"That's ten thousand dollars, Tom."That's ten thousand dollars, Tom. Just for showing up." Tom blinked, regarding the envelope cautiously. He figured it wouldn't hurt to count it, and picked it up. The money was there, in hundreds, all the bills crisp from the mint. In his mind, greed nailed conscience from behind with a metal folding chair. She stepped closer, her face deadpan. "I'm serious about this. You're a good wrestler, and I'd like to face you. You have nothing to lose, and immense wealth to gain." "Well," he said, re-sealing the envelope, "If somebody put you up to this, then they're out ten thousand bucks. I might as well see this through." She smiled, and Tom saw a hint of something dangerous. "Excellent. I'm looking forward to it." She gestured to her car, and said, "I'll be happy to take you there." Tom was thrilled. Not only was he going to grapple with this exquisite woman, but he was also going to ride in her exquisite car as well. Money, a gorgeous woman, wrestling...the whole thing was twisted and oddly exciting. "Can I drive?" "I don't think so." The drive to Ava's home went without incident, and they passed the time chatting about the weather and the recent fortunes of other wrestlers. She surprised him with astute observations on move strategy, and realized she was more than just a casual fan with a peculiar fetish. They arrived at her estate half an hour later, in a secluded, wooded area that bordered the ocean. |