My one story a year this year is something I've been working on for quite a while. Stephanie McMahon in this story is portrayed as a woman who has a lot of slutty sexual fantasies and loves being talked down to so if you don't like that or utterly fake wrestling fan fiction upsets you please don't read this. Everyone else enjoy this kinda long yet very satisfying tale of CM Punk and Stephanie McMahon fucking like they belong on a Kink website.
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Stephanie and the Shoot Promo
CM Punk is on top of the world having just delivered an amazing promo at the end of Monday night Raw. He was allowed to say whatever he wanted and Punk feels that he really sold it as an unplanned shoot style promo. From the looks of several people backstage it was clearly a good promo as some wrestlers tell him well done while others just steer clear of him as if they fear being seen near Punk might get them fired too. Punk wonders how long it will take to get the big grin off his face as after 5 years with WWE he just had his career defining moment. For the first time since his early days attached to ECW Punk feels like the wrestler he was back working on the independent scene.
Creative freedom, in a way Punk is upset that he is leaving but understands that he would have never got the chance to vent some of his own frustrations like that live on TV if his contract wasn't running out. Walking to his locker room Punk wonders if Beth would let him skip off to the hotel early, normally he would stay and watch her wrestle on the useless program Superstars but that promo gave him such a buzz Punk just wants to be alone to enjoy the amazing feeling. He is already peeling off the white athletic tape wrapped around his fists when he turns the corner to reach his own private locker room. Punk pushes the door open and finds a big surprise waiting for him.
"I suppose you think what you said out there was all very clever?" Stephanie McMahon says glaring right at Punk who is shocked and takes a second to regain his thoughts.
"Steph this is a nice surprise what are you doing here?" Punk asks finally accepting that Stephanie McMahon current lead writer and daughter to the chairman of WWE is standing in front of him.
"I said did you think what you just said out there was funny?" Steph repeats her face set in stone, arms folded looking ready to explode with anger.
"Yeah it was kinda funny, seemed to get a good reaction, why?" Punk asks wondering if Stephanie took offence to some of his words.
"Well I thought it was a damm disgrace and a slap in the face to our profession," Stephanie says in a bitter tone.
"Stephanie look you were in the meeting I was told to let loose and say whatever was on my mind I mean if I overstepped the mark with the comments about you then I'm sorry," Punk says confused at why Stephanie would be upset at all this now.
"You're sorry Punk! You're sorry! You had better be sorry I have never seen anyone miss such an easy chance to insult me in all my life," Steph says with her frown turning into a cheeky grin.
Punk nearly does a double take staring at his now grinning boss, "Sorry wait you wanted me to make my comments about you nastier?"
"Of course just calling me and my husband idiots will not do at all Mr Punk," Stephanie says in a prim and proper tone but still grinning like a schoolgirl.
Punk relaxes and starts laughing, "Nice rib Steph you really had me going for a second then," He smiles before moving towards his gym bag.
"I mean it Punk where were all the nasty insults? Years ago guys were lining up to take cheap verbal shots at me," Stephanie says with a pout, her teasing words not matching her official looking outfit which is a high collared white button shirt, a black knee length skirt and a pair of black high heels.
"I'm sorry Steph are you drunk? Why would you want me to verbalize what nasty person you are?" Punk says grinning wondering if his boss will pick up on the joke.
"No reason just makes me happy you know letting me know that I'm doing a good job as a heel," Stephanie says shrugging her shoulders trying to keep an innocent look on her face.
"Yeah but you're not a heel Steph hell you're not even on TV anymore," Punk states a little confused.
"No of course I'm not, all I'm saying is that it's such a shame you missed out on your chance to fuck me," Steph says in a cheerful matter of fact voice.
CM Punk nearly breaks his own neck swinging round to look at Steph who just waves, "Well see you later Punk."
"Whoa hey wait Stephanie," Punk calls out stopping Steph at the door, "What do you mean I missed the chance to fuck you?"
Steph grins, "Oh didn't you know about how if you insult me in a promo you would get to fuck me afterwards?" She says raising her eyebrow as Punk's jaw drops.
"Really? How does that work?" Punk asks still feeling confused but he is also intrigued.
"Well I have a fetish for being degraded and insulted, think of it like a poor perfect rich girl who loves to hear what a low down dirty whore she really is," Steph explains with a wild smirk on her face.
"Wow nobody told me about that," Punk says still in a state of shock with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.
"It's not something I normally discuss with people but I found early on in my heel run the more a guy insulted me the hotter I got and the more I needed him to treat me like a slut afterwards," Steph says with a happy look on her face like she is remembering those times.
"That's amazing, what about the fans? Does it turn you on when they chant slut at you?" Punk asks curiously.
"Oh god yes so much every time they chanted that my panties got utterly soaked," Stephanie says groaning at the memory of it.
"My God, you really are a little slut aren't you Steph?" Punk grins, his mind racing as he wonders what it would be like to fuck his curvy boss.
"Yes I am and it's been so long since I was on the end of a good long Steph bashing promo and I really thought you would deliver, you let me down Punk," Steph says sounding a little hurt.
