5A/N: This is completely Evil Shane McMahon centric. I first started watching wrestling in 2000 at a very wee young age and Shane made me truly hate him. At the same time I found his style of arrogance and underhandedness completely sexy. Weird I know. So I decided to write a story to capture all his smarminess. This is rate M for a reason by the way. Long live Evil Shane! Now on to the story.
Most things in life came easy for Shane McMahon: Money, cars, women. Perks of being the son of a multi-millionaire owner to the WWE. Everyone in the company knew who the young dark haired man was as he coolly walked the backstage area. There to help his father Vince put on another show, and also there to get laid. There were plenty of young scantily clad women to choose from on the roster and at one time or another he had flirted with or fucked each and every one of them. The one exception being the less than feminine divas on the roster. Chyna wasn't exactly his type. He preferred to be the one in control. Not the other way around.
Eve was the newest diva on the roster and Shane had never noticed her before, until now. She was bent over lacing one of her boots. Her entire back side exposed to the McMahon heir. A grin crossing his lips.
"You must be our newest diva?" Shane asked as he came up behind her. Startled, Eva turned with a jump.
"Oh my, you startled me." She said. Her hand to her chest as she could feel her rapidly beating heart. Shane chuckled to himself.
"Sorry about that. I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Shane."
Of course Eve knew who he was, what she didn't expect though was to realize just how handsome he was in real life. He was sharply dressed, his hair gelled and well combed, his shoes made of leather and his gold watch sparkling around his wrist. Shane McMahon reeked of wealth and confidence. Instantly Eve could feel herself blush.
Hi, I'm Eve Torrez, nice to meet you." Shane took her hand to shake it delicately. All the while keeping a controlled smile on his face.
"Nice to meet you Eve." Eve smiled up at the 6'3" tall man, nervous and not knowing exactly what to say. She could feel herself starting to sweat and prayed Shane didn't notice how nervous she was. "Well, I will let you get back to what you were doing. Good luck out there." Shane finished with a smile and walked away.
As he walked down the hall Eve let out a deep breath. What a way to start off an evening.
With the show now well on it's way and scripts completed, Shane managed to find a few moments of down time. With him alone in a private backstage office was Summer Rae. When she entered the room he ran a hand through her long golden locks. She looked shyly up at the man she hardly knew but well enough to be there for his beckoned call. She knew she was not the only one, but it didn't matter. How do you say no to the bosses son, especially when he was so…persistent.
With no words between them Summer waited for Shane to get ready. Leaning back on a desk stacked with random papers and a computer, Shane allowed Summer to work her hands up along his crotch toward his belt where she could loosen it for him. He could feel himself hardening with anticipation. Once the belt was undone, Summer slowly pulled his zipper down with one hand while the other moved up and down along his manhood. Now completely ready to be received, Summer lowered her mouth down to Shane's erection and began to suck him off.
While Summer worked, Shane held strong to the edge of the desk, the only way to keep himself balanced as he grew more and more excited and pleasured. In his mind he could see Eve Menendez and imagined it was her sucking him off at that very moment. This was his third go around with Summer and he was beginning to get bored. He wanted something new, but because he had just met Eve and didn't want to come off too strong, Summer would have to do.
After several minutes of furiousy sucking Shane's cock, Summer could sense he was almost at his climax. So before he could explode in her mouth, Summer pulled away and allowed him to release on his own.
"Oh fuck." Shane said as his orgasm overcame his body, sending chills down his spine and tightening his muscles. Once his release came he relaxed his body, still half winded from the pleasure.
Once he had collected his breath Shane stepped away from the desk to fix his penis back into his pants and zip up.
Summer moved over to Shane with a seductive smile on her face as she buckled his belt for him, but only after giving him a gentle squeeze to the balls. A little something to remember her by. Shane moaned with approval, and then looked down at the young blond. His dark brown eyes glistening. "Make sure you keep this between us okay sweetheart?" He then bent down to kiss her on the cheek and then left, yet again leaving the young woman empty and unsatisfied.
The following day Eve walked into the women's locker room and saw Summer Rae getting ready for her match.
"Hey Summer." Eve said, drawing the blonds attention.
"Hey." Summer responded in a flat, down tone.
Like many of the other divas, Eve was never a fan of Summer's. But regardless, she always tried to be as friendly as possible. Even to snobby, annoying, dim witted blonds like Summer.
"You okay?" Eve asked. Sensing the young woman was upset over something.
"Fine." Responded Summer who quickly finished primping her hair and turned on her heels to leave.
Eve shrugged her shoulders and assumed Summer was just being Summer. Little did she know that Summer's foul mood was directly related to the man about to take things up a notch with the well-endowed Latino diva.
"Oh hey Eve." Eve's attention was quickly drawn to the door once again when Maryse walked in. "How's it going honey?" She asked gleefully.
"Good." Eve responded. "Hey did you see Summer?"
"No, why" Maryse responded.
"She was just here and seemed pretty upset. Just wondering if she was okay."
"Girl, who in the hell knows. That woman is so full of drama." Maryse responded. "If I had to guess I'd say it has something to do with the man she's currently fucking on a regular basis." Maryse responded matter of factly.
Eve rased an eyebrow. She was never one for backstage gossip, but being a newbie on the roster it was important for her to at least get some perspective on who to keep a watch out for.
"Oh really? And who is that if you don't mind me asking."
Just as Maryse was about to answer a knock came to the door.
"Eve, Shane McMahon would like to see you." An assistant called out. Maryse rolled her eyes.
"Well speak of the devil." Maryse said, immediately catching Eve's attention.
"What do you mean?" She asked the older diva.
Maryse just laughed. "Just be careful with him honey. He's tried or has fucked just about every diva here. I unfortunately am no exception. BIG mistake. The guy is an asshole and has his daddy cleaning up messes for him constantly. You want to know why Summer is so upset, just ask him. I'm sure he has something to do with it. She's so afraid of losing her contract, Shane practically has her wrapped around his finger. If it was anyone else but Summer, I'd actually feel sorry for the poor girl."
Eve didn't say a word. The man she met briefly yesterday seemed nothing more than a gentleman. Although she had sensed the underlying sexual tension, she would never have guessed that Shane would be so "careless" with the women his father had employed.
Noticing the assistant standing by the door growing impatient, Eve turned to Maryse.
"Thanks for the heads up." She said and then left to meet Shane.
Shane's assistant ushered Eve around backstage until they came upon Shane who was working in the control room checking to ensure the camera's were set up properly in the arena.
"Shane, I have Eve for you." The assistant called. Shane turned to see Eve and immediately a warm smile came to his face. "Eve, give me one second." Shane advised as he gave the control room personnel a few final instructions.
Soon thereafter Shane nodded to the assistant that he was dismissed.
"Sorry about that. Thanks for coming." Shane said the Eve as he gently took her arm and guided her out of the control room and into the hallway just outside.
Just as before Eve could feel her nerves getting the best of her. But this time it was much worse. In the back of her mind was everything Maryse had just told her about Shane. Eve's guard was definitely up, but she wanted to give Shane the benefit of the doubt.
Shane looked down at Eve and smiled. His eyes wandered to her chest ever so briefly. Eve noticed his sneaking a peek but was used to that sort of thing from most men.
"My father asked me to make sure you are comfortable so far with Raw and everything that's happening with your character."
"Absolutely. I'm just thankful for the opportunity."
"Great, glad to hear it. If there's anything you need you just let me know okay?" Shane replied. Eve smiled, her nerves calming and in line with Shane's equally calming voice.
"I sure will."
Just as Shane was about to leave, he turned back around to face Eve once again.
"Oh and by the way, I'll need to see you again after the show. Have my assistant come find me."
When Shane was finally gone, Eve could feel her heart racing. Again, Maryse's earlier words rang in her head. The last thing Eve wanted was to be played like a fool by one Shane McMahon. She needed to do more investigating before working herself up for no reason.
She needed a real veteran, someone who had been with the WWE for a while. Someone she could trust. Lita.