The following takes place in February 2002.
I've been working at Caesar's Palace for a few years. Prior to that, I worked for WWE in the talent relations department. Now that I'm 29 I finally got to work in the VIP area of the casino here in Las Vegas. The VIP area is for the high rollers that come to the casino to spend huge amounts of money, sometimes even in the millions. Most nights we're assigned to specific people in the VIP area and told to do whatever we can to please them, within reason.
On this night in late February we got a call from pro wrestler Steve Austin saying that he needed two rooms for the night. Since I was his contact at Caesar's because he knew me, it was up to me to help him. It seemed strange that he needed two rooms, but we booked it for him. We don't ask questions in Vegas. When word got out that Austin and his wife Debra would be there I volunteered to look after them. I did like Austin as a performer, but I heard he was an asshole around Debra, so I kept that in mind. I wanted to see Debra because she was my favorite wrestling woman of all time and was always nice to me, so I figured it was a win-win situation. Debra wasn't on TV much anymore, the rumors were that was because of Steve, so I was looking forward to seeing what was up.
When they arrived at around 11, I could tell this wasn't the picture of the perfect couple. As soon as they got out, Steve was crabby, asking for a drink right away and to point him in the direction of the VIP tables. I told him that we did his request of giving he and his wife separate rooms on different floors. I didn't ask why, of course, but I heard Debra say in my direction that it was better that way. She was looking as gorgeous as ever, wearing one of those business suit/short skirt combos she wears in the WWF. It was all black with the top having two of three buttons undone and her massive tits hanging out from under the black bra that covered them. I made eye contact with her right away, then I stared at her tits and I saw her glaring at me, but with a smile followed by a wink. On the way to the VIP room five college kids recognized Steve and asked him for an autograph. Without mincing words, Steve told them to "get out of my fucking face" while they looked pissed off. Debra, meanwhile, was more than willing to sign the autographs. I waited with her while Steve went forward into the VIP room. After she signed the five autographs she let out a deep sigh. I didn't say anything, but I could tell there were problems here.
We went into the VIP area where Steve requested so he could have privacy. As soon as we got in the room, Steve started drinking from one of the three pitchers of beers he ordered. Debra sat in one of the chairs, legs crossed and a pissed off look on her face while Steve called me over.
"Listen Jake, I'm gonna need a couple women here. Big tits. Brown hair. Just get me the best. If they're twins that's even better. Only need them for 20 minutes or so, then I'll be in the poker room. Can you do that?"
I nodded to him that I could, so I called the right people to bring over two twin brunettes from the escort service in the hotel. While I was waiting on the phone, I heard Steve and Debra talking back and forth angrily. My call ended up being short, but I still kept the phone to my ear because I could hear them.
"You're bringing two women here to fuck you right now?" She asked him.
"That's right. They're young, not some hasbeen 40 year old like you," he said while chugging on a beer. I definitely disagreed with him on that one.
"Right here in front of me, you don't even care?" She asked again, furiously. He didn't even say anything, he just kept drinking. "Remember when you told me all those months ago that you were okay with me seeing other men, but I told you I wouldn't do that because we were married. Well fuck that, because as far as I'm concerned this marriage is over."
"What are you gonna do, bitch, divorce me?" He laughed after the question. "You signed a pre-nup. What's mine is mine. You won't get shit from me."
"No I won't, but I'm not going to sit here and watch you." As she said that, I could feel my dick rise, but maybe that was just because I was staring at her tits. At this point I hung up the phone.
"So then go," Steve told her. "I don't give a shit."
"I'm going," she said while smirking, "and the divorce papers are going to be filed very soon."
"That's great," Steve said with a laugh. "Go celebrate with this asshole staring at your tits."
I was shocked that he would say that. Debra was mad at him, but she did a wry smile towards me as well. Debra went to walk away.
Steve signaled for me to come close: "Go with Debra. Just make sure she's safe. Just keep an eye on her. Here's a little something for you." He handed me $1,000 in cash. Then he looked me in the face and said: "Don't fucking judge me, son."
I walked away shaking my head as the girls got closer to Steve while starting their stripper dance. Debra, meanwhile, was checking her makeup. I helped her with her bag, which was quite full because the WWF was on tour, and we exited the room. She was fighting back the tears, so I handed her a napkin to wipe her eye. We were standing in an area in between the VIP area and the regular casino gaming area. I walked with her bags to the main gaming area, but she stopped me before I got through the door.
"What did he say to you back there? I saw him talking to you about something, what was it?" She asked me point blank.
I told her, "He just wanted to make sure that you're safe." She scoffed as I continued. "And he handed me $1,000 to get you a room."
"Hmmm," she smirked, "That's the nicest thing he's done for me in months. Our marriage was a shame. It was only marriage in name only. I only travel with him because of his precious image. There's no love there. None at all. Now that the divorce is final I want to celebrate...with you."
She gave me a hug, then slowly looked into my eyes and kissed me on the mouth. I was hesitant at first, but then I kissed her back.
