My heart was pounding in my chest as I raced down the hallway of GM Place, site of that night’s Smackdown taping. The taping was scheduled to begin in less than an hour, but the writers had yet to present the script to the head writer herself- Stephanie Mcmahon.
I had the script in my hand as I raced to her office to get her approval before it went to air.
As I reached her door, I paused, composing myself. I had only begun working for the WWE a week before, and had not yet met Stephanie, a girl who I fantasized over, and who just the mere thought of made my cock rock hard.
I had heard through the grapevine that she had just broken up with her boyfriend, wrestler Triple H, and I wasn’t sure what mood she’d be in, what with the break-up and the late script. I took a breath and knocked.
“Yes?”
The voice sent shivers up my spine. I fought to find my voice.
“Miss McMahon, I have tonight’s script.” “About time,” came the reply from the honey-voiced heiress, “come on in.”
I entered the room and was rewarded with one of the finest sights I had ever seen, and which made my yearning stir - Stephanie was bent over her desk, rummaging through papers, her beautiful ass and long, muscular legs presented right before my eyes.
I drank in the sight of her, from her slender ankles and muscular calves and the smooth, tanned skin of her luscious legs, to the exquisite cheeks of her ass that were calling to me through her tight, short skirt. My heart pounded, and my cock stirred.
I thought I would never see anything that incredible, until she turned around, and I saw what she was wearing - a low-cut black sleeveless shirt, that displayed her magnificent tits in all their glory.
It took every ounce of will in my body not to throw myself at her, and take her huge tits in my mouth. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and my lust for her arose immediately.
She smiled sweetly, and I could’ve sworn she checked me out, as she settled against her desk.
“I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Stephanie.” She sat up on the edge of her desk, and crossed her legs, giving me a brief, but heavenly glimpse of her panties.
“I’m Ryan.” I could only stand there, completely lost in the sight of her. She met my gaze and smiled, and I went weak in the knees, and stiff in the cock. Not now! As my erection grew, I frantically thought of a way to hide my predicament. She motioned at my waist, and my heart stopped.
“I believe you have something for me there.” My mouth was dry, and I stammered. She motioned again. “The script.” I held up the papers, uncovering my now painful erection. I handed them to her, and I saw her eyes glance at my crotch, and she licked her lips.
She leafed through the pages, and tossed her hair back. I edged my way to her desk to someway hide my throbbing erection, and she stopped me.