. She would slam the emergency stop button and grab him by the shirt, pulling him to her body. He would rip open her white shirt, buttons popping everywhere as he marauded her breasts with his tongue and she moaned in ecstasy. He would turn her around and slam her against the glass, ripping her skirt off, pulling aside her underwear and plowing his throbbing penis into her cunt again and again as she watched herself getting fucked in the mirrors of the elevator... Kyle tried to subtly reach down and rearrange his crotch as the elevator doors slid open. Stephanie noticed, but ignored it as she led them down the halls of the building, finally coming to a stop in front of a door that exhibited her name. 'Ryan, can you please wait in the room down the hall?' she motioned to the appropriate door. 'I'm sure you're hungry and that's our lunch room. I just need to speak with Kyle for a few minutes. Thank you.' She turned, not waiting for a response, and unlocked her office, holding the door open for Kyle to enter. It was a pretty standard office. A desk and a couch, with a glass wall on one side for a reasonable view. There were a few posters on the wall of various WWE moments, a couple of filing cabinets and book shelf. Stephanie locked the door behind her and then walked behind her desk. 'Please, sit.' Kyle sat lazily on the couch as Stephanie rummaged through a draw, finally pulling out a remote control and pressing a button. A blind slowly lowered itself to the floor in front of the glass window, blocking the office off from sight. 'Now,' Stephanie said, kicking off her shoes and walking slowly over to Kyle. 'We have a task that needs attention.' Kneeling in front of him, she unzipped his pants, pulling them to his ankles. Grinning up at him, she lowered her face into his lap, and using only her tongue began to play with Kyle's limp penis. Her tongue slathered saliva over him, and Kyle sighed gently as his erection took form. Kyle's foreskin peeled back as his cock reach full length and Stephanie's mouth enveloped him for the first time. He moaned outwardly as she sucked softly on his member, her tongue massaging his head as the warmth caressed his senses. Using both hands, Stephanie hitched her skirt over her hips, then reached inside of her panties to play with her flaps gently. Kyle's hands stroked Stephanie's hair as she licked up and down the sides of his cock while she slowly slid a finger inside her own cunt. Stephanie grabbed Kyle's cock, with her free hand, jacking it slowly as she sat on her own hand and moaned. Kyle reached forward, unbuttoning her white top to allow her breasts to break free. Sitting back, he watched as Stephanie fingered her own cunt, her other hand sliding up and down his solid cock, her eyes closed in pleasure. Longing for more, Kyle reached forward and pulled Stephanie back down, her lips swallowing his swollen glans. Stephanie deposited another two fingers into her pussy, sliding them in and out as she feverishly sucked on Kyle's cock. Kyle had his hand on the back of her head as it moved up and down, her breast bumping against his knees in the motion. Suddenly Steph deep throated him and Kyle moaned loudly in pleasure. Stephanie's head bobbed up and down on Kyle's meat in unison with her fingers, which were thoroughly penetrating her sopping wet cunt. Her pace was quickening every moment and Kyle's moans increased in intensity. Stephanie moved her hand from Kyle's cock to her clit as she continued to work her way to orgasm. Kyle began to thrust his hips towards her face, fucking her throat with his cock. Stephanie began to whimper heavily as her breast bounced against his knees and her pussy dripped with juices. Sensing her nearing orgasm, Kyle stopped her, picking her up and bending her face down upon her desk. He lifted her skirt up, ripping her panties down and quickly slamming his throbbing dick inside her hungry snatch. Stephanie moaned in pleasure as he grabbed her shoulders with his hands, and began to slam himself deep inside her. Her breasts rubbed against the cold wood of her desk, her nipples hard as rock as his balls slapped against her ass and the office reverberated with the sound. She was moaning with every thrust now and his grunts grew fierce as he grabbed her hair with his right hand, pulling her head back so she squealed in pain. 'Fuck! Yes... Fuck my cunt! Give me your seed you whore! Fuck me!' She yelled as he thrust inside of her pussy with all intentions of breaking her. Her squeals of pleasure and pain silenced, as she came in one soft moan, her head falling to the desk in exhaustion as Kyle continued to plough her snatch. Grabbing her ass, Kyle began to jism fiercely, his orgasm causing him to spasm inside of her as rope after rope of semen filled her cunt. She moaned as she felt his semen inside her and sighed as he removed his shrinking penis from her dripping snatch. Still gasping from her exertions Steph pulled her panties up and her skirt down. Placing a finger on her telephone, she said loudly, 'That boy is here to see you.' Kyle heard a familiar voice respond with a confirmation. 'Down the hall, to your right. The secretary will let you know when he's ready.' Stephanie said in an indifferent tone, seemingly oblivious to all that had occurred. Kyle, taking this as a dismissal, quickly stepped outside the office. Ryan was waiting there not-so patiently. 'What was that about?' 'Come with me.' Kyle said, ignoring the question. He rounded the corner into a secretary's office, the middle aged lady sitting before him was on the phone. 'Take a seat.' She mumbled before continuing her conversation. Ryan and Kyle sat in the chairs lined against the wall looking around the office. 'So what was that?' Ryan asked in a whisper. 'What was what?' 'Come on. That. Back there. May I speak with him alone? Please. She must have had something to say.' 'It was nothing.' Kyle replied defensively. 'She just wanted to iron out a few details of the trip.' 'Well then why wasn't I in there? I'm part of this too.' 'I don't know.' 'Oh come on!' Ryan all but shouted. The secretary looked up at him with a displeased expression. 'I saw you go into Stephanie's cabin last night, and you didn't come out for about three hours.' He was looking for a reaction but Kyle didn't flinch. 'I was having a drink. Plus she wanted me to sign a couple of injury wavers for the show.' Kyle didn't know where the excuse was coming from but he would've believed it. Ryan couldn't know... yet. Ryan looked displeased. 'He'll see you now gentlemen.' The secretary said, motioning to the door behind her. As Kyle was about to reach the door it swung open and a beaming Vince Kennedy McMahon was standing on the other side. 'Welcome gentlemen. Please come in, sit down.' He said, holding his hand out for them both to shake and closing the door behind them. 'I'm assuming because you're wrestling fans you know who I am. But just for pleasantries I'm Vince McMahon, nice to meet you.' 'I'm Kyle Cunningham. A surprise, and pleasure to meet you Mr.McMahon.' Kyle replied, sitting in a chair opposite his desk. 'Please. Call me Vince. And you are?' His eyes moved to Ryan who seemed a little shocked. 'Sorry. Ferguson... I mean Ryan Ferguson.' He said, breaking out of his stupor. 'Much like James Bond.' Vince replied, not at all bothered by the effect he was having. 'So! You're the men that saved my divas, and of course, the man who saved my show.' He said motioning to Kyle. 'I don't know about that sir, we just...' 'It's Vince. And I know what you did. You got yourself two fractured ribs while saving Dawn and Amy Weber from an assault. You can be humble elsewhere Kyle. I'm just letting you know that the WWE really appreciates what you did and I would personally like to thank you both for it. ' 'Like I said, sir..' 'Vince.' He interrupted. 'Sorry. Like I said Vince. We really didn't do anything and this trip is more than enough thanks. Not to mention the way you took care of my hospital bills as well. In fact I should be thanking you.' 'Nonsense. You both deserve all this and more. In fact, is there anything at all that I can help you with while you are here?' 'Well,' Ryan said, piping up, 'My nose is still in a fair bit of pain. Is there any chance I could get some painkillers?' 'Not a problem. I'll get Stephanie to have one of the trainers take a look at it and prescribe you some. Anything else?' He asked, a smiling still beaming across his face. Both of them shook their heads. 'Any other men in your situation would have been a lot more demanding. Well, we will not let this act go unappreciated. Has Stephanie discussed with you the length of this vacation you're taking?' Once again they shook their heads. 'Well that's the first thing we'll have to clarify. How does two months sound to you? All on us of course.' Kyle and Ryan looked at each other with excitement. 'That sounds great. Thank you Vince. But it really is too much.' 'Like I said. You deserve much more. Now, I don't mean to be rude but I have a lot of work to do. Stephanie will clear up the finer details. Once again, thank you gentleman.' He said, standing and shaking both their hands. 'Thank you. Nice to have met you Vince.' Kyle said as he left. They were half way down the hall and just out of earshot when Ryan turned to Kyle. 'Holy shit dude! That was Vince McMahon. And he was pretty much kissing our asses.' When they reached Stephanie's office the door was wide open and Stephanie was sitting behind her desk rustling papers. 'Please, come in. I have need of you both this time. Our legal team will be drawing up some papers to finalise the details of your trip. So far I have gone under the impression that you would not have a problem flying in the corporate jet to each event, staying in the hotel that the superstars sleep, separate rooms of course, receiving entry to all gyms and private events at each venue, as well as front row tickets to all events you will attend. You'll mainly be travelling with the Raw franchise but we will also be taking you to Smackdown and ECW events where possible. All expenses paid, including mini bar, hotel bar tabs and room service, and VIP access to backstage at all events. Have I missed anything?' Too stunned to respond, Kyle and Ryan just shook their heads. 'Excellent. Kyle, I also need you to sign these. They're simply a waver to say you did not sustain any damage during the show in Brisbane. I'm sorry to do this to you.' Kyle took the papers from Stephanie as he felt Ryan glaring at him. He'd need a good explanation if he was going to get out of this one. Hopefully he wouldn't be alone with Ryan for some time. After a brief read through, Kyle signed the papers and handed them back. 'Kyle. I was also wondering, if, as an extra thank you we might be able to entice you to judge a bikini contest tonight at the ECW taping. I felt you had confidence in the ring and did well to save our show in Brisbane. Of course you're free to say no...' 'Absolutely.' Kyle replied. 'Excellent. Now, the limo is out front. It will take you back to the hotel to get cleaned up and go to the show. Unless, of course, there is anything else?' 'My clothes. I never got a chance to pack.' Kyle finally realized. 'It's alright dude. I covered that before we left.' Ryan replied standing to leave. 'Your suitcases are already in your rooms. And any other clothes you may need will be more than covered by the WWE.' Stephanie said. 'The divas can take you shopping.' She winked at him as they left. ************************************** 'Alright man. It's about time you told me what was going on.' Ryan said to Kyle. They were on their way to the arena in a limo. 'What do you mean?' 'Don't fuckin play that card on me man. She just wanted me to sign a waver... There was no fucking waver! I saw her force one on you. You're fucking Stephanie aren't you?' Ryan asked. 'Ha. Fuck off mate. You have the most active imagination.' Kyle quickly turned and punched Ryan in the arm. Ryan was about to retaliate when he saw where Kyle was indicating. The driver was looking directly at them in the rear view mirror. Ryan took the hint. They arrived at the arena and the limo pulled up to the performer's entrance. Joy was waiting for them. 'Quick, this way. I've got to go get ready. It takes forever to get ready for a bikini contest. Although my best contest was in Brisbane and I wasn't even ready for that one.' She winked at Kyle. Joy guided them through a few halls and corridors. She stopped in front of a door. 'This is the Women's Locker Room.' Ryan made a move to go inside, but Joy blocked his path. 'There's more than just Torrie, Dawn and I in there, and not all of them are clothed.' Ryan didn't look at all hesitant. 'Or as open.' She insisted. 'I was joking.' Ryan tried to convince her. 'Sure you were.' Kyle said. 'Should we just wait out here then?' 'Oh, I'm not going to see you until the bikini contest. You are going to host it aren't you?' Joy asked Kyle. 'Stephanie mentioned it. Who am I to turn an offer like that down?' 'Good. Well then if you go down this hall, turn left and then right that should take you to the curtain. The program director will talk you through it.' With that, she turned and disappeared inside the locker room. 'Bummer, man. I wanted to go in.' Ryan said. 'I know you did.' After a short walk they came to a busy area with cables, ladders and lots of personel running around with purpose. There was a tall, confident looking woman with a clipboard who seemed to be running the show. 'Excuse me. We were told to go to the program director to get our orders.' Kyle said. She looked at them with disdain and in a hurried and indifferent voice she said, 'Who are you? Stagehands, security, lighting?' 'We're... umm.' Kyle paused. 'Hurry up, spit it out, I'm on a deadline!' 'We're Stephanie McMahon's guests.' Her expression changed significantly. 'I'm very sorry. I had no idea. I thought Joy was going... well, never mind.' She backtracked quickly and then changed the subject, quickly going into details about the role Kyle would play in the show. She then excused herself to resume her duties. 'Well, we have an hour to kill. How bout we hit the catering?' Ryan obviously had no problem using is VIP luxuries, but Kyle still felt that the WWE had done too much. He reluctantly accompanied Kyle to the catering area. There were a few stagehands and security guys sitting there, but no superstars as Ryan scoffed his face with sandwiches. He was beginning to get impatient until John Cena strolled up and grabbed a sandwich. 'Hey, you're those guys that saved Dawn and Amy in Australia. What was your name again?' He asked, extending his hand. 'Kyle.' 'And you're the guy that thought that that aspirin was morphine. Ha!' He laughed, shaking Ryan's hand. Ryan nearly choked. 'Aspirin?' he asked. They moved to a nearby table after Cena had grabbed a bottle of water. 'I'd heard Stephanie had brought you along but I didn't really believe it. WWE never do this. Stephanie must really like you two.' 'Or Kyle.' Ryan received a kick under the table and barely contained his yelp. 'You guys must be fans. Who are your favorite wrestlers?' 'Batista.' Ryan said. 'Typical.' Cena replied with a smile. 'I suppose you used to like Brock Lesnar too.' 'No.' Ryan said. 'Yeh he did.' Kyle said as Ryan went to grab some more food. 'I've got a few though. The Rock is probably my favorite ever. And I used to be a fan of yours...' 'Used to be?' Cena smiled quizzically. 'Well that was before you turned face. Now they're just slamming you down our throats as the bloke who supports the troops. Don't get me wrong, you're still a great wrestler. I just felt your last character was better. I understand what the character does for the country, but I'm not American. And it seemed for a while that the fans over here were getting sick of it too.' Helping Melina Cena smiled. 'Yeh. I reckon its time for a change to but I'm not sure it'll happen til the war is over.' He took a sip of water. 'What current wrestlers do you like?' 'I mainly go for heels. I find them more interesting. Mr. Kennedy is probably the best at the moment.' Kyle said, looking around for Ryan. 'I'll mention it to him. He'll appreciate that. I'd introduce you but he's not here tonight. I gotta get going though. Enjoy the show.' Left alone, Kyle could not see Ryan at all. Soon all the people in the catering area had dispersed and Kyle was left alone. 'You're looking a bit lonely there.' Kyle looked up to see a woman standing next to the catering table grasping an apple. She was fairly short with long brown hair. Her dark skin was flawless and the tight black top she wore showed ample cleavage. She wore a short red skirt which teased Kyle's eyes with its promises. Her legs were smooth and perfectly shaped, her dark skin suggesting an exotic taste. 'You're that guy from Australia aren't you?' Melina said as she walked over to him. 'The one that saved Dawn and Amy.' 'Well I had help.' He replied. She sat on the table, pulling a chair up to her and using it as a footrest. With only a meter separating them, Kyle could see every flawless part of Melina, and he was drawn to her dark, sexy eyes as they flirted with him. 'Hi. I'm...' Melina placed a hand up to silence him. 'I don't really care. No offense.' She looked down at her apple nonchalantly. 'I understand you're judging the bikini contest tonight. Lucky you.' She said, her eyes widening in fake excitement. 'Yeh well, Stephanie's generous.' He replied, with a faint hint of a smile. 'Stephanie just doesn't want you to sue her father's company. She's afraid the incident with Amy at the Brisbane show could cost her big bucks. And ruin the WWE's image.' 'If that's the way you want to see it.' 'Oh I do. The WWE is all about image.' Melina continued. 'Take the divas for example. It's ALL about image there. I don't have a chance in hell against those girls tonight.' Kyle was shocked. 'Sure you do. You're gorgeous.' Melina smiled cunningly. 'You think so?' Placing her apple on the table, she stood up, walking over to Kyle. She lifted one leg over him and straddled him. She ran her hands across his chest, her eyes looking up at him seductively. 'Because I'm sure that you and I can come to some sort of...' She took his hands and placed them firmly on her breasts. '...arrangement.' 'What sort of arrangement?' Kyle said, gently squeezing her enormous breasts through her shirt. She sighed and leaned back, her hair falling behind her and her eyes closed. Kyle began to squeeze her breasts a little fiercer as his cock hardened beneath her warm crotch. Melina felt this and grinned, her eyes opening. 'Oh... nothing specific.' She said, now starting to grind herself against Kyle's now hard cock through his pants. She moaned loudly and leaned into him as his dick rubbed fiercely against her pussy. The smell of Melina's hair was intoxicating as Kyle reached down and squeezed Melina's ass tight beneath her skirt, and it was clear that she was only wearing a thong. 'But that is of course...' Melina stood up and picked up her apple, taking a bite and walking away apathetically. '... only if I win tonight.' Shaking his head in disbelief after she was gone, Kyle looked at his watch and decided it was time to take his seat, whether Ryan was back or not. ************************************** Just after the second match of the night, as Kyle was told, Tazz got in the ring with a microphone ready to announce the bikini contest. Ryan was still no where to be seen so Kyle had been relatively bored until this point. 'ECW!' Tazz yelled. The crowd cheered loudly. 'It is now time for our bikini contest.' The crowd cheered even louder. 'Not only will this contest have the sexiest women in ECW, but it will also have the sexiest women from Raw and Smackdown as well!' The crowd roared its appreciation. 'Unfortunately for me. I will not be your host.' The crowd fell silent. 'It has been decided that one of YOU will be.' The fans erupted in unison at the amazing opportunity, everybody in the crowd raising their hands in the hope that Tazz picked them. Kyle played with the crowd raising his hand and shouting to be picked. Sure enough, Tazz stopped in front of him and then picked Kyle. The crowd booed heavily as Kyle stepped over the rail, taking the offered microphone from Tazz and rolling into the ring. He looked around at the crowd as they all looked solely at him. It was daunting, but at the same time exhilarating. 'Well what are we waiting for? Let's get some divas out here!' Kyle yelled and they forgot all about him, erupting into cheers as a chorus of divas burst from the entrance way in robes, waving to the crowd. One by one Torrie, Joy, Brooke, Layla, Kelly, Maria, Candice and Melina entered the ring as Kyle parted the roped for them, lining up in a line facing the main cameras in the rafters. 'Ladies. Here are the rules. You each will have 15 seconds to show us what you've got under those robes. At the end, I will decide the winner. Now, who wants to go first?' Maria stepped forward, untying her robe. Music began to play and she let the robe fall of her shoulders to the floor revealing a thoroughly skimpy bikini and a gorgeous body. Joy, Candice and Torrie all stepped forward one by one, removing their robes to cheers from the crowd. After Candice had finished, Kelly stepped forward whispering something into Kyle's ear. 'I have just been informed that Extreme Expose wish to be judged together.' Kyle said to the crowd. 'What do you think?' He said. The crowd erupted. Kyle just shrugged his shoulders. The three of them stepped forward, surrounding Kyle in the center of the ring. Simultaneously they ripped opened up their robes to him, first one side, then the other. Then dropping them to the floor, they closed in on Kyle, Layla and Brooke at his side and Kelly at his front. Kyle was oblivious to the crowd as they all turned away from him, pressing their barely clothed bodies back against him. He could feel their warm skin against him as they all squatted and stood, rubbing their asses against him the entire time. Kyle was speechless. They squatted again, but this time Layla and Brooke knelt down, turning around and placing a hand each on the inside of his leg. Kelly, however, stood again, this time continuing to bend over as her ass grinded up Kyle's body to his cock which had already hardened beneath his baggy pants. He knew Kelly would have no doubt felt it, but she continued to dance to the music. Layla and Brooke, the Vixens of ECW ran their hands slowly up the inside of Kyle's leg, stopping just short of his balls and holding a pose for the camera. The music stopped and Kelly fell back towards Kyle. Kyle had no choice but to catch her, wrapping his arms around her waste and supporting her weight with ease. After holding the pose for what seemed like forever, Kyle released Kelly from his grasp. He was surprised to feel a peck on each cheek from Layla and Brooke, and was even more shocked to receive a soft, closed mouth kiss from Kelly. 'That performance will be hard...' she chanced a glance at his crotch, '... to beat I'd say.' She said, smiling and returning to the line. Kyle didn't have any time to comment on their performance before Melina grabbed the microphone from his hand. 'You know what?' She said to the crowd. 'I'm so sexy, that I don't even need a bikini to win this bikini contest.' She untied her robe, allowing it to drop to the floor. She was still wearing the black top and short skirt from earlier, and the crowd erupted in a chorus of boos as Melina shouted back at them. Kyle gave the crowd the chance to cheer for their favorite. Not surprisingly, Extreme Expose had won them over. 'With that in mind, it is my pleasure to announce that tonight's winner is...' Melina strutted forward confidently. 'Extreme Expose!' The crowd roared its approval as Melina stood shocked. Then her face slowly turned into a fierce scowl as she turned around and slapped Kelly Kelly. It was, however, scripted that there was to be a fight after the bikini contest, so there was no need for Kyle to break it up this time. *********************************** 'Looks like you enjoyed yourself up there mate.' Ryan said as Kyle sat back in his seat. Lots of other fans were patting him on the back and making a fuss, and one fan even asked him for his autograph. 'When did you drop in? And where were you?' He asked as he signed his name on a handkerchief, hopefully unused.. 'I got in just after you started talking. You sucked by the way.' 'Thanks.' 'And I'll tell you what I was doing as soon as you tell me what...' Ryan lowered his voice now, '...the fuck is going on with you and Stephanie.' 'Now's not the time buddy.' He said. Neither of them had any interest in the main event, so they offered their seats to some people behind them and headed backstage. Finding nothing interesting, they moved to back to the performer's entrance where they were told a limo would arrive shortly. Moving off to the side, away from security, Ryan finally persuaded Kyle to tell him what was going on. 'You fucking swear you aren't going to tell a fucking sole?' 'Yes. I swear now fucking tell me man.' Sighing outwardly, Kyle told him. 'Stephanie wants me to get her pregnant.' 'Fuck you man! I knew you weren't gonna fucking tell me. You can suck my balls.' Ryan stormed away from him, jumping into the limo that had just pulled up. It pulled away from him and Kyle was left standing, shocked. 'He's not the only one who should be pissed at you.' Kyle turned around to see Melina, a sports bag over one shoulder waiting by the door. 'I'll give you a lift to the hotel if you want.' She began walking down the street, one of the security guards following her. She waved him off, signaling that she had an escort and continued to walk. 'Should be pissed?' Kyle asked when he caught up to her. She was walking a fair pace for such a short woman. 'You don't really think I'd care if I won do you?' She grinned up at him. 'It was just a bit of fun. And besides, my character has to do arrogant things like that all the time. It just makes it more interesting if I think I have a chance of winning.' 'You would've if you'd been wearing a bikini.' Kyle replied. They arrived at her car, jumping inside and racing off. Melina sped the short distance to the hotel, parking in the undercover carpark. They jumped in the elevator, Melina pressing level 9 and Kyle pressing 11. 'So Stephanie really is treating you well?' 'Yeh. I kind of feel guilty.' Kyle said. The elevator was mirrored right the way around and the floor was carpeted a deep maroon. Fluorescent lights shone done from above as they rose. 'Well I'd take advantage of the situation if I were... what the fuck was that?' Melina yelled as the lift halted suddenly and the elevator lights flickered off. 'Oh no, no, no, no, no... this is not happening to me.' Her breathing was erratic and she sounded panicky. 'I've got to get out of here.' 'Melina relax.' Kyle said as he scanned the darkness. She was somewhere in front of him, searching the wall for an exit. 'No, you don't understand. I have to get out of here. I'm claustrophic. I can't be here. I can't die like this.' 'Melina, where not going to die. We're perfectly safe.' He tried to reason with her as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. 'No we're not!' She yelled at him. 'We're in a metal box and we're hanging by a rope thirty feet in the air! I've got to get this door open.' She was trying to pry the doors apart with her hands. Kyle rushed forward, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her away from the door. She fought at him, frantic to escape her prison. 'Let me go you little shit! I'm not gonna die in here!' 'Melina, if the doors open without a manual override of the system the elevator goes into free fall.' She immediately stopped fighting. 'We're safe as long as we stay put. The lift is in lockdown. We can't go anywhere until they fix it from outside' He said to her, finally releasing her. Kyle didn't know if any of it was true but he figured it was the best way to get her to stop panicking. Besides, her fear was beginning to get infectious. 'But what if we run out of air...' she pleaded. 'We have enough air to last for hours in this lift.' He said. Her eyes widened in fear, so he added. 'And look... I can lift this panel out of the roof and we'll have enough air for a week.' He popped it out of its slot and could see nothing but darkness above. 'Besides,' he said, pulling her into a hug to comfort her, 'these things usually take only minutes to fix.' The lights above them flickered lightly and Kyle saw tears flowing down Melina's cheek in the brief moment of light. 'See? There already working on it.' He saw a flicker of a smile through the darkness. 'Hello? Is anyone there?' Melina jumped a mile and Kyle held her to stop her from panicking. The voice came from their left, obviously from a speaker in the elevator. 'If your there, press the button down here to talk.' Kyle searched with his free hand, finally managing to find it. 'Yeh. We're in here.' He said, unsure of what to say. 'Hi. Umm.... We're doing what we can to find out the problem. It seems a wire has come loose somewhere...' Melina began to cry again, collapsing against Kyle in fear. 'Ah, mate could you please rephrase that? I'm sure it's not that severe is it.' Kyle responded as he hugged a trembling Melina. He could feel her body warm against his, her large breasts pressing up against his stomach and her hot breathe of his neck. It was entirely involuntary that blood began to flow to his cock. 'Oh yes. Of course. I'm sorry. We have a problem with the electricity. You're perfectly safe. We're doing what we can to get you out. Shouldn't be any longer than half an hour.' And then they were gone. 'You hear that Melina? Perfectly safe. We're absolutely fine.' He said, slowly releasing his hug as she calmed down. His cock was fully erect now and was straining to be free from his pants. 'All you've got to do is find something else to focus on.' The lift lurched suddenly and Melina leapt at him, throwing her arms around him and pressing her tightly against his body. He felt his cock pressed between them and Melina looked up at him through the darkness. 'I think I've found something else to focus on.' She said, all fear forgotten as she rubbed his cock through his pants. Kyle groaned loudly and leaned back against the mirror in the darkness, Melina's hand rubbing his cock while her free hand reached inside his shirt to caress his chest. Chills ran down his spine as her hands touched his skin, his cock pulsating under her attention. Stopping momentarily, she used both hands to lift his shirt over his head and ripping her own shirt off. Her enormous tits bounced free and Kyle immediately began to caress them with his touch as Melina removed his belt. She threw it across the elevator, moaning loudly as Kyle groped her huge tits. Kyle stepped out of his pants as she pulled them to his ankles, rising against and kissing his chest before once again rubbing his cock through his boxer shorts. Kyle groaned in pleasure, taking hold of Melina and slamming her into the corner. Trapping her there with his body, he licked and sucked at her neck, reaching down to gently rub her pussy through her panties beneath her skirt. Melina moaned loudly and began to rub her own breasts sensually, allowing Kyle to do whatever he wanted with her. He lifted her skirt above her waist, guiding a hand inside of her lace panties towards her dripping snatch. He rang a finger along the flaps of her hairless pussy as Melina breathed heavily and rubbed her own tits. 'Play with my clit.' She said and Kyle obeyed, eliciting an excited squeal from Melina. She pinched her nipple fiercely as Kyle flicked his index finger back and forth across her clit. He lowered her lips to her left nipple, sucking on it softly and licking it with his tongue. He felt her hands on his head pushing him towards her crotch. Kyle knelt before this goddess, taking his time to kiss her body on the way down. He hooked his fingers around the sides of her panties, pulling them to her ankles. Melina could not kick them off fast enough and she spread her legs and closed her eyes in preparation of the pleasure that was to come. Kyle ran both of his hands up the back of her sexy legs, caressing and squeezing her delicious ass before once again toying gently with her clitoris. Melina shuddered slightly and moaned, her hands still mauling her own chest in ecstasy. Kneeling forward, Kyle kissed the inside of her legs, slowly kissing his way closer to her waiting snatch. Melina held her breath in anticipation. A tongue flicked against her pussy lips and she squeaked softly, her knees shaking slightly. Teasing her, Kyle then went back to kissing her inner thighs, where her pussy juices were already flowing down her skin. Frustrated, Melina grunted her disapproval, reaching down to finger herself. Kyle pushed her hand away, continuing to tease the exotic beauty. Parting her lips with his index finger, Kyle inserted two fingers inside her cunt, eliciting gasps from Melina as he moved them quickly in and out of her wet snatch. She squealed loudly with each insertion, her hands grasping for a hold against the glass of the mirrors. She screamed as Kyle's tongue began to flick at her clit, her wet pussy feeling the heat of his breathe. Her hands grasped at his hair as he continued to lick her pussy, his hands now forcing her cunt into his face. Melina's squeals were interspersed between deep and hurried breaths as she struggled to contain her pleasure. After a couple of minutes of this Kyle stood up, pressing Melina back against the corner. She reached to his underwear, pushing them down to his knees and grabbing his hardened cock in her hands. She placed it at the entrance to her snatch, feeling it part her lips. She moaned loudly as she felt Kyle's cock slide deep inside her, lifting her slightly off the ground. Slowly, Kyle pulled himself back in and out of her velvet snatch, moaning at the warmth of her pussy around his throbbing cock. He felt one of her hands grab his ass while the other grabbed her hair. One of her legs wrapped itself behind him as she stood on one leg and pulled him inside her. The lights flickered on and suddenly Kyle was watching himself fuck Melina, her ass and back pressed firmly against the glass of the two mirrors. This sight compelled him, and he quickened his pace. His thrusts became faster and faster as Melina screamed her pleasure, their movements causing the elevator to bounce as he fucked her cunt with stroke after stroke. Melina watched herself get ravaged by a stranger in an elevator as her orgasm threatened to overcome her. He bit her neck as he struggled to hold back an orgasm that was long overdue. Suddenly the lift began to move downward and they both looked around them to figure out what was going on. Simultaneously they stopped and Kyle's cock slid from Melina's cunt as the frantic race to get clothed began. Melina was clothed first, simply pulling her skirt down, her shirt on and crumpling her panties in her hand. Kyle struggled to find his leg holes in his pants and tripped over, finally managing to do up his pants before the lift doors opened on ground floor. Kyle sat there shirtless, looking up at the hotel's night manager and trying to hide his belt behind him. 'Hot in here.' He said to the man, who stood there speechless. Melina pressed the close button and the doors slid shut. They both burst into laughter as the lift rose again. Kyle gathered the rest of his clothes and stood up just as the doors opened up on the seventh floor. Melina stepped out into the hall and disappeared so Kyle pressed the level nine button and put on his shirt. Helping Melina In the nick of time, an arm slid itself between the lasers and the doors opened up. 'Do you really think I'm finished with you, you fucking moron?' She said, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him to her door. She unlocked it and pulled him inside, immediately tugging at his pants and pulling them down. She shoved him backward onto the bed and he fell, his ankles still trapped in his pants. Quickly she pulled down his boxers, revealing his shrinking cock. 'We can't have this now can we?' She said. He looked up at her as she dropped her skirt to her feet and ripped her shirt off, her gorgeous body on display for him. She placed her left foot on the bed, spreading her legs for him to see her pussy. Then she began to moan as she rubbed her own slit with two perfectly manicured fingers. Immediately Kyle's cock began to harden again, and Melina began to insert first one, then two fingers inside her own cunt. She leaned back, her eyes shut and sighed heavily as she pleasured herself. Finally kicking off his pants, Kyle sat up, removing his shirt and turning around. He lay down so his eyes were directly beneath Melina's snatch. He reached his right hand down to his cock, slowly beginning to stroke it as he watched Melina toy with herself. Using his free hand, he reached up and grabbed Melina's hand, adding two of his fingers to her penetration. Kyle continued to jack off as he and Melina plunged their fingers inside of her wet pussy, her moans louder than ever before. Melina stopped and stood up, before kneeling with her knees either side of Kyle's face. She leaned forward, grabbing Kyle's cock and sliding her hot mouth over its head, her tongue massaging it thoroughly. Kyle moaned in approval as he pulled her pussy down to his face and his inserted his tongue inside her pussy. He felt Melina suck hard on his cock and he reached up and spanked her ass in approval. She moaned her pleasure into him and continued to suck his pole. Kyle began to flick his tongue against her clit and in response Melina impaled herself on his cock. Kyle grunted loudly as she deep throated him, swallowing with her throat and causing Kyle to buck in pleasure. Not wanting him to cum yet, Melina sat up, moaning softly every time Kyle's tongue flicked her clitoris. She reached a hand down to her snatch, using her index finger to rub her bud hard as Kyle went to town on her cunt, ploughing his tongue deep inside her. Fearing she was about to orgasm herself, she rose herself off her face and crawled up the bed to the headboard. Seconds later, Kyle was behind her his cock poised at her pussy. Melina tried to sit back on his meat, but Kyle pulled back, standing up to pick something off the floor. Then, kneeling behind her again, hot breathe on her neck, he guided her hands to the headboard. Working quickly, he tied her hands there with his belt. Now Melina knelt facing the headboard, her hands fastened at the top, completely vulnerable. 'Fuck me, please...' she pleaded to him, her pussy aching for release and dripping with juice. Kyle moved closer behind her, placing his cock against her pussy. He reached around, grabbing her enormous breast before thrusting himself forward to Melina's grateful scream. He started off slowly but before long he quickened his pace as he fucked Melina doggy style, his penis sliding in and out of her cunt. She was moaning heavily as he fucked her, pulling against her restraints in order to slam back against him for full force. The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust, and slaps filled the room as Kyle's cock slammed in and out of Melina's cunt. Just as she was about to achieve orgasm, Kyle pulled out of her cunt. 'Fuck you...' she said, laughing in a disappointed way. Kyle spanked her soundly and she screamed in pain. Kyle ignored her cry and lifted her up, sliding his feet under her so his head was behind her looking at her back. He positioned his cock beneath her snatch allowing it to slide inside. The moment it was in, Melina began to bounce, forcing her pussy up and down its length. Kyle thrust back up into her, meeting her in mid air with resounding slaps echoing around the room. They grunted and moaned with every thrusts and the headboard rock with Melina's efforts. 'Fuck me... Oh fuck yes!' She moaned to him as his cock pistoned in and out of her. 'That's right Melina. Fucking take it! I'm fucking you and you can't do a thing about it.' Melina's screams grew louder and louder. 'But you like it don't you! You fucking want it! Uh! Fuck yes! You want it!' Her screams were now at fever pitch as she continued to approach her orgasm. Her tits bounced against her body as her cunt was ravaged. 'You fucking want it Melina! Fuck! Scream for it! Fucking scream for it!' Kyle yelled. 'Fuck yes! I want your fucking cock! Fuck me! Harder! Harder! Fuck... oh! Fuck! Faster... faster...' her screams turned into gasps as she closed in on her orgasm. Sensing this, Kyle went into overdrive, slamming his cock deeper and faster. 'Fuck yes! Fuck me! I want it so bad! I'm yours! Fuck... oh yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me! I want it so bad! Cum for me! I'm cumming! Cum inside me! Fuck... oh FUCK!' She screamed loudly as Kyle's cum and her orgasm hit her simultaneously, filling her completely. Kyle cock spasmed inside of her pussy. Her cunt clasped its warmth around his cock, milking spurt after spurt of virile semen into her womb. Kyle continued to thrust into her until the very last drop and Melina moaned softly as she came down from her orgasm. Sliding from beneath her, Kyle reach over and untied her hands. Melina's wrist had minor abrasions from the treatment, but she seemed preoccupied with her recovery. Kyle dressed quickly, certain that she would not want him to stay the night. 'Hold on a moment.' She said, standing up and walking over to him, still naked. 'I forgot to give you something.' She leaned up and kissed him, her tongue exploring his softly. When they parted she stared at him seductively. 'I don't ever want to know your name, so that the next time we do this – and we will do this again – will be just as freaky.' Kyle turned and walked out the door, pressing the call button for the elevator. **************************** Please vote. All comments are welcome. I hope you enjoyed my story.