A pair of headlights flash in your direction further up the road. It's the middle of nowhere, but you park next to the car and get out. Waiting for you is Dana Brooke, and she's hungry for information.

"So what did she tell you?" she asks, eyeing you suspiciously. Dana thinks you're going to lie to her, and she right to think so. Why would you tell an enemy anything of importance?

"Why should I tell you? You'll just tell Charlotte."

"No I won't. I want her gone just as much as everyone else does." That's a pretty good point. At this point Dana has already made it very clear that she doesn't like Charlotte all that much. To her, Dana is nothing more than a meat shield.

"Fine. She wants me to make Charlotte fall in love with me," you confess, and she looks furious. This clearly isn't what she wanted to hear.

"That's it? But Charlotte already loves you!" she replies angrily, kicking up dust in frustration. If only you had better info to give her... alas, Sasha doesn't trust you with the next part of the plan.

"Love and lust aren't the same thing," you say, staring off into the distance at nothing in particular, "Love requires trust, and Charlotte doesn't trust me any further than she can throw me."

"Okay, so how do you do that? Fuck her until she falls head-over-heels for you?"

"Yup," for step One, it's a risky play. If Charlotte discovers any connection between the two of you, she'll dispose of you and things will be ruined. If it works though, she will have fallen for you so hard that she won't notice you working against her right under her nose. High risk, high reward.

"Well, it's something. If only we knew more of her plan..."

"I can guess what she's thinking: I gain access into Charlotte's personal life, then I get blackmail. I deliver said blackmail to Sasha, and she uses it to knock Charlotte off as the 'queen' of Raw." That's the only logical conclusion you can come up with. Why else would Sasha want you to be that close to Charlotte?

"By the way, Charlotte wants to see you tomorrow. Be there by 6 PM," she says, and she gets back into her car before you can reply, You watch angrily as Dana drives into the sunset. Why does it always have to be you that deals with this shit?

"You're late," Dana says, looking at her phone to confirm it. What, is Charlotte going to kill you for a five minute delay?

"Traffic was bad in the city," you retort, but Dana merely shrugs. You doubt she'll even bother to pass the message on to her boss.

"Not my problem."

She tells you to get a move on. After all, you don't want to keep Charlotte waiting longer than necessary. On the way into the house you spot someone sitting alone by the pool; is that Sonya Deville? Another thing you notice is the lack of Mandy.

"Hey Sonya," you say cheerfully, but she doesn't seem to appreciate the hello.

"Hi (Y/N)."

"If you don't mind me asking, where's Mandy? I thought you two were like inseparable or something," you say, and instead of getting angry like you thought she would, she just looks defeated.

"We had a falling out, so now I'm Charlotte's bodyguard," she sighs. Bodyguard? You should have figured, seeing how important Charlotte has made herself.

"Why work for her?"

"She pays well and is willing to provide for my... other needs." Charlotte lets Sonya have sex with her? Man, she'll really do anything to stay on top of Raw, even if it means fucking someone for personal gain.

"Damn. Who all is here?"

"Well there's Dana, me, Carmella, and Taynara."

"Tay is here?! Why?" Why in the world would such a sweet girl come to a place like this? You thought she just went home or something, but here? This is the opposite of where she should be.

"She came looking for protection after Candice attacked her," Sonya replies quietly. Come to think of it, that does make sense. Taynara couldn't exactly reach you after being attacked, seeing as you kinda got kidnapped, so she came here. Charlotte is kinda the most powerful woman in the company.

"Huh. Well it was nice seeing you."

"If you need anything, just call me (Y/N)."

"Can do."

You begin to walk through the house, and it's absolutely massive. The kitchen is double the size of yours, and don't even begin with the living room. You want to explore the rest of the house, but you see a friendly face: Taynara. She wraps you in a big hug, and you kiss her without thinking. If Charlotte catches you, you're dead. On the other hand, TAY!!!

"Hey (Y/N)!" she squeals excitedly, burying her face into your neck. Just as quick though, she backs off and brushes off her skirt.

"Tay, what made you think to come here?" you ask softly, stroking her blonde hair. The physical effects of the attack seem to have faded, but the mental ones are still there. You can see the subliminal caution in her eyes.

"You got kidnapped. I didn't know what to do, and Charlotte told me I'd be safe here. Now she doesn't want me to leave."

"Why does it sound like you're not telling me everything?"

"Well... Sonya..." What the fuck? You thought Charlotte took care of Sonya herself, but she doesn't even do that? She has Tay do it? How fucked is that?

"Hey, I'll see you later Taynara. I need to talk to Charlotte."

"Don't let her make you stay, too!"

"She already did, I think."

"Oh no!"

"Trust me: if I survived Candice, I can survive anything," you say, but then a pair of arms wrap around your back... you recognize that excited squeal. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.

You wrestle out of Candice's grip and turn to face her. Taynara walks away giggling.

"What the fuck?!" you yell in surprise, backing way up. Last time you two were together, things ended with her going to a mental hospital. If anything, she's probably plotting where to stab first.

"I live here," she replies, taking on a very matter-of-fact tone. The fact that she's this calm is a little scary, considering your previous encounters with her. Either she it better, or you're about to get capped.

"WHY?"

"Charlotte came and got me once I started improving. Now I live here." She repeated her previous statement, apparently unsure whether or not you've gotten the message yet.

"Cool, but stay the fuck away from me."

"She will. Candice, leave," Charlotte demands, stepping in from the other room. Candice looks at her with a pouty face, and your host mouths the words 'he's mine' angrily.

"Bye (Y/N)..." she says, giggling madly as she skips away into the room from which Charlotte came. The two of you are alone now, apart from Dana in the far corner. The Queen's bodyguard doesn't look like she's paying attention, but she's all ears. You can sense her readiness to analyze everything Charlotte is about to say.

"So you wanted to see me?" you ask, trying to ignore Charlotte's piercing gaze. Something is on her mind, for sure. Hopefully it's nothing bad.

She gets right to the point, "Yes. A little birdie told me that someone is trying to dethrone me."

You can hear Dana shift in the corner. She's not even pretending to ignore you anymore. Whatever is happening is worth every bit of her attention.

"Why would anyone want to do that?" You try to hide the nervousness in your voice. If she's found out that you're involved, then everything will be ruined. Charlotte needs to be dethroned, so you can't afford to fuck this up.

"I don't know, but I've heard them whispering about you. That's why you're going to be staying here with me for a while."

"What about my house, and Becky too?" You've been pried apart from your friends and home once before (by someone currently in this house) and aren't in a big rush to do it again. Before you can protest further, she cuts you off.

"I've already sent someone out to get Becky. The others will manage just fine on their own," she states plainly, making it very clear that this matter isn't up for debate. That sucks, all things considered. You're going to miss Alexa and the others. Charlotte sees that you're bummed out and kisses you lightly on the cheek, saying, "It's late; you should get some sleep. Dana will lead you to your room."

Charlotte gives you a finalizing peck on the lips before returning to the other room. Dana takes you by the hand and leads you away, down a hallway and into a bedroom.

"Sorry that you have to stay here," Dana apologizes, closing the door behind her. You shrug the apology off, having bigger things in mind.

"That's not important. Why did you snitch on Sasha?" you ask, crossing your arms. You stare at her with narrowed eyes, trying to intimidate her into cracking. This accusation instead seems to confuse her.

"I didn't! I thought you did!"

"Why would I do it? I kind of agree with Sasha," you reply, pointing out the obvious. So neither of you snitched, and the spy is someone else. Who could it possibly be? The problem was that you have no idea who all is involved with Sasha. The only Sasha supporter you've met is Bayley, and Bayley would never do something like this.

"She knows about Sasha now. We should take her down together and take Raw for ourselves," Dana insists, pointing out the obvious. The only way Sasha's plan could've worked was if you managed to work your way into Charlotte's bed without her knowing your true intentions. Now that she's on the lookout for spies and other ploys against her, that plan will never work.

"I don't want to be King, and I don't think anyone else should be Queen."

"We'll tackle that when it comes down to it. How do we go from here?"

"We need to take care of her supporters, starting with Sonya." You think back to your interaction with her earlier. She doesn't like Charlotte in the slightest, so removing her from the equation shouldn't be all that hard.

"Sounds good, but you know what sounds better?" Dana advances towards you, then plants a long kiss upon your lips. When she pulls away, she whispers in a sexy tone of voice, "You, me, and this bed."

You pull her back into a kiss, and as the two of you explore both each others' mouths and bodies, she pushes you onto your new bed. After a few minutes of passionately making out, your clothes litter the floor. Dana lays underneath you as you grope her big tits.

"Suck on them... they're yours..." she moans quietly, increasingly slightly in volume when you take one of her nipples in your mouth. You squeeze her other tit as you suck on the one, then switch after around a minute or so. Eventually, alternating between her enormous breasts isn't enough for either of you anymore.

"Make me your Queen," she demands, placing the tip of your cock against the threshold of her vagina. Your mouth finds its way to her neck as you guide your throbbing manhood into her waiting cunt. Her moan is loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, but no one comes to investigate. After burying yourself nearly all the way inside her, your hands begin to wander as well. One gropes her boob, and the other her ass cheek as you begin to ram into her.

It's not long before she starts to squirm in your arms. Dana's legs wrap around your waist, and a silent moan of pleasure accompanies her orgasm. You're not very far off yourself, and you drill her harder as a result of that. The bed creaks and the two of you find it increasingly harder to avoid detection, but you're so close that it hurts.

Your mouth leaves her neck and you smash your lips against hers, silencing the loud moan you earn by erupting into her womb. A few halfhearted thrusts later, you pull out and watch as cums leaks from her vagina.

"That was incredible... I should go though," Dana insists, getting up and gathering her clothes. She gives you a quick kiss goodbye and sneaks out the door, and just as you've gotten your pants on the window slides open. You jump back and nearly fall when you see Candice climb through the window.

"Fuck!" you sigh, regaining your breath. You thought someone was coming in to end your existence. Then again, Candice LeRae is very capable of that.

"I know we're not supposed to leave, but do you want to go hang out with me?" she asks innocently, fluttering her eyelashes at you like there's no bad blood. Just because you didn't press charges didn't mean you aren't pissed off about the whole thing.

"Hard pass," you reply coldly, staring her right in the eyes. The fact that she genuinely seems upset by this does show that she's made some improvements. There's at least some connection to reality.

"I wasn't gonna bring it up, but... Charlotte would be pretty upset if she found out you just gave her #2 a creampie." Never mind. Candice is still a crazy bitch whom you want nothing to do with.

"You're gonna blackmail me? Really?"

"Shut up and come on. I swear I won't tie you up this time." She winks after the second sentence, and a shiver runs up and down your spine. While most dudes didn't have a problem being tied up and used as a sex toy, that whole bondage thing wasn't meant for more than like an hour, at most. Not days, especially.

You rolled your eyes and threw a shirt on before following Candice out the window. What a night so far.