This was a story I'd posted at a different account (I called it my "ghost writer" account. I explain it better in my profile). I'm still writing on After the Sunset, but thought I'd go ahead and post some of my other stories that I had been working on also. It's too hard keeping up with two accounts. Hope yall like these as well!

Contents/Warnings: Graphic sexual situations and scenes
Characters: Main characters: “Undertaker”/Mark Callaway, & OC: Carly (A.K.A. Lilliana Carlisle)
Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story intended for entertainment. I don’t own “Undertaker” or Mark Callaway (though I wish I did). All original characters are my own property.
Summary: New to college life, twenty-one year old Lilliana Carlisle (“Carly”) goes with her girlfriends, who aren’t the best influence, to an old-timey bar in Austin, Texas on their way during a spring break road-trip. Not one for bar-hopping, Carly innocently orders a Diet Pepsi from the burly, and somewhat intimidating owner/bartender; Mark Callaway. But when she starts showing weird symptoms after a few sips, her “friends”, not wanting to bother with her, merely downplay her condition. Carly decides to go out for some air only to be helped outside by a couple of young me who don’t have the most noble of intentions. Callaway smells trouble, and comes to the girl’s aid. Little does he know, that he’ll soon have his own spring break…for two…

Chapter 1

“You want to leave here at ten o’clock tonight? Do you realize how unsafe that is??” Level-headed Lilliana Carlisle demanded of her three younger friends, “There are more drunk-drivers at night, not to mention night-blindness, and-”

“Carly, chill out!” Nineteen year old Jennifer Clark snapped, as she cracked her gum, “You worry too much, geez!”

“Yeah, I do.” Carly defended herself, “It’s called being responsible. You shouldn’t travel at night unless you absolutely have to. What would happen if we had car trouble? Do you even realize that we could be raped and murdered?”

“We DO have to travel at night.” Chrissy Hamblin argued; ignoring Carly‘s last statement, as she filed her nails.

“Yeah!” Lori Conner chipped in, “I so want to hit that bar before we get going on the road trip. The Midwest Tavern.” She grinned dreamily even as she stated the name of the bar, “That place has some of the hottest bartenders.”

“Yeah and the one you have your eye on is old enough to be your grandpa.” Jennifer cracked.

“No, he’s not! He’s only forty-four! I asked his age the last time we were there.“ Lori argued, “Besides, who cares??” She giggled, “He’s so freaking sexy.”

Carly shook her head and rolled her eyes, “And you didn’t bother to…I don’t know…ask him his name?”

She left the apartment they shared; mumbling under her breath, “Ironically enough, in this group of friends I am the only blonde.”

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“Whoooo! There it is! Hot bartender here I come!” Lori squealed hanging out of the top of the convertible, she ducked back inside as the car made a sudden swerve to enter the parking lot.

Carly gripped the armrest from the backseat, and made sure her seatbelt was secure. She counted her blessings as the car finally came to a stop in a parking spot. The girls climbed out of the car then; all adjusting their mid-driff tops and skin-tight pants and jeans. Except for Carly. She had outgrown the showing off of her body phase a long time ago. She wore a simple blue tank-top and a floral-print skirt with an angled hemline that came just above her knees. The other girls had practically snarled their noses at her choice of an ensemble.

“Wouldn’t you rather wear a mini-skirt?” Chrissy had urged.

How had Carly responded?

“I’d prefer my virginity be in tact when I leave the bar, thank you.”

Of course that was a major mistake and it opened a whole new can of worms.

“You’re still a virgin?? And you’re twenty-one??” They demanded.

“That’s right.” She had answered and gave them a look that meant “leave it alone”.

Now, she glanced over nervously at a group of men that were watching them from a few parking spaces over. One of them grinned at her and gave her a “Whassup” nod. Uncomfortable, she got closer to her friends, “Let’s go in, okay?” She suggested, walking for the entrance.

“Eager to meet some hotties, huh?” Lori teased, “Fine, but stay away from the tall, dark and handsome one.” She adjusted her breasts in her top so more cleavage showed.

“Don‘t worry.” Carly mumbled, as they stepped inside.

Metallica’s Enter Sandman blared from an older jukebox at the end of the room.

“Well, at least the music is pretty awesome.” Carly thought out loud. She followed the other girls up to the bar where the biggest man Carly had ever seen stood, waiting to take their drink orders.

“Hi there.” Lori grinned at the bartender, “Remember me?”

The man smiled back at her, “Well, you’ve only been in here about five times in the past month, so I should think so.” He drawled, pulling out some drink glasses, “What can I get yall?”

Carly almost busted out laughing. The man had clearly brushed over-confidant Lori right off. She composed herself when she saw that the other girls were getting their drinks and that he was now waiting for hers.

“Uh, I’ll have a Diet Pepsi please.” She said shyly.

Why she had a surge of butterflies, was beyond her. It couldn’t be because he actually was a very handsome guy in a “biker dude” kind of way. He had black hair that went well past his immensely broad shoulders, and vivid green eyes that were so intense she felt the need to look away after a couple of seconds. He had that macho, rough around the edges look, but it fit him perfectly. And tall…was an understatement. He had to be well over six-foot-five.

“On the rocks or in the can?” He asked, pulling out a can of soda.

“On the rocks is good.” She smiled softly at him.

She could hear Lori mumbling something under her breath, and rolled her eyes when Lori nearly shoved her on down the counter.

“So what’s your name?” Lori asked the bartender, then glared darts through Carly.

“Mark. Mark Calaway.” He said, handing Carly her drink and eyeing the four friends, “And you ladies are?”

“I’m Lori Conner, this is Chrissy Hamblin, and this is Jennifer Clark.” She said, purposely leaving out Carly.

“Nice to meet you all.” He said politely, and looked back over at Carly, “And you are?”

“Me? I-I’m Carly. Well, actually I am Lilliana Carlisle, but everyone calls me Carly; short for my last name.”

“It fits ya, darlin‘.” He smiled, a twinkle in his eye, “But then so does Lilliana.”

Carly blushed and thanked him for her drink.

Lori didn’t bother to hide her glare as they went to sit at an old fashioned wooden table and chairs.

“I can’t believe you are twenty-one and drinking a Diet Pepsi in a bar.” Chrissy complained, eyeing a group of guys a couple of tables away.

The same guys that were staring at us outside, Carly noted, “I don’t like to drink. Why do you guys always have to criticize every freaking thing I do??” Carly finally lost her temper, “Excuse me, if I’ve matured and grown up. Maybe one day you guys will too.” With that she got up and glared at them, “If you would please watch my drink while I go to the ladies room I’d appreciate it.”

“Why watch your drink?” Jennifer smirked, “Is it gonna run away?”

“No, dipstick! So no one tries to drug it. Don’t you watch the news??”

She turned around and headed for the ladies room then, leaving the three girls to surely talk about her while she was gone.

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Mark watched the four girls have the argument and then saw Carly disappear into the ladies bathroom. He was wondering what went on, when three guys came up to the bar to order more drinks. He also noticed two other guys from the same table walk over to the table that the girls were at. He took the guys’ orders and then turned to make the drinks. He handed them over and then collected the money for them and kept his eye on the guys as they talked to the young women. A couple of minutes later, Carly came back to the table and sat down, looking almost as if she had been crying. He watched her brush her long, golden hair over her tanned shoulder, and found himself wanting to touch that silky hair. He had always had a thing for blonds, and this one was definitely no exception. She was beautiful and didn’t even seem to know it.

Probably because of those bratty girls she is with, he thought. He saw his closing bartender, Barry, enter the bar then and nodded to him in greeting.

Mark got more people coming in and he and Barry both got to work taking drink orders.

A few minutes later, Mark glanced back at the four girls at the table. He noticed Carly had an almost glazed look in her eyes. He wondered if someone had bought her a drink and she was a little tipsy or if she was just spacing out.

From what I’ve seen of her friends, she’s probably spacing out, he thought shaking his head.

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Carly noticed a strange dizziness coming over her, and felt her head swim slightly, “G-guys…did yall…watch my drink…l-like I…asked?” She asked slowly.

“What?” Lori laughed, too busy flirting with a guy at the table behind them.

“My d-drink…did…you…watch-”

“Yes.” Jennifer cut her off, “It’s fine, Carly. Chill out.”

“But I-I’m…not feeling too…good…”

“Go get some air then. The only ones around your drink was us, and those cute guys over there. Now, I’m gonna go dance with this hottie.” Chrissy giggled, also having been flirting with a random guy.

“Thanks…a…lot…” Carly managed in a somewhat sarcastic tone, as she shakily stood to her feet. She took a couple steps away from the table and started heading for the door, and had not gotten very far when a hand grasped her arm, “Hey doll…need a hand getting outside?”

Her head doddled a bit as she looked up at two men staring down at her.

A couple of the guys that had stared at her and the girls on the parking lot.

“N-no…that’s okay…” Carly said softly, “I can…make it…”

“No, I insist.” One of them said, pulling her pretty forcefully to the door.

“L-let…me…go…” Carly said, trying to pull her arm free, but discovering that her muscles were not cooperating. She knew without a doubt that she had been drugged and the men that were now pulling her across the parking lot, were the culprits.

“Please…” She whimpered, but the men simply tightened their grip on her, “Don’t…hurt me…” She felt herself about to black out, and knew there was nothing more she could do.

“No intentions of that honey.” One snickered, as he finally just slung her over his shoulder and carried her over to a van, where the second guy hurriedly opened the doors to the back. The next thing she knew she was lying inside the van and her tank top was savagely ripped from her torso, exposing her black, lacy, strapless bra. She heard perverted laughter and then her skirt was also ripped from her body, giving the men a dose of her slender, tanned legs that led up to her black bikini panties.

“No…” She sobbed.

She wanted more than anything to reach up and slap the man that was doing this but she was lucky to get her index finger to move.

“Hurry man. I want my turn soon.”

“Shut-up! I picked her out, I’m gonna take my time with her. Now, shut the van doors.”

Carly moaned in her throat, desperate to try and scream; anything that would call attention and someone would rescue her.

“Yeah, you go ahead and moan baby…wait till you see what kind of screams I’ll have coming out of ya.” She heard the guy say as his hand grasped her breast underneath her bra and ran his thumb over her soft mound. The door slammed shut and she knew it was over.

A tear trickled from her eye as she began to feel herself fading.

“Just enjoy it slut.”

She suddenly heard what sounded like one of the van doors being ripped from the hinges and then:

“HEY!! GET OFF OF HER!!!”

She felt the man’s weight lifted from her then, along with the sound of flying punches.

Then with a soft sigh, her eyes slowly closed in enervation…