Post by Steve Sinclair on Apr 10, 2019 21:56:35 GMT
I don’t know what I was thinking with trying to go to bed early tonight. For the past hour I have been laying in a cold empty bed. I tossed and turned in nothing but my bra and panties. Tison was out doing something, it was 8:11PM, I simply wanted to go to bed early and hit the gym tomorrow. There was no way that I was going to be getting any sleep that night. Monday Night Massacre was around the corner, I should get my rest but I was completely restless. Staring up at the ceiling, I already knew why I couldn’t sleep. Something deep was on my mind, something that I clearly didn’t know how to shake off. I slammed my pillow down on the bed, I felt so frustrated. I quickly grabbed my cell phone and got out of bed. I began to send a few text messages to someone…
After I was done sending a text, I got in the shower, got dressed up and headed out of the door. I was dressed in some nicely fitted dark grey pants, the pants showed off my curves in a dangerous way. I was also wearing this yellow designer short top. My blonde hair flowed down my back as I was on the road driving to a restaurant called “B.J.’s Steakhouse”. I drove in silence, so much was rolling through my head. My goal tonight was to simply meet up with this personal and have a nice long conversation. I feel like there was a lot that I wanted to say. Hopefully he won’t think that i’m being flirtatious with what I had on, but hey, I am always going to be me no matter who i’m with. B.J.’s Steakhouse was the perfect place for me to meet up with him. The place is not too intimate or sexy, it’s a nice family get up in a sense. Once I parked my car, I headed into the restaurant and asked for a private table that was way in the back.
I received a text from him telling me that he was on his way…..
7 Minutes have gone by
The waitress gave me a nice private booth table inside the steakhouse. The area was kinda intimate but Aubrey had no control over that. Sitting at the table with her legs crossed, she decided that she didn’t want to order anything until he got here.
It’s 8:00 PM and Bester walks out of the bathroom fresh from his shower after his second workout of the day working his brand new He Man Underoos set he got off of the internet the other day. He walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge kinda feeling like He Man in the shirt, all he would need is He Man’s sword. He reaches in the fridge and pulls out a gallon of milk and pours himself a glass.
On the kitchen table is a 5 gallon zip lock bag pull of random GI Joe action figures, a mismatch of parts and pieces, a box lot he found at a pawn shop on the way home from Massacre. A little known fact about Bester is that he likes to restore old GI Joe figures. Bester sits down as he takes a hardy gulp of whole milk and sets the glass down on the table. Spartacus then jumps on the table.
“Hey buddy!” Bester says so happy to see his beloved kitty. “I know, It’s getting late.” Bester says as he runs his hand down Sparky’s back. After some “kitty loving time”, Bester opens up the ziplock bag of parts and pieces and starts to pull various parts out of the bag, sorting them.
His phone then buzzes as he receives a text message. Bester looks at it puzzled. He picks up his phone.
“Who is texting me at this ungodly hour?” Bester says as his phone reads 8:14PM. “Mister Jones knows better…..oh?” Bester says upon seeing who sent him a text. Bester gently sets his phone down and stares at the screen.
“Spartacus….Miss Baxter has asked me to meet her at a steakhouse.” Bester says and looks at his kitty for some sort of guidance. Spartacus, being a cat, doesn’t give a shit. He is laying on the table purring, wish that Bester would get the hint and put a can of tuna down.
“Oh dear…..I don’t know what to do! Miss Baxter wants to talk. I hope she’s not mad at me? I made sure that my eyes were facing the corner the whole time! I swear I did not peak! I was a good boy and did not look at Miss Baxter changing into her wrestling gear. Or out of her wrestling gear. Or taking a shower. Or changing after that. I was watching nothing but the concrete wall!”
Bester snaps out of his chair, it falls over and tumbles to floor. Bester then almost trips over it as he backs away from the table as he starts to panic.
“No! No! No! I didn’t look! I was good!” Bester says as he grabs his head thinking the worst is about to happen. “Think Bester! Think! Who might be able to help me?” Bester asks himself.
Then it hits him. He picks up his phone and makes a call. A couple of seconds later, someone picks up.
“Mister Kelloggs? It’s past Eight O’Clock. At night? Yes, It’s 8 at night…..sorry for waking you up for the day. Mister Kelloggs, I have a question and I know you can help me. No, I don’t want to go with you to see Mister Valentine, but I do have a girl question. I don’t know what that means Mister Kelloggs. Or that. Or that either. You remember Miss Baxter? Yes, that would be her. She texted me to meet her at a steakhouse to talk. The name of the steakhouse? BJ’s Steakhouse. I’m pretty sure that is not what that means Mister Kelloggs. I’ve seen it a couple of times when I’m driving to and from the OCW Arena. Yes, it’s a real place. Well, I don’t know what to do. Should I go? Okay? It just says she wants to talk and get to know each other better. So….go and meet her then? Okay. What? I’m not leaving without wearing underwear Mister Kelloggs, nor am I wearing sweatpants. Girls don’t do that Mister Kelloggs.”
Bester then holds the phone away from his ear as we can hear James Kelloggs laughing on the other end. Bester ends the call, slightly disgusted by what James suggested. He then swipes his phone a couple of times and sends a reply.
“Okay. Meet you there Miss Baxter.”
Then debates if he should send a smiley face or not. In the end he decides against it. Bester gets dressed, slipping into some black jeans and one of his smiley face hoodies. (Yes, still wearing his He Man Underoos)
15 minutes later…..
Bester pulls up in front of BJ’s Steakhouse in his 1979 Honda Civic CVCC Wagon. He climbs out of his car and through the windows, he spots Aubrey sitting by herself at a booth. Bester slowly closes the driver’s side door and his palms instantly get sweaty. He tries to wipe them on his jeans to no avail. Choosing to then slide his hands in his pockets, Bester makes his way inside.
Spotting Bester approaching her at the table, Aubrey gets up and greets him with a warm smile and hug. Hopefully Bester didn't feel too awkward as she had her arms wrapped around his waist in a hug. Once she let go, she sits back down at the table booth. Bester sits across from her as they were now sitting down. Aubrey looks happy to see him. Under the table, Bester's leg starts to bounce, a nervous twitch hes always had.
{Bester}: “Miss Baxter.”
{Aubrey}: “Best, thank you so much for coming. I gotta get you to start calling me Aubrey.”
{Bestet}: “Momma always told me it is rude to not address someone by their proper name.”
She chuckles lightly, taking her hand and gently placing it on top of his left hand. Rubbing the top of his hand with affection.
{Aubrey}: “Bester, don't be nervous, I don't want you to be nervous. It's flattering that you're so drawn to me, but if you and I are going to be working together? You gotta feel more comfortable around me.”
{Bester}: “I'm sorry Miss Baxter…”
Aubrey tilts her head down and gives Bester the look.
{Bester}: “Au….Au….Aubrey.”
Aubrey pats Bester's hand a couple of times.
{Aubrey}: “That's better.”
{Bester}: “I just don't wanna make you, or anyone mad at me. This one time, one of my uncles was spending the night at the house. He got me a brand new toy! A Soundwave Transformers and I was in the living room playing with my new toy, and watching the Muppets on tv, when my aunt stopped by and boy! My aunt who I never meet before was really really mad that my uncle was wrestling my mom. I clearly remember her screaming really nasty, foul things at my mom. This upset me…..Aubrey, and, I went in my moms room even though she told me to never go in there when she was wrestling, and my aunt was hitting my mom really hard. I tried to stop her, but she threw me down to the ground, she even kicked me. I had a hard time breathing and my lip was bleeding……”
Bester tails off and glances out the window. After a couple of seconds, Bester clears his throat and looks down at Aubrey's hand on his.
{Bester}: “My aunts shirt was torn open as my mom was hitting her back. My mom and my uncle were naked, things, were flopping around. I saw and heard a lot of things. I wasn't sure what was going on, but everyone was calling each other names, calling me names, my new toy was stepped on and broken. I remember being sad and confused.
I just don't want something like that to happen again. I just don't want people, you, Mister Welsh to be angry with me. I'm not sure what I did that night to have everyone yelling at me, i just don't want it to happen again. And…”
Bester pauses and glances up at Aubrey. He's getting nervous, more than he was a couple of minutes ago.
{Bester}: “Aubrey, if you don't mind me saying, you are a very pretty lady. I think others feel the same. I, uhmm, I...momma never allowed me to watch the movies rated r because momma said it was full of topless bimbos and i wasn't allowed to watch them. Momma also wouldn't let me have a girlfriend either. She told me that girls would ruin me and give me crabs. I don't know why a girl would give a boy a pet crab, even if it's one of them hermit crabs, it does sound like a weird gift.”
It was hard for Aubrey to keep her eyes off of Bester. Listening to everything he just told her, it felt like a true friend who was simply opening up to her. The story that he was telling her was heartbreaking, all she could do was continue to listen until he was finally done talking. An emotional sigh began to pour out of Aubrey as she looks at Bester with sympathy and comfort. Standing up from her seat, she walks over to the other side of the table and sits right next to Bester. Getting closer and closer to him, she reaches out and puts her arm around him. Pulling him in close, she embraces him in a hug. I don’t know how nervous he started to feel, but she could feel Bester wrapping his arm around her waist as she pulls him in close. Looking up at Bester, she gently touches the side of his face with compassion. The waitress walks over because she wanted to take their order. Looking over at the waitress, Aubrey asks the waitress if she could give them about 15 minutes before they are ready to take their orders. Once the waitress had walked away, Aubrey turns all of her attention back on Bester.
Rubbing his back gently, she does her best to show him some comfort and support. Taking a deep sigh, she wraps her arm around his arm as they continued to hold each other. The two of them began to look rather intimate at the dinner table, but Aubrey wasn’t trying to make it appear that way. Deep down, she was simply showing love and support to someone that she was beginning to consider a friend. The look that Aubrey was giving him, Bester knows that she is being sincere.
{Aubrey}: “Bester……”
He looks into her eyes, they didn’t take their gaze off each other.
{Aubrey}: “I can tell that you have been through a lot. I understand what you have been through. I have to be honest Bester, I find you to be a very unique and interesting person. All my years of being in this business, I have never come across a wrestler like you. I have seen what you can do in the ring, I think you are amazing. I find you to be very sweet, a kind and well rounded man. Bester, we got put into a big situation because of Mia Valentine. We are gonna have to be working together for the next six months at least. I want to show Mia that she can’t sabotage or damage my career. I think we get along really well and I would be honored of continuing to work with you in OCW. There is so much that I want to share with you and talk to you about. You have truly opened up to me and I hope to one day to truly open up to you.”
Placing her fingers gently on the side of his face, demonstrating such compassion.
{Aubrey}: “I want you to feel truly comfortable around me. I’m Aubrey, I am your friend now. It’s ok, everything is going to be ok. Before we can focus on working together, we gotta be able to feel comfortable around each other. I wish I didn’t make you so nervous, it’s very flattering of you to compliment my beauty. I would also like to say that I think you are truly a handsome man.”
Aubrey smiles warmly.
{Aubrey}: “I would like for us to order dinner and continue to talk, open up and just feel comfortable around each other. I promise you that I am not going to hurt you, I won’t. I want us to build a level of trust as we enjoy the rest of the night together. Can you do that? …...Please?”
Under the table, Bester notices his leg bouncing up and down like a jackhammer at a million miles an hour. He didn’t even notice it till then and places his hand on top of his knee to stop his leg.
{Bester}: “hmm, Miss…...Aubrey. Why is Miss Valentine trying to wreck your career? I’ve been here at OCW for a while now. I don’t see her wrestling. Why is she bullying you? I’ve come across people here and there in wrestling who act just like Miss Valentine, but like, I can see why. They want that championship belt, or as Mister Nanook would tell me, they want that guys spot in the food chain because he’s higher up on the card, so he gets paid more. I just don’t understand why Miss Valentine is such a meanie.”
{Aubrey}: “Forget about her Bester, can you focus on us and our newfound friendship?”
Bester looks down at the table for a moment. He hasn't opened up to someone like this before. With Aubrey's arm draped across his shoulders, it did help him feel comfortable. He looks at Aubrey.
{Bester}: “Mis…..Aubrey. I'm not really hungry, but would you like to go do something fun? Something i always wanted to do.”
{Aubrey}: “What do you have in mind?”
{Bester}: “Uhmm.”
Bester takes his arm and slowly puts it around Aubrey's shoulders and leans in towards her, inching in closer. The look on Aubrey face has her unsure what he is doing and she starts to lean away from a tad, till Bester starts to whisper something in her ear.
After I was done sending a text, I got in the shower, got dressed up and headed out of the door. I was dressed in some nicely fitted dark grey pants, the pants showed off my curves in a dangerous way. I was also wearing this yellow designer short top. My blonde hair flowed down my back as I was on the road driving to a restaurant called “B.J.’s Steakhouse”. I drove in silence, so much was rolling through my head. My goal tonight was to simply meet up with this personal and have a nice long conversation. I feel like there was a lot that I wanted to say. Hopefully he won’t think that i’m being flirtatious with what I had on, but hey, I am always going to be me no matter who i’m with. B.J.’s Steakhouse was the perfect place for me to meet up with him. The place is not too intimate or sexy, it’s a nice family get up in a sense. Once I parked my car, I headed into the restaurant and asked for a private table that was way in the back.
I received a text from him telling me that he was on his way…..
7 Minutes have gone by
The waitress gave me a nice private booth table inside the steakhouse. The area was kinda intimate but Aubrey had no control over that. Sitting at the table with her legs crossed, she decided that she didn’t want to order anything until he got here.
It’s 8:00 PM and Bester walks out of the bathroom fresh from his shower after his second workout of the day working his brand new He Man Underoos set he got off of the internet the other day. He walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge kinda feeling like He Man in the shirt, all he would need is He Man’s sword. He reaches in the fridge and pulls out a gallon of milk and pours himself a glass.
On the kitchen table is a 5 gallon zip lock bag pull of random GI Joe action figures, a mismatch of parts and pieces, a box lot he found at a pawn shop on the way home from Massacre. A little known fact about Bester is that he likes to restore old GI Joe figures. Bester sits down as he takes a hardy gulp of whole milk and sets the glass down on the table. Spartacus then jumps on the table.
“Hey buddy!” Bester says so happy to see his beloved kitty. “I know, It’s getting late.” Bester says as he runs his hand down Sparky’s back. After some “kitty loving time”, Bester opens up the ziplock bag of parts and pieces and starts to pull various parts out of the bag, sorting them.
His phone then buzzes as he receives a text message. Bester looks at it puzzled. He picks up his phone.
“Who is texting me at this ungodly hour?” Bester says as his phone reads 8:14PM. “Mister Jones knows better…..oh?” Bester says upon seeing who sent him a text. Bester gently sets his phone down and stares at the screen.
“Spartacus….Miss Baxter has asked me to meet her at a steakhouse.” Bester says and looks at his kitty for some sort of guidance. Spartacus, being a cat, doesn’t give a shit. He is laying on the table purring, wish that Bester would get the hint and put a can of tuna down.
“Oh dear…..I don’t know what to do! Miss Baxter wants to talk. I hope she’s not mad at me? I made sure that my eyes were facing the corner the whole time! I swear I did not peak! I was a good boy and did not look at Miss Baxter changing into her wrestling gear. Or out of her wrestling gear. Or taking a shower. Or changing after that. I was watching nothing but the concrete wall!”
Bester snaps out of his chair, it falls over and tumbles to floor. Bester then almost trips over it as he backs away from the table as he starts to panic.
“No! No! No! I didn’t look! I was good!” Bester says as he grabs his head thinking the worst is about to happen. “Think Bester! Think! Who might be able to help me?” Bester asks himself.
Then it hits him. He picks up his phone and makes a call. A couple of seconds later, someone picks up.
“Mister Kelloggs? It’s past Eight O’Clock. At night? Yes, It’s 8 at night…..sorry for waking you up for the day. Mister Kelloggs, I have a question and I know you can help me. No, I don’t want to go with you to see Mister Valentine, but I do have a girl question. I don’t know what that means Mister Kelloggs. Or that. Or that either. You remember Miss Baxter? Yes, that would be her. She texted me to meet her at a steakhouse to talk. The name of the steakhouse? BJ’s Steakhouse. I’m pretty sure that is not what that means Mister Kelloggs. I’ve seen it a couple of times when I’m driving to and from the OCW Arena. Yes, it’s a real place. Well, I don’t know what to do. Should I go? Okay? It just says she wants to talk and get to know each other better. So….go and meet her then? Okay. What? I’m not leaving without wearing underwear Mister Kelloggs, nor am I wearing sweatpants. Girls don’t do that Mister Kelloggs.”
Bester then holds the phone away from his ear as we can hear James Kelloggs laughing on the other end. Bester ends the call, slightly disgusted by what James suggested. He then swipes his phone a couple of times and sends a reply.
“Okay. Meet you there Miss Baxter.”
Then debates if he should send a smiley face or not. In the end he decides against it. Bester gets dressed, slipping into some black jeans and one of his smiley face hoodies. (Yes, still wearing his He Man Underoos)
15 minutes later…..
Bester pulls up in front of BJ’s Steakhouse in his 1979 Honda Civic CVCC Wagon. He climbs out of his car and through the windows, he spots Aubrey sitting by herself at a booth. Bester slowly closes the driver’s side door and his palms instantly get sweaty. He tries to wipe them on his jeans to no avail. Choosing to then slide his hands in his pockets, Bester makes his way inside.
Spotting Bester approaching her at the table, Aubrey gets up and greets him with a warm smile and hug. Hopefully Bester didn't feel too awkward as she had her arms wrapped around his waist in a hug. Once she let go, she sits back down at the table booth. Bester sits across from her as they were now sitting down. Aubrey looks happy to see him. Under the table, Bester's leg starts to bounce, a nervous twitch hes always had.
{Bester}: “Miss Baxter.”
{Aubrey}: “Best, thank you so much for coming. I gotta get you to start calling me Aubrey.”
{Bestet}: “Momma always told me it is rude to not address someone by their proper name.”
She chuckles lightly, taking her hand and gently placing it on top of his left hand. Rubbing the top of his hand with affection.
{Aubrey}: “Bester, don't be nervous, I don't want you to be nervous. It's flattering that you're so drawn to me, but if you and I are going to be working together? You gotta feel more comfortable around me.”
{Bester}: “I'm sorry Miss Baxter…”
Aubrey tilts her head down and gives Bester the look.
{Bester}: “Au….Au….Aubrey.”
Aubrey pats Bester's hand a couple of times.
{Aubrey}: “That's better.”
{Bester}: “I just don't wanna make you, or anyone mad at me. This one time, one of my uncles was spending the night at the house. He got me a brand new toy! A Soundwave Transformers and I was in the living room playing with my new toy, and watching the Muppets on tv, when my aunt stopped by and boy! My aunt who I never meet before was really really mad that my uncle was wrestling my mom. I clearly remember her screaming really nasty, foul things at my mom. This upset me…..Aubrey, and, I went in my moms room even though she told me to never go in there when she was wrestling, and my aunt was hitting my mom really hard. I tried to stop her, but she threw me down to the ground, she even kicked me. I had a hard time breathing and my lip was bleeding……”
Bester tails off and glances out the window. After a couple of seconds, Bester clears his throat and looks down at Aubrey's hand on his.
{Bester}: “My aunts shirt was torn open as my mom was hitting her back. My mom and my uncle were naked, things, were flopping around. I saw and heard a lot of things. I wasn't sure what was going on, but everyone was calling each other names, calling me names, my new toy was stepped on and broken. I remember being sad and confused.
I just don't want something like that to happen again. I just don't want people, you, Mister Welsh to be angry with me. I'm not sure what I did that night to have everyone yelling at me, i just don't want it to happen again. And…”
Bester pauses and glances up at Aubrey. He's getting nervous, more than he was a couple of minutes ago.
{Bester}: “Aubrey, if you don't mind me saying, you are a very pretty lady. I think others feel the same. I, uhmm, I...momma never allowed me to watch the movies rated r because momma said it was full of topless bimbos and i wasn't allowed to watch them. Momma also wouldn't let me have a girlfriend either. She told me that girls would ruin me and give me crabs. I don't know why a girl would give a boy a pet crab, even if it's one of them hermit crabs, it does sound like a weird gift.”
It was hard for Aubrey to keep her eyes off of Bester. Listening to everything he just told her, it felt like a true friend who was simply opening up to her. The story that he was telling her was heartbreaking, all she could do was continue to listen until he was finally done talking. An emotional sigh began to pour out of Aubrey as she looks at Bester with sympathy and comfort. Standing up from her seat, she walks over to the other side of the table and sits right next to Bester. Getting closer and closer to him, she reaches out and puts her arm around him. Pulling him in close, she embraces him in a hug. I don’t know how nervous he started to feel, but she could feel Bester wrapping his arm around her waist as she pulls him in close. Looking up at Bester, she gently touches the side of his face with compassion. The waitress walks over because she wanted to take their order. Looking over at the waitress, Aubrey asks the waitress if she could give them about 15 minutes before they are ready to take their orders. Once the waitress had walked away, Aubrey turns all of her attention back on Bester.
Rubbing his back gently, she does her best to show him some comfort and support. Taking a deep sigh, she wraps her arm around his arm as they continued to hold each other. The two of them began to look rather intimate at the dinner table, but Aubrey wasn’t trying to make it appear that way. Deep down, she was simply showing love and support to someone that she was beginning to consider a friend. The look that Aubrey was giving him, Bester knows that she is being sincere.
{Aubrey}: “Bester……”
He looks into her eyes, they didn’t take their gaze off each other.
{Aubrey}: “I can tell that you have been through a lot. I understand what you have been through. I have to be honest Bester, I find you to be a very unique and interesting person. All my years of being in this business, I have never come across a wrestler like you. I have seen what you can do in the ring, I think you are amazing. I find you to be very sweet, a kind and well rounded man. Bester, we got put into a big situation because of Mia Valentine. We are gonna have to be working together for the next six months at least. I want to show Mia that she can’t sabotage or damage my career. I think we get along really well and I would be honored of continuing to work with you in OCW. There is so much that I want to share with you and talk to you about. You have truly opened up to me and I hope to one day to truly open up to you.”
Placing her fingers gently on the side of his face, demonstrating such compassion.
{Aubrey}: “I want you to feel truly comfortable around me. I’m Aubrey, I am your friend now. It’s ok, everything is going to be ok. Before we can focus on working together, we gotta be able to feel comfortable around each other. I wish I didn’t make you so nervous, it’s very flattering of you to compliment my beauty. I would also like to say that I think you are truly a handsome man.”
Aubrey smiles warmly.
{Aubrey}: “I would like for us to order dinner and continue to talk, open up and just feel comfortable around each other. I promise you that I am not going to hurt you, I won’t. I want us to build a level of trust as we enjoy the rest of the night together. Can you do that? …...Please?”
Under the table, Bester notices his leg bouncing up and down like a jackhammer at a million miles an hour. He didn’t even notice it till then and places his hand on top of his knee to stop his leg.
{Bester}: “hmm, Miss…...Aubrey. Why is Miss Valentine trying to wreck your career? I’ve been here at OCW for a while now. I don’t see her wrestling. Why is she bullying you? I’ve come across people here and there in wrestling who act just like Miss Valentine, but like, I can see why. They want that championship belt, or as Mister Nanook would tell me, they want that guys spot in the food chain because he’s higher up on the card, so he gets paid more. I just don’t understand why Miss Valentine is such a meanie.”
{Aubrey}: “Forget about her Bester, can you focus on us and our newfound friendship?”
Bester looks down at the table for a moment. He hasn't opened up to someone like this before. With Aubrey's arm draped across his shoulders, it did help him feel comfortable. He looks at Aubrey.
{Bester}: “Mis…..Aubrey. I'm not really hungry, but would you like to go do something fun? Something i always wanted to do.”
{Aubrey}: “What do you have in mind?”
{Bester}: “Uhmm.”
Bester takes his arm and slowly puts it around Aubrey's shoulders and leans in towards her, inching in closer. The look on Aubrey face has her unsure what he is doing and she starts to lean away from a tad, till Bester starts to whisper something in her ear.