Author's note:
Big thank you to alwaysupforu2004 for all your help editing this chapter.
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Trish Stratus was completely and utterly drunk. Her fellow diva and kind of friend Ashley had taken her for a girl's night out drinking to celebrate her victory. Trish hadn't felt like celebrating, and the alcohol had not done its job in easing her mind on her current troubles.
It was a miracle that she'd managed to make it out of that match victorious. It wasn't so much that her opponent was superior to her, or she was afraid of her, it was more the fact that every single time she touched that evil brunette seductress, Trish thought of the night of passion they had shared.
Almost 2 whole weeks ago now, Trish's number one fan Mickie James had seduced her and made her cum harder than she'd ever cum in her life. This fact scared the hell out of Trish. Every single time she touched her in that match she was reminded how gently Mickie's fingers had felt caressing her skin, how soft Mickie's tongue felt on her body, and how wonderfully hard Mickie's strap on had felt inside her.
But now it was over. Trish had defeated Mickie. So it was over now. For good. Now she could move on with her life. Move on with her loveless life. Move on in her loveless life where the greatest thing to happen to her in years was when she was fucked by a member of her own sex! God Trish hated herself right now.
Ashley was going on and on about something. But Trish wasn't really listening. She hadn't been listening all night. At first it was just because Ashley was very boring, but now it was because Trish was having a problem staying conscious and wasn't going to waste her valuable concentration on listening to what this waste of space had to say. But she was fighting a losing battle.
Trish was no light weight when it came to drink. She could hold her own in a contest, and certainly enjoyed the occasional drink, but she had never consumed this much alcohol in such a short amount of time.
Finally, with enough alcohol in her to beach a whale, Trish slid deeper into her chair, as her world faded to blackness...
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When Trish awoke, the first thing she noticed was that she was in incredible pain. Her head was killing her, and she felt like the room was spinning. She fought the urge to throw up and took a look at her surroundings.
The second thing she noticed was that she seemed to be in a typical hotel room bed. The room didn't really look cheap, but since Trish earned more money than most of the divas, and she'd been around for a while, she could afford the luxury suites. And this was not a luxury suite. This was not even her room.
The third thing she noticed was that the source of all her emotional turmoil was standing over her holding a glass.
"You're awake, finally." said Mickie cheerily, "I was beginning to think you'd sleep the night away. Here drink this it will help you with your hangover."
Trish took a moment to consider her options. She wasn't sure whether or not she could trust Mickie, but her head was killing her so she took the glass from Mickie and sipped it cautiously. The drink tasted a little bitter but it was ok. In a very short time Trish could feel her aches and pains ebbing away. She slowly drank it in silence until there was none left.
Eventually she asked "What was that?"
"Old recipe my Grand-pappy gave me." Mickie said, "Its kind of a miracle hangover cure."
"Ok, what's in it?"
"Sorry, family secret. If I told you I'd either have to kill you, or marry you!" Mickie said with a smile.
Trish grumbled something under her breath.
"Oh come on Trish, lighten up? Come on, oh oh oh, do you know if you're happy and you know it."
Trish watched in horror as Mickie sang the nursery rhyme if you're happy and you know it. This was the woman who had seduced her. This was the woman who had sexually dominated her with ease. This was the woman who had made her feel pleasure like she'd never known. And here she was singing nursery rhymes... slightly off key too.
Realising she was getting off topic, Mickie ended her rendition of the nursery rhyme and started to speak at a mile a minute, "Anyway, I brought you here Trish so I can apologise to you. You see I might have told you a teeny, weenie, little white lie before. Do you remember when we were in your hotel room and I said I wasn't trying to turn you gay or anything. Well... that was kind of... a lie. But at the same time it kind of wasn't, because I'm not technically trying to turn you gay... not 100%... more like... 50%. Of course if I did accidentally turn you completely gay that would be ok. I've done it before... although, now I think about it, those girls were probably gay already and I just showed them their closet door. For instance that girl Erica was a complete dyke, and so was Susan, and Rachel, that girl was just born to eat pussy... but I'm getting off topic again. The point is I'm not trying to turn you gay, just bisexual. I myself am bi, I was telling you the truth about the fact I have a boyfriend. I love him and his hard cock, but I've always felt the need to dominate women and I wouldn't give that up for any man. Just like I wouldn't give up men, even if it's you asking me too. Anyway, why was I, oh yes, I'm trying to turn you bisexual. Well, not so much turn, more like showing you a part of yourself you didn't know existed. You see Trish, some girls just like boys, some girls just like girls, and some girls, like you and me, like boys and girls. I say you and me because I have a very good gaydar and I've never ever been wrong when I spot a bisexual closet case, and you Trish Stratus are a bisexual closet case. You already know the pleasure I can give you, and I'm not asking you to give up men, or even be monogamous to me, but I think we could be good together. I think together we could dominate the WWE women's division and turn every single one of our fellow divas into our little bitches. But I don't want an answer now. I want you to go away and think about it. When you agree I don't want their to be a single doubt in your mind that we belong together and if you think about it, I mean if you really think about it, you'll realise we're perfect for each other." Mickie stopped to give Trish time to let all that sink in, before saying, "So, do you have any questions?"
There was a long silence as Trish tried to collect her thoughts. It was a lot to take in. She wanted to ask Mickie questions, but she was terrified of the answers. Of course, as always Trish's curiosity got the better of her and she asked, "Ok... so... you think I'm bisexual?"
"No, I know you're bisexual!"
"Is that so?"
"There isn't a single doubt in my mind."
"Oh, and why is that?"
"Ok, where to begin. I guess for starters there is how easily you became aroused when I was kissing and caressing you last time we made love. And then there's the fact that you were begging me to eat your pussy, and then when I did you came over and over in my mouth allowing me to drink some of the sweetest cum I've ever tasted! And then there is how you pushed yourself back on my strap on and begged for it not only in your sweet little pussy, but in your tight little ass-hole as well, which, in case you've forgotten, I broke in for you. And we both know it wasn't pain you past out from on Monday night, it was pleasure. Am I wrong about any of these facts?"
There was silence, before Trish quickly change the subject, "The other week, you said you were going to make me your bitch."
"Yes, I did."
