~This story is the work of my imagination, not fact~
"So" Hunter Hearst Helmsley whispered in my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist "what do you want to do while we wait on Vince?" I let a sly smile cross my lips as I ran one hand through his long blonde hair, and started unzipping his jeans with the other.
"I say we fuck right on the boss's desk" I replied with a twinkle in my eye. Hunter didn't need to any more encouragement, so he picked me up while lifting my skirt above my hips, and sat me on top of the antique, oak desk. The finished wood was cold on my bare ass, and my hot juices flowed freely as he easily slid all 9" of his shaft past my swollen labia, until he reached bottom, and he furiously pounded my hungry cunt. His thrusts became harder, and I could feel the walls of my pussy contract around his cock at the start of my orgasm. As the waves hit me, he grunted, gave one final thrust, and his salty nectar filled me, my contractions milking him until he couldn't cum anymore.
"God damn, you are incredible" he gasped and rested his head on my shoulder, trying to regain his composure. We sat there like that for a few minutes before we were able to move.
"What do you think Bag-o-Bones wants this time?" he asked breathlessly as he pulled his cock out of me and readjusted his clothing. I shrugged and jumped off the desk, just as Vince walked in. 'Right on time' Hunter mumbled under his breath and asked "What's up, Boss" aloud. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to keep from laughing. Vince walked ... no, walked isn't a good word-he attempted to strut around his desk, sat in the leather chair, and propped his feet on his desk. He had a vile grin stretched across his equally vile face, and he reminded me of the Grinch who stole Christmas. Hunter and I looked at each other in perfect understanding: we were not going to like this at all.
"Well," Vince started, taking a script from his desk drawer "there have been some ... changes to your storyline." He paused long enough to watch us roll our eyes at him "I have decided that since my boy Serj has been picking up quite a following, I am going to allow him to 'defect' to the Alliance, taking the both of you along as his 'slaves', and-" I jumped out of my chair and slammed my hands down on the desk, cutting Vince off "The fuck you are! I am not playing this part Vince!" Hunter, who remained in his chair, agreed "I will be damned if I am going to bow to some upstart rookie, Vince!" Hunter and Serj had a 'relationship' outside the ring, thanks to me and Kevin Nash, my boyfriend, but I knew he wouldn't stand to be second fiddle in the ring to anybody.
Vince just leered at us from across the desk, hands wrapped around the script. "I don't see the problem. After all, you both were tired of Blue being 'Mistress Blue,' correct?" He was referring to the character I played, a Dom who lead her 'pet' out to the ring by a leash, and 'whipped' her opponents after they lost. He was correct in the fact that I was tired of that role. In fact, I told him a month ago that I wasn't into the role anymore, but agreed to do it to help Serj find his nitch, which he had.
Hunter just glared at Vince; he really hated the man. He knew Vince was only doing this because he was divorcing Vince's daughter, Stephanie, owner of ECW. After a few minutes, Hunter got up and gave Vince a cold, hard look and told him "I will just see what the real boss has to say about this" then looked at me and said "See you in a bit, Baby," kissed me and walked out. Vince's wife, Linda, was the real boss, and she had always liked Hunter and myself. I seriously doubted she knew anything about this. Vince glared at Hunter as he walked out, apparently not very happy with neither the remark or the kiss. He asked me if Kevin knew how...close... Hunter and I had become over the last month since he became my 'manager,' referring to the open display of affection we had been showing in the ring and backstage. "Oh, he knows, Vince. So you can get that blackmail twinkle out of your eye" I purred at him. Kevin had warned me about Vince's games long before I started working at the WWF, so I knew exactly how to handle him.
"I am not doing this, Vince, and you know Hunter won't either. So you might as well just forget it" I told him, hoping that the subject would be dropped, but knowing it wouldn't be. Vince's smile just broadened, and he stood up and leaned in closer to me. "Oh, you will, Blue" he leered. He then reached into his desk and pulled out a tape.