The Courtney Collection

By Jezebel Jorge

The Courtney Collection contains 2 full length novels - Hexed and Vexed, a novella -Dirty Weekend, and a short story - Wanton.

Dirty Weekend - A young Courtney seduces pro wrestling legend Billy Dalton.

Wanton - Explore the complex relationship between Courtney and Bryson.

Hexed - Courtney and Bryson's marriage collapses when Billy makes a shocking confession.

Vexed - Courtney falls for rookie sensation Alex Kafelnikov.

Courtney Dalton is pro wrestling's alpha diva. She's a black belt martial artist, a former fitness competitor, and Playboy centerfold. She grew up fast on the road with her pro wrestling father. She embraces her sexuality and has always lived her life on the edge. They don't call her the alpha diva for nothing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jezebel Jorge
• Release date: Feb 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301267132

Jezebel Jorge

Jezebel Jorge is a practicing witch, medium, and a Reiki 2 light worker. She likes to have her genre described as Witch Lit - Sizzle and spice and some things Not so Nice. Unlike most authors, the Voices running amok inside her head are sometimes spirits reaching out to tell their stories from the other side. Ghosts like to embellish just as the living, but there is usually a bit of truth entwined within her fictional stories. Jezebel uses over twenty years of being around the inner workings of the wrestling business to make the pro wrestlers in her Ring Dreams series jump right off the page and into the squared circle. She takes you behind the curtain, immersing her readers in an industry where the truth is often stranger than fiction. She lives in Nashville, TN with a spoiled rotten Golden Retriever / Great Pyrenees mix named Harry Potter and Odessa, a very vocal Spirit Guide with an affinity for snakes.

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Dirty Weekend

A an erotic novella where a young Courtney first seduces pro wrestling legend Billy Dalton.

~ This story contains adult content and is not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen or those who don't appreciate a little, okay a lot, of smuttiness. ~

~ 1 ~

Billy poured a cup of coffee and went out to the deck. The early May heat wave smacked him in the face, stinging his sleep derived eyes as he sat down at the picnic table.

I'm getting too old to be busting my ass in the ring every night, he thought as he spread out the morning paper. Being a pro wrestler might be all glitz and glamour at the arena. The next day his aching back and a couple hundred more miles on his Cadillac's odometer told a different story.

He bit into a blueberry muffin and chewed his way through scanning the Tennessean's headlines. Another hot Nashville summer in the forecast. Nothing new about that. Just as he turned to the comics, music starting blaring from his next door neighbor's backyard.

His tag team partner Charlie Fletcher's musical inclinations leaned more toward Merle Haggard than Rod Stewart so he knew it had to be Charlie's daughter cutting school or must likely suspended again for fighting. Courtney had some kinda karate black belt and showed no fear in demonstrating her martial arts skills on anyone who dared to use the f--- word to disparage the wrestling business. By the f--- word he meant fake, not fuck.

Billy sputtered his coffee all over the sports page when he got an eyeful of Courtney sprawled out on a lounge chair wearing nothing but a thong. Her tits glistened as she rubbed suntan oil over her breasts, pulling her jutting pink nipples with a lover's caress before her hand slipped inside her thong. No man with a working dick would have been able to resist gawking at his cute little neighbor twattling her pussy for the whole world to see.

Courtney arched her back, making her breasts jut out impressively. No wonder Lizzie made him give Dylan, their son and Courtney's boyfriend, the sex talk when she came home from Charlie's working Christmas vacation in Mexico with a nose job and porn star worthy breast implants.

Now she seemed closer to twenty-six than sixteen with bleached blond hair and those spectacular tits. He would have been worried about his son's sexual orientation if Dylan hadn't been doing her. No teenage boy in his right mind would tell Courtney Fletcher no.

Rod Stewart crooned, If you want my body and you think I'm sexy... as Courtney pleasured herself to the music.

If that wasn't A rhetorical question, he didn't know what was.

Come on baby, tell me so, Courtney sang along to the music.

Billy watched her wondering how it would feel to get his dick in her tight little pussy. He'd banged a cute little legal arena rat, wrestle speak for groupie, after the matches. Then he'd done his wife after getting home at two am. Despite all that action he still had a hard on like no one's business.

From the way her fingers were moving beneath her thong he figured she had to be putting on her little peep show for their mutual benefit. It would be just like her to get turned on from teasing him like this.

Billy left his coffee cup and half eaten muffin on the picnic table and went back in the house with the intention of washing Courtney out of his head with a shower. A good idea in concept. If only his cock didn't have a mind of it's own, imagining pounding the hell out of her sixteen year old pussy.

All it took was a little hand action to send a stream of jizz shooting from his cock and down his leg. Billy leaned against the cool tile of the shower wall embarrassed for what he'd done. Or more accurately who he'd been thinking of while he'd done it.

~~~

Courtney might be a lot of things, but sweet and innocent were two of the last words that mind wind up on her personality profile. Not with her sprawled out topless soaking up the sun with her hot neighbor watching her every pornographic move. She had wanted to fuck Billy long before even learning what fucking really even meant. She couldn't remember a time when she hadn't gotten jealous of the way all those women threw themselves at him.

Billy Dalton was heartbreakingly handsome with thick dark hair, steel grey eyes, and a dimpled smile. He towered over the other wrestlers at an imposing six foot three and a good two hundred seventy-five pounds of brawn, served up with a heavy dose Southern charm. His panty creaming larger than life charisma gave him the primo pick of all the ring rats. The women who came for the post-match sex instead of the in ring spectacle.

Courtney caressed her perfectly sculpted breast, imaging Billy's hands on her body. She knew she had gotten to him when he made a hasty retreat back into his house. Just thinking about him jacking off over her porn star worthy performance sent her over the edge with a rippling orgasm.

After losing her virginity at fourteen, Courtney was well aware of what went on with all those willing women after the matches. Memories of an unsupervised summer in Puerto Rico with Selene and Miguel made her pussy throb with desire. If this didn't turn out to be the long awaited weekend with Billy, there was always Selene. She'd fuck Miguel silly for another night of Selene working over her pussy.

Miguel and Selene had fucked and sucked her in ways most women never came close to experiencing. The couple had made her their own little Lolita. Selene turned out to be the perfect teacher in schooling Courtney on using sex to get her way, appropriately dubbing their manipulation as 'pussy power'. She'd watch Selene use her D cup breasts and firm round ass to lure any man she wanted back to their beachside villa.

Seeing the pussy power in action made Courtney determined to get her own set of breast implants. No doctor in the US would consider doing the surgery, but Selene hooked her up with the best plastic surgeon in Mexico City. She'd gone under the knife on December 23rd and came out of a drug induced haze on the 26th. The pain had been intense from going the hard route, in through the belly button and under the pectoral muscle. But going from a barely A cup to a solid C had been so worth it. As an added bonus her daddy had also thrown in a nose job and... a little something else she didn't like to talk about. Not even with Selene.

Stop flashing the neighbors. Her daddy came out on the deck with a beer and sat down, lighting a joint and taking a long toke. He made no effort to advert his eyes from her bare tits before saying, Go on in the house and get dressed. We've got to get going in a bit.

What time does Selene and Miguel's flight get in? she asked, running her tongue over her lip in anticipation of some future pussy licking with Selene.

I don't know, Storm is on airport detail, Charlie said.

You're sending Chase Storm to meet them at the airport? Courtney's jealousy flared from the notion of the territory's resident pretty boy and the flamboyantly gay promoter's flavor of the month cutting in on her action. Don't you think they would have preferred to have me meet them?

Miguel specifically asked for Storm. Charlie drew in a heavy toke, making Courtney cough from the stench. Makes no sense to me why he'd wanna hit that pretty boy's ass when he's got a wife as hot as Selene.

He's the one who's been dealing for Miguel, isn't he? Courtney said, instantly catching on as to why the boys tolerated Chase.

Alvarez ain't someone you want to cross, but I reckon you know that since you spent all that time spreading your legs for them in Puerto Rico. Charlie took another long toke on his joint. If he gave a fuck about her fucking around with them he sure didn't show it. Pretty boy's gonna be damn near pissed when he finds out he won't be the one getting the punta's pussy tonight.

Just the idea of Miguel sending Selene to her daddy's room had Courtney fighting back a gag reflex.

Can I drive? she pleaded, hoping for a shot of freedom and an escape with Selene.

Nope, we're riding with Billy and Dylan. Charlie laughed. Good luck on sneaking off with Selene with your boyfriend in tow. There ain't no way that kid could handle two sluts.

Lizzie won't let him skip school, Courtney said, trying to keep from getting too whiny. Why don't you call Chase and see if he needs me to help him show Selene and Miguel around?

Maybe you can show Miguel some pussy while I'm banging his wife.

Courtney considered kicking out the sliding glass door before deciding he would probably ground her by making her stay with Lizzie all weekend. Talk about a total buzz kill. Fighting back the urge to knock the smirk off his face, she settled on slamming the door.

After getting out of the shower she had to lay on the bed to wiggle her hips, or lack thereof, into a pair of size two shorts. Then she went with a turquoise halter top cut low enough to put her enhanced cleavage on proper display. With her new body and a good application of makeup she had no trouble convincing any man she was plenty legal.

Any man other than Billy Dalton... At least not yet.

~ 2 ~

Wanna bite? Dylan asked, offering up Courtney a chicken tender.

You know what I want. Courtney demonstrated by going down on her popsicle.

Dylan flashed her the infamous Dalton smile before unwrapping a burger to scoff down even more calories. If she ate like Dylan she would be big as a cow.

With those dimples and his dad's steel grey eyes he resembled a younger and prettified version of his daddy. She tossed back her hair, trying to picture the woman from which Dylan had gotten his speedball metabolism, feminine features and Nordic blonde curls. It was no secret Dylan had been conceived by some ring rat. Some chick lucky enough to lure Billy into her bed and smart enough to leave him stuck with the pretty bastard baby.

Sometimes she wondered how Lizzie dealt with Billy's betrayal in fathering a child with another woman. Lizzie adored the kid and coddled on Dylan, spoiling him more than she ever did his older brother.

It must have been the infamous Dalton charisma. Dylan owned Brentwood High School. Just as Billy controlled the crowds at wrestling arenas, playing them for the perfect reaction to his every move.

Courtney had from March to October over Dylan. Just enough of an age difference to put her a grade ahead of him in school, and a maturity difference to where she could play him by just flashing her tits. When she really needed to keep him in line a blow job always did the trick.

Dylan's big grey eyes widened as he watched her suck and lap on the popsicle. A girl would save a fortune in mascara with his long thick eyelashes. She always made Dylan keep his eyes open when she gave in and fucked him, trying to pretend to be doing Billy. At the rate she pleasured her popsicle Dylan was going to cream his jeans if he didn't stop staring.

She had Dylan so whipped it would be easy to make him lick her pussy until she worked off a little of her pent up sexual frustration. She might even let him fuck her. If she couldn't lure any of wrestlers outside to play with her. They all wanted her, but the whole fear factor of fucking around with the booker's underage daughter made a lot of the boys keep their distance.

Courtney sighed, missing all the fun action from Puerto Rico. She got all the sex she wanted once the boys figured out her pervert father didn't give a fuck. On the island nothing had been taboo.

I hope the Alvarez kid doesn't cause any problems while he's here, Billy said. I'm still not sold on bringing him in, but with Eddie and Marci splitting up we need some T&A and Selene's got plenty of both.

Selene's got one hell of an ass on her, Charlie agreed, exchanging a knowing look with Billy. I guess you're calling first dibs.

Not in front of the kizzads, Billy said.

Hello, we speak better carnie than must of the boys. Courtney snorted in disgust, trying to hide her jealousy. Miguel might not appreciate y'all drooling over his wife.

He's never seemed to mind before. Charlie laughed. Over here he's playing by our rules.

That's disgusting. Courtney felt her face redden.

It was so unfair that Selene got Billy's dick, leaving Courtney with nothing but the chance to lick up his leftovers the morning after. Not one of their most memorable play sessions, considering that Billy hadn't even cum in Selene's pussy.

All the gory details of their tryst had Courtney enraged with jealousy to where she'd bitten Selene's thigh hard enough to leave a nasty bruise. Friends or not, if Selene tried to get with Billy, Courtney would do anything in her power to keep them apart.

~~~

Y'all go on in and help set up the ring, Billy said when they pulled into the still empty parking lot of the arena.

It's not fair we have help the ring crew. Courtney dug her fingernails into her fists as she watched Billy head over to a beat up Honda Civic with Alabama plates.

She recognized the blond behind the wheel as one of Billy's regular ring rats. A girl with a bad perm and about twenty pounds too heavy to be worthy of such attention from a top star.

It's called paying your dues, Dylan said, oblivious to his dad sneaking off for a quickie.

We're both third generation, Courtney said. My grandpa William was a world champion.

The old man being the champ never got me or Billy outta setting up no rings, Charlie said, yanking her arm and pulling Courtney toward the building. Quit your whining, it's a good workout.

Come on, Dylan said, already pulling the ropes from the back of the ring truck. We can train if we get the ring up early.

Not if Bryson ain't here yet, her daddy said. I don't want Lizzie going off on me for letting you spar with Courtney and I ain't bumping off the clock.

From the belly hanging over his jeans, it was obvious her daddy needed a workout a lot more than she did. Instead of getting mouthy with him, Courtney grabbed a couple of pieces of plywood, more than Dylan could carry, and followed him in the backdoor.

On her next trip to the ring truck Courtney noticed the Honda and Billy were both missing. Thinking about that blonde's mouth on Billy's dick really made her want to get in the ring and pound out some frustration.

Courtney played the sex card and flashed two teenage boys enough cleavage to get them to haul in the canvas. With her daddy already off to attend to the box office, she kicked off her sandals and hopped into the ring. Courtney ran the ropes, bouncing off them like a pro as she tested their tightness.

No marks allowed in the ring. She reminded the two kids she'd lured into finishing the set up. Just to show off she hit Dylan with a dropkick which he sold perfectly.

Or girls, Bryson said, dropping his bag and sliding under the ropes.

Dylan's smart ass big brother would show up after they had done all the work.

Where's Vlad? You know you're not supposed to be training without adult supervision.

Don't I look adult enough for you? She sneered at Bryson, hands on her hips, jutting out her breasts.

Normally she wouldn't waste her time on Bryson, he was so full of himself and his ego had gotten even bigger since he'd won two NCAA Wrestling Championships. But, he had his girlfriend with him, and Courtney hated playing seconds, even to a chunky coed.

Bryson didn't respond so she went for a leg dive. He blocked the move and dropped her onto the mat, catching her in one of his boring amateur holds.

Go ahead, suplex me, she challenged him. I can take the bump.

Don't tempt me. Bryson released the hold, placing her back on her feet. Go put on your gear if you want to spar. He cut Dylan an equally menacing gaze. That goes for both of you.

Courtney threw Bryson her usual, fuck you, as she hopped off the ring apron.

He shot back with his normal retort of, No thanks.

Bryson might be a muscled up long haired version of Billy, but personality wise Courtney wondered if he'd been the real family bastard. No matter how hot he was, or how much she wanted to piss off his girlfriend, Courtney wouldn't fuck Bryson if he had the last Dalton dick left on the planet.

Come on, Dylan. She turned giving him her best not so sweet and innocent pout.

Dylan looked back and forth between the two of them before jumping off the ring apron.

Courtney leaned in to whisper in his ear, Do you want a blow job?

He nodded and she smirked up at Bryson as she took Dylan's hand to lead him out the back door.

~ 3 ~

No matter how hard Tams sucked on his dick, Billy couldn't get Courtney out of his head. The way he'd snuck peeks in the rearview mirror of her licking and lapping up that popsicle. How she'd laid on the lounge chair topless, rubbing suntan oil over those incredible tits of hers. Her hand sliding into her bikini bottom. He couldn't help but wonder who she had been thinking about as she played with herself.

Even before the boob job it seemed like she left Nashville a little girl and came back from Puerto Rico a full grown woman. He knew damn well what went on at some of those parties. A lot of the boys overindulged in the blow. With him it had always been the blow jobs instead of the white powder so prevalent in those dressing rooms. There wasn't a shortage of either with the local girls willing to do anything as a way to latch onto one of the boys and come back to the states.

They hadn't booked Miguel Alvarez for his talent. Alvarez got his upcoming six week booking in the states because of the night Billy spent with Selene, the kid's barely legal wife. She wasn't much of a valet at ringside, but she had one hell of a nice ass and the girl knew her way around a dick.

Like everyone else, he'd heard the stories about Selene and Courtney. The way the two of them did the whole girl on girl thing, along with threesomes with Miguel. He didn't care if Alvarez was the Puerto Rican promoter's son. If the kid put his dick anywhere near Courtney he would be sent packing.

Billy ran a hand through Tams' blond hair, thinking the smart thing would be to give her some gas money to make the drive to Athens. Tams was plenty legal, closer to thirty than twenty, and easy to get along with. She knew the deal on proper ratting etiquette and never stirred up any drama, unlike most of the regular girls. Definitely the reason why she always got top billing anytime he worked close enough for her to make the drive from Huntsville.

Tams might have pulled the car over to a secluded corner, but Billy had seen his oldest son Bryson arrive with his girlfriend. With Dylan going back to the campus with Bryson, chances were Courtney would get into some kind of trouble. It wasn't like Charlie kept much of an eye on her and the girl he normally hooked up with had the connections to keep his tag team partner stoned for the rest of the loop.

The more he thought about Courtney, the harder his dick got. If only he could plead innocence on knowing her age and go on and fuck her brains out. Billy closed his eyes, and thinking with his dick instead of his brain, he let Tams finish him off.

Damn, that was good, he said, already reaching to zip up his jeans and deal with his guilt. You coming down to Athens tonight?

No, she said. I've got to work the breakfast shift in the morning.

Can't you call in sick? Billy asked. I'll cover your gas money.

I'm fine on gas, Tams said, I gotta make my rent money before the end of the month.

How much do you need?

She smacked at his arm. I ain't no whore. I'll make enough this week to cover my bills.

I didn't mean you no disrespect, Billy said. I sure could use some company tonight.

When have you ever been lacking on finding company? Tams smiled wistfully as she tucked her tits back into the front of her dress. You best be behaving yourself with both your boys on the road with you this weekend.

Dylan's going back to Athens with Bryson, so I'll be staying all by myself. Billy leaned over and gave her a kiss. Are you sure I can't talk you into coming to see me?

Not this time, she said.

Billy handed her a ten and she shooed his hand away.

I was just offering to pay your ticket to the matches, he said. I can't take you in the back door since Bryson's got his girl with him.

I wouldn't expect you to come to the restaurant I work at and get to eat for free.

He flashed his best babyface smile. I'll give you a damn good tip if you'll bring me my breakfast in the morning.

Billy Dalton, you're too much. She started her car, catching Dylan and Courtney sneaking around the building in the glare of the headlights. You better go check on Dylan before the little slut has her way with him.

He's a Dalton. Billy laughed uneasily. He knows how to handle his women.

That boy's gonna be a heartbreaker just like his daddy, she said, shaking her head. Courtney ain't nothing but a little girl trying to act all grown up. You better go drag their butts back in the building.

I reckon you're right. Billy got out of her car, tossing her the ten and adding, You better come see me tonight.

He didn't think it was all that wrong for Dylan to be getting a little action from Courtney. Hell, if he'd been Dylan's age he'd be hitting it every chance he got. Both his boys knew the safe sex spiel and always had plenty of money for condom shopping.

Billy eased around the corner catching Dylan with his hands up Courtney's shirt and their mouths locked in a kiss. There was some major tongue slipping going on, but nothing serious enough to make him decide to break them up. Especially since Dylan probably knew, and Billy was certain Courtney knew, why he went sneaking off with Tams.

~ 4 ~

Courtney burst out the back door in such a hurry to get away from Bryson that she plowed into Miguel. Even with his gear bag in tow he somehow managed to grab a handful of ass before she backed away from him.

Where's Selene? she asked, looking behind him and only seeing Chase.

Nice to see you too, Courtney. Miguel eyes went straight to her tits. Those implants were worth every penny your daddy spent on them.

Stop staring. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her tits before. Where's Selene?

Sorry to disappoint you, love. This time his cold dark eyes met her gaze. No pussy for you on this loop. Selene's at home, knocked up and getting fatter every day.

What? Courtney didn't want to believe him. No way could Selene be pregnant. She was too smart to have gotten knocked up.

I doubt even your old man would be hard up enough to want a piece of her ever expanding fat ass.

I don't know, Charlie said, shaking hands with Miguel. I like my women with some meat on their bones.

That's disgusting. Courtney grabbed Dylan's arm, dragging him out the back door.

Who's Selene? Dylan asked.

The only friend I had in Puerto Rico. Courtney bit her lip, fighting down a mixture of rage and disappointment.

The one you--

Shut up, Dylan, she snapped, walking ahead of him, already desperate to find a secluded spot to try to fuck away all her disappointment.

~~~

Courtney waited until Dylan disappeared around the side of the building before sliding her hand into her already unzipped shorts. From now on Dylan was going to have to get her off before getting his dick anywhere near her pussy. He'd lasted all of about fifteen seconds. A total waste of a condom.

Need some help with that?

Courtney's lips formed a silent O when she whipped her head around to find Chase watching her working her clit.

Actually, she flashed him what she hoped to be her most seductive smile, I'm... she let out a moan of pleasure. I'm good, but I might be up for round two.

He reached for her arm, helping her to her feet. A girl as hot as you shouldn't have to be doing all the work herself.

I don't believe we've been introduced. Courtney offered her still wet masturbatory hand. I'm Courtney Fletcher, as in---

He licked her finger, making her gasp over his totally upgraded fuckability.

Charlie's kid? His smile made it obvious that Miguel had filled him in on what had gone down in Puerto Rico.

Yeah, she said, looking up into his blue eyes wishing she'd worn heels instead of sandals. She had this control thing where she hated having to look up to anyone. An issue usually fixable by a pretty pair of high heels.

He pulled her into an embrace, making it impossible for her not to notice the bulge in his spandex wrestling trunks. His tongue flickered into her mouth and she didn't object when he worked a hand under her top, thumbing her already taunt nipple.

She reached for his trunks and he pulled back. How old are you, anyway?

Old enough to know what I'm doing, she said, already wanting his tongue back in her mouth.

Really? he teased. Most experienced rats wear mini skirts instead of shorts for easy access.

I'm not a fucking rat. This time Courtney backed away from him. A guy isn't worth the effort if he can't figure how to work a zipper.

He cornered her against the wall, yanking up her top. Holding her hands against the rough brick, he bit into her nipple with just the right mix of pleasure and pain.

Nice tits, he said before switching over to the other nipple.

Daddy got them for me for Christmas. At three grand they were the best tits money could buy.

Rumor is you have a sweet little pussy, he said.

Courtney sucked in her breath, trying not to tremble from the way his mouth worked over her breasts. Why don't you try it for yourself?

Cause you're jailbait.

'No, I just turned eighteen," she lied, willing to say anything to get him to fuck her.

If you say so. He unzipped her shorts, tugging them down around her knees so she could willingly kick out of them.

He worked a hand between her legs, teasing at her clit before inserting a finger.

Damn, your pussy is soaked, Chase said, before lapping at her nipple and sending that first tremble of a baby orgasm through her body. Want me to fuck you?

She nodded.

Say it.

Fuck me. Her voice strengthened. I want you to fuck me.

Got a condom?

Yeah.

He released her hand and she squatted to get to the purse she'd dropped in the grass. She found the condom and taking advantage of being on her knees she pulled his dick out of his trunks and into her mouth. Most people would might feel submissive in such a position. Not Courtney. His dick in her mouth gave her complete control.

Chase had a cock to match his muscled frame, thick and just the right length. A man. Not the little boy she toyed with in Dylan. Using a trick she'd learned from watching Selene in action, she licked down his shaft. Courtney flickered her tongue over his balls, taking plenty of time to work her way back to where she started.

He moaned and grabbed at her hair as she teased the head of his penis with light kisses. Instead of doing a deep throat, she tore open the condom wrapper and expertly sheathed his penis, making it hers for the taking.

He pulled her up and entered her standing, using his strength to pin her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he slammed into her, fucking her good and hard. Chase locked his mouth on hers to swallow down Courtney's screams of pleasure.

~ 5 ~

Where the hell is Storm? Billy scanned the dressing room, noticing Miguel had also gone missing.

Probably out at the gimmick table chasing some tail, Charlie said. Or he's out back snorting up with Alvarez.

The last thing we need is a drug bust at a National Guard Armory.

No shit, Charlie, agreed. Want me to go hunt them down?

I'll handle it. Billy said, wary that Charlie might be tempted to join them. It's bad enough Miguel didn't tell us about Selene's condition before we shelled out on two plane tickets.

We'd come out cheaper getting a stripper from the closest tittie bar.

The tittle talk reminded Billy of Courtney. They aren't worth the drama. I'm all about the T&A, but we don't need anyone on our crew who ain't been trained old school."

You're all about the pussy, alright. Charlie snorted with laughter. All it takes is a nice ass and enough sense not to get in the way.

Just make sure everyone knows their finishes and I'll go find the troublemakers.

Billy went out the dressing room, sneaking along the bleachers to survey the house. The place was packed and the crowd seemed to be into the match in the ring. Dylan, as usual, had a couple of teenage girls hovering around him at the gimmick table.

His blood pressure spiked when he saw Miguel over at his own table with some hot little blonde rat helping him move his merchandise. Billy reined in his temper, remembering how he'd been taught better than to go drawing attention to himself instead of the action in the ring.

It didn't take Tams long to notice him and he motioned her over to his hiding spot. Have you seen Courtney?

No, but I did catch Chase sneaking out.

Aw, shit. Billy always could count on Tams to dish the dirt when it came to keeping tabs on his crew.

Want me to help Dylan with the table? she asked.

"If you don't mind, and would you tell Miguel I said for him to keep his ass in the back when there's a match in the ring.

No problem. She nodded, knowing the deal. You better go find you know who.

I hear ya. Billy popped a fist in the palm of his other hand, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst, as he slipped out the side door.

Storm's car was empty and parked right by the door. Courtney didn't have access to the keys to his Caddy. That left them with one other option. Billy crept to the side of the building and got an eyeful. Storm had some girl backed against the brick wall, her legs around his waist, dick deep up her pussy.

Courtney's pussy.

Billy yanked the little punk by the ponytail, pulling him off Courtney and knocking him to the ground with one clean punch right to the kisser.

You sorry piece of shit. Billy waited for Storm to get up, but the kid just laid on the ground clutching his mouth.

Trying not to look at Courtney, Billy said, Take your butt back into the building now.

For once in her life Courtney actually did as she was told. Without putting up her usual stink or giving him an attitude.

She asked for it, Storm said, getting to her feet. She wanted me to do her.

Billy took another swing at him, connecting square on Storm's jaw and knocking him back on his ass.

Do you know how old she is?

Storm spit out a mouthful of blood before shaking his head.

I ought to fire you right here on the spot. Billy resisted the urge to give Storm a swift kick to the ass.

I had no idea she's your rat. Storm stood, at least having sense enough to cover his face."

She's ain't, Billy said. She's my fifteen year old son's girlfriend.

A girl like Courtney hasn't got any business messing with a kid that age.

Tell me about it, Billy thought. I don't care how fucking hot she is. Or how grown up she acts. Courtney is off limits.

What the hell is going on? Charlie came around the corner dragging Courtney by the arm.

The red imprint on her cheek left no doubt Charlie had popped her one.

I'll deal with Storm. Billy slapped his arm around the kid's shoulder and marched him back toward the building.

~ 6 ~

Come back to Bryson's with us, Dylan pleaded as Courtney turned away from him to grab a Diet Coke from the convenience store cooler.

Why should I? Courtney couldn't think of anything lamer than spending the rest of the weekend with Dylan under the watchful eye of his bossy big brother. Witnessing Bryson beat the crap out of Chase had been torture enough.

No, take that back, seeing Chase make plans for a hotel hook up with some sleazy brunette, that was worse. After the way Billy decked him and then Bryson stretched him, she'd never get anywhere near Chase's dick again.

Cause, Dylan blushed, maybe we can hook up.

Let's go, Dylan, Bryson called from the front of the store.

With those puppy dog eyes and blond curls Dylan was pretty enough to be a girl. An immature little kid, especially after the grown up dick she'd gotten earlier that evening. Sometimes she felt seven years instead of seven months older than him.

After finally convincing her daddy to buy into the home-schooling bull shit, hanging with Dylan served no purpose. Who cared about him being popular enough to make every snobby little bitch at their school cream their panties? Certainly not Courtney.

Still, she put her drink on the counter and let him pay for her liquid dinner. As a consolation prize she allowed him to grab her ass, and slipped him some tongue just to annoy his obnoxious big brother. Thinking about where her mouth had been earlier made the kiss even hotter. She strutted back to Billy's Cadillac knowing Dylan wasn't the only one appreciating her butt in a pair of booty hugging shorts.

Courtney took a sip of Diet Coke and settled into the backseat, wishing for a shot of Jack Daniels her daddy poured into his styrofoam cup of Coke. From the way he reeked, she knew he'd been smoking pot instead of getting his dick sucked.

Or maybe he'd done both after disappearing into the outside men's room with a less than attractive ring rat. It wasn't like her absentee mom would give a fuck. Courtney hadn't seen her so-called mother since her parents divorce five years ago.

Her stomach ached with a stabbing jealousy as she watched Billy saying his goodbyes to his rat. The blond chick wasn't anywhere close to pretty. She could have stood to lose about twenty pounds and a bad perm didn't do nothing for her looks. The only thing she had going for her were big tits and being legal. That, and no daddy there watching her every freaking move.

Courtney rubbed at her cheek, thinking her daddy only played the high and mighty father routine when Billy was around. If he had been the one to walk up on Chase banging her against the wall he probably would have kept quiet, jacking off in the shadows and enjoying the show.

She about gagged on her Diet Coke watching Billy kiss his rat goodbye right in front of everybody in the convenience store parking lot. At least the over dramatic lip lock most likely meant the woman wasn't meeting him later at the hotel.

Billy finally got behind the wheel and tore into his take out food like he was starving, downing his burgers before they got back to the interstate. After he finished eating he turned down the crappy country music blaring on the radio.

I think we outta make Courtney the ring girl, Billy said. She needs something to do during the matches.

You mean to keep her from slutting around with the boys. Her daddy turned and cut her a disapproving look before agreeing, I reckon it might be a good idea.

No way would she be able to sneak outside if they expected her to be ringside at the start of every match to retrieve the wrestler's jackets and robes.

Are you gonna pay me? she asked.

Yeah, by not tanning your hide when you get caught with the wrong dick in your mouth.

Charlie, that ain't no way to talk to your own daughter, Billy said. How about twenty dollars a show? Providing you do a good job.

Like it took any skill to carry a jacket to the back. She knew exactly what Billy meant. He just didn't want her getting caught doing anything with anyone other than Dylan.

Okay, she agreed.

Courtney couldn't help but smile thinking about the way Billy decked Chase. Not that she needed or wanted to be rescued from getting her brains fucked out. The possibility of actually having the power to make Billy jealous made her pussy absolutely tingle with yet to be requited desire.

~ 7 ~

Once they got to the hotel Courtney retreated to the sanctity of the bathroom. The Holiday Inn seemed clean enough to risk taking a bath, so she poured in a heavy dose of bubbles. Borrowing a trick learned from Selene, she positioned her body to let the streaming water pelt her clit.

The water, accompanied by some hand action, and a vivid imagination had her cumming with a several little yelps of pleasure. It wasn't Dylan or Chase, or even Selene that took her over the edge. It had always been Billy's dick fueling her fantasies.

She came out of the bathroom to find her daddy already passed out. The gleaming back cap of his Jack Daniels bottle called to her, urging her to top her Diet Coke with a coating of liquid courage.

The liquor felt good burning down her throat, washing away the last of her tension and making her brave enough to try the door adjoining Billy's room. The knob twisted, the door wasn't locked. There were no noises other than the blare of the TV. This was one of those rare nights when Billy was all alone.

Courtney went back to the bathroom vanity and carefully applied just enough makeup to enhance her adultness. A coat of mascara. Pink Lip gloss. Nothing too harsh because she didn't want to look like a desperate ring rat.

No matter how many guys she'd fucked, she wanted to pretend Billy would be the very first. She slipped on a white eyelet sundress that showed off her newly enhanced womanly figure, yet still gave her an air of innocence.

Madonna's Like A Virgin played inside her head as she did a final twirling appraisal in the mirror. Perfect... no irresistible... simply irresistible.

I can do this, she reminded herself, taking another sip of her liquored up drink. Her heart pounded as she slowly turned the door knob and stepped into Billy's room.

Courtney found him sitting in bed channel flipping in pair of faded boxers. His wrestling trunks that he wore to the ring showed more skin. Yet, there was something more intimate about seeing him in his underwear with just the two of the alone together in a hotel room.

Hey, Billy, she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

Courtney. He looked up at her with those storm cloud grey eyes. Is Charlie giving you a hard time?

No. She shook her head. He's already passed out.

What's got you so wound up?

You. She licked the last taste of liquor from her lips. It's you, Billy. I want you. I've always wanted you.

His eyes widened and he dropped the remote to reach for his own glass of Jack and Coke. She watched him down the remains of his drink, waiting for his reaction.

Billy wasn't some teenage boy she could manipulate simply by flashing her tits. He wasn't like those wrestlers she fucked in Puerto Rico. All of them so eager to get in her panties. This was Billy Dalton, a grown man. A fucking legend. What she'd wanted from the first time she'd even thought about sex.

I want you to fuck me.

His glass missed the nightstand, splattering on the carpet.

I really don't think that's a good idea, he said.

Why not? She took a couple of steps closer to the bed.

You're Dylan's girlfriend and my tag team partner's daughter.

I'll break up with Dylan.

Not on my account you won't. He shook his head. You'd better go back to your room.

Courtney untied the shoulder straps and let her dress fall to the floor to stand before him naked.

Billy couldn't deny Courtney's beauty. No man with a working dick would have been able to resist her perfectly proportioned tits, long muscled legs, and a pussy laid bare without a trace of pubic hair.

She crawled on the bed, straddling him. What's the matter? she asked coyly.

He swallowed down a lump in his throat. All he had to do was tell her no, and get her the hell out of his room.

Don't you think I look good? she said, caressing her breasts and tugging on her pink jutting nipples.

Good? The word came out as a raspy whisper. There ain't no denying you're hot as hell, but--

No buts, she said, meeting his eyes. I want you to fuck me.

Courtney. He out weighed her by a good hundred and fifty pounds, yet he couldn't he find the strength to get her off him.

Don't you like my new titties? She took his hand, guiding it to her breast and grinding her backside against his erection. Why don't you want to fuck me?

Courtney, it ain't that I don't wanna--

If you won't fuck me, at least kiss on my titties.

She cupped her breasts together offering them up to his mouth, moaning in pleasure as he pulled a nipple between his lips, sucking on first one tit and then the other.

Please fuck me, she said, her blue eyes pleading like it was the only thing she'd ever wanted.

It wouldn't be right. He eased back against the headboard trying to get regain some semblance of control.

It's not like I'm a virgin, she said, jutting out her bottom lip. No matter how many of the boys I've fucked, you're the only one I've ever really wanted.

But, if Dylan-- She silenced him by offering up her titties again, rubbing her nipple across him mouth to where he couldn't resist biting into her sweet flesh."

She absolutely purred with pleasure, No one has to know. This can be our dirty little secret.

He tried to rationalize how he'd been her age out on his own, quitting school to start wrestling full time. Over his thirty plus years in the ring he'd banged ring rats from Texas to Tampa to New York City and none of them had ever gotten to him like this.

See, you already got me all wet. Courtney took his hand, guiding it between her legs.

Her pussy was so slick his finger slid right in. He palmed her clit, slipping in a couple more fingers as she ground against his hand. If all that slick wetness wasn't enough, she gave him a face full of very grown up tits and squealed when he bit down on her nipple.

That was amazing. Courtney licked her own juices off his fingers. Sucking each finger real slow and sensual, teasing him with what she could to do his dick. You made me cum without even putting your dick in me.

He didn't resist when she maneuvered his dick out of the fly of his boxers, stroking his cock while boldly looking him in the eye.

I've always heard you had a big dick. She smiled up at him, making his cock ache to give in and let her have exactly what she wanted. Now I guess seeing is believing.

She wasn't some cute little girl anymore. Courtney was all woman with those incredible tits and long muscled legs. She sure as hell had the body to prove it. He couldn't fight the attraction. She stroked his cock, working her body into position to straddle him, slowing sinking his dick into her tight little pussy.

Courtney needed a few minutes of a slow and sensual bump and grind to get used to his size. The more she relaxed, the better it felt, so she picked up the pace getting very comfortable with his dick where it was always meant to be.

She'd taken plenty of guys flat on their back, but being on her knees straddling Billy's lap was all kinds of intimate. Everything she had ever wanted.

You okay? He asked, not afraid to look her in the eye.

I've never been better. She ground her pussy a little rougher to prove her point.

He ran a hand through her long blond hair and pulling her in for that first fatal kiss. His mouth on hers was better than she had ever imagined. Normally she wasn't big on kissing. With some of the boys you never knew where their mouths might have been.

Billy was different. Her tongue matched his thrust for thrust, fucking her mouth in rhythm to riding his dick. She didn't want to close her eyes because she was afraid she would open them and find out this had all been nothing more than a wet dream.

She loved how his hands slid down her back. He grabbed hold of her butt checks, taking control of the pace. Slowing her down to savor every single second with the sexual tension building and spreading throughout her body.

Most of the other wrestlers shaved down to where their skin was as smooth and supple as her own. She liked the roughness of his chest hair against her tits, sending little ripples of pleasure. Her nipples had been hyper sensitive since getting the breast implants and this new sensation got to her in a way she never expected.

Courtney pressed into Billy, melting in his embrace. She grabbed at his thick dark hair, not wanting his mouth to ever leave hers. Then she wrapped her other arm around his neck, soaking up the sensation of his skin against hers. His scent was almost as intoxicating as his kisses and his dick...

She came hard, mewling like a kitten. Her heart pounding so hard she feared it might leap right out of her chest. No one had ever fucked her breathless before.

Her body went limp as she rested her head on his shoulder. He kissed her brow, pulling her close; a good thing because if he'd broken their embrace she might have burst into tears.

I've never had an orgasm so intense, she whispered against his ear. No one has ever taken me over the edge.

They don't call me the Texas Stud for nothing. Billy laughed and pulled her in for a quick kiss before saying, In case you hadn't noticed I ain't done with you yet.

Courtney arched her back, leaning away from him to put her tits on display as she worked her way into a steady rhythm of riding his cock. When he grinned with approval she tucked her legs under his knees allowing for maximum penetration. A dick that size hit all the right spots, making her forget about every guy who'd ever been there before.

She reached behind her to tease his balls with her long fingernails and open her pussy even deeper.

Damn, girl.

Courtney gave him a seductive smile, running her hands over her breasts, tugging at her nipples. Wanting them back in his mouth.

Billy took the hint as she leaned into him squeezing her tits together, making it easy for his tongue to flicker between her breasts and gently pluck at each nipple.

Another ripple of an orgasm raced through her body causing her to bury her face in his neck to keep from screaming. After catching her breath, her lips trailed up his throat working her way back up to latch onto his mouth.

She leaned away from him to where he could watch her tits bounce. He used his free hand to push her bottom into increasing the pace. She could sense he was getting close so she grabbed his shoulders and adjusted her legs to where she squatted over his cock.

It was definitely a position for someone with strong muscular thighs, especially considering the size of his dick. He slipped a hand around her waist as his cock pounded her g-spot. To add to the intensity, his other hand went to work on rubbing her clit.

Courtney's orgasm hit her like a hurricane, taking Billy along for the ride. Her whole body trembled as he joined her in cumming so hard and fast the bed shook when she collapsed on top of him.

They lay together with their bodies entwined, too spent to even consider the ramifications of what they had just done. He finally stirred pulling her aside to where his hot cum dripped from her abandoned pussy.

I should have pulled out, he said, but damn, when your pussy started throbbing there was no way of getting my dick out of there.

It's okay. Courtney curled her legs together, enjoying the sticky glob of semen sliding down her inner thigh. I got one of those shots after the...

She buried her face in the soft down of his chest hair, not wanting to think about it. Maybe her daddy had gotten a three for one special by knocking out the abortion, nose job and new tits all in one surgery session.

Not that any of that drama mattered now.

You okay? Billy asked, wrapping his arm around her.

Yes, she said, finally meaning it. Especially when Billy didn't object to her pulling up the sheet and snuggling up against him.

As Billy drifted off to sleep, she laid there, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. It was his heart that made Billy so special. Courtney had been in love with the man for as long as she could remember. It has always been Billy she'd gone running to when her daddy had smacked her around or even worse she'd been forgotten and left to fend for herself.

Ending things with Dylan was the right thing to do now that she had Billy. As much as she liked Lizzie, nothing was going to stop her from taking this spot, snuggled up by Billy's side every chance she got. She'd be careful and try to hide her feelings. The affair would be her and Billy's little secret. Lizzie would never find out, she'd make sure of that.

Courtney wasn't about to give this up. Not after the way Billy had slayed all the demons who usually crawled out from under her bed when she lay alone in the dark.

~ 8 ~

Billy woke up with a tight little tush pressed up against his cock. If it hadn't been for the long blond hair and oversized breasts, he would have sworn he'd been thrown into some kind of time warp. Taken back to all those mornings he'd woke up with a young Lizzie curled up beside him in the tiny apartment over her daddy's Charlotte mansion. God, how he'd loved coming home from the matches to find her waiting there for him naked under the sheets.

It took him a moment to realize that the pretty blond pressed against his body was Courtney. His son's sixteen year old girlfriend. Damn, this time he'd really crossed the line. He could have fucked any girl he wanted and somehow he'd wound up with his tag team partners underage daughter. Not that Courtney wasn't one hell of a lay. She sure been all woman the way she'd ridden his cock the night before.

Thinking about last night and her one hundred percent womanly body, Billy felt wracked with regret, but his dick had a mind all its own. His dick didn't care how old she was, springing to life almost as soon as she stirred and pressed her naked backside up against him.

He knew he should have gotten up and headed for an ice cold shower. Instead he kissed her neck, waking her with a sigh of contentment.

Billy, she said, her voice raspy from sleep as she grabbed for his hand, guiding it between her legs.

He'd never had a girl get so wet and ready so quick his dick slid right in, eliciting another of her sighs of pleasure. She curled up against him where he could cup a titty with one hand and keep rubbing on her clit. All the while pumping her from behind, her back meeting his belly thrust for thrust.

What the fuck!?!Charlie bellowed, just as Courtney squealed out an orgasm that had her pussy throbbing so hard Billy came right along with her despite the distraction.

I should have known I'd find the little slut with you, Charlie said, towering over the bed. You always get all the prime pussy.

Courtney pulled the sheet up over her head, her body now shaking more from fear than any type of pleasure. Billy instinctively wrapped an arm around her as she curled up in a little ball like she was trying to will herself to disappear.

Billy's mind flashed back to the time Lizzie's daddy had caught him sound asleep with her snuggled up beside him. Paul Bryson had beat the shit out of him. Charlie Fletcher could curse and carry on all he wanted, but they both knew he wasn't man enough to take a shot at Billy. And Charlie damn well wasn't gonna put his hands on Courtney either, not as long as Billy was with her.

Charlie waved her little white dress, his face as red as his balding hair. Under any other circumstance it might have been comical.

It ain't what you think, Billy said, sitting up careful to keep the sheet around his waist.

What I'm thinking is you better send my little slut of a daughter across the street to buy us some breakfast. Charlie's mouth contorted with an angry snarl. And you're buying.

That's a good idea, Billy said. Give us a few minutes to get dressed and I'll drive us down to Shoney's for the buffet.

Nope. Charlie shook his head. She's gonna go get us take out while we do some talking.

He tossed the dress on the bed. Go on and get out of here.

Don't you think you should give her a little privacy? Billy asked.

It ain't like I've never seen her naked before. Charlie laughed. I'm the one who changed her diapers and paid for those fake titties you've been playing with.

Billy had to give credit to Courtney, she got out from under the covers and slid the dress over her head without a hint of modesty.

Hand me my pants so I can get my wallet, Billy said.

Courtney did as he asked, running her fingers through her hair while he dug out a couple of twenties.

I'll take three bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches, OJ, and the biggest cup of coffee they've got. Billy handed her the bills. Get yourself whatever you want.

Bring me back some steak and eggs, Charlie said.

Get your own damn breakfast, Courtney spat the words at him and Charlie hauled off and shoved her into the wall.

Courtney took the bump like a pro, getting her hands up to keep from hitting the wall face first. Then she turned right around and caught Charlie with a vicious back kick right in the gut. It sent him doubling over and gasping for breath as Courtney slammed the door behind her.

~ 9 ~

Courtney sat down on the still made up bed shaking so hard it took everything she had to rein in her emotions. She might be a black belt with more training than most of the current crew, but that was the first time she'd ever hit her daddy back.

She thought about taking a shower, pulling the dress back over her head, before deciding to slip into a pair of shorts.

Charlie came bursting into the room right after she secured her breasts into a pink satin bra. Just cause you went and fucked Billy that don't give you no pass on taking a shot at me.

She ignored him, rummaging through her bag for some makeup.

With her back turned, he grabbed her by the hair; swinging her around and catching her with an upper cut that busted her lip. The metallic tinge of blood filled her mouth as she sank to her knees completely caught off guard by his sneak attack.

He'd never hit her with a closed fist before. He had backhanded her and smacked her plenty of times, but he usually swatted her ass or back, sometimes with a belt, usually with his bare hands.

Just wait until I tell Lizzie about this, he said, towering over her.

She knew he was kayfabing and would never do any such thing, but she still replied, Maybe I should tell her what all you let happen to me in Puerto Rico.

Let happen? Charlie laughed. You totally got off on all the lesbian action with Selene and you loved all the boys lining up to fuck you. You're a little slut and all the boys know it.

She stood, spitting blood into the sink before wetting a wash cloth and pressing it to her mouth. All the while keeping an eye on him in the vanity mirror. If he came at her again she would be ready to fight back.

Courtney was done with being his punching bag. If he tried that shit again she was going to make him regret paying for all her