On The Edge of Innocence
The door swung open and in she stepped, her shoulder length mousy brown hair pulled into two ponytails, her school bag still slung over her shoulder. She flashed a broad smile at her father, pretending not to notice the second man in his office. “Hey, Daddy.”
Vince McMahon looked up at his daughter as she bounded into the room, “Kalli!” His warm smile matched hers, “How was school, honey?” He beckoned the girl over and she dropped her school bag just inside the door, excitedly bouncing to his side. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a warm hug and a kiss, but as she bent, she bent slowly...
The soft material of her short, tartan skirt crept up her body and she grinned to herself, more than aware that the lace of her white panties was peaking out beneath the warm colours of her school uniform.
In the plush leather seat opposite the Chairman of the WWF, Paul Levesque shook his head, smirking to himself as the girl answered her father, “It was good, Daddy.” She straightened, her attention all on Vince, “I got an A on my English Exam.”
“That’s my girl,” he smiled over at Paul, motioning to the budding WWF Superstar, “Kalli, you remember Paul don’t you?”
All innocence the girl smiled at the handsome Wrestler, “Oh yeah.” She grinned excitedly, ”You’re Hunter Hearst Helmsley, aren‘t you?”
The man wanted to laugh at her delicately played charade, “Yeah, that’s right.” He said non-chalantly, “Didn’t we meet at that House Show in DC?”
She nodded before turning her attentions back to her father, “I’m sorry, Daddy, I didn’t realize you were in a meeting. I just wanted to see if you were ready to go home yet.”
The multi-billionaire sighed, “Uh, actually...”
An instaneous pout took hold of the girl, “Daddy, you promised!”
“I’m sorry, Kalleasto,” he told her a little gruffly, “But I have things I need to take care of.”
His stern told softened her temper a little, “Fine.” She sighed sadly, looking out the corner of her eye at Paul, “Now how am I going to get home?”
Vince sighed, “Kalli, I’ll get the limo...”
“Actually, Mr. McMahon,” Paul spoke up, “I’m heading that way when I leave here. I could drop Kalli off if you wanted.”
“It’s not out of your way?” Vince asked and Paul shook his head. “Then, all right...” He looked to his daughter, “Well then... We only have a few things left to go over, Kalli, do you want to wait downstairs?”
Kalleasto McMahon nearly laughed at this. Did she want to wait downstairs?
She caught herself. Why was she even thinking about Paul Levesque anyway? She sighed. Damn Lindsey. The girl was making something out of a nothing that was now years and years old. It had been 7 years, 7 long, long years since she and Paul had last touched each other.
Did she miss it?
The wild abandon? The senseless passion?
Only on her off days.
After Paul, Kalli had played the market a little, but nothing had matched the madness of her relationship with him...
Until Jeff.
And what they had shared was far deeper, far more moving than anything she had ever felt before.
Which was not to take anything away from Paul...
The man strolled up behind the girl where she sat, her legs dangling off the hood of his car where she waited for him, she toyed with the top of one of her knee high socks, her school bag resting by her. When he stepped nearer, she whirled, spotting him and smiling. Her sweet, deceptive face perfectly made up, her lips an adoring pout, “Pauly...” She cooed, a giggle in her voice, “Didn’t we meet at that House Show in DC?”
Paul laughed at this, “You’re Hunter Hearst Helmsley, aren’t you?”
Sliding seductively off the bonnet, the girl pulled one of her ponytails out, slowly moving a hand to the other. As her hair fell loose, she smiled, running her fingers through her hair to settle it, “I thought it was a nice touch.” Kalli stepped towards him slowly, “I couldn’t believe my luck when Daddy said you could take me home.” She paused in front of him, pressing gently against him, raising a hand to unbutton the top of her school blouse, “Of course, I was maybe hoping you were just going to take me,” she grinned, “instead of taking me home.”
Shaking his head softly, he whispered, “The moment you bent over and flashed your panties at me,” he slide a hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, wrapping an arm around her to pull her even tighter against him, “You can guarantee I was going to be hanging out for this moment.” He nuzzled her nose gently with his, “I didn’t think your father was ever going to shut the hell up.”
Kalli giggled, “Oh I don’t know, baby, I like the idea of you sitting up there just dying to get your ass down here and get your hands on me.” The two exchanged a warm grin and she leant forward, creeping onto her tip toes, so tiny was she in comparison, the man raising her up, her breath hot on his face, “You are going to put your hands on me, aren’t you?”
“That’s not all,” he leant forward, kissing her, her lips instantly parting , her tongue darting into his mouth to search his hungrily. She stepped back toward the car, pulling him with her. When her lower back pressed against the car, she reached behind her, grabbing her school bag and tossing it onto the concrete floor of the Titan car park. She jumped up, deeper into Paul’s arms, the man picking her up and sitting her on the bonnet. His hands crept up her thighs again...
He broke away from her and gasped sharply, “Kalli!” She giggled and he asked, “Weren’t you just wearing panties in your father’s office?”
She grinned devilishly, “They’re in my school bag.” She winked at him, “Easy access.”
Playfully he told her, “If you were any easier...”
She cut him off with a warm slap, “Paul!” She smiled innocently, “Besides,” she pulled him closer to her, kissing him lightly, “You know I’m only easy with you.”
The man gave her an adoring smile, “I know, baby.” His lips met hers and again the kiss grew in intensity, his fingers creeping up her skirt, gently caressing her soft mound before pushing within her folds to caress her clit. He slipped one finger inside her, not at all surprised by how easily it slid into her. She was wet for him. She was always wet for him.
“Pauly...” She cooed between kisses, her desperation in her voice.
Sensing her very desires, he pushed her back, laying her on the bonnet. He bent before her, kissing her knees, up her thighs...
Rational thought told him he and Kalli could get caught at any moment, that he should stop, get her in the car and take her somewhere more private...
But Kalli McMahon and Paul Levesque were not exactly rational when it came to each other.
As his tongue flicked softly over her clit, the girl moaned desperately, her thighs tightening around his neck, she balanced precariously on her shoulder blades, arching up, pushing herself into his mouth, grateful when a second finger slipped into her. Her fingers crept into his hair, tangling roughly, she tugged on it mercilessly, lost to the pleasure of him as he lapped at her, over and over and over until she near screamed in delight, an orgasm racking her body.
Straightening, Paul pulled her across the bonnet so her legs dangled off the car again, standing between her thighs, but the girl had other ideas. She pushed against him a moment, sitting up and grabbing him as she slid off the bonnet, moving her hands to his belt. “Not yet, baby,” she whispered.
“You are a rabid little feline today, aren’t you?” She nodded enthusiastically at this and he laughed, “Suits me...” His voice trailed away as she forced his pants and boxers down, whirling him and shoving him into a sitting position on the car bonnet. “Kalli,” he breathed softly, his hunger in his voice.
The girl grinned up at him, gently wrapping her hands around his shaft and leaning forward. She flicked her tongue over the very tip of him for a few moments before lowering her mouth onto him, taking the length of him as deeply into her mouth as she could, suckling gently. “Oh God,” he moaned deeply, clenching his eyes shut, “Kalli...”
And her attentions continued, her devotion to him, to pleasuring him, unwavering, even for a moment, and when she knew by the way his breath caught in his throat that his release was near, she pulled away from him. He opened his eyes to look up at her and she grinned, slipping a hand into her shirt and pulling a condom from it.
“All prepared?” He asked giddily.
Kalli nodded, “That’s the boy scout motto...” She paused, “Girl scout... Whatever...” She tore the wrapper open with her teeth, placing the condom over him and rolling it on before scrambling onto the car, perching herself over him. For a moment, she simply hung over him teasingly, her eyes locked on his. She asked sweetly, her voice filled with innocence he had long since helped her abandon, “Do you want me, Pauly?”
“Always,” he grinned, yanking her forward into a heated embrace, the girl succumbing to his desire instantly, she lowered herself onto him, crying out slightly into their kiss as he slid deep inside her...
“Miss McMahon?” Kalli looked up, her eyes meeting the face of the stewardess, the pretty young woman’s face filled with concern, “Are you all right?”
The McMahon Heiress nodded, “Uh huh,” she said a little breathlessly.
“Your cheeks are flushed,” the Stewardess fussed, “You’re not getting travelsick again are you?”
Kalli nearly chuckled, “I’m fine. Really.”
The woman sighed, “Well... All right then.” She asked warmly, “Can I get you anything?”
Pondering a moment, Kalli told her, “Just a coffee... White with one.” She asked, “And, how long ‘til we arrive?”
“Only half an hour, Miss.” The Stewardess smiled and then moved away.
Kalli sighed, nestling back into her seat.
It had been so long since she had even thought about the days and nights she whiled away with Paul Levesque. She rubbed her aching head. She understood why Lindsey was so upset. One of them should have told her a long time ago...
But Lindsey had been 14 years old, she hadn’t known Paul back then. And Paul... He was a different man now. He had grown, he had matured so much. Now he was the kind of man her sister could love and be proud to call her own.
Lindsey had been threatened by the news that she had once been with Paul...
And that hurt Kalli most of all.
Was that what her family thought of her? That she stole her sister’s men, without remorse?
Matt had been different, and Paul...
The only thing she missed about him was that for the better part of their months together, it had been simple.
Nothing was simple anymore.
Jeff was with Krissy.
She shook her head, still hurt and horrified by the strangeness of it all.
eff was with Krissy.
And she was not.
But soon...
Soon, she would be in Cameron. She would be with Matt.
And maybe one day, things would be simple for Kalleasto McMahon once more.
~ The End ~