"You've got to be kidding me!"
Eric Bischoff glared up at HHH, who was standing in front of his desk, looking furious. "I'm sorry, Hunter, but the booking is set!" he spat.
Hunter slammed his script down on Eric's desk, his eyes narrowed angrily. "This has got to be a joke, and it's not god damn funny!"
"This IS the booking, it's no joke, and if you don't find it funny, well I don't god damn care!" Eric snapped, picking up the Game's script and flinging it back at him. "Now go to the ring and rehearse for your match!"
"You can't do this to me! I'm the star of this show, dammit!" Hunter ranted. "And you've got me booked in a damn PUDDING match??? No way in hell I'm doing this!"
"Fine, then I guess you won't be on the show tonight; or next week, or the week after that! As a matter of fact, I don't see you being on the show again until you do it!" Eric told Hunter firmly.
"Eric," Hunter tried, making an attempt to negotiate. "You can't really want to humiliate your top star by putting him in a chocolate pudding match against Rico! Now why would you want to do something like that?"
"Hmm, let's see." Eric tapped his pencil against his lips. "Maybe because a certain ‘top star' offered me sex, then left me waiting all night in my hotel room, with the silk sheets and bottles of chocolate sauce he asked me to get."
Hunter snorted. "Come on Eric, it was a joke! I was just kidding!"
"Well I didn't find it very funny!" the RAW GM snapped. "So now, I'm returning the favor! What, are you afraid that Rico'll beat you tonight?" He smirked. "Oh, did I mention that you can't win by pinfall?"
"What?" Hunter growled. "Well then how am I supposed to - "
"First man to pull off all his opponent's clothes win," Eric told him. "Well, not *all* his opponent's clothes, but everything down to whatever undergarments you choose to wear. Make sure you do wear something, by the way. Enjoy!" He waved Hunter away, looking down at some of the papers on his desk.
"You can't do this to me! I'm above this! I am not going to be in some disgusting chocolate pudding strip match!" Hunter snarled.
"Tough. It'll be great, just think how thrilled all the women and gay men of the world will be when Rico strips you down to your shorts!" Eric snickered.
"Eric, I refuse - " Hunter began.
"Look, Hunter, I'm really busy right now, do you mind?" Eric waved his hand in dismissal. "Just let me know before the show starts if you're gonna do it so I can find a replacement if you're not, ok?"
Hunter scowled, opening his mouth to let out an angry retort, then thinking twice and closing it again. He licked his lips, staring at Eric, who was concentrating on the documents spread over his desk, or at least pretending to. He slowly dropped down to his knees, crawling forward, under Eric's desk. He knelt by Eric's feet, running his hand up Eric's thigh. Eric glanced down at him, raising an eyebrow, but not objecting. Hunter licked his lips again, slowly and theatrically for Eric's benefit. He let his hand trail up to Eric's waist, slowly undoing the button fastening his jeans and sliding the zipper down.
Eric groaned as Hunter's hand slid inside his boxers, pulling out his hardening cock. Hunter looked up at him and grinned, rubbing his thumb teasingly across the head. The teasing didn't last, as Hunter bent his head and engulfed the tip in his hot mouth, his tongue flicking out to caress the bit in his mouth. Eric moaned, his hands sneaking under the desk to entwine themselves in Hunter's long hair. He leaned back in his chair, just enjoying it as Hunter went down on him. Hunter took him all, relaxing his throat and deepthroating him, his warm mouth sliding up and down as he quickly brought his boss to orgasm. Eric's fingers tightened in Hunter's hair as he came, the GM sliding his eyes open to watch Hunter swallow it all.
"Damn that was great," he moaned as Hunter quickly drew back, tucking him back into his pants and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I have a lot of talents besides wresting," Hunter replied with a grin, crawling out from under Eric's desk, standing, and dusting off his pants. "So, what about my match tonight?"
"What about it?" Eric replied.
"Well, you're gonna change it now, right?" Hunter pressed.
Eric smirked. "Now why would I do that?"
Hunter's face fell. "Because of what I just did!" he exclaimed.
"It was great, wasn't it?" Eric chuckled. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
Hunter's face darkened. "You're telling me you're not gonna change the match?"
"Nope," Eric told him.
"Then I just did that for nothing?" Hunter growled.
"Well I wouldn't say for nothing," Eric replied with a shrug. "I certainly enjoy it. Thank you very much. Would you like me to slip you a 20?"
Hunter's hands clenched at his sides. "You asshole," he growled.
"Is that a no? Or are you holding out for more?" Eric chuckled.
Hunter growled. He snatched a random vase of flowers from one of the room's table, hurtling it against the wall, where it smashed into pieces. He gave Eric a furious glare, then tossing his long hair and stomped angrily from the room.
Eric watched him go, an amused look on his face. "I love being the boss," he murmured, turning back to the paperwork on his desk.
THE END