Since I was 16 I've been a wrestling fan, the women are horny, and the Rock kicks serious arse. So I was delighted when one of my friends got tickets to RAW is WAR in M.S.G. during the Gap year we were taking touring America. We'd even laid bets on who would get bedded the most in America and who would get bedded my the hottest woman. Now I'm very modest, and I don't have the 8-14 ridiculously large dicks some read about in these trash stories, my dick is 6 inches, and my balls aren't particularly large, so I'm average or small, depending on whose perspective you look at it from. I also am not a slut/escort and have very British values, e.g. Most Americans are evil as they are mostly big headed and they elect the most stupid president (BUSH) who won't sign a Kyoto agreement, which I see as very important for the future. I hope you begin to get a fair picture of the kind of bloke I am.
Anyway the deal is that most of the WWF Diva's are really hot. And I really respect their athleticism and showmanship even if it is entertainment scripted. I never dreamed I'd meet one though. And after the fucks I had just given and had from Lita, you can imagine I was feeling pretty good about myself. Even though it felt like I was getting paid for my services I didn't care, I still accepted the tickets she'd left me, and just about enough time to phone my friends and invite them to SmackDown! before I had to leave the suite. As instructed I left the key on the desk of the lobby and then went to the taping. Tuesday was the last night I'd be in an area where the WWF was having a live event so I was pumped about seeing this one, after all the show was named after one of my favourite moves.
The show turned out to be so-so, there were a few Divas' around, all in revealing outfits, so that was a major upturn. Lita even came out, and seemed to be searching the crowd and when she spotted us she smiled and it seemed as though my mates were undressing her with their eyes. After the show we all confirmed where and when we'd meet up the following day before we split up, most went to try and get lucky. Seeing as Lita had arranged for me to meet her later at the hotel I thought I might surprise her in her dressing room, I was fortunate enough to get through security undetected and start roaming the halls, looking for her when it occurred to me she might have already left, so I just started entering random locker rooms and see if I could start chatting to some Superstars to try and while away the time. I entered a few and started chatting to some, who must have thought I was a journalist or something because they kept telling me how very glad they were that they could be here and entertain them, and they wouldn't change it for any other career, even though their career could be over in an instant.
The last door I entered had someone in the shower. Since I hadn't found any, and had been in basically all the dressing rooms, I figured it must have been Lita, who may just have been getting over her match (she won by the way). So I decided to hide and then surprise her when she came out. The water stopped about 2 minutes later and after what seemed like a lifetime a woman emerged. She'd redressed and was wearing her hair straight in a ponytail, looking every bit the sophisticated businesswoman. And when she turned to face me it was obvious who this beauty was. Her class came through in this style more than anything you saw of her on any T.V. show. It was of course the "billion dollar princess" herself. Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley. Her skirt was that of a typical secretary, short and didn't conceal much of her luscious legs, her top also showed the top half of her smooth breasts, heaving below the fabric of the kinky top she was wearing. For a moment I thought of running, that was before I saw her rustling around the rooms, and too my horror I saw her shoes next to me, a bit of which was poking out of the hiding place. And she was walking right towards them. There was no way to move around from my place or to hide, there was only the wall to run head first into. I decided to accept my fate.
"Well look what we have here..." She muttered as she saw me, "not only a fabulous pair of shoes, but a bloke to wear them."
"Please Mrs. Helmsley, it's not like that"
She gave a short laugh before bending over and wagging her finger at me giving me a perfect view of her moving breasts that quivered with every step and breath. "Just call me Steph."
Her mobile rang, "Yes... uh-huh... nope haven't seen him... O.K. will do... Yes I'll expect he will... O.K... bye"
"Now then, were you looking for a certain someone, or just milling around being a pervert?"
"Actually, believe it or not, I was looking for Lita..."