Cooling

"Would you like to play 'Attitude' with me?"
Terri Runnels felt annoyance race up her spine at the words. Always when she was busy the goof wanted to talk with her. "No, Stevie, I can't play Attitude with you." She tossed her golden mane arrogantly back. Using it to emphasize her words.

She felt an odd tugging within her when he frowned in disappointment, "Will you want to play later?" His eyes were hopeful.

Terri felt herself redden. How could she get rid of him? Those eyes again...indescribably gentle fonts of innocence. Guilt gnawed within her; weren't all men scum? She momentarily put his sex aside and thought of him as one of Dakota's schoolmates.

"Sure," she caved in finally, "Come to my room tonight and we'll play." Her inner mind glowered at the words; hadn't she used them before to lure some man to her room?

Stevie's eyes lit up like roman candles; he looked so greatful that she wanted to cry; she thought he would start jumping up and down and break the thing.

"Ok." He said, a huge grin on his face, "Room 201?"
She nodded. He ran off on the other direction, his chestnut mane bouncing behind him, and Terri felt the pit in her stomach deepen.
Her divorce from Dustin had finalized today.
She folded her copy of the papers and put them away in her bag, leaning her head momentarily against the lockers. She had loved the man for Seven years. He had given her Dakota, and she would be grateful to him forever for that, but she would never forgive Dusty Rhodes for driving a wedge between them.
Damn that pig, she thought to herself, donning appropriately slutty gear for the night; a nice short skirt, a low-cut top. Fall into the gap, she joked to herself, adjusting her bra silently. She took pride in her body, enjoied it tremendously, but it was the lowest on her list of priorities.
A knocking at the door summoned her to action. She strutted out, an innocent vamp. The whole night, she avoided hands and blocked out the cat-calls. She related to Chyna and Deborah in that way; every kind offering could mean an invasion.
When the match was over, she ran to the back as quickly as possible and called Dakota.
"Hi Mommy." Her little voice piped.
"Hi, treasure." She said, "How was school?"
"It was Okay. Mommy, when is daddy coming to see me?"
"Tomorrow, sweetheart," They had agreed that Dustin would have unsupervised visitation with Dakota. She flashed back to the proceedings. It had all been so nice that it hurt.
"Okay. Mommy, I love you."
She wanted to cry again. In that instant, wanting to go home and stay there. But Dakota remained in good hands with her mother back in Texas, and though her heart ached, her wallet ached worse. Dustin had yet to start with WCW, and she currently was the breadwinner, until the alimony kicked in.

Another knock sounded on the door, and this time it was The Posse.
"Hey, baby." Joey said, unbuttoning the back of her sweater, "Miss me much?"
"Sure, baby." She said. It was always this way; she was pretty, and they wanted her, so she gave, and enjoyed. Ever since sixteen, when she had blossomed into a woman. Rodney and Pete immediately began to strip. Terri moaned mentally. AGAIN. How many times had they done this?

She knelt, opening her mouth and sucking down Pete's cock to the tune of a groan, though her mind was far away. She felt Joey go for her cunt, and instantaneously she spread for him. He adroitly manipulated her, and soon she was coming.

But when it happened this time, she saw something different.

A pair of clear hazel eyes.


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