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Wrestler's Rhapsody - Part one

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Part One

I'm seventeen as of today. Killer's twenty two and a wrestler. A damn big wrestler, too. Six foot eight, three hundred pounds and bossy as hell.

I was only sixteen when we first met and he took me in. Kind of becoming an instant parent. I found him and one of his buddies in a lake. They actually started out in a boat, but didn't stay there long.

Can't really blame them for not being good swimmers after they got head banged as the boat went over. I made sure they didn't drown. Anyway that's another story. We had an instant attraction for one another. He was half conscious when he first saw me. Not too hard to impress someone who thinks you're an angel! I told him I wasn't.

So you could say I was kind of adopted. Legal guardian to a bratty teenager doesn't bring any fame. Killer nearly had a coronary when he found out how old I was. He was already famous, anyway.

Once legal papers were signed and I became his responsibility he wasted no time bossing me around. Rule One: no sex, or anything even resembling it was going to happen as long as I was under age. Rule Two:

no lying, ever or else. Rule Three: no brushes with the law. Rule Four: no yelling, swearing, throwing things or tantrums in general.

The first three rules were pretty easy to follow. The last one was hell. I was used to getting my own way. Killer was used to getting his.

I have to admit he was pretty patient. He took it pretty well the day I dyed my hair blue (just a rinse). He'd made some piggish comment about people with blue hair being morons. He saw an example of one while choosing a school for me to attend. I thought the school had a lot to offer academically. Killer preferred some stuffy all girl's school. I won that battle because I promised to bring those leering little girls home in groups with me to meet the famous man.

Killer is never wrong. He'll tell you that himself. Anyway, I figured a straight A report card presented by someone with blue hair would be good for a laugh. He didn't laugh. After the initial shock I was ordered to my room. He momentarily backed off when I said "But I did it for you!" That bought me enough time to explain why I had blue hair. I guess he realized how important it was for me to prove him wrong, just once.

I'd been planning to surprise Killer by buying a dress. Tomboys don't wear dresses until they're damn good and ready to. Well, I was ready.

I bought it last week at an exclusive shop in L.A. Killer's favourite colour is midnight blue, which goes well with my red hair. He'd never seen me in a dress and I wanted to make an impression. A big impression!

This was going to be a special evening for Killer, but he didn't know that yet. I found out he'd lied to me. About three weeks after I moved in he took me to see the sun set over the ocean. I noticed some very elegant looking people entering a restaurant. He told me the place had a dress code and that he would only take me out to eat there if I wore a dress. I believed him, too.

Imagine my shock when I called the place a week before my birthday to make a reservation. No, they didn't have a dress code, I was told.

Well, it was pay back time. He'd threatened to spank me if I ever lied to him. ( So maybe he has a few pounds on me and I'm not smart enough to be afraid of him, but I'm not crazy enough to piss him off on purpose, either.) Killer was going to regret he'd ever lied to me!

I needed a week lead time for those stupid shoes. I've never worn high heels and I didn't want to break any body parts on my birthday (well, maybe one body part). I practiced every morning for an hour and a half walking around the house. I'm an early riser (say 5 am). Killer's an 8 am type of guy. The last thing I needed was to have him catch me practicing and blow away my surprise.

My height is 5 foot seven which used to be tall until he showed up. The dress was sexy. Kind of silky with skinny straps, low cut enough to show off cleavage and a split up one side to show off some thigh. I even learned to do something with my hair which spent most of its time stuffed under a ball cap. It was piled up hanging down on one side. I took the time to apply makeup to cover the freckles. I don't wear makeup, but somehow freckles just didn't seem very sexy or mature to me.

When I got ready to make my grand entrance Killer's mom kept him and Crusher (other wrestler I found in the lake) busy. As I entered the living room their backs were to me. Even his mom was surprised at my new look. Her facial expression caused them to turn quickly and stare. I waited forever it seemed to get a reaction.

"Well, do I look fat?" I said. It was hard to just stand there getting stared at without anyone saying anything.

"You look beautiful, Katie." Crusher said and excused himself. Killer's mom just smiled and went to the kitchen to fix coffee. Killer smiled and winked. I could have melted into the carpet. No guy has the right to look that sexy!

"So you are a girl." he chuckled. I walked over to him and playfully slugged his arm. Slugging wrestlers isn't really advisable. They don't seem to notice so if you get carried away and slug too hard you end up hurting yourself.

"I thought you hadn't figured that out, so I dressed up. If you remember, you said you'd take me out to dinner at that place on the wharf if I wore a dress. Is that still the deal?"

"Yep. I always keep my word, Katie. But this is Saturday and without a reservation we might not get a table. I'll call and check it out though."

"I already made the reservation, just in case. The guy said I could cancel without it being a problem." I smiled up at him sweetly and winked back. The dress code lie was all I could focus on. When was he going to tell me?

"How long do I have to get ready?"

"I made it for 6 pm." It was now 2 pm. That would give him four hours to cough up the truth. Ample time to put my plan into action.

"I was going down to the gym with Crusher till around 4 o'clock. You won't change your mind, now, will you?"

"Nope. I intend to put a big dent in your wallet tonight." He just laughed at that. It was one of the things we fought about constantly.

He has money and he's very generous. I have pride and get pissed off when he tries to buy me stuff. He gave me a playful swat on the behind and left to join Crusher. Getting smacked even playfully by a wrestler could be compared to being hit by a big truck!

I spent some time with Killer's mom having coffee. Once the guys left I was able to sneak up to his room to finish off my preparations then went off to have a nap. I'd been planning the loss of my virginity for an entire week. Tonight I would need a mountain of courage to actually make a pass at him. He'd made the rules clear, but as of today, I wasn't under age. It seemed worth the risk. Anyway, he'd lied to me and I was determined to make him pay dearly for it.

We met in the living room at 5 pm dressed and ready to go. He still hadn't mentioned the big lie. I was beginning to wonder if he remembered telling one. I was starting to get worried by the time the limo pulled up. We hadn't made it out of the driveway when he spoke up.

"Katie, I have a confession to make." I flashed an angelic smile at him. Here it comes. "Do you remember the time I took you to the wharf to watch the sunset?" I nodded still smiling. "Well, Katie, I lied to you about the dress code at the restaurant." I pretended to be shocked.

"Please don't get upset. It's just, well, I didn't know you very well then and I thought if I gave you a reason to wear a dress that you just might do it. I never meant to hurt you, Katie. If you want to change your mind about going to dinner I'll understand." He looked sincere, but he hadn't suffered nearly enough to suit me. He was going to do A LOT of suffering if I got my way.

"Do you remember what you said you'd do to me if I ever lied to you, Killer?" I said trying to look as crushed as possible. "You said you'd spank me. Well, what am I supposed to do to you? I think I deserve some kind of compensation, you know. It's only fair." I finally had the upper hand. He looked kind of sheepish sitting there, lost for words. That was a first. I moved over to the other seat in the limo.

Still close enough to touch his knee if I reached out with my hands.

"It seems to me you should be punished for lying. Don't you agree?"

"I guess so." He kind of shrugged but one eyebrow lifted. "What did you have in mind?" That was the opening I'd been praying for.

"Well, I think you should pay a heavy price for lying. The only reason I bought this dress was so you'd take me out like you promised. Anyway, if you really are sorry I want you to lean back, relax and close your eyes. I have something I'd like to say, but if you're staring at me...well..I'd just end up getting flustered or pissed off. Will you do that?" He nodded got comfortable and closed his eyes. I couldn't read the expression on his face. "You have to promise to listen until I'm done. No interrupting. OK?"

"Go ahead, Katie. I'm all ears." It wasn't his ears I was interested in!

"I figure you lied because you were trying to con me into looking like a girl. You know I'm not comfortable wearing that sissy stuff. So first I want to know if that's why you lied?"

"Yes it is."

"Well, now I look like a girl. But let me warn you, I intend to fix your little red wagon and before tonight is over you're really going to regret provoking me. I have a proposition for you. After you've heard it, and I mean all of it, then you can answer. You get three choices.

Yes. No. Or, you'll take a raincheck. Should I continue?" Please say yes before I chicken out.

"Keep talking," a lopsided grin spread over that devilishly handsome face.

"I'd like to make a pass at you. I'm not quite sure how so I'll just come out and say it. I don't want to wake up tomorrow morning still a virgin. Since it's your fault that I don't feel like one, or look like one, I think you should do something about it." This was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Even though his eyes were still closed I knew I was blushing.

"When I bought this dress, I'd already found out you lied. So, I picked out some of that sexy lingerie. I bought six outfits all different colours. I'm proposing to model them for you privately after dinner." Thank God he was smiling when I took a peek at him. I was spending most of my time studying my shoes. This was really embarrassing.

"My private sitting room is all prepared. There's a bottle of champagne in the fridge and a pound of those red grapes you like. I fixed up the big arm chair for you and on the table beside it is a bowl with six folded pieces of paper. Each one has a different colour written on it.

So you would have to get comfy, pick one, and we'll see what colour you get first." I peeked again. He was grinning. He wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. Just wait, I thought, you'll get yours.

"Then I'll go put it on. Now remember, this is punishment for you. I made sure every outfit is put together with laces. I figure a big wrestler like you should be able to operate laces. I put them on. You get to take them off. No touching though, just looking." I swear I heard him groan softly. "I think an old guy like you should be able to make it through all six colours. There's even a special door prize if you behave yourself. One outfit is the "I Dream of Genie" type. That's what the grapes are for. I'll peel them for you while your busy working." I could hear him breathing.

"I think if you can behave yourself until the show is over I can forgive you for lying. It seems to me the ultimate pay back, even if it hurts worse than being spanked. I bet you'll never lie again." There it was out. Killer was still grinning. He didn't look very penitent to me.

My face was still hot. I was sure when he opened his eyes I would just die of shame.

"Alright, that's what I wanted to say. You can think about your answer until after dinner, if you want to. You can open your eyes now." Please say yes, Please say Yes, Please SAY YES!!!

When I was able to look at him I was surprised to see him staring out the window. He seemed deep in thought. He finally looked at me, patting the seat beside him. I moved over happy not to have to look straight at him. One arm dropped around my shoulders and he leaned over giving me a kiss on the side of my face. Hot lips slid over to my ear.

"You've been planning this for quite some time, I bet. I ought to spank you for being such a tease, little girl." he whispered in my ear. I shivered with delight/fear.. something was spreading over my body.

"That might even be fun, as long as you're not pissed off when you do." I turned to give him my cutest smile.

"Cheeky little witch," But the way he said it made me feel like a million bucks. I could have attacked him right there in the car. But I had to steel myself against the temptation. Killer was going to endure all six colours, even if it took until Monday.

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