Chapter 1
*Note: Story is told from Fred's POV*
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Wrestlemania XIX, fuck I love this. There is no crowd that can compare to a wrestling crowd. They love Limp Bizkit. Could be because WWE shoves it down their throat all the fucking time. But hey! I'm not complaining when I put those royalty checks in the bank.

Shit this place is a mad house. I thought getting ready for our concerts was mad but god damn! The guys are around. Lackeys hanging all over them, I swear Vince only keeps a few of them for their ability to give good head. I admit it, I had a few. How could I not? They were hanging all over me like a fucking cheap suit Eminem would wear to a fucking movie premiere. I have to have my women, they're too fuckin' addicting.

She came walking up to me in those low riding pants she wears, the top of her thong showing. Damn I thought I felt my cock jump when she first spoke to me. "Hey I'm Amy." I could see the barbell through her tongue as she spoke. Damn I bet that'd feel nice on my dick.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked coolly. I wasn't about to let this chick know she had my cock getting hard just from looking at her.

"Not much, just hanging out and heard you were around. Thought I'd see if I could get your autograph or some shit."

Interesting move from the redhead. Most girls fall out my feet when they see me..heh or to be more specific they fall to their knees and start sucking. I guess I'll have to try a little harder with this one.

"Yeah I think I can do that for ya." I smiled and took the pen from her hand. "So what am I autographing for ya?"

Damn I didn't expect this. She pulled her shirt down and showed me a purple lacy bra. Shit it fit her tits well. I raised an eyebrow as I looked back up at her. She just smiled. I could hear Sam and DJ snicker behind me.

I turned back and smirked before pulling the redhead into a room out of the way. The gleam in her eye couldn't be mistaken, she wanted me; she wanted me bad. Without a word I pulled her into a deep kiss. Her tongue scraped my tongue and I couldn't help but shiver.

"I guess this is the something else," I answered as I pulled at her creatively tailored shirt.

"I suppose so," she purred in my ear as she pulled off my hat and then shirt.

Shit this girl wasn't wasting any time. Good thing to, I don't do that loving, caring shit. I blinked and she was staying bare ass naked in front of me. Nice fuckin'sight, I might add. The girl was stacked, those tits were damn perfect and that ass? Shit the things I'd do to it if I had more time.

She grabbed my cock throw my jeans causing me to groan. I brushed her hand away and quickly unzipped my pants. Yeah I woulda liked to fuck that girl all night but I did have a show to put on so a quick fuck was all she was gonna get.

I moved her up against the wall. She quickly pulled up and wrapped her legs around my waist. Gotta love fucking an athlete, they're nice and limber. Her hand guided me into her tight slit easily. Fuck she was tight, almost felt like she was a virgin but with this girl's move there's no way that was possible.

I moved on her hard, sucking on the hollow of her neck as she squirmed and moaned. A smirk plastered across my face as my hand moved down to rub her clit. That set her off, her muscles contracted hard, squeezing my dick in euphoric spasms.

I bit down on her collarbone hard as I felt jets of cum shoot throw my dick and into her inviting slit. She rocked against me hard, as I shook slightly from the aftermath of my climax.

There was a small knock on the door and then Wes's voice sounded, amused "Durst lets go, they can't hold the show because you wanted a quick fuck."

I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Shit they'd understand Wes," I sounded back, a quick flashy smile at the redhead that was climbing off me.

"Oh yeah, that Lilian bitch could announce ˜Yo, sorry arena, Limp Bizkit can't play cause Fred Durst thinks he needs to fuck some bitch backstage before he can grace you with his presence.'" Wes snorted. "Get dressed and let's go!"

"God damn you're bitchy, sounds like you need a good fuck yourself," I pulled myself together and kissed the girl, Amy I believe it was, before heading out.

The crowd was on and it didn't take me long to fill with the adrenaline of a living fucking audience. Life was good. I just got laid by a hot chick and I was back to my music. Shit, maybe I'll be a wrestler if I ever go fucking stupid and quit music.

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