Kaze... dude...

Johnny raised an eyebrow as she resisted. His lip almost began quivering into a pout before her sultry whisper in his ear. As she hopped up, Johnny did the same. He peeled off his shirt and laid it over the couch. A quick removal of his pants left him clad in only some boxers. It couldn't get much more comfortable than that. It was going to be difficult for him to wait fifteen minutes, so he went to the kitchen and whipped up a juice. After guzzling it down, he sauntered his way tot he gym to see what his mischievous wife was up to.

Upstairs, one door opened and another closed. Feet thudded from one side to the other, and then back, and then back again, then everything was quiet.


She kept Johnny waiting in their gym for several more minutes before she strode through the door. Her hair was tucked up in a neat bun, held together with a pair of chopsticks stuck through it. The red streaks in her bangs ran down one side of her head, clipped back with a thin black barrette. A black necklace wrapped twice around her neck, once snug against the skin and then lower, so that a small silver cross hung at her chest, just visible with the top two buttons of her white dress shirt unbuttoned. She had a slackened black tie, and a suit jacket so dark it might as well have been black. A pleated white and black skirt covered most of her thighs, and fine black fishnets covered the rest until her black, side-zipped ankle boots.

In one hand, she carried a folded metal chair, and she strode purposefully through the gym to Johnny, beside the ring, and snapped the chair open and set it on the floor. "Sit down," she said. She wasn't taking no for an answer. The heels of her boots clicked across the floor as she walked to the stereo on the other wall.

"It's a great big world, Killer," she said, while bending to fiddle knobs on the receiver. She straightened up and looked back over her shoulder. "And it's full of surprises." She clicked across the floor back to Johnny and slipped behind the chair. "When we were dating, would you ever have guessed that we'd live in a place like this? Or that I'd have an assistant to schedule my business meetings? Would you have ever dreamed that you'd ever walk away from Tension because it's full of sexy girls?"

She walked back to the stereo. "Anything can happen. I know you like your car, but I've still got a surprise or two up my sleeve. And I know you'll like this one."

Johnny watched as Taylor strolled in. She was dressed like that one chick Akashi fought. It was weird to see Taylor like that. It was also kinda hot. When she set the metal chair down and commanded he sit, he went over to it quickly. He had a big grin on his face, wondering what she was up to but he played along.

"It's pretty cool and junk." Johnny said as he watched her. "That's why I like it. If it was just the same thing all the time, then that would be pretty boring. I mean, I like it when things are chill," Johnny was a creature of habit most of the time, "but I mean, I like some excitement and junk too. That's why wrestling's perfect for me. I mean, I thought." He said and shrugged a bit. "What else could you have to surprise me with, babe?" He asked incredulously. "I mean... you're already doin a good job with the outfit and junk." He said with a grin.

"Shut up, babe."

Taylor hit play.

[url=http://youtu.be/woAcXSMyCEw:35k0lzlr]The slinky, sinister-sultry beginnings of the music[/url:35k0lzlr] crushed the silence, reverberating in the gym's high ceiling and shaking the floor enough that the vibrations traveled up Johnny's feet and through his chair. Taylor locked her gaze on him with fearless punk swagger, and strode closer, her hips swinging with each slow step. She was all burning indigo eyes and smoldering subtlety, and a razor sharp, uncompromising, and frighteningly demanding grin.

Taylor planted her feet, just outside of Johnny's reach. Her eyes closed. The band kicked in full, and as her body was swept up with it. She moved with an aching slowness as she grinded her hips to the right and lifted her arms up to her sides. Her hips writhed in slow motion, and her hands moved through the air until they found the back of her neck and slid inch by inch toward her chest.

When the music settled down again, she lifted her eyes and leveled a heart stopping stare at her barely clothed husband. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of white teeth, and she deftly loosed the one button on the front of her jacket.

Johnny tried his best to remain in his seat as Taylor started up the music and began to tease him with a slow, sultry gyration. He couldn't resist. Nor could he hide it from her. All of his body and mind were quite at attention as she began to lift her hands up to begin undoing her first button. Johnny wasn't sure what to do with his hands. He dug them into his thighs, crossed them under his chest and pulled them behind the chair.

"Damn, babe." He said. "This is awesome ... and kinda cruel..." He said and laughed. "But it's mostly awesome." He added.

Taylor could barely hear Johnny over the thunderous soundtrack, but she put a finger to her glossy, rose-colored lips to shut him up. No talking.

She threw her arms down and her shoulders back and arched up until her suit jacket slid down into her hands. She slung it around Johnny like a lasso and pulled him close while she straddled his thigh. She looked him dead in the eye while she undid another button on her white shirt that fit tightly across her bust, revealing more of her chest and giving Johnny a view of as much cleavage as she could manage with her modest breasts, along with a hint of her blood red-and-black bra.

She caressed the side of his face with one hand, then shoved him back against the chair and stood up. While she took two steps away, she reached up and pulled the black barrette out of her hair so that her long, red-streaked bangs hung down over one eye. She turned to the side, her head bowed and eyes closed, and let her hips grind enticingly to the side while she dragged the hem of her pleated skirt up her thigh, over her hip, to her waist. The fair skin of her muscular thigh and perfect, round butt contrasted against the string of her matching deep-red panties.

She let the hem of her skirt drop, and looked back at Johnny. She hoped she had enough music queued up.

Johnny was biting his lower lip hard as he watched Taylor sashay around him sensually. The way she touched and teased was more than he could handle and it took every ounce of his being to not shove her to the ground and take her right there in the gym. But he knew better. This was something special and he could hold back the flood gates of arousal long enough to enjoy the show. And what a show it was!

Taylor walked two steps away, placing each foot carefully on a line in front of the other so that her hips swayed back and forth, and reached up to her hair and her hip. She curled her fingers around the pair of chopsticks and took the zipper that ran down the side of her skirt between her thumb and finger. Gradually, in time with the music, she pulled them both away, until her blonde hair was freed and cascaded down over her shoulders, and her skirt unraveled from her hips like a black and white flag.

The hem of her white dress shirt only just covered her butt, and she brushed her hair back as she turned to look over her shoulder at Johnny. She gave her shirt a little tug to reveal just the beginning of the curve of her butt, almost entirely uncovered by the scant triangles of her red and black panties. Her black fishnets stopped with a black band around her upper thighs.

She turned back to face Johnny, eyes closed, and let the music move her while she came back to him. She flashed her eyes and kicked out her hips to the side while one hand went up to the buttons of her shirt. The other hand went down to the small triangle of exposed skin on her belly where the shirt pulled apart, and then slid down, over the thin string and smooth red triangle of her underwear, and between her legs. She bit her bottom lip and writhed her hips in a small circle while her hand did what Johnny's longed to, and before long her shirt dropped to the floor.

She straddled his lap and sat down, her modest but shapely breasts at Johnny's face. She arched her back and pushed against him, dragging her smooth skin against his, her soft breasts against his cheek, her stomach against his chest, her crotch against his ribs, and when she moved back down she pulled her bra off with one hand, exposing her firm breasts and small, perky nipples.

She flashed him a grin and a look so fiercely demanding that it might have scared him. She knew what he wanted, and knew what she wanted, and she was going to take it.

She reached out and softly dragged her thumb down over Johnny's lips before grabbing a handful of his silver hair and leading him off to the ring.

Johnny was in heaven as Taylor removed more and more of her clothing until there was naught much left. It really was the sexiest thing. Johnny kept his hands pinned at his sides, digging his fingers into his legs while his manhood throbbed with desire. He gasped hard when she finally embraced him and his mouth moved to greedily kiss her breasts as they pushed into his face. He wanted more and opened his mouth as if he were going to inhale the flesh.

He craved it and finally as he turned his head to take in one of her stiff nubs, he was halted and yanked forward by the hair. "nngh!" He groaned as his hands slipped around her waist to keep himself from falling over, wondering what she might be guiding him too as he shuffled after, hunched over.

As one song ended and [url=http://youtu.be/Ft5c4sAJ_gI:1hkn47n5]the next began[/url:1hkn47n5], Taylor dragged Johnny to the ring and shoved him inside under the bottom rope. She followed quickly after him, jumping up to the apron and vaulting over the top rope. She bent and took hold of his hair again and pulled him to the center of the ring, more gently than she would if it were a match, but not nearly as gently as she could've.

She pulled him down so he was bent over at the waist, raised one arm up, clubbed her forearm hard across his back, and gave him a hard shove at the mat.