Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Sasha Banks or Stephanie McMahon or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
*****
"So, you wanted to see me?"
Stephanie looked up, and scowled, "Is that anyway to talk to your boss?"
Sasha raised an eyebrow, before shrugging, "I meant no disrespect."
"And yet, you'll tell anyone who will listen, that you're The Boss?" Stephanie questioned.
"It's a gimmick." Sasha pointed out, "Your husband isn't literally The Game."
"I don't like your tone." Stephanie scowled, "Or you, talking about my husband."
"Oh, so that's what this is all about? My, special relationship, with your husband?" Sasha teased with a wicked grin, then quickly added, "Relax, Boss Lady, I'm only teasing. He means a great deal to me, but he's like my Dad. Not my Sugar Daddy. Besides, no one is stupid enough to try and break you two up."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Stephanie grumbled, "And I'm not sure I believe you."
"Well, it's true." Sasha insisted.
"Doesn't matter." Stephanie said, slowly standing up from her chair, "Because I can not tolerate how this looks. Or your attitude. No, you will learn to respect me. One way or another."
Sasha Banks had a bad feeling about this. It wasn't often she was summoned by Stephanie McMahon to meet her in her office. Normally she was dealing with Triple H, and since she got to the main roster, even directly to Vince. But she and Stephanie had barely spoken, and on the rare occasions that they had, the other woman was disturbingly cold to her.
It was impossible to make everyone like her, and Sasha knew better than to try, but this wasn't just a twitter troll. No, this was the most politically powerful woman in the WWE, so the coldness had been a very bad sign, but this was even worse. And honestly, The Boss wasn't entirely sure what she was going to do.
Her first instinct was to lash out, but that definitely wouldn't help the situation. Neither did the fact that her second instinct was to start drooling, as Stephanie McMahon stood up to her full height. All 5.9 of her. And maybe even taller, including her heels. Which easily dwarfed Sasha's 5.4. Then there was that amazing power suit, which looked so very good on her.
That jacket, blouse, and dark blue jeans with a MotΓΆrhead studded belt buckle, was quite the alluring look. Especially with a bulge in those jeans, telling Sasha that Stephanie was packing more than just a bad attitude. And considering The Boss was just in her ring gear, she was beginning to feel seriously under dressed.
"So, are you ready to respect my authority?" Stephanie broke the silence which had fallen between them. Then she frowned as Sasha started laughing, and questioned, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing." Sasha lied, and then when she received another look, she added, "It's just that, 'respect my authority', really? Pretty sure that's a dated 90s reference. Whether you meant to make it, or not."
"And there you go again, with your little backhanded comments." Stephanie grumbled, "Is this really what my husband enjoys when he's not with a real woman?"
"I told you, I wouldn't know." Sasha said dismissively, before she smirked, "Maybe, you should ask Shawn Michaels. If Hunter has a side piece, I'm pretty sure it's his 'Road Wife'."
There was a brief pause, then Stephanie gave a fake laugh, and then leaned down to growl directly into Sasha's face, "You know what? If my husband wants to associate himself with trash like you, so be it. But why should he have all the fun? Especially, when I can put is side piece in her place, just like this..."
The bitch then kissed her, and Sasha really didn't know what to do with herself. It wasn't like this was the first time she had kissed a woman, or even that a woman roughly kissed her all of a sudden, but this was perhaps the most problematic. Because automatically she tensed up, and even lifted her hands up to push Stephanie away from her. However, this was basically her boss, so she had to tread carefully.
Especially because, while other workers were supposedly protected from this kind of thing, it wasn't normally enough to stop this kind of behaviour. And here, in the WWE, in 2018, this was the best place for her to be, and she didn't want to lose this job. Not when it was her dream job, which she had worked so very hard to get.
Besides, maybe she could turn this to her advantage? There were rumours about Stephanie bottoming to the likes of Beth Phoenix, AJ Lee and Lita, and it would be a tremendous feather in her cap if she could pull that off. Especially if those rumours were false, and she could take the mighty Stephanie McMahon's anal cherry.
So after a long pause, Sasha let her hands relax, and she then pulled the other woman closer to her, and finally started kissing back. Which had her boss smirking wickedly, but it also almost caused them to lose their balance, which would be very embarrassing. Luckily, that didn't happen, and they enjoyed a brief make out session, before the taller woman pulled her back, and smirked at her.
"I knew it!" Stephanie beamed, extremely proud of herself, "I knew you were nothing but a slut."
"Says the woman who's now cheating on her husband, with me, after accusing him of doing the same thing." Sasha grumbled.
"Hey, he IS cheating on me." Stephanie insisted, and when Sasha gave her a look, she added, "Even if it's not physically, he loves you and NXT more than me. And I will not stand for it. So, take off your clothes, you nasty little slut. Mmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh, it's time for me to put a whore in her place. Just like I did to your precious Trish Stratus."
"Actually, I was more of an Eddie Guerrero fan, than any of the previous girls." Sasha said dismissively, then Stephanie gave her a look, and she added with a grumble, "But fine, whatever."
Stephanie felt validated as she watched the shameless whore Sasha Banks remove her clothes like the nasty little stripper she was. Sure, she didn't put as much effort into it, as she probably did with Hunter, but it was more than enough to get Stephanie going at this point.
Maybe especially because it wasn't like she was taking off that much. Oh yes, Sasha had practically come here in her underwear. God, the things these sluts actually wore to the ring would never cease to amaze her. Whenever she wrestled, she at least had the decency to cover up. Not flaunt everything they had, like the rest of these hos. No wonder her husband was so tempted. And really, no one could blame Stephanie for her actions.
Which included carefully pushing a few items aside, and then pushing Sasha onto her back, onto Stephanie's desk. Then a fully clothed Stephanie just jumped on top of her, pinning her down, and smirking wickedly. Yes, she should have probably taken off her clothes right away, and just given this whore everything she had. Something that Sasha would probably take, and love.
However, The Billion-Dollar Princess loved the power she felt from being fully clothed, while the so-called Boss was completely naked underneath her. Something she fully intended to make full use out of, as she leaned down for another passionate kiss with this uppity bitch. Who of course, was quick to kiss back.
Something which was very easy to get lost in, which was exactly what happened. Fuck, Stephanie loved kissing girls. Even the whores employed by this company. Actually, especially the whores employed by this company. They were just so easy, and she love the feeling of power she had over them. And sure, it was morally questionable, but considering how much sex they had with each other, this truly felt like no big deal.
Besides, Stephanie told herself that she would stop if Sasha, or any of these other sluts, ever complained. Not that she'd ever had to put that to the test. Hell, this particular ho was practically cumming already, just from what was supposed to be a warm-up. Something which happened before, and the McMahon was determined it would happen again.