My name is Rob Anderson, I'm 27 years old. I was born in Vancouver, British Columbia and now live between London and Stamford, CT. I work for the WWE, but not in the way that you would all think. I'm not a wrestler, a referee, an agent, nothing like that. I drive the superstars and divas around during any international tours due to my knowledge of cities like London, Paris, Barcelona and more. The last time we went overseas, I was assigned to drive Zack Ryder and Dolph Ziggler around. Luckily for this tour, I got assigned two of the hottest divas on the roster, Layla and Maryse. Some people would look at my job and think that it sucks, but I get paid well and this tour with the divas turned out to be completely worth it.
We were all sitting in the airport waiting for our plane to London to board. Layla and I struck up conversation as we waited. She told me she can't wait to go to London and how she "absolutely loves" the people and the places of England. She of course would know the city of London considering she was born and raised there. She seemed to know more about the city than I did. I saw the twinkle in her eyes and the excitement in her accent, she was getting ancy.
Our flight boarded and we took our seats. I was seated with Undertaker and Michelle McCool to my left with Natalya Neidhart and Tyson Kidd to my right. Two couples who were too much into each other to even notice me sitting there, what an exciting flight. I quickly fell asleep and was violently shaken awake by the Undertaker because I was snoring. Luckily the flight was almost over as we were about to land.
After I got off the plane, my and the other drivers, were given the keys to the cars. As I pulled up, I signaled to Maryse and Layla that their car was ready. Maryse got in the front as Layla got in the back, smiling as she looked up into the London sky. Layla wanted to see the city, but they had to get to their hotels and check in, so she would have to wait until tomorrow.
Once they both checked in, I had to help carry their luggage to their rooms. Layla grabbed most of her bags herself as she didn't want to put any added work on me. Maryse was busy yelling into her phone when I get to her room. I knocked.
"Who the fuck is it?" Maryse yelled.
"It's Rob with your luggage." I said back.
She quickly opened the door, took her bags, and slammed the door in my face. I turned to walk away when I heard the door open. I turned back and saw Maryse in tears walking up to me.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you and slammed the door, I just had a fight with my boyfriend" She wiping away her tears.
"It's perfectly fine, you're in a difficult situation. Besides that, it's not the first time I've had a door slam in my face since I started with the WWE." I responded.
"Come inside, I'll make you a drink as my way of apologizing." She took my hand and led me inside. She closed the door behind me and opened one of her. She pulled out a big bottle of vodka and placed it on the table.
"Damn, someone's gonna have a fun trip."
"I don't go anywhere without my vodka!"
She poured me some vodka with lemon juice and handed me the drink. For herself, she poured the vodka on ice and drank the whole thing quickly.
"So we're going sight-seeing tomorrow?" She asked
"Yes. You, Layla and I will be all over London tomorrow."
"I can't wait, I love London."
"I would love to stay but I have to deliver a bag for MVP, his bag got mixed in with yours." I was about to leave when Maryse grabbed my hand and gave me a sad look before she spoke.
"Do you have time to do one thing for me first?" She asked, still with her sad face in full effect.
"I'm sure I could find the time."
"I want to suck your cock; it's my final way of apologizing. "
Before I could answer her, she was unzipping my pants and began to pull them down. My underwear was soon pulled down as well, freeing my eight-inch member right into Maryse's sight.
"Wow, C'est un pΓ©nis parfait!"
"I'm sorry?" I asked because I didn't understand French.