Author's note
This story is co-written with another author called Vintage.
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After a two year absence Trish Stratus had returned to in ring action. It was a one night only deal, Trish had no intention of returning full-time, but for one night only it had been invigorating. To hear the crowd cheer for her one more time, to be in the very unique spotlight that wrestling provided, to get back inside a ring and wrestle, and not just wrestle but show she was as good as she ever was, it had all been amazing.
But it was not why Trish had returned.
Sure all that stuff was great and she had missed it, and while she certainly didn't need the money it made a nice little bonus, but the real reason Trish agreed to return was because it allowed her to see Mickie James again.
Mickie, her Mickie, how Trish had missed her. Her smile, her laugh, her eyes, her long brown hair, her mouth, her tongue, her big boobs, her tasty little pussy, and Trish's favourite part of Mickie's body, her gloriously rounded ass.
Trish had always dreamed of settling down with a nice normal man and starting a family, but Mickie was one of the very few girls who had made Trish question that dream.
Ultimately Trish had gone with her dream of a normal life and... had been bored senseless after the first few weeks. It wasn't a bad life, in many ways it was quite enjoyable, but Trish's husband was what could be politely described as an average lover. He was good, but he paled in comparison to some of Trish's previous experiences, especially with girls.
Originally Trish had intended to be faithful to her husband, but when it became clear that would have driven her crazy she settled for not cheating on him with another guy. Unfortunately all the women Trish had been able to seduce had turned out to be too vanilla in the bedroom for her taste, leaving her pining for the days she was in a locker room constantly filled with slutty divas, almost all of whom had no problem getting as nasty as Trish liked. One of those divas seem to have been made pacifically to cater to Trish's tastes, and it was that diva Trish most wanted as she headed towards the women's locker room.
Trish had been settling for less than good for the better part of two years, tonight she would settle for nothing but the best.
Walking into the women's locker room Trish smiled happily to herself when she saw the object of her lesbian lust standing around in an otherwise empty locker room as if she was waiting for her.
Trish licked her lips. This was too easy, Mickie might as well have a pretty pink bow around her and a label saying 'for Trish, please enjoy'.
"Trish, hey... erm... how have you been?" Mickie started nervously as her ex-girlfriend approached.
"I'm good." Trish said, shamelessly looking Mickie up and down, "Pretty little outfit. Why don't you give me a little turn, show me how you look in it."
Mickie opened her mouth to protest, but thought better of it. If she had learned one thing from her relationship with Trish it was that it was useless to argue with her because the blonde Canadian almost always got her way. So with a deep sigh Mickie slowly turned around, showing off her body to her former lover as she had done many times before.
Trish grinned first at Mickie's obedience, then at how Mickie's jeans tightly hugged her big booty, making it look even more round and luscious than it already was, in the same way Mickie's extremely low-cut top made her boobs look even bigger, the tight material making it look like one of those big boobies was going to burst free at any second.
"Mm, I miss the short skirts, but I love how your ass looks in those jeans." Trish said seductively as she stepped closer to her prey.
"You said that last time." Mickie said softly.
"I remember." Trish said huskily as she reached out and gently grabbed a handful of Mickie's big butt, "And I remember how good jeans looked around your ankles as I drilled your ass with my strap on, so I think I can forgive the wardrobe change."
With that Trish squeezed Mickie's ass and pulled the small girl into her arms, trying to kiss her but Mickie resisted.
"No, I'm sorry Trish, but I can't." Mickie said quickly, trying to pull herself from Trish's grasp.
"Why not?" Trish asked frowning.
"I... I have a girlfriend now." Mickie replied.
Anger crossed Trish's face for a moment, after all Mickie was hers and how dare someone else touch something she rightfully owned, but then the dominating blonde wickedly smiled.
"That's ok, I don't mind having another girl to play with, so your girlfriend can join us." Trish said.
"The only person you'll be playing with tonight is yourself bitch, now hands off my girlfriend."
Trish was furious that anyone would talk to her like that, but her anger faded and another smile crossed her face as she saw who had just spoken to her.
"Hey Melina, great to see you, how you been?" Trish said with an obviously faked friendly tone of voice.
For a moment Trish had been worried Mickie's new girlfriend might be someone who was actually a threat, like Stephanie McMahon or the new and powerful Beth Phoenix, but then she turned to see Melina Perez fresh out the showers with a towel wrapped around her body. Melina Perez was a nothing, not even close to her league. She was no threat whatsoever.
Melina was furious at Trish's audacity. She didn't care what Trish had done in the past or how great the blonde's influence was backstage, she couldn't just walk in here and take whatever she wanted, especially when it belonged to Melina.