Trey's neglected wannabe softcore porn queen
 [[[[The name? Kendra Jessica Ray, a.k.a., Jessica Payne, future queen of softcore porno movies. The problem? Getting her there. Ever since Trey Vincent teamed up with Sean Studd and formed the most entertaining tag team in the history of sports entertainment, well...he's been busy.
Getting drunk and laid.
Hell, he'd even forgotten about his temporary (?) live-in companion.
So let's set up the scene for ya. Today is Nov. 26, 2002. Trey Vincent is FINALLY home (his penthouse, allegedly in Minneapolis, Minnesota, after being out on the road and in every party from here to there and in between. Women everywhere. Booze everywhere. Studd and Vincent tearing up the town and every woman they could get their hands on.
And there's your scenery. Hope you liked it.]]]]
After fishing out his keycard from his wallet, all the while managing to balance his two travel bags on his back, Trey Vincent got a surprise. The door opened. And a familiar face stood in his penthouse.
Shit, what's her name again, Trey wondered to himself. Then her name popped into his head, almost like he'd just read it somewhere a couple of seconds ago.
'Kendra!' Trey shouted with a smile. 'BABY! How are ya?' He flung his arms wide open, expecting a hug.
He didn't get a hug. He got a bare foot right in his crotch!
'DAMNIT!' Vincent yelled as he fell to the floor among his bags. The door started to close, but Trey shoved his foot in the door to keep it open just an inch. He kicked it open forcefully and crawled over. The door banged against his head. 'DAMNIT! Kendra, that wasn't the sort of welcome back I was expecting.'
'You son of a bitch.'
Vincent grabbed the straps of his bags and pulled them along the floor, still crawling and holding his crotch. That kick was lethal to a man of such stature.
'My life has just never been as funny since I lost my winter hat. I need to go buy a new entertaining hat.'
'What is wrong with you?' Kendra asked, sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette. 'You don't call for weeks, you're dancing with half-naked chicks on TV.'
'Now that's not fair. They were 75 percent naked chicks.'
She made a noise in disbelief. Part sigh, part groan, part growl. Trey had heard that reaction plenty of times.
'Listen darling, I got no time for a fight and then tons of make up sex. So why don't we just skip to the make up sex?'
Kendra's jaw dropped open and then became a scowl.
'And you know why we should skip? Because I've got this!'
He pulled out what appeared to be a blank business card.
'What's that?'
'A phone number of a good friend of mine who I met at one of the parties I was at with the Studdster. He produces movies. I told him all about your breasts and your body and how you love to pretend to have sex, and he was all excited.'
Kendra smiled.
'Now, we're gonna pretend we're like WCW for a minute here, OK?'
She shrugged.
'Well, do you remember Fake Porno Movie?'
'Yes.'
'No,' Trey corrected.
'No?'
'Yes!' Vincent said, excited.
'Yes!' she repeated.
'NO!' Trey shouted.
'What the FUCK are you talking about?' Kendra asked putting out the cigarette in an ashtray on the glass coffee table.
'Forget Fake Porno Movie. Because...' Vincent looked around, expecting some dramatic music...didn't get it. 'Dun, dun, dun....' he filled in the music himself. 'You may have a REAL fake porno movie!!!'
'Oh my God!' she yelled getting up and jumping up and down, running towards Trey. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him violently on the lips. 'When do we go to Hollywood?'
'Hollywood? Bwahahaha. No, no. We're not going to Hollywood. We're going to...um...' Trey scratched his head. 'I forget.'
'Man, you really know how to ruin a moment.'
Trey wiggled the card in front of her eyes. She smiled again and jumped again and kissed him again.
'You were saying?'
'Let's go to the bedroom.'
'But it's so far away,' Trey whined. 'Let's just do it here, huh?'
She smiled seductively. 'Fine by me.'
And slid down to her knees.
'Life is good,' Vincent smiled as he felt her hands on his zipper. 'Very good indeed.'
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