Torrie walked to the door of room 309 in angst. She knew she had no choice but to go through with Dawn Marie's wishes. There was no way that Torrie could allow her father to marry Dawn Marie, and this seemed to be the only way out. She reached the door, apparently still contemplating what to do. But in her mind, she knew what she had to do. She knocked on the door three times, but there was no answer. Then she remembered the key that Dawn Marie had slipped in her coat. She took it out and glanced at it, knowing that there was no turning back. She slid the electronic card in and out of the lock. The light went from red to green. Torrie took a deep breath, then put her hand on the knob and twisted. As the door opened, Torrie peered in, not knowing what to expect.
It took Torrie only a second to spot Dawn Marie. She sat at a distance in an elegant black and red chair, wearing a silky, thigh-length black robe and holding a glass half full of wine. Torrie slowly and apprehensively approached Dawn Marie. It wasn't until Torrie was a step or two away from her that Dawn Marie acknowledged her, standing and taking a drink out of the glass. She set the glass down on the table next to her. Dawn Marie could feel Torrie's fear and she could see it in her face.
"I guess you do love your father," uttered Dawn Marie as she slowly raised her hand to stroke Torrie's cheek. Before Dawn Marie could begin caressing her skin, Torrie swatted her hand away and turned to leave. She could only manage a few steps before Dawn Marie froze her in her tracks. Not by force, but simply by saying, "I guess you don't love your father after all." Torrie now knew she would have to go along with anything Dawn Marie said. The last thing she would allow is her father, whom she cared about so much, to marry this conniving bitch. She turned back around and saw the smirk etched on Dawn Marie's face. This had been her plan all along.
"Can I take your coat?" Dawn Marie asked as she walked over to Torrie.
"I'd much rather keep it."
Dawn Marie began laughing under her breath, but cut herself off, "Give me your coat, Torrie," she demanded. Torrie reluctantly took her coat off and handed it to Dawn Marie.
"I'll go get you something to drink," said Dawn Marie as she walked into the kitchen. She placed the coat on the counter next to Torrie's glass of wine. Dawn Marie then paused for a second. She wanted Torrie to imagine all of the things that she might do to her. Dawn Marie then grabbed the glass and walked back into the other room. She handed the glass to Torrie, who took a small sip from it.
"Oooh, you look tense. Why don't you let sit on the bed and let me rub your shoulders?" Dawn Marie gently tapped the edge of the bed a couple of times. Torrie set her glass on the table next to Dawn Marie's and sat lightly on the spot where she had been instructed. Dawn Marie proceeded to sit behind Torrie, straddling her. She extended her legs down either side of Torrie and pressed so close against her that Torrie could feel Dawn Marie's tits being buried in her back. Dawn Marie began to slowly rub Torrie's shoulders, but could easily see in the mirror in front of them that Torrie was uncomfortable.
"You can't possibly be relaxed by this with your shirt covering your shoulders. Let me take this off for you." Dawn Marie slowly lifted Torrie's shirt over her head and threw it on the floor next to the bed. She looked at the clasp of the pink bra Torrie was wearing, but decided against unhooking it. She began rubbing Torrie's shoulders a little more vigorously than before. Dawn Marie looked in the mirror and could see that Torrie was beginning to loosen up, moving her neck slowly to calm her nerves. But no sooner than that did Dawn Marie become fixated on Torrie's chest. She could see Torrie's tits pouring out of the cups of her bra as if they were begging to be released. Dawn Marie felt herself getting hotter, having to fight the urge to finger her pussy. Torrie was also having to control her feelings. She was rather enjoying herself until she looked in the mirror. Disgusted by what she saw, Torrie went to swat Dawn Marie's hands off her shoulders. But Dawn Marie grabbed Torrie's hands first.
"Don't fight me, Torrie," Dawn Marie said in a sultry voice, "I know you're enjoying this as much as I am." She guided Torrie's hands onto her thighs. Expecting resistance, Dawn Marie was pleasantly surprised when Torrie began rubbing her legs up and down. Immediately, Dawn Marie realized that she had underestimated Torrie and her love for her father. She went back to massaging Torrie's shoulders and could feel Torrie letting herself go considerably more. Torrie had begun to rub Dawn Marie's legs a little harder. As she moved towards the inside of Dawn Marie's thighs, Dawn Marie jumped ever so slightly as she became hot with excitement. This twitch jolted Torrie back to reality, and she quickly sprang up off the bed.
"I'm sorry. I can't do this. This isn't right. I should go."
"You don't want to leave, do you?" asked Dawn Marie sarcastically. "You're having too much fun." Dawn Marie rose from the bed and stood in front of Torrie. She slowly untied her robe and slid it off her shoulders. Torrie gazed speechlessly at Dawn Marie, who was wearing nothing but a black lace bra that barely covered her nipples and a semi-transparent g-string.
Torrie's daze was interrupted by Dawn Marie falling to her knees. She worked her hands up Torrie's skirt. Torrie stood motionless, frozen in a mix of fear and enthrallment. Dawn Marie placed her hands on Torrie's hips. She glanced upward into her eyes and could see that Torrie was too scared to offer any resistance. Dawn Marie slowly pulled Torrie's panties down her legs all the way to her ankles. She then rose to her feet, looking Torrie dead in the eye. Torrie had absolutely no idea what Dawn Marie had planned for her next.
"Close your eyes, Torrie." Reluctantly, Torrie did as she was told. "Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you." Torrie swallowed the gigantic lump in her throat. She couldn't remember a time when she was more scared.
"Ever since I first saw you in WCW, I was attracted to you. I was drawn to you and I wanted you, all of you." Dawn Marie put her hands on Torrie's cheeks. "I loved your delicate face, your vivacious smile," she started to work her hands down Torrie's body simultaneously as she named each part, "your ample breasts, your curvaceous hips, your tight ass, your creamy thighs, your smooth legs. I've always imagined what it would be like to be with you. And tonight, I'm finally going to find out."
"Please, Dawn Marie, I'm begging you. Don't --," Torrie's plea was cut off by the succulent lips of Dawn Marie being pressed against her own. Torrie tried to fight it at first, trying to push Dawn Marie away from her. But gradually, Torrie's efforts weakened. The agony on her face turned to enjoyment. Her hands, instead of pushing, were now clenched around Dawn Marie's back. Her mouth opened up, allowing Dawn Marie and herself to entangle their tongues in a wave of passion. After many seconds, their lips finally separated.
"Wow. I've never had a kiss so... so... "
