Dave's POV
"Uh, Time for some much needed R&R."
"You call going to a titty bar R&R?"
"Hell Yeah! After what I've been through the past few months, anything is considered rest and relaxation."
Chris Masters and I decided to go out tonight to celebrate my epic victory. I let him choose the place to go. He chose a strip bar. Typical. I didn't mind much. I wasn't that into girls but I wasn't completely against having sex with a few back when I was younger. I much prefer men. Their holes are tighter and they are usually more open to adventurous things in the bedroom.
I was lost in my thoughts when Chris interrupted me.
"So Davey Boy you proud of yourself for faking insanity and getting out of a life sentence?"
"Fuck you Masters." I retorted.
"Hmm. Maybe you weren't faking after all then..."
"Just drive dumbass."
Chris was getting on my last nerves. Maybe I'll off him once I get Rey back. That way I won't have to pay the 1 million dollars that I owe him.
"You ever wonder just how you were able to fake your illness? I mean not to be rude but anyone with a brain can see your very competent to stand trial. You must have some angels or friends in very high places man."
That last comment struck me. Did I have 'help' in getting away with my crime? If I did I certainly wasn't aware of it. The Judge didn't seem like a fan of mine. I doubt she would put her career at risk in order to get me off with a slap on the wrist. But what if&
As we approached the strip bar, the car slowed. Chris found us a parking space and we got out of the vehicle. I had on my Chanel sunglasses, a tight black tee and some blue jeans, a standard outfit in my wardrobe. Chris on the other hand went flashy, wearing an expensive dress shirt, snake skin boots and black leather pants. The nerve of that guy.
We walked in to the bar, getting the usual stares. Some recognized us, others just looking because of how massive we were.
A female approached us, grinning.
"Chris Masters, could I have your--"
"Unless the next word out of your mouth is 'Dick' or 'Cock', then no deal babe."
The girl looked a little disgusted at the comment, but that quickly faded and she smiled. I rolled my eyes. Ring Rats are nothing but whores.
"Why don't you go get some tits in your face Dave. Maybe it'll turn you straight. We need to get you off the dick and into the clit."
"Fuck you, fucking homophobe."
"Whatever. I'll see you tomorrow. Here take the keys to the rental. I'll just get a ride from one of these sluts."
He handed me the keys to the black Navigator and went arm in arm with the now beaming female to a private booth.
I sighed and walked over to a booth near the stage. I sat down and motioned for a waitress to bring me a beer to start off the night. I watched some girl name CoCo dance on stage. She seductively took her top off and began playing with herself. There were guys throwing dollar bills at her. She would occasionally reach down, grab the stray bills from the stage and stuff them into her underwear. I shook my head. How degrading.
I continued to watch when my beer arrived. I quickly drank about half of the glass and promptly ordered another round. Beer never tasted so good to me.
"Mine if I join you?" A blonde, petite girl sat down across from me. She smiled and began playing with her hair. Who the hell does she think she is?
"What do you want?" I asked coldly.
"I just want to um... talk. Your Dave Batista aren't' you?"
I nodded. I really wasn't interested in her. The only person I wanted was Rey.
"I was watching E! this morning. I thought the verdict was a fair one."
"Really? You honestly think that? I was accused of attempting to murder a former friend and colleague of mine and you think that me being sent to a mental hospital is 'fair'?"
"Um...yeah. I mean you're going to get the help that you need right? I don't think prison is a good place to be rehabilitated. I'm not even sure you did it..."
"Yeah well let me tell you honey. You shouldn't play with dangerous men." I took a sip of my beer and slammed the glass down on the table.
"I'm sorry I just--"
"Get up." I demanded. Cautiously, she complied. I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the men's bathroom.
We entered the bathroom and I threw her against the tiled wall.
"This want you want slut? Huh? You wanna get fucked by Dave Batista? Fucking whore."
I went over to her and got dangerously close to her face. She looked up at me, fear in her eyes. I reached down and slipped my hand in her panties, feeling around I found her hardening clit. I began to stimulate it as she moaned with pleasure.
"Oh Dave..."
"Shut up you skank. This what you want?"
She nodded.
I continued to rub her clit, occasionally squeezing it. She began to squirm under my touch. I lifted her leg and held on to it, further increasing her pleasure. I could feel myself getting hard under the circumstances.
"Mmm." I moaned. She started to rub my stiffening cock. It felt slightly uncomfortable having a female touch me, but I ignored it. I pretended that it was Rey that was touching me. I licked my lips and began feeling around the outside of her warm pussy. I tugged on her wet lips and my digits found their way inside. She gasped as my fingers began moving around in her moist cave.
"You're a fucking little slut aren't you? You practically threw yourself at me."
"Yes Dave. I'm a slut."
"Yes, you are."
I unzipped my pants and pushed them down towards my ankles, exposing my solid steel. I wrapped my massive arms on the underside of her thighs and lifted her up against the wall. I maneuvered my cock towards her cunt and slipped inside. It was warm, wet and soft. It felt nice.
"Fuck." I moaned. She was gasping at the girth of my dick. I was stretching her out.
I thrusted with much force and vigor. Her cries became increasingly loud.
"Fuck me Dave!" Please fuck me harder."
"Shit!" I yelled. I could feel my cumshot approaching. I gripped her hips tightly as I finished myself off inside her. I stood there, holding her and catching my breath. After a few moments I dropped her on the floor and picked up my pants.
"Dave...?"
I stared coldly at her. "Get out of here whore. I'm done with you."
Her face showed signs of deep hurt as she fled the bathroom in anguish.
What had transpired was nothing more to me than a quick fuck. I didn't care about her at all or anyone else for that matter except Rey. He is the one that I wanted, no one else.
I stood in the bathroom, pacing for a few minutes thinking about him. I wanted to see him just one last time before I left for St. Claire's in 3 days time.
"Tomorrow." I said to myself.
Hunter's POV
"Can you believe this shit? I mean really! FUCK!" I kicked a pale blue trash bin clear across the room in frustration.
"Hunter its fine, nothing to get upset about."
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"No I'm not. Calm down. The decision was fair."
"Fair? FAIR? You call substituting a lobster meal for prime rib fair? One is fish and the other is red meat!"
"Hunter..."
"No Shawn. Just stop OK? Fucking hotel staff can't do anything right. They run out of lobsters and don't bother asking what I would like in place of it. They just decide to bring me up this garbage."
"Hey that's prime choice meat right there buddy. Besides, we both know this isn't about the meal..."
I sighed. He was right. This wasn't about food. It was about that bastard Dave.
"Hunter I know you're upset about the verdict, I am too. I'm mad as hell, but it won't do us any good going on a rampage about it, especially allowing ourselves to go off on people who had nothing to do with it, like the hotel staff."
"Yeah I know, it's just..."
"Come here."
I walked over and sat on the edge of the single king sized bed where Shawn was sitting. He gave me a hug and kissed me slightly on the cheek. His kisses always calmed me down, but I don't think they will work in this situation.
"I haven't even spoken to Randy or Rey yet. I'm kind of scared. I mean I know Rey will be upset but Randy..."
"Yeah buddy. Randy has probably destroyed the city by now. You want to call them?" Shawn asked.
"I guess. I don't want to bother them but I think they need some outside support right now." I replied. I was cringing at calling them. I didn't want to find out that Randy went out and did something crazy or psychotic.
Shawn went and grabbed the cordless headset and placed it between us on the bed, turning on the speakerphone. He dialed Rey and Randy's hotel phone number and we both waited on pins and needles as the phone ranged.
"H-ello?"
"Hey Rey its Shawn and Hunter."
"Oh hey guys." He sounded depressed.
"I um...think it's pretty obvious why we called..."
"Yeah I know. It sucks, bad. I mean we were so sure we knew what the verdict would be. Randy is-"
I cleared my throat. "Rey...where's Randy?"
A slight silence on the other end. This can't be good.
"He's downstairs in the gym." Rey finally said.
A wave of relief rushed over me, quickly followed by nervousness. We weren't out of the woods just yet.
"Well that's good." Shawn said. He looked up at me. Worried played across his face.
"Yeah..."
"We'll talk to you later Rey OK?"
"OK sure..."
I grabbed the phone and quickly hung up.
"What the-?" Shawn began.
"We're leaving, now." I began packing my clothes, preparing to head back to Los Angeles.
John's POV
Ugh today was just horrid. I mean wow. The Judge's verdict to basically let Dave go free was a tough one for everyone to swallow, especially Randy and Rey&
I went back to my hotel, straight from the courthouse. I did a few short interviews with the press before leaving, expressing my utter disgust with the verdict. It was a bad decision, very bad.
I rubbed my forehead as I knocked on the hotel room door and waited for the woman behind the door to open it. God I hated losing my room keycard.
"Hey baby."
"Hey Cheryl." I walked in and gave my girlfriend of 3 years a slight kiss on the cheek. I'm glad she agreed to come with me to Los Angeles. I felt like I needed to be here for Randy and Rey. They sure could use it.
"How are Rey and Randy? I mean, how are they handling things?" She asked.
"I'm not sure. Rey was holding it together afterwards but Randy..."
I sat on the edge of our bed and Cheryl sat behind me, she kissed my neck and began rubbing my shoulders tenderly. It felt nice.
"I'm sure Randy will be fine. He just needs time that's all."
"Yeah I'm not sure about that baby. He seemed so...calm and collective after the verdict was given. He didn't speak or say anything. It's not like him..."
I sat up and began slowly pacing across the room. I couldn't relax.
Cheryl stood up and walked over to me. "I'm sure Randy and Rey could do with a distraction. Maybe we should do a double date or something."
"Yeah maybe..."
"I'll see if I can make some arrangements tomorrow OK John?"
"Sure. That sounds great."