If you remember my last story, You know that I am a writer for the World Wrestling Federation. As more and more beautiful women join the company, I have more women to try and please by supplying them with quality characters and getting them some descent TV time. If you are a fan of the WWF, then you already know that there are some "Divas" in the company that get more attention then others. Right now I'd like to tell you about an encounter I had with one of those selected few, her name is Trish Stratus.
Over the last year and a half, Trish has easily become one of the biggest WWF superstars in recent history. There hasn't been another blonde bombshell to really take the company by storm like this since Sable. We found Trish working on a popular sports talk TV show in Canada. She was already something of a local celebrity, there were billboards of her advertising a popular bar on almost every street for God's sake. She had been in fitness magazines and was in college when the WWF came knocking. We really lucked out when we were able to outbid WCW to lure Trish into the WWF family.
After months of training and taking plenty of bumps and bruises, it was finally time to introduce Trish to the rest of the world. Originally she was the valet for Test and Albert, AKA T&A. Pretty soon the valet began to outshine the wrestling talent so it was time to let Trish do her own thing. When Mr. McMahon told me to make Trish a more visible part of the show, I called her up and told her we should meet so that I could pick her brain a little and see what type of things she would be willing to do. Since we had two live tapings in Madison Square Garden coming up, we decided that it would be best to meet at her hotel room after the taping of RAW.
I arrived at her room at about 11:30. I knocked and found that the door was already open. I stepped in quietly. "Trish, Trish, you in here?" There was no answer. I closed the door behind me and heard the electronic lock fasten automatically. I looked around and saw a faint light coming from farther in the room, I followed it. The source of the light was a bedside lamp. I looked around and saw a crack of light glowing from underneath the bathroom door. "Shawn, is that you?" a soft voice called out from the other side of the door. "Yeah."
"I'll be out in a minute, make yourself comfortable." She had such a soft, delicate voice. I almost took a seat on the bed but my better judgment prevailed. I took a seat in a chair that was about four feet away from the bed facing the television. I looked around the room and saw a sports bag and a few suitcases next to a desk. I examined my environment a little closer and my eyes locked onto something lying below the window in somewhat of a heap. It was a pair of leather jeans, some stiletto heels, a blouse of some kind and some black, lacy underwear. My eyes were locked on the pile. My mind started to drift and I found myself thinking about what it would be like to have been here to watch her take those articles of clothing off.
My fantasizing about Trish's body had such a firm lock on my attention, that I didn't hear Trish when she called my name. "Shawn, Shawn, are you awake?" I snapped back into reality. "Huh, oh, I'm sorry" I said while shaking the cobwebs loose. In my daze, I hadn't looked up at Trish, but when I did my jaw dropped to the floor. "What's wrong Shawn, you don't like it?"
"Uh" I couldn't believe it. I'm not a rocket scientist or anything but I know that I'm intelligent enough to come up with a better response than "Uh," at least I thought I was, but it came out again. "I must look like some kind of fucking moron," I thought to myself. Okay, let me explain my dumbfounded state. When I did finally look up and gaze upon Trish's body, the pure shock of her attire caught me completely off guard. My eyes began at her feet which were bare. My scope slowly rose up her body. Her deliciously carved legs were tanned and smooth. Then I saw her fiery red, silk, French cut panties. I continued up her body past her flat tummy and to her peek-a-boo bra clad breasts. My gaze continued north to find a giant smile upon her face.
I couldn't believe what I was looking at. She turned around as if to model her ensemble for me. I discovered that her silk panties were more like a silk thong. One thing I knew at that moment was that thongs must have been created for asses like Trish's. She took a seat on the bed as I attempted to regain my composure.