It's been far too long since I've seen a bed. I should really get some sleep more often-- instead of spending most nights awake in a lobby or in my car. There's nothing waiting for me in my dreams, and barely anything waiting for me in real life. Hell, I'm tired of not getting much or if any recognition for what I do- and now TNA is off the air. Great. Same old shit.

Same old shit PLUS the added unwanted addition of McMahon and Heyman calling every hour on the hour for the ECW pay per view. I'm not going to join anything affiliated with Vince McMahon... even ECW. It won't be the same, and there's no sense in bringing it back--- Though the thought of going after Sandman again is tempting...

Bah- I need to sleep. Get that out of my mind. I opened up the door to find none of than the WWE's golden boy Shawn Michaels stretched lazily across my motel bed. Nice deal if I didn't know that this was a trick. Not that I don't mind ogling the trick a little. I've always liked Shawn, he was nice piece in tanned skin and long soft hair. He was normal, but not boring. Anyone who wears what he does can't be too on the level. But he's always been out of my league, and the only reason he's even in the ball park is because of my old friend Vince McMahon.

"You're a little late- I was beginning to think I had the wrong room."

Funny, I was thinking of checking the key myself to make sure I had it right. Shawn had on a nice pair of skin tight blue jeans... Damn him, I could never look right in pants that tight.

"Like what you see, Rave..?"

"Maybe. Are you here on your own accord or because of your boss?"

"What do you think?"

I stared at those pretty grey-blue eyes in thought. Either he REALLY was here for me, because of me... There's a slim to nil chance of that simply because well... I've never really talked to him before, and me having a copy of his Playgirl magazine doesn't count. It would be nice to see what was hiding beneath that towel. "Don't you know that hanging out with freaks like me is bad for your rep?"

"Trust me Birdman, I'm not afraid."

"That could be a very bad thing." I smirked a little. I can't help it, I love being a freak, and I love being a kink.

Shawn seemed to be getting a little impatient with my delayed response, and went for another tactic. "Don't you find me attractive, Bird-man?" He asked and got up on his knees reaching back to take down his ponytail from it's tight hold. Down it came in soft silky waves. Damn his hair, it's so tempting to just want to reach over and pull... "I know you got my Playgirl issue. Remember this one...?" He asked and put his hands on his legs, flipping his hair over his shoulder. He cocked his head to the side and pouted his lips in a little smile.

Damn- how'd he know? Probably went through my bags. I always take that with me-- just incase I get lonely. "Oh, you're very attractive Shawn. If you think I don't think that, then I'm more of a freak than I really am."

"I like freaks." He grinned, licking his lips a little. I bet they're warm and sweet. They probably taste like peaches, or something good.

Is it worth it to except McMahon's gift...? Hell, I'd be stupid not too? Who else besides a straight man (even though I bet Shawn could turn a straight man gay even for one night) would turn him down? I shut the door over and locked it. "Good, because I definitely am a freak. But before I do anything with you, I have to know... Why didn't you go naked?"

"Ohhhh... My boyfriend said he'd beat me up real bad if I showed off too bad. But he's not my boyfriend anymore, and there's nothing stopping me from getting naked for you."

Shawn's boyfriend... None other than Stone Cold Steve Austin. I knew him as pretty damn nasty to all of his lovers-- male or female, lover or martial partner. "He'd get you pretty bad, didn't he?"

"Oh all the time. I couldn't do anything right for him, but suck him off."

"You can't do anything wrong in my eyes, baby. Unless it's remaining in those jeans for much longer."

"Ohh, so you want im' off?" He grinned and popped open the front button.

"Yeah, but wait a second. I want a souvineer." I felt Shawn's eyes watch me go over to the bag I had just brought in with me. I dug out a video camera, whistling as I put in a new tape.

"You're going to..."

"Mmmhmm." I smiled and got a close up of Shawn's surprised face.

"Rave, you kink." He smirked and unzipped his fly. The jeans came off and pushed away as I got just about all of the golden creature on my bed. "Want this off too?" He asked coyly and snapped the band of his thong.

"Yeah, but do it slow."

Shawn stood up and to my delight, began to dance. He swayed his hips from side to side, moving along to the silent beat of nothing. The flimsy piece of black satin was now in the pile with Shawn's jeans.

"You should remain naked all the time- it's now a law." I grinned letting the camera roam along his body.

"You going to put this on your website...?"

"I'd say parts of you wouldn't mind that one bit. But my viewers are hard to please--"

"So if I was to show off some of my yoga moves, they might like that..?"

Yoga. Shawn in various positions. "Yeah, I think so. Get bending!"

The first was an amazing stretch of one of his graceful legs up to a near complete vertical. He reached over his head and grabbed his foot. "How's this?"

"Damn." I nearly dropped the camera. "I could never do that. How are you doing that?!"

"The magic of Yoga." He smirked and swung his leg back around and bent it to touch the back of his head with his toes. Shawn brought himself down to the ground, grabbing his ankles and pulling his legs and upper body to form an upside down arch.

"Shit you're flexible..."

"Website material..?"

"Nah, I'm keeping this gem for myself." I'll share, but not if it's of this quality. "That's enough... Why don't you get on the bed?"

Shawn sprung to his feet, laying down on his stomach. "Mmm, what are you going to do to me Rave..?"

"...What can I do..?"

"Depends, how far are you willing to go with HBK on your bed?"

This could be a very dangerous situation. Shawn was tempting me and parts of me that needed some serious attention after that yoga example. It's been so very long since I had some real action- Damn him, and his pretty little ass. "Are there strings involved to what you're offering..?"

"Let's just say everything comes back to bite you, Rave. Maybe this one will bite in a good way."

That's all I need to hear as I approach him, tugging off my shirt.

'''''''*'''''''

It happened. I have it on tape, because it actually happened. I have holes in the wall from banging the headboard against the wall that I have to pay for because it happened. But the point is, I had sex with Shawn. Brutal, kinky, mild bondage-esque sex.

He stirred beside me, letting out a pained moan. The marks on his wrists from the handcuffs were still a little pink, but it was nothing compared to the mark the collar made when I pulled on his leash. "Ugh. Why all the binds... It wasn't like I was going to run away."

I knew he was teasing, I could tell by the sound of his voice. "You liked it." I smiled reaching over to touch his neck.

He gave me a dark look that only made me laugh. Shawn couldn't give me a threatening look even if he tried. I sighed softly watching him get up to grab his underwear and his jeans. Suddenly, faster than a decision made on the flipping of a coin, Shawn's coy nature turned businesslike. "Alright, that was four hours of sex at $200 an hour.... You owe me $800, Levy."

I blinked to him confused. What the...? How can this be happening?! What happened to Birdman, and Rave?? "Wait a minute here! You're a whore?!"

"Damn straight- It takes more than just pure talent and ability to make it when you're under 6' 4" in the WWE. Money. Now."

I don't have that much on me! What the hell am I going to do?! ...At least I know McMahon didn't send him. "Look Shawn, I don't have that much on me. Can I do something else for you?"

"What could you ever have to give to me, Levy?"

"I'll... I'll do the damn ECW pay per view, and give you the money I get from it. Why didn't you tell me you're a whore?!"

"Would you have slept with me if you had known?"

"You're Shawn Michaels- Of course I would have. I just would have asked you to wait until I got my paycheck first."

Shawn's hard facial expression softened a little. "Really..?"

"I've had the biggest crush on you, Shawn. Ever since the 80's. I feel bad that you gotta do this, I wish you didn't have to."

I couldn't read his expression, but it looked like a combination of sadness, and confusion. "I don't enjoy it." He murmured and looked down at his bare feet. "I feel disgusted with myself half the time."

"...How much is it to take you for breakfast..?"

"You want to spend more time with me?" He asked surprised.

"Just because you're a whore doesn't matter to me. I still like you. So do I need to take out a second loan on my house to take you out on a date?"

He stays quiet for a little while looking deep into my eyes to see if I'm lying. I'm not, and I think he can tell that. "No, of course not. It's been awhile since some one wanted to take me out on an actual date."

"Well, maybe I'll take you out again then."

"Stop, you're getting my hopes up..." Shawn smiled a little.

"Seriously- I liked last night. It's been one of the better nights I've had. I want more of them."

"I can put you on my client list."

"If I decide I want to date you, no clients. No whoring. No anything. Just you and me."

"..I think I'd like that."

I stand up and take his hand. "If I'm going to do this ECW pay per view and risk my job at TNA... You'd better be serious."

Shawn cracked a bit of a smile and kissed me on me cheek. "I am, Rave. Dead serious. If you actually want to be with me, then I'm not going to let you go."

"Good, then come on. There's an IHOP down the corner- I know that you like those."

The smile on his face was priceless. I like seeing it more and more. Hell, maybe I can get him to knock off a couple hundred. Even if he doesn't, it's still worth every penny.

FIN.