Many years ago, I wrote three stories about an assistant WWE writer having sex with three different WWE women: Trish Stratus, Debra and Melina. I stopped the series to do other things, but I've since re-ignited my interest in the series, so here's the first story back featuring the same main character in a similar type of situation.
In 2005 I, John Shavian, was a 26-year-old former model turned writer that was employed exclusively by World Wrestling Entertainment. In early 2006, the day before WrestleMania, I moved back out to Hollywood to work in the film industry as part of the 20th Century Fox team. Things went well for me out there, but I wasn't happy after a year of being out there. My heart was in WWE and I soon did what I could to get out of my contract so that I could return to work for WWE. In June 2007, after a brief negotiation, I returned to work for the company. The first story featuring my return involved a Wednesday night sexual romp with Candice Michelle. Three days later I had a more unexpected guest who was equally up to the task of pleasing me.
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Saturday June 22, 2007 at WWE Headquarters in Stamford, Connecticut.
I was in meetings all day and I was set to fly out Saturday night to San Diego for our Great American Bash PPV event that would be my first one back with the company. I hadn't talked to too many of the divas about my return although I did talk to some including Melina because we had a special relationship before as well as Trish although she wasn't working in WWE anymore. For the rest of them, I knew that after they talked to Candice she would tell them about how willing I would be to satisfy them. On my way back to the office I got a text from Candice simply saying, "call me." I was going to meet her at my office after my meetings for one more fuck before we headed to San Diego, so I assumed she just wanted to meet me somewhere. I was wrong. She told me that management wanted her out in San Diego a day early, so I had to wait to be with her again. I was disappointed, but she told me we'd make up for it when I saw her. "In the meantime," she told me, "my best friend in the company should be knocking on your office door any second now. She'll be flying with you to San Diego, but you'll have some time to get re-acquainted too. Trust me, baby, she's well aware of your prowess."
A few minutes later there was a knock on my door. I gulped, not knowing who it was. For all I knew, it could be somebody that was pissed at me because I never fucked her before. I had no idea.
I called out, "Come in, it's open."
The door opened and the first thing I saw was a wide smile on the gorgeous face of the busty blonde with an amazing body, Torrie Wilson: "Hello John."
Torrie has tremendous curves and had been in the wrestling business for about eight years by this point. Her best feature is probably her giant fake tits, but she wasn't lacking in other areas either. On this day she was wearing a jacket over top of this leopard skin dress that was really low cut and also showed off a lot of cleavage. I can remember her wearing it on Smackdown.
"Torrie," I said with a grin, "so good to see you again."
She smiled at me, and then shut the door. She also tossed her jacket down so it was just the dress.
"Come here, let me kiss you." She demanded. I thought it was a little too easy, but I went for it anyway. I walked over to her. She was licking her lips, saying, "I've wanted to do this for a long time."
We looked into each other's eyes. She put her hand on my face, had a big smile on her face and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back, putting my hand on her face and it lasted for a good ten seconds, if not more. Then she let go, smiled again and slapped me hard right in the face! Then she pushed me back into the desk.
Me: "What the hell, Torrie?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.
Torrie: "That's what I should be asking you, asshole. You think you can just walk back into WWE and expect all of us divas to line up for you so you can fuck around whenever you want? That's not how it works around here."
She walked towards my desk and sat on it, crossing her legs. Yep, it was a thong under the skirt. I leaned forward to touch her knee, but she pushed it off.
Torrie: "Don't touch me or I swear to God you'll never get this close to me again. You sit down. I'm going to talk and you're going to listen, okay?"
I sat back down in the chair while she continued to sit cross legged on the desk.
Torrie: "When I first heard about you and got to know you I thought you were a self-righteous, conceited jerk. Then as I talked more with the other girls, I realize you came up with so many great ideas for the girls especially Trish, Mickie, Lita, Melina and others. I think you have a great mind for the business and I was incredibly attracted to you. I've been with wrestlers, but I never want to do that again. They're unreliable assholes a lot of the time and it makes things difficult at work. With you, seeing as how you worked so closely with us as part of creative, I thought that was perfect. I enjoyed flirting with you in the past. Remember that time at the hotel bar?"
Me: "Yeah I do."
Torrie: "Let me finish."
Me: "But you asked me the question..."
Torrie: "Believe me, you'll know when I'm finished. I kept waiting for you to make a move. I wanted you so bad I would have fucked you in the middle of the locker room, but you never did. Then I saw you and Trish, plus with Melina. In the locker room, in the parking lot, and even fucking Melina in the hotel lobby bathroom at 4am in Chicago."
Me: "You saw that?" I asked, surprisingly.
Torrie: "And heard it! And if I didn't see you with another woman I could definitely hear you in the hotel in the next room. All those times you two said goodnight to me I wished you invited me in. I'm not into women, but for you I would have done anything. I know all about you and Melina when you'd visit Smackdown too. Know how I knew? Because she bragged about it all the time. Everybody already hated her, but she was a close friend for a while. Knowing she was hogging you made them hate her even more. Candice told me all about your new situation. I realize that it wasn't your call to be with only Trish and Melina. You only did what you had to in order to keep your job. I respect that, but I still blame you a little."
She walked off the desk, then went over to the leather couch. She pointed at me to sit down. I sat there as she put her legs up on my lap.
Torrie: "You can rub them, but don't go above the thigh, or I leave. Understand?"
Me: "Understood."
Torrie: "I'm not like Candice or Melina. Those two, they'll fuck you only to help their career. With me, I love to fuck and I'm better than them. Anyplace, anytime, anywhere. And I don't care if you fuck Candice, Melina or anybody else as long as you fuck me too."
Me: "When do we start?"
Torrie: "Not so fast, big guy. You have two choices. Either we sit here, make out and fool around without taking any clothes off and I make you wait one full month before we fuck, or we go with option two."
Me: "What's that?"
Torrie: "I have one condition: We do it in Stephanie McMahon's office."
I was stunned. Steph was already in San Diego for tomorrow's PPV and I had my doubts about her letting me use her office to fuck Torrie.
Me: "In Steph's office?"
Torrie: "You've already been in here with Trish and Melina plenty of times. We need to create our own memories."
Me: "I understand that, but what about a hotel or..."