Childhood Friendships
Lifelong Connections
by Mistress Anna

The ringing phone woke her. She was surprised that she managed to sleep the full 4. After answering it and thanking the hotel for their fine service, she got up and started to get her gym stuff on. It was way too early for anyone else to be there, but she had been told her card key would work and she was free to use it at anytime.

The place was deserted, luckily. It’s not that she was feeling antisocial today, just sometimes she felt kinda weird working out with professional athletes. She could tell some watched her every action, every rep, looking, gauging, grading and finding her sadly lacking, or so she assumed. They never gave her any grief; she guessed it was because of who she traveled with. Sometimes they even spotted for her, but it still felt awkward. Knowing what the day held, she stayed away from any cardio. Instead she concentrated on abs and ass. At least that’s what she always thought of it. She was sure there was a technical term for it, but she didn’t care. Lots of squats, lunges, crunches and whatever else she could think of. And just in case she didn’t do enough of them, some more crunches.

Breathing heavily and wondering if she should attempt some more lunges, she glanced at the clock on the wall, she realized she had 45 minutes or so before she needed to be back downstairs and ready to go, plenty of time.

Back at her room after showering, she looked with distaste at the clothing that fit into the company’s “dress code”. She saw Kris’ little touches on her entire wardrobe. She was a jeans and t-shit kind of gal, anything more and she felt a little pretentious and foolish. She always felt like the little girl that had dressed up in momma’s clothes, somehow they just didn’t feel right to her. She ignored her feelings, as she put on her dress code passing strait short skirt and blouse, both in complementary shades of pale green. Damn, she hated strappy sandals, but it went with the dress code “uniform”. She drew the line at pantyhose, those things were awful. Stockings for her when ever she could get away with it, wearing none would’ve been best but not advisable, or so Kris had told her. Grumbling about that conversation, she grabbed her nicely contrasting jacket and she was dressed like she was ready to step into a board meeting. At least she didn’t have to wear a full suit to travel in, complete with a tie, like the male talent of the company. She was very lucky that she didn’t have difficult hair. She knew if she had to “do” her hair as well as get her shit together regarding clothes, she would be lost. Her hair very rarely changed, except color when she felt like it. It was usually shoulder length, very wavy (that’s being charitable she thought) with the front pulled into a clip in back or top, depending on her mood. She gathered her stuff and she had plenty of time to spare to meet up with the boys.

As she walked out of the elevator into the lobby, her gaze was met by Hunter and Mr. Flair, she still had trouble calling him Ric. Hunter smiled at her from behind his ever present sun glasses, and Ric (get with it girl) winked at her. She returned their greetings with a quick smile as she scanned the lobby for their ride and David. She found him standing in a corner, talking to a young family. The couple were doing their best to keep their children quiet since it was so early. They were failing miserably, but David didn’t seem to mind. I bet he misses his own, she thought. He bent down to speak to them and gave them each a hug. He was rewarded with a big smile from the little girl. Her younger brother was too shy to give him a smile, but it was obvious he enjoyed the attention from the big man. Sensing her gaze, David looked up and gave her a barely perceptible nod. She then looked again for their ride. She had made a change that she hadn’t told the boys about, not that it mattered but they wouldn’t know what to look for.

Finally, she saw the limo service pull to the curb. She grabbed her things and went out to speak to the driver. She verified that it was indeed the car she had ordered. As she walked from the lobby to talk to the driver, she missed Hunter’s confused look at her and the car. He thought they were getting a rental, not a car and driver. Hey, what the hell, he thought. As long as it got them to the airport in time, he wasn’t complaining. It was one of the benefits of having her travel with them. She was good at smoothing out all the rough spots and making sure everyone got where they needed to be, when they needed to be there. Things magically got done when she was around. She wasn’t with them to directly help Hunter and Ric, he knew, but they reaped the benefits regardless.

When the four of them traveled together, they all had their own places, whether it was a rental or a limo, like today. Carrie smiled to herself as she thought about it, we are all creatures of habit. Her and David facing back side by side, Hunter and Ric (there, she remembered to call him that to herself, maybe she’s over it) side by side facing forward. Hunter was opposite her and Ric was opposite David, giving everyone the most shoulder and leg room.

Before she had a chance to plug herself into to her tunes, Hunter asked,” What’s with the car? I thought we had a rental? You know how much we love rentals and your driving skills.” David and Mr. Er, um Ric were watching the exchange with amusement, wondering if she’d rise to the bait. He was just tweaking her and she knew it so didn’t take offence.

“I didn’t want to fuck with that this morning,” she said with a shrug. “Don’t worry; I’ll see if I can kill us on the other end.” She put her earphones on; only one so she could hear the outside world, turned on her player and flipped open her portable trying to catch up.

Hunter laughed at her. He folded open his newspaper, signifying he wasn’t up to playing any more with her this morning and settled in for the drive.

All were quiet in the car. It was early, the drive should take about twenty minutes. Rick managed to doze, Hunter was trying unsuccessfully to read the local paper, he looked like he had a headache. She was skipping through her emails on her portable, alternately laughing or cursing to herself. She noticed David slowly fidgeting, pretending not to pat his pockets, glancing over at her hoping she didn’t notice and surreptitiously checked his pockets again.

She let him squirm for a few moments. She never looked up as she directed her comment to him, “Don’t even fuckin’ tell me.”

Ric’s eyes snapped open. David mumbled something incoherent. Hunter folded his paper, giving up on the pretense of reading today’s news knowing that this was going to be more entertaining. A grin was already starting and he was stroking his moustache, trying to hold it back.

“Pardon?” She looked up meeting his dark eyes as she turned her tunes off with a touch.

“I can’t find my cell”, he said just a little louder this time, knowing he was going to get shit for it.

“God damn it! You’ve had that one for what, oh two weeks? Are we going for a record of some kind? Trying to see how many phones you can go through in a year? You wonder why I never bother to program any numbers in. Think back to the last time you were using it and see if you remember packing it.”

She could tell by his slight flush under his tan that he knew exactly what he was doing and where the last time he was using it. She could guess too, and understood why he was silent in response to her question. He had probably been having a very intimate late night chat with his lovely wife. That’s when he usually lost them. She could understand it, but she was still gonna give him some shit about it. Hunter was grinning openly now, not bothering to hide it.

Ric chuckled, “Hey Big Dave, you gonna let this little girl talk to ya like that?”

They all knew he was going to do exactly that, since everyone was smiling at him. Carrie folded her arms over her chest, blew out her breath theatrically and handed him her phone. No words needed to be said, they all knew that his inattention had just added another task to her already busy day.

“I want that back as soon as you’re done with it, I do not want to have to buy two phones today.” He nodded, smiled his thanks to her and dialed home to try to catch his kids before their school day.

Carrie plugged her headphone back in, and mentally reorganized her priorities for the day. She’d wait until they were in flight to make the adjustments needed to compensate for this little wrinkle. She went back to skipping through her emails and tuning the world out. A slight shift in the seat next to her let her know when David had finished his phone call, she held out her hand as she looked up. He looked surprised for a moment, then sheepishly reached back into his pocket and gave her the phone. It was going to be an interesting day, she could tell.

They managed to make it through security smoothly, not too much fuss. Some of the other talent weren’t so lucky. She smiled at the memory of Bischoff being escorted to the side and asked to remove another layer of clothing. His protests fell on deaf ears as the bored security attendant wouldn’t be swayed. She wished she’d had a camera to record the scene. It was interesting to her that they were almost never harassed by security. Not everyone is a wrestling fan, are they, she wondered. That might explain why Bischoff was usually targeted. She smiled to herself at that thought.

The early flights had an advantage, from her perspective. Almost everybody was still groggy and quiet. It was a change from some of the other flights she had recently been on with this bunch. She noticed that others also followed a pattern, much like they did during their travels. Certain people would pair up and others would get as far away from perceived irritants as possible. She was almost always seated between David and Hunter. Carrie knew they thought that she thought they were just being protective. She noted it gave both of them more shoulder and leg room, sitting next to her. Carrie recognized she was traveling in an extremely select group. Very few talked to her or approached her casually when she was with the boys, particularly when she was enveloped like now. It made her job much easier, not having to deal with hormonally over charged men trying to speak to her.

She smiled to herself as she remembered one of the other reasons most men didn’t bother to speak to her. They thought she was a lesbian. She had no idea where that came from, she didn’t perpetuate it, but she didn’t deny it either. It was nobody’s business what and who she slept with. She was discreet and had never slept with any of the company’s employees, purposely. It’s not that there weren’t a few she might like to try out for fun, she thought to herself. But she kept to herself.

She remembered Hunter’s pretty lady Nan asking her if she were gay recently over their breakfast in some hotel. She’d nearly spit out her coffee in response. Once she stopped choking, she asked her why she even thought that.

“Honey, all the guys think that since you don’t to want to sleep with any of them” Nan laughed.

“Men,” Carrie said with particular emphasis. “Why do they think if you don’t want to jump them that you must be gay?”

“You know how fragile their egos are. Some of them can’t accept that you’re just not interested, I guess.”

“David didn’t tell you this, did he?”

“No, Ric told me months ago. He said that was why no one was worried when you were in the locker room. Hunter has his doubts.”

“Men. So that’s what that prank was all about,” Carrie laughed.

“What prank,” Nan couldn’t help asking.

“Shit, I haven’t told you this one yet?” At Nan’s headshake, she laughed. She really liked Nan, found her down to earth and easy to talk to. She was awed by her seemingly flawless skin and radiant hair. She was also a riot to get drunk with.

“When I was still getting my bearings in all this, this, this crap I used to go into Evolution’s locker room with David all the time. I never thought anything of it”

“Yeah, I remember. I thought you were sleeping with him at first”

“I know, everybody did and some still do. What ever. They can think what they want, obviously. Well, we were in some place that didn’t have the showers very separated from the rest of the room, very small and dark. I can’t remember which arena it is off the top of my head right now.”

“Huston,” Nan spoke confidently. “I know which one you mean”.

“Yeah, sorry. I forgot. Anyway, there I was in a crowded, slightly smelly locker room with all 4 boys. I was sitting on the small couch, reading some stuff about rental cars or some such crap. Basically just keeping my head down and staying out of the way as best I could. Can’t remember who had a match that night, but it was before show time, so there was lots of activity in the room. The room got really quiet, but I didn’t pay much attention to it, just kept my head down. Next thing I know, Ric let’s out one of his loud ‘whooo s’ right in front of me, I nearly jumped out of my skin he startled me so much. Then he flings open his blue sequined robe to reveal himself in all his natural glory, right at my eye level, unfortunately.”

Nan was already laughing at her friend, she could imagine how much Ric had enjoyed doing that to her.

“I knew that all ‘newbies’ get some sort of initiation, so I was sorta prepared, but not for that. Gawd no.” Carrie recalled the incident with an embarrassed laugh and remembered the nightmares it gave her for weeks.

“My comment shut them all up for a few seconds”.

“Oh shit, what did you say?”

“I looked Ric straight in the eyes and asked him how his wife let him out of the house with that weapon?”

“You didn’t!”

“Yeah, I did. I made damn sure my gaze never wavered, then everyone busted up laughing and I knew I’d somehow said the right thing. After it quieted down a bit I asked him to please put it away or he was gonna take an eye out with it! That did it! Nobody could control themselves after that. We went from waving around a weapon to running with scissors to who knows what else. My gut hurt after that from laughing so hard. I think they had to go out and be vicious after that. Don’t ask me how they managed it, but they did.”

Carrie didn’t know it, but Nan admired her for the sheer balls it must have taken to keep her composure in front of 4 grown men that she didn’t know very well at the time. There was a lot more to this lady than meets the eye, very interesting.

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