AN: So this is my second story. The first one, Broken, is not finished as I'm trying to get out of the mindset of just killing them all. I thought maybe writing another one would sort that out for me. Sorry to all my readers for that, I promise to update soon. Please give this one a chance. Rated for loads of sex, language and drug refs. I've got about 11 chapters of it but I'm liking it. It won't be a long one, I don't think.

DISCLAIMER: I own noone and nothing. Thanks to the wwe for all the hot inspiration.

NOTE: Some of the storylines have been changed to suit me. Don't hate.

Rae Taylor had a bucket list. You know, things to do before you kick the bucket. She'd had it for more than a year now as a way to come to terms with her mother's death. She'd done most of it; sky diving, scaling the Himalayas, watching the sunset from the top of Mount Kilimanjaro, bunjee jumping out of a plane, threesomes, foursomes, the lot. She'd even gone trekking in some very remote places and met some amazing people. It had changed her life somewhat.

Actually, it had changed her life a lot. Until two weeks ago, she had really believed she had quite a bit of time to do everything on her list. It was ironic really. Ironic but not surprising. Life was never fair. You're here one day and gone the next.

A year and a half ago she had lost her mother to cancer. She had only been 41, a life taken way too soon. For three years prior she had watched as the disease had ravaged her body and the doctors had put her through grueling sessions of chemotherapy and radiation. Three years she had watched her mother waste away right in front of her eyes, watched her slowly and painfully die. And all the while they had lived with the stupid hope that she would beat it. The doctors had been so wrong...

They had also been wrong about her dad... Well, step dad, actually. He had been taken from them ten years ago when she had been only fifteen. Cancer as well, but he'd lost his battle after only a year. It was as he lay on his death bed that he had revealed the truth to her, that he was not her real father. She had been angry with him a long time after they had buried him, angry that neither he nor her mother had trusted her enough to let her know sooner. She would have loved him anyway for loving her when another man had so obviously deemed her unworthy. It was only when her real father found her almost a year later that she had let go of her anger and finally grieved for the man who had given her his name.

The taxi came to a stop at the exclusive hotel in Orlando and she let out a calming breath. This was it. The beginning of the end. She was here to carry out the last few things on her bucket list, the hardest things. She was here to say goodbye.

"Man, you are such a dick! That girl has been in love with you for ages and you took advantage of that," John said.

"Hey, all I ever offered was one night and she took the deal," Randy said as he sipped a beer. "It's not my fault she thought her pussy would be special enough to change that!"

"So you just fucked her and threw her out?" Adam asked.

"Of course," Randy answered, as if Adam had just asked the most stupid question on earth. "What, did you want me to give her a medal?"

"You are so full of yourself," Shelton laughed. "One of these days you're going to fall in love so bad and that girl will rip your heart out."

"Quit talkin out of your ass! There's no such thing as love," Randy frowned. "Mickie is fine. In fact, I know this dick right here was the first one to console her."

Adam laughed at the accusation.

"Hey, I saw a damsel in distress and I did what I could to make her feel better."

"Yeah. But if she'd really been in love, she wouldn't have jumped straight into your bed."

There was a knock at the door and, frowning, Randy got up to answer it.

"If that's her now, I'm slamming the door in her face."

His cold expression turned into a big smile when her saw who stood in front of him.

"Well, well, well," he said, leaning his body against the door frame and crossing his arms. "The prodigal returns. And still looking good enough to eat."

"This right here," Rae said, indicating her face and body, "doesn't just go away. It's a curse."

Laughing, Randy pulled her into his arms for a fierce hug.

"I've missed you so much, you wouldn't believe it," Randy said, his voice muffled in her thick curtain of golden curls.

"Of course I'd believe it. What's not to miss?" she laughed as Randy gave her a twirl. "But I missed you, too."

"It's only been two months!" John called out.

Rae looked over Randy's shoulder to see the other guys in the room. See, normally, this would have been her playground; a room full of hot, muscular men that looked like they could handle their business. But all that had changed now...

"Johnny boy," she said, using the nick name he hated so much. "I see you've still got that stick up your ass."

"Trust me, it gets thicker and thornier everyday," Randy laughed as picked up her bag and led her into the room.

"Come over here and give me some love," she laughed. "And I'm glad you've been counting the days, it shows you have missed me."

John laughed as he made his way to her.

"I always count Rae-free days," he said as he also gave her a big hug. "They're like vacations."

"Speaking of which, where have you been this time?" Randy asked. "You couldn't call anybody?"

He knew about her 'Bucket list' and thought it was a bit silly. How could anyone live when they expected to die any minute? But he humoured her because he knew it had helped her through one of the most difficult times of her life. He had felt completely useless when faced with her overwhelming grief when her mother had died and she'd suddenly realised she didn't really have anyone else but him.

"I went somewhere in Columbia. I've actually been back a while. I just needed about a week's sleep to function properly. You wouldn't believe the size of the spiders I saw in that jungle, I couldn't sleep at all!"

All the men looked at her as if she was crazy.

"You went to Columbia?! By yourself?" Randy asked. "Why would you do a shit crazy thing like that?"

"They have excellent drugs!" Rae teased. "And I had plenty of company. Relax, I was never in any danger."

Shaking his head, John led her to the seat he had just vacated and offered her a drink.

"What, you don't introduce people where you come from, John?" Adam asked, his eyes on the incredibly gorgeous woman who had just walked in.

"Oh, sorry. You guys have never met, have you?" John said. "This is Rae Taylor, Randy's other half."

Both Shelton and Adam turned to look at Randy then.

"Not like that you twits!" Randy said. "We've been friend since forever, that's all."

Randy couldn't be sure but he thought he saw a look of relief in both the men's eyes. He had to laugh at that. What, did they think they stood a chance because she wasn't his woman? Compared to her, these men were just little boys. She would chew them up and spit them out without even blinking an eye!

"You're just in time, Rae. John and I were just about to go out," Randy said.

"Well, in that case, let me slip into something more comfortable. I'm in desperate need of a bit of loud music and plenty of booze."

"Mmm mmm mmm! Look at the butt on that one," Rae commented as she took a sip of her drink, her piercing blue eyes never once leaving the beautiful brunette grinding on the dance floor.

Randy turned to look as well and nodded his head.

"She'll do."

"She'll do? Is that the best you can come up with? Come on, look at her. She's the picture of perfection," Rae argued.

"Yeah, but she looks a bit like she's trying too hard," Randy put in.

True, most of the girl in the exclusive club, having noticed the WWE superstars drinking at the bar, were trying their best to be noticed. It always amused Rae, how some of them would do anything to be the next notch on the wrestlers' bed posts.

"Ain't nothing wrong with trying too hard, Randy. The harder they try the better they please," she chuckled.

"Will you guys just stop," John Cena snapped with a disgusted look on his face. "Besides, Rae, she don't look like she swings that way."

"Correction, John. She probably thinks she doesn't swing that way. Just wait till I get my hands on her," she laughed.

"What are you guys up to, anyway?" John questioned.

He'd known his friends long enough to know when they were scheming, which was almost all the time.

"Threesome," Randy answered without skipping a beat, his eyes still on the brunette.

John almost choked on his drink.

"Huh? Sorry, I don't think I heard you right," he said. "For a moment there I thought you said you're looking to have a threesome tonight."

Rae looked at her very moral and proper friend and chuckled.

"We could always stop looking and take you back to our room instead," she said seductively as she wickedly ran her foot slowly up John's leg under the table. "I know I'd enjoy that very, very much."

This time John did choke, causing both Rae and Randy to laugh.

"I'm very flexible and know quite a few tricks, and I'm an expert with my tongue," Rae continued, her foot still going up his leg until it found the huge bulge it was looking for.

His eyes widening, John caught her foot and pushed it off.

"I think I'll pass," he frowned.

"Come on Rae, little John doesn't want to play with us tonight," Randy said as he got up from the bar stool.

"Tonight or ever!"

Laughing, Rae put her little strappy, high heeled sandals on and got up too.

"Time to reel her in," Randy said to her with his trademark melt-your-panties smile.

Shaking his head, John watched as the same smile appeared on Rae's lips. These two were so alike it always freaked him out. They were like the same person; they had the same tastes, same dislikes and both were cocky as hell. They even shared the same taste in women, a fact John had got used to even though he knew Rae had a big appetite for men, too. To her sex was sex.

Ordering another drink, he watched as the two descended on their prey. The girl never stood a chance really, sandwiched between them as they moved against her to the music. It was like watching hardcore porn, the way they used their bodies to excite the girl; Randy behind her, his hands holding the girl against him and moving her sensually to the music; Rae in front of her winning and grinding, moving her gorgeous butt up and down the poor girl. And she was gorgeous, make no mistake about that! If he didn't know her so well, he would have been on her so fast... But she was a love 'em and leave 'em type just like Randy, while he valued relationships. It would never work.

To date, she was probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. Tall, about 5 ft 8, silky golden hair, deep blue eyes, curves in all the right places and then some! To say she was very experienced would be putting it mildly, she had absolutely no room on her bed post for anymore notches. The girl was very sexual and was not afraid to show it. They had a name for women like her, and she wore it proudly like a prized badge. John firmly believed it was Randy who had made her who she was, having had an influence on her since they had both been in diapers. Honestly, talking to Rae was like talking to Randy. They knew each other so well they could finish each other's sentences and seemed to know what the other was thinking and feeling without any words spoken.

He watched them some more, thinking how well they worked together; like a well oiled machine. Every movement they made was calculated to drive the girl wild. It almost seemed rehearsed as well, how they seemed to know which moves the other was doing and perform a well executed counter move. Eventually they led the poor girl back to the table, like a sheep being led to the slaughter.

"We're heading off now, John," Randy said, his eyes still on their catch. "You coming with us?"

John quickly shook his head.

"I'll catch a ride with Dave, or someone," he said, indicating the man who was sitting at a table nearby with Paul Levesque and young Kendrick.

The men were looking over at them as if they could not believe what they had witnessed. Yeah, the crazy things his friends did always brought them attention. He was used to it now.

Rae bent over, aware that Dave and his friends could probably see up her slutty little skirt.

"Don't stay away too long," she whispered in his ear as she picked up her bag from the floor. "I meant what I said. You can join the party."

John swallowed hard as he tried his best to remember his reasons for not taking her up on her offer. Oh, it wasn't because she was a slut or that she was one of his good friends. It was because she was Racheal Taylor Callaway, spawn of the Undead.

Watching them walk away with their catch, one hand in Rae's and the other in Orton's, John shook his head again and prayed their little stunt would not bring an angry Dead Man to their door the next morning. Getting up, he picked up his beer and headed to the other men's table, seating himself in one of the vacant chairs.

"What the hell was that?" Dave asked.

"Trust me, you really don't want to know," he answered as he took a sip of his beer.

"Who was that?" Brian asked. "She looked familiar."

Yeah, he'd probably seen her in the papers or magazines hanging off the arm of this musician or that athlete. If he was to guess, he'd say she'd slept with everyone she had ever photographed! He knew the only reason she had taken up this profession was so she could look at beautiful people all day. That fact that she took perfect photos everytime was an added bonus. He and Randy had sat in on one of her shoots once and figured out her secret. She was probably the only person he knew who could take the atmosphere in the room from normal to sizzling with sexual tension in one second. She used that to her advantage, using the sexual anticipation as the perfect tool to produce excellent shots. It showed in her photos and that was what made them sell.

"Her name is Racheal," he answered, not revealing she was also Taker's illegitimate child. That was something both Rae and Randy worked painstakingly hard to keep hidden.

"I've never seen her about before," Dave said. "Is she Randy's new 'special friend'?"

The reason most of the wrestlers had never met her, or if they have, had never been properly introduced, was because her visits were always flying ones. She, like them, had a very busy schedule, so whenever they happened to be in the same town, she'd stay with them for only one or two nights. So when she did stop, she was always too busy catching up with Randy. It was their downtime, so to speak, when they both took a break from whoring. This time was different though. She was staying for a few weeks. He couldn't say he was looking forward to it, because where Rae went, drama always followed.

"No, they've been friends for a fucking long time," Triple H answered for him. "I've seen them together before once or twice, but Randy keeps her to himself."

"Can't blame him," Brian smirked. "She's hot."

And he'd stand no fucking chance, John thought.

"Can I crash with one of you guys?" he asked. "My room is kinda crowded tonight."

"You mean they really are going to share that girl?" Dave asked.

John nodded.

"Told you," Paul said. "I can spot a lesbian miles away."

"Fuck!" Brian swore. "Lesbian? I was so sure she came on to me when I bumped into her on my way to the bathroom."

John had to laugh. Rae fucked anything that moved. With her traveling with them for a while, they'd work that out for themselves soon enough.

"You can crash in Rey's bed. He's not checking in till tomorrow," Dave offered.

"Thanks. I'll be out of your hair early morning."

That would give Rae and Randy enough time to use the girl and throw her out.

Individually, Rae and Randy were extraordinary and unforgettable lovers; taking their time and wallowing in the sensations that sexual contact brought. Together they were lethal, a phenomenon. They had the girl naked and on her back before she could blink an eye.

Both of them still fully dressed, they knelt on the bed on either side of her, just looking at her beautiful body, every inch of it. The anticipation heightened their senses, the naked lust in their eyes an aphrodisiac to their willing hostage. She let out a low moan and wriggled her body, as if the heat from their eyes was actually burning through her.

"Please..." she moaned.

Neither needed further encouragement. Rae's fingers finally met her hot flesh, the tips only lightly skimming her body; slowly from her long, smooth neck to the tip of her perky breast. Randy bent his head and lightly ran his tongue over her naval then gently blew on it. All the while they watched the girl's face, watched the play of emotions evoked by their actions. She looked ready, her body reacting to every movement, her face flushed; but they were nowhere near started.

Rae brought the tip of her tongue on the tit that begged her attention, growing hotter with every little whimper the girl made. When she released it, she also gently blew on it, earning a nice little groan. Randy ran his hand down her leg then gently lifted it to give the same sort of attention to her inner thigh. He made sure not to touch her where she needed it the most. Slowly, feeling heady from his heightened senses, he lowered his head so he could kiss her inner thigh. Neither he or Rae would ever think of kissing any lower than that, not with a stranger.

Rae lifted her other leg and bent it at the knee to make her more accessible, then trailed her fingers to where the girl needed them. At her cry of pleasure, she smiled to herself as she thought what a loud one they had got themselves. To her mind, those were the best, the ones that completely let go of themselves, gave in to their primal instincts. They had chosen well.

Randy trailed his lips up the girl's body to her nipple, using his expert skill to increase the girl's frantic movements while his other hand joined Rae's. It didn't take the girl long to finally reach the peak she had been clambering to. As soon as they felt it coming, they looked up to watch her face, both of them moaning at the incredible beautiful thing they were witnessing, the whole reason for their actions. It was intoxicating, like a drug they both could not do without.

When she finally lay, spent, they turned their attention on each other. The girl still between them, Rae reached across and pulled his shirt off to reveal the perfectly sculptured body. He was perfect, every inch of him, and she loved touching him. When she ran her fingers over his chiseled abs, he sucked in a breath, making a little hissing sound. Leaning forward, she let him kiss her within an inch of her life, his tongue doing things that no other man could ever do. She straddled the girl as she continued her exploration of Randy's magnificent body, knowing the girl was watching and getting hot all over again. That was the whole point. It didn't take long to have him completely naked and she almost laughed at the girl's gasp when she noticed the size of him. Yes, Randy was huge. She had not felt him inside her in a long time, not after that brief period when she had lost her virginity to him when she'd been sixteen, but she'd seen him in action numerous times. She didn't touch him there. She never did. But she'd seen that dick drive girls insane.

Randy made short work of her own clothes, ripping her little top off and her knickers when he could not contain his need any longer. When they were both completely naked his eyes traveled the length of her tanned body; the perfectly shaped full breast, the toned stomach, the incredibly narrow waist and the full hips that drove all the men wild. She was incredible; noone could deny that. He smiled a bit when his eyes rested on her little tattoo, the letters RKO just under her bikini line. He had branded her so many years ago before both their careers had taken off, after a drunken night out on the prowl. But that was another story.

Finally they turned their attention to the girl, the only one there who could bring their release. Even though they shared this sacred ritual, occasionally touching and kissing, they would never even think of sleeping with each other.

They were soul mates, best friends, witnesses to each others pains and joys, protector of each other's secrets. Even though they were both very sexual beings, they didn't see each other in a sexual way. They could sleep with the same woman because their combined chemistry when turned on to their chosen prey, was explosive. But they would never sleep with each other.

And so they turned on they prey, lying on either side of her as the heat drove them all into a frenzy. The fun was only just beginning.