Torrie Wilson was throwing a pre-Christmas/WWF Vengeance party at her big house. Molly Holly or Mighty Molly as she is regularly referred to now was there, but was not enjoying herself. It seems people didn't like her latest gimmick. Molly escaped into the kitchen, desperate to get away from the hubbub of small talk.
"Couldn't take it either?" asked the blonde woman leaning up against the stove, drinking a glass of white wine. It was the blonde goddess and current WWF Woman's champ, Trish Stratus "I thought I was going to go nuts."
"You're not kidding. Can I have a drink?" Molly asked. Trish nodded and passed over the drink.
Molly kicked off her shoes and adjusted her thigh-high stockings. "There's not even anyone good out there to fuck," she complained.
The blonde bombshell Trish laughed as she took the drink back and poured it out. She stepped forward and ran her hand over the shoulder of Molly's velvet dress. "Not even me?" she asked. She licked her lips invitingly as her hand skimmed lower, the back brushing over Molly's incredibly huge and sexy breasts, her nipples hardening under Trish's touch.