She Got Game
Kalleasto McMahon was not a hard woman, not really. She was not unfair, not judgemental, not unkind.
Kalleasto McMahon had a good heart. She was passionate, open-minded, loving.
But Hunter Hearst Helmsley wasn't sure Kalleasto McMahon even existed anymore.
She stood before him now, shaking, broken. Her dark mascara ran pitifully down her tear stained cheeks, the crimson red of her lipstick smudged under the force of the unwelcome kips that had been pressed against hers only minutes before. Just out there, in the smoky dank of the nightclub.
"Kalli..."
The girl looked up from where she leant against the sink in the women's toilets. The rancid smell of the bathroom filling her lungs, only further lessening her desire to breathe, "Don't lecture me, Hunter."
Her voice was soft, controlled...
Hollow.
"You could have gotten yourself into all kinds of shit out there tonight," he told her, as stern as he could be when his heart was breaking for her. "That rat bastard was all over you. If I hadn't come along..."
She cut him off, her voice as plain as before, "I handled it."
"Oh yeah," the image of her burying a fist in the sleazebag's face filled his head, followed quickly by the vicious backhand she had received in return. He barely kept his voice level, the after effects of his fear that she might get hurt settling in, the first seeds of anger emerging, "You handled it real well, Kalli..." His words trailed away when she stepped forward, brushing by him. She only got two steps before he grabbed her arm, whirling her back to face him, "Kalli..."
For the first time in weeks, Hunter could see hints of her violent temper starting to form, "What are you even doing here, Hunter?" Her voice rose an octave or two, "Huh? Since when is where I go and what I do any of your business?"
His eyes narrowed, "Stephanie sent me looking for you," he stepped closer to her, the fierce intensity of his gaze locking on hers, "And what you do... When you're hurting yourself? That's my business."
Kalli groaned, "Oh, please." She shook her arm free of him, again moving to walk away.
But for a second time, The Game whirled her back to him, "Baby Girl..." he whispered.
The affection in the nick name died away when her hands planted into his chest, shoving him so hard she nearly took him off his feet, "No... You know what? Fuck you, Hunter! Fuck you! Why don't you just leave me alone? Why don't you all just leave me alone?"
"Because we love you, damn it." He snapped, "Since Jeff left you... Dammit..." Unable to explain the detachment she had seemed to develop to life since her break up with the younger Hardy Boy, he told her, "Everyone is worried about you, Kalli..."
"Everyone can go to hell!!!" She shouted, cold spite in her voice.
Surprised by the intensity with which the words were spoken, Hunter's face fell, hurt marring his gorgeous eyes. The moment the girl saw it, shame flushed her cheeks. She shook her head, but she unable to keep the malevolence from her voice as she whispered, "Go home to your girlfriend, Hunter. I'm sure she's waiting for you."
"Let her wait," Hunter cut her off, "Right now, you need me."
Again his words were drowned out, this time by the sound of Kalli's laughter. His eyes locked on hers and she giggled, "Hunter..." She leant forward, "Finally growing a pair when it comes to Stephy, huh?"
His eyes flashing with fire, he warned her lowly, "Kalli..."
"Oh, come on, Hunter! Face it!" She continued to giggle, "Everyone... Everyone knows you're just Stephanie's little bitch."
The Game's glare hardened and while it would be enough to scare men twice her size, Kalleasto McMahon was not intimidated.
In fact...
A wicked smile touched the girl's face and she moved even closer to him, pressing her breasts gently against his chest, "You're living in denial, Hunter," she continued to giggle maliciously, "You'd like to think you're The Game, that you're that damn good, but you're nothing more than a lap dog. Bending and scrapping to please your mistress."
Hunter's hands snapped around her arms as he picked her up, whirling her, slamming her back first into the wall. Pain jolted through her body, but her smile only deepened. "That's it," she cooed, "There's my boy."
Realization touched Hunter's face. The way her head tilt back slightly, her body pressing forward into his grasp, her bosom heaving... And her eyes. Pools of wonder, keys to a past long dead.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't responding to her either. The sparks of her wickedness enthralling him. He could see what she was doing, who she was trying to be...
And it was working.
Loosening his hands of her, he stepped back.
The McMahon Heiress only followed.
"You know what I hate, Hunter?"
He shook his head, his breath catching in his throat, "I don't want to know."
Regardless she went on, "I hate seeing you like this." Sadness marred her face as she reached up a hand, gently running her fingertips over the worried creases in his brow, "I hate seeing you running around for a woman who will never really know you. A woman who will never appreciate you. You're desperate to make her happy," her fingertips trailed gently down his cheek, "But she doesn't make you happy, does she?"
Unable to answer, trying to keep his ragged breath steady, the desire in him creeping forth, her barely managed to shake his head.
She went on.
"You were the best in the business, Hunter." She whispered lowly, her fingertips outlining his lips, "Your hunger, your fire, made you the toughest son of a bitch I have ever known." She rest her hand lazily against his cheek, "In and out of the ring."
Still unable to reply, Hunter shook his head, again moving to step back from her.
But again she followed him, her gentle caress of his cheek only growing more determined, "You're whipped, baby." She whispered seductively, "She's breaking you, destroying you." She pressed into him, her fingers slipping to the bottom of his snug, black t-shirt, gently pulling it up. "She wants you to be her white knight. The perfect man, one day, a perfect husband." She pushed the soft material up around his neck, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his chest, "She doesn't know you like I do..." Another kiss, "She doesn't know about your darkness, your power..." She stopped before him, flicking her tongue over his belly button, then licking up his perfectly chiselled chest. "You used to be nasty, you used to be wild," Kalli looked up at him, "You used to be mine." Her fingers crept up him, locking in his hair, tangling, tugging, her true intent finally voiced, "I can give you that again, Hunter. I can give you back your freedom and embrace you for who you truly are."
Standing on her tiptoes, she leant forward, her lips capturing his in a frenzied embrace. Caught by her lust for him, Hunter responded, his arms darting around her, welcoming the kiss. When her lips parted beneath his, he slipped his tongue into her mouth.
Until realization set in.
He was not a single man anymore.
This was wrong.
Pulling away from her, his grip on her arms tightening painfully, he snarled furiously at her, "You're drunk..."
But the girl's smile, devilish, evil, intoxicated him as she giggled darkly, "Am I?"
The Game froze.
And in that moment she was there. The rampant vixen he used to know, her body screaming for his... A seemingly angelic little girl who knew exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it.
It was wrong, he tried to tell himself. It was wrong.
But when she moved her hands to her bodice, slowly undoing it, pulling it free of her breasts, rational thought left Hunter Hearst Helmsley's mind.
"Fuck me, Hunter," she begged.
Consumed, he stepped forward, tearing her into his arms and kissing her fully, completely.
And though somewhere in the back of his mind, his heart was screaming at him that this was wrong...
In that moment, it could not have felt more right.
His hands darted to her tiny lycra skirt, tearing it upwards as her bodice was dropped to the floor, her hands tearing off his t-shirt then moving straight to his jeans. She undid them skilfully, pushing them down.
"Hunter..." she whispered between kisses, "I missed you."
The Game's hands tangling in her g-string, sliding it from her, he laughed, his voice a dark hush, "I think I've missed me too." He pulled her back into his arms, kissing her deeply, the girl gladly pressing her naked form into his.
Almost simultaneously, their hands crept down, Kalli's hand tightening adoringly around his hard cock as Hunter's fingertips ran across her clit, delving into her. He chuckled when he felt how wet for him she was. She giggled, knowing he was pleased, each smiling into their kisses as he lifted her up, sitting her naked backside on the cold bathroom sink.
"Hunter..." She tore him closer to her, "Come on, baby."
He grinned down at her, "How bad do you want it, Baby Girl?"
Her hand grasping his shaft, she yanked him forward, the man having no choice but to follow, her slim legs wrapping tightly around his waist. She guided him brazenly into her, both gasping as he slipped deeply into her wetness. One hand moving around his neck to grip his shoulder, the other finding its way back into his hair, Kalli bucked forward against him.
Grasping her waist, he lifted her from the sink, whirling and slamming her into the wall as he pound deeply into her.
Kalli met him thrust for thrust. Her cries of pleasure unrestrained, the girl lost in the feel of him inside her again after all the months they had spent apart since he had foolishly left her for her older sister.
Hungry, aroused in ways he had not been for far too long, Hunter gave himself to her completely, plunging up into her without a care in the world for her well being, turning her round and round, slamming her back into every wall and door he could, over and over...
They slammed into the bathroom mirror. Full length, it shattered under the weight of Hunter brutally shoving Kalli into it.
And though the glass rained down onto the dirty tile floor around them, neither paused, throwing their bodies into each other as though they were immortal, invincible. Every stab of pain melting into pleasure.
Perfect, undeniable pleasure.
On and on.
Until neither could take it any longer.
With a deep seeded cry, matched by Kalli's ecstatic scream, Hunter released inside her, pumping into the girl until there was nothing left. Slumping into one of the open toilet stall doorways Kalli's legs barely hanging on around Hunter's waist, Hunter's legs barely kept him upright.
Each panting, smiling, Kalli looked to him. "Hunter..." Near tears, she touched his cheek, whispering, "I knew you were still in there."
Grinning, The Game captured her lips in a sweet kiss, "Only you can bring this out in me," he told her breathlessly. "Baby Girl..." His voice trailed away, both snapping their heads around quickly.
Four girls stook in the doorway, another coming from one of the other stalls at the opposite end of the bathroom.
He looked to Kalli, a dark smile on his face, fearing if it would bother her.
But instead the girl laughed, "Enjoy the show, ladies?" She untangled herself from Hunter, pleased by the startled faces before her. She bent, grabbing her and Hunter's clothes from the floor, not once trying to cover up her nakedness, until she shoved Hunter into a stall, locking the door being them.
She looked up at him, the first hints of fear filling her. What if he regretted it, what if he..?
But he was grinning like the Cheshire cat. "I forgot what an exhibitionist you are."
The McMahon Heiress matched his grin perfectly, "You always liked me that way."
He pulled her into his arms, kissing her, "I did."
"And now?"
He kissed her again, "Still do."
She giggled, "So..." Kalli locked her eyes on his, still waiting for him to turn and run.
"So?" He asked.
The girl laughed.
No regrets.
It had been a motto they had lived by together for years. A motto that had just been given a new lease on life.
"Want to go again?" she asked, testing the water, her wicked smile drawing him in even deeper still.
"Well..." He whispered, "I would say your place or mine, but..."
The McMahon Heiress nodded knowingly. His place meant Stephanie, hers, her mother and father.
She pondered a moment and then grinned, "There's a hotel up the street."
He paused.
Hesitation filled him.
This was Kalli.
Kalli. Not Stephanie.
His beautiful girlfriend, Kalli's own flesh and blood, waited for him at home.
"Hunter..."
Was it the seductive lull to her voice? The sparkle in her eyes? Her tainted smile?
Or the fact that she had always accepted him unconditionally?
He shook his head. It didn't matter.
Because tonight, Kalleasto McMahon and Hunter Hearst Helmsley were together again.
"Get dressed," he breathed, "You're on."
~ The End ~