Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Ember Moon or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Ember Moon was on top of the world. Or at least, closer to it than she had been for a long time. In NXT she had been champion, but it'd taken some time to get a shot on the RAW. Now she finally had one, winning a battle royal for the right to face the RAW women's champion, Becky Lynch. Then she received a text, telling her to come to The Man's hotel room that night.
Given that Becky was the Alpha female of RAW, she couldn't refuse, but Ember wondered what this meant exactly. The obvious answer was that Becky was going to top her, and if she was honest with herself, Ember knew it wouldn't take much. And despite her best efforts, she couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to be The Man's anal bitch for the night, something she hadn't had the pleasure of yet, given they had been separated by brands up until now.
However, before creating The Man persona, to great success, Becky Lynch had been one of the biggest bottoms in the history of the WWE, and there were rumours that she was back to her submissive ways, given that she hadn't topped anyone since her biggest win at Wrestlemania 35. Hell, she had barely been seen backstage since then, leading to a lot of speculation that someone had already got to her.
But if so, who? And what if this was Becky trying to re-establish her dominance with an easy win? If so, maybe Ember could surprise her, turn the tables on her, and finally become the dominant force she had always dreamed of being. Instead of a little fuck toy, past around between all the more dominant women of the WWE. So when Ember reached the door to the hotel room, she spent a few long seconds psyching herself up, before knocking on it.
Almost immediately a familiar voice called out, "Come in."
That voice made Ember's butt hole quiver with fear and anticipation, but most of all disbelief. Because surely, it couldn't be her. Not Maryse. Maryse had retired, leaving the ring behind her, in favour of starting a family with her frog faced husband. And leaving behind her career of mediocrity in the ring, and yet unrivalled dominance backstage, being the only Alpha not to ultimately be overthrown and lose her cherry in the process.
Well, Ember could think of one other, but that didn't matter now. No, all that mattered was finally gathering the courage to open that door to confirm her suspicions, and for better or for worse, there she was, Maryse Ouellet, or whatever she was calling herself now, standing there with a glass of wine in her hand.
"Je sais que je suis au-delร de la perfection, mais il est impoli de le regarder. Oh oui, mmmmmmmmm yesssssssssss, I know I am beyond perfection, but it is rude to stare." Maryse quipped with a wicked chuckle, taking a sip of her wine before adding, "So sure a glimmer of decency, and intelligence, by closing the door behind you and following me. Oh oui, entrer ici salope."
Like the well-trained bottom she was Ember quickly did as she was told, not only stepping inside and shutting the door behind her, but locking it to make sure they wouldn't be disturbed. Something which probably made the French Dom grin, Ember practically able to taste it, even though Maryse's back was to her as she walked further into the luxurious hotel suite, Ember following close behind, at least until she reached the bedroom.
Then she froze for a few long seconds, as standing with their backs to the wall were four naked women, and spreading their cheeks, revealing their ass holes were gaping open. And she was pretty sure she knew at least one of them, just from her hair, which was a suspicion that Maryse was only too happy to confirm.
"Pay no attention to my latest fat assed bitches. They were just entertaining me while we were waiting for you. M'amuser avec leurs gros culs. Oh oui, mmmmmmmmm, oh oui." Maryse explained dismissively, before adding with a wicked smirk, "However, let's just get this question in the way first... Becky, are you the Alpha?"
"No, my French Mistress." Becky turned to look lovingly at her top, revealing her face, and of course her voice, to Ember in the process.
"Then what are you?" Maryse smirked, taking another sip of her wine.
"Your anal bitch, my French Mistress." Becky quickly replied, before correcting herself, "I mean, big fat assed bitch!"
"Right." Maryse purred wickedly, staring at Ember while asking, "And what am I?"
"My beautiful, wonderful, amazing, generous French Mistress." Becky beamed happily, before clarifying, "And the Alpha female of RAW."
"Non, I am the Alpha female of the WWE, Charlotte Flair is just too dumb to realize it." Maryse snapped angrily, before refocusing on her next conquest, "But that bitch will get what's coming to her soon enough, and that's not why you are here. Non, mmmmmmmmmm, you are here so I can congratulate you on your big win. The biggest you've had, in what, almost a year? Ha ha ha ha, oui, that sounds about right. And surely, there can't be a more perfect reward for someone like you, then to become my fat assed bitch. So, what are you waiting for? Strip! Ooooooooooooh oui, mmmmmmmmm, show off that curvy little body, and especially that big fat ass. Oh oui, show me the only thing you have of any real value."
There was a brief pause, then Ember took a deep breath, and told the French bitch, "No?"
"No?" Maryse questioned in disbelief.