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As the night begins to fall, you carefully mix drinks behind the bar, anticipating Reah Ripley's arrival. Your heart flutters with excitement at the thought of her walking into your humble establishment. Suddenly, the door swings open and there she is; towering over everyone in sight, her beautiful face framed by a messy ponytail and an even messier smirk. The crowd parts like the Red Sea as Reah makes her way to the bar.

"Hey handsome," she says with a wink, taking a seat at the counter. "What can I get tonight?" Her voice is deep and husky, sending shivers down your spine. You manage to keep your cool, however, and begin preparing her drink. As you set it in front of her, you take a moment to study her perfect physique - toned arms, strong legs, and those killer abs that always seem to be on display through her WWE attire.

The two of you chat idly throughout the night, your conversation flowing effortlessly as if you've known each other for years. You find yourself leaning in closer, lost in Reah's captivating gaze. The more time you spend together, the stronger your feelings grow. Finally, as closing time approaches, she looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye and says, "Do you have any plans tonight?"

As the night draws to a close, and the last few customers finish their drinks, you find yourself alone with Reah at the bar. She seems to be waiting expectantly for your response, her expression a mix of hope and nervousness that makes your heart skip a beat. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts, before looking into those captivating eyes and saying:

"To tell you the truth, I had no real plans tonight. Would you like to spend some time with me?" There's an unmistakable note of desire in your voice as you say it; you can feel yourself blushing at the mere thought of being alone with her.

Reah lets out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she opens them again and gazes deeply into yours. "I'd like that very much," she whispers, leaning in closer. Before you realize what's happening, she presses her lips against yours - warm and soft at first but growing more passionate with each heartbeat.

Time seems to stand still as you and Reah lose yourself in the moment. Your hands find their way to her waist, pulling her body closer to yours; her strong legs wrap around your hips as she pulls you even closer, grinding against your growing erection. The passion between the two of you is palpable, each kiss deeper and more intense than the last.

Eventually, they break apart, both of you panting heavily. Reah looks at you with a mix of surprise and desire in her eyes before smirking wickedly. "I guess we'd better find somewhere more... private," she says, taking

You smile back, nodding eagerly in agreement as you lead her through the darkened bar and towards the backroom where your staff usually hangs out during downtime. Once there, you flip on the lights, revealing a cozy spot with comfortable chairs and a small fridge stocked with drinks. You help Reah sit down on one of the chairs before quickly joining her. Your heart races as you take in her stunning features, illuminated by the soft glow of the room's lights.

Reah leans forward, her hands resting on your thighs as she studies your face. "So," she says with a teasing smile, "how does it feel to have me all to yourself?" Her voice is husky and seductive, sending shivers down your spine.

You smile back, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks as you glance down at her hands on your thighs. The sensation is both arousing and reassuring. "It feels...amazing," you reply honestly. Reaching out, you gently touch her cheek, tracing a finger along her jawline before running it through her hair. The softness of her skin against your fingertips is exquisite. As you continue to gaze into her eyes, you lean in closer and kiss her once more, this time more slowly and passionately than before.

She moans softly into the kiss, wrapping her arms around your neck as their tongues dance together. Your body feels electrified by her touch; every cell in your being tingles with desire. You push her chair back gently so that she's sprawled across your lap, grinding against you even harder now. With one hand, Reah reaches down between your legs and begins to stroke you through your pants, while the other massages one of your nipples roughly through your shirt.

As she grinds against you and teases your erection, you moan loudly into the kiss, thrusting up into her hand in time with each stroke. The sensations are overwhelming; it feels like every nerve ending in your body is on fire. You slide a hand between them, gripping Reah's firm ass and lifting her higher onto your lap as you continue to grind against her. She lets out a needy groan into the kiss at your touch, moaning louder when you reach down and begin playing with her through her leotard.

Her movements grow even more desperate now, rocking back and forth on your hand while she continues to stroke and tease you. With each passing moment, you feel yourself closer and closer to the edge, unable to hold back any longer as she drives you wild with pleasure. "Reah..." you manage to gasp between kisses, "...I need... I need to be inside..."

Reah's words send a shudder through your body as she growls in approval against your lips. "Then take me," she demands, lifting her hips higher to meet your movements. Her voice is thick with desire and command; it's like music to your ears.

With trembling hands, you fumble with the buttons of her leotard, eventually managing to wrestle it over her shoulders and down her arms. Beneath lies a red lace bra that does little to hide her perky nipples, hard and erect from your touch. You reach out with shaking fingers to pull down the cups, revealing her breasts in all their glory.

Her breasts are perfect; full and round with pale pink nipples that stand at attention as you gaze down at them. Unable to resist any longer, you lean in and take one of her nipples into your mouth, sucking hard as you run your tongue around it, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat. As she arches her back, offering herself to you, the other hand finds its way to the waistband of her panties and begins tugging them down.

The cool air hits her skin as they fall to the floor, revealing her trimmed pubic hair and perfectly sculpted legs. You look up at Reah through hooded eyes, taking in every inch of her beautiful body. Her gaze locks with yours; desire burning brightly in her eyes. With a growl, she shoves you back against the chair so that you're lying flat on the floor and straddles your hips, positioning herself over your ere

With an animalistic growl, Reah impales herself on your erection, letting out a sharp gasp as she sinks down onto you. Her tight, wet heat envelops your length; it feels like paradise. With every thrust, she moans and gasps, her perfect breasts bouncing with each movement as they almost brush against yours. Your hands reach up to grab her hips, pulling her body closer to yours as you feel the tip of your cock stroke her inner walls with every stroke.

Reah begins to ride you hard and fast, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she focuses all of her energy on this moment. The friction between your bodies creates a delicious heat that grows more intense by the second; it feels like every nerve ending in both of you is on fire. You try to keep up with her relentless pace, moaning loudly into the crumpled fabric of her leotard as she takes you deeper and deeper inside.

Her hips jerk erratically as she nears the brink; her breath comes in short gasps as her whole body tenses up with the force of her orgasm. "Oh God..." she moans, arching her back off the floor as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. You feel her inner muscles clench tight around you, squeezing your cock in a vice-like grip as she cums hard on your lap. The sensation is intense; it sends you careening towards the edge of release yourself. With a hoarse cry, you thrust up into her one last time, feeling the familiar warmth and tightness spread through your body as you

As your release explodes through you, your vision blurs and stars dance across the backs of your eyelids. Reah lets out a satisfied moan as her muscles spasm around your cock one last time before finally relaxing. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she collapses forward onto your chest, their sweaty bodies stuck together like glue.

You bask in the afterglow of your orgasm for a moment, enjoying the feel of Reah's weight on top of you and her soft breasts pressed against your skin. "Wow," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form words. "That was... incredible." She gives you a gentle squeeze with her arms before lifting herself up off of you, allowing you both to catch your breath.

As the two of you lie there together, exhausted but supremely satisfied, Reah leans in close and kisses you gently on the lips. "Thank you," she whispers against your mouth. "That was... perfect." A bashful smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she adds: "I think I might have a new favorite bartender now." Your heart swells with happiness at her words, and you can't help but grin back at her in return.

For tonight, at least, it seems that Reah Ripley is all yours. The thought fills you with an inexplicable sense of peace and contentment; a feeling that maybe, just maybe, there might be something more between the two of you than just this one perfect night together.

As you manage to carry the limp form of Reah Ripley away from the alley and towards your humble apartment, pain throbs through your body where the thugs had struck you down. You struggle to focus on putting one foot in front of the other as you stumble along, barely able to keep yourself upright with her weight pressing against your back. The smell of blood fills your nostrils, and you can feel warm liquid trickling down your side, but your only concern is ensuring that she's safe.

You finally manage to unlock the door to your apartment and stumble inside, collapsing onto the threadbare couch with a groan. Reah still lies unconscious in your arms, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her chest rises and falls gently against yours. The sight of her hurt and vulnerable sends shivers down your spine; it's like someone has punched you in the gut all over again.

Carefully, you lay her out on the couch, trying not to jostle her too much as you take off your torn and bloodstained clothes. The pain is almost unbearable now that she's no longer taking any of it; every movement feels like a million tiny knives stabbing at your wounds. Using what little energy you have left, you clean yourself up as best you can before gathering some ice from the freezer to press against your injuries.

As you apply the heat bag to Reah's injuries in an attempt to ease her pain, you can't help but feel helpless. Her body is bruised and battered all over; there are deep cuts on her arms, legs, and stomach that have already begun to seep blood through her clothes. The thought of what those men might have done to her if they hadn't been interrupted fills you with a sickening dread.

You sit beside her on the couch, watching over her as she drifts in and out of consciousness. Every time she stirs, you're relieved to see that she seems relatively okay, but it's clear that she needs medical attention badly. You consider calling an ambulance, but worry about what the police might ask; after all, they'll probably want to know why Reah was in the alleyway to begin with. In your heart, you know that she would never tell them about tonight's events; she'd only get into more trouble for being associated with someone like you.

Hours pass as you tend to Reah's wounds, doing your best to make her comfortable and reassure her that she's safe now. Her breathing has steadied and deepened into a rhythmic pattern, which gives you some small measure of relief knowing that she's healing. Despite her injuries, she remains completely unaware of the extent of them; her face peaceful in sleep, free from any hint of pain or fear.

As the morning light creeps through your shabby curtains, casting a warm glow across Reah's sleeping form, you realize that you have to make a decision. Do you call an ambulance and risk having her taken away by the police, possibly even ending up in more trouble yourself? Or do you keep her here, hidden from the world until she's recovered enough to leave without anyone suspecting anything?

The thought of her being alone right now, with those monsters still out there somewhere, is almost too much to bear. But the idea of seeing her face twisted with anger or betrayal when she realizes what you've done...it cuts deeper than any blow from the thugs could ever hope to achieve.

You sit there for a long time, wrestling with your conscience as Reah continues to sleep peacefully beside you. The sun rises higher in the sky, casting harsh light through the window and making it clear that soon someone will come looking for her; be it another WWE match or just someone worried about her wellbeing.

As the sun streams through your window and casts its warmth across Reah's face, she begins to stir slowly. Her eyes flutter open, searching for familiar faces as her body struggles to remember what happened last night. When she sees you sitting beside her on the couch, relief washes over her features and she sighs softly, allowing herself to relax back against the pillows.

"Hey," she whispers hoarsely. "Where am I?"

You swallow hard, unsure of how to answer her question without revealing more than you want to. "Um... my place," you manage to say finally. "I found you in an alleyway and... brought you here." You trail off awkwardly, unable to bring yourself to admit that you fought those men just to save her.

Reah looks at you oddly for a moment before letting out a quiet laugh. "Wow," she says, shaking her head slightly. "I guess I owe you one." She smiles up at you, and even though there are bruises blooming all over her face, it still manages to light up your whole world.

"Well..." you stammer, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks again, "I just... wanted to make sure you were okay." You shrug, not meeting her eyes. "You know. After what happened."

Reah's expression softens as she studies your face, looking deep into your eyes. "Thank you," she says simply, reaching out to take your hand in hers. The contact sends a shiver down your spine; her skin is impossibly soft and warm against yours. "I appreciate that... it means a lot." She squeezes your hand gently before letting go, seemingly lost in thought for a moment as she looks around your apartment.

"You know," she begins, her voice hesitant, "It's not safe for me to be here. I should call someone, let them know where I am." She pauses, considering her words carefully before looking back at you. "Or... maybe I could stay here for a little while longer? At least until... I give you some kind of reward like last time" Her voice trails off, as if she's unsure of how to finish that sentence.

For a moment, you're tempted to let her stay; the thought of having Reah Ripley under your roof feels almost too good to be true. But deep down, you know it's not the right thing to do. You have no idea what might happen if she gets caught here with you, or even worse, if someone finds out that she was injured by those men in the first place.

As much as you want to, you can't ignore the warnings in your head. "Reah... I appreciate the offer, really," you say, trying to keep your voice gentle and reassuring, "but it's not safe for you here. You should call someone who can help you get back to where you belong." You take a deep breath, wishing there was another way out of this situation without hurting her feelings or putting yourself further at risk.

Her expression falls slightly at your words, but she doesn't argue anymore. "I guess... if that's what you think is best," she murmurs reluctantly, clearly not happy about the idea. You nod, trying to smile reassuringly as she slowly sits up on the couch.

"Well, I should at least make sure you get home safely..." She pauses, searching your face for any sign that maybe you'd change your mind, but finding only kindness and regret in your eyes. With a sigh, she nods once more. "Okay. But promise me you'll be careful out there."

"I will," you reply solemnly, helping her to stand up from the couch. "I appreciate you trusting me enough to tell me about... what happened back in the alleyway." Your voice trails off as you guide her over to where your jacket and shoes lie discarded on the floor.

She looks up at you with those bright blue eyes, their expression unreadable. "You're a good person, you know that?" she says quietly. "Even if no one else does." Her words make something in your chest ache; they remind you of all

You meet her eyes and smile gently. "Thank you, Reah," you reply, taking her hand in yours as you help her into her shoes. "I just hope that someday, someone realizes how special you are too." Her skin is soft against yours; the connection between them palpable despite their brief exchange.

Once she's properly shod and buttoned up, you slip your arm through hers, leading her towards the door. "I'll walk you to wherever you need to go," you offer, not willing to let her out of your sight just yet. She nods gratefully, leaning into you ever so slightly as you step out into the hallway.

As they close the apartment door behind them, Reah lets out a quiet sigh. "I'm sorry for putting you through all of this," she says softly, turning to face you with an apologetic expression on her bruised and battered features. You shake your head and pull her closer to you, resting her chin on top of your hair as she look down at you.

"Don't worry about it," you reassure her. "I'm just glad I was there to help." Your heart aches knowing that this might be the last time she's ever in your arms, but for now, all that matters is ensuring her safety until she can find someone who truly deserves her.

Together, you make your way through the quiet hallway and out into the early morning light. The air outside feels chilly against your skin after spending time inside with Reah's warmth radiating off of her. You glance down at your battered and torn clothes,

As you take one last look at Reah before she heads off into the distance, your heart feels heavy in your chest. You want nothing more than to call her back and tell her how you really feel, but you know that would be selfish and irresponsible. With a deep breath, you turn around and head back towards your apartment, walking slowly through the early morning light with Reah's memory burning bright in your mind.

When you finally reach your door, you unlock it and step inside, surveying the damage from last night's altercation. Your apartment looks as though a tornado had passed through; clothes are strewn about the floor, dishes shattered on the countertops, and furniture overturned. It will take days to clean up this mess, but for now, all you can think about is that beautiful woman who was in your arms just a moment ago.

With a sigh, you decide to get started on the long process of putting your life back together. You begin by picking up the most important things first; clothes that are still intact and salvageable, food that hasn't gone bad, pictures off of the floor... The little moments that make this place feel like home. As you work, you can't help but wonder when - or if - you'll ever see Reah again. Despite knowing it would be safer for her to stay away, a part of you wishes with all your heart that she could find her way back into your life somehow.

As you hurry out to the stairs and kneel beside Reah, concern etches lines into your forehead as you gently turn her head to inspect her face. Her features are smeared with dirt and water, her breathing ragged and shallow. "Reah," you say softly, reaching out to brush a strand of wet hair from her eyes.

She stirs weakly beneath your touch, her eyelids fluttering open before closing again almost immediately as if the light hurts. "Shh... it's okay," you murmur, running your hands over her arms and back, checking for any injuries or signs of pain. Other than being cold from the rain and exhausted, she seems to be unharmed.

Reah manages to sit up with your help, pressing a hand against her head as if it hurts. "I'm sorry," she mumbles through chattering teeth. "I don't know what happened... one minute I was walking and then..." She trails off, unable or unwilling to finish that sentence.

As the rain pours down around them, you help Reah stand up and carefully guide her inside, shutting the door behind you. The warmth of your apartment feels like a refuge compared to the cold outside, and she shivers in relief as you lead her over to the couch. "Here," you say, handing her a warm blanket. "Just rest for a while; I'll make us some tea." She nods gratefully and curls up under the blanket, closing her eyes as soon as she's settled.

You gasp in shock as you see the blood pouring out of Reah's wound, fear and anger rising up inside you like a tidal wave. "Reah!" You shake her shoulders roughly, trying to get her attention. Her eyelids flutter open slowly, revealing panicked blue eyes staring back at you from beneath sodden lashes.

"W-what happened?" she manages to croak out, clutching at the blanket around her as if it could somehow stop the bleeding. You look at her accusingly, your chest tight with fear and rage. "How did you get shot? Who did this to you?" Your voice cracks on the last word, tears of anger and frustration welling up in your eyes.

Reah goes pale beneath the coating of dirt and grime from outside, her lips trembling as she tries to speak. "I-I don't know," she whispers. "Someone was chasing me... I just ran as fast as I could." Her voice trails off into silence as she looks up at you, pleading for understanding or forgiveness in her eyes.

For a moment, you can't speak; you're torn between the urge to protect her and the need to make sure she's safe, and your own anger and hurt over what has happened to her. Finally, you manage to force out a question: "Do you remember anything else? Anything about who might have been chasing you?" She shakes her head slowly, wincing in pain as blood continues to trickle out of the wound.

As you carefully tend to Reah's wound, your mind is racing with possible explanations for what could have happened to her. You can't help but feel a pang of guilt for not being there when she needed you most; if only you had been able to protect her from whatever danger was chasing her down that alleyway... But even as those thoughts consume you, the need to keep her safe now overrides all else.

Once you've cleaned and bound her wound as best you can, you gather up some fresh bandages and a pillow from your bedroom, intending to make her as comfortable as possible for the time being. She watches your movements with wide, frightened eyes, trustingly allowing you to move her about the room as needed.

When everything is in place, you sit down on the edge of the bed beside her and take her hand in yours. "Reah," you say gently, not sure how else to begin this conversation, "I need you to tell me what's going on. Why would someone want to hurt you like this?"

She hesitates for a moment before speaking, chewing on her lower lip as she seems to debate whether or not she can trust you with the truth. Finally, she meets your eyes and takes a shaky breath. "I-I used to be in WWE," she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. "My name was Reah Ripley... but I had to quit."

Sayan's eyes widen in understanding as Reah reveals her identity; it explains so much about why she might be in danger now. "Oh my god," he whispers, squeezing her hand reassuringly, "Reah... I had no idea." He takes a deep breath before continuing, "Do you think it could be someone from your past? Someone who doesn't want you to talk about it?"

She shakes her head slowly, her expression pained. "I don't know," she says hoarsely. "But I need to find out. Whoever did this... they can't get away with it." She meets his eyes steadily, determination etched into every line of her face.

For a moment, you consider telling her about the fight in the alleyway last week; how you protected her from those thugs and sent them running. It might help ease some of her fears to know that she has someone on her side who is willing to protect her. But ultimately, you decide against it; the less she knows about your involvement with her life, the better off she'll be.

As you watch Reah gather her thoughts and strength, an idea begins to form in your mind. "Listen," you say gently, "I don't know if this is a good idea or not... but I have a friend who might be able to help us figure out what's going on. He knows people; maybe he can track down whoever was chasing you." You chew on your lower lip nervously, wondering how she'll react to the suggestion.

Her expression hardens at your words, but she doesn't immediately dismiss the idea outright. "And who would this friend be?" she asks warily, her gaze flicking between you and the door as if searching for an escape route.

Taking a deep breath, you admit to yourself that there's no going back now; if you want to help her, you have to take the plunge. "His name is Mark. He used to be in WWE too," you say, hoping that the common bond might make her more willing to trust your judgment. "I think he owes it to us... and to you, to find out what's going on."