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From The Top To The Bottom

By: MTL17



Trish's POV

I've just finished my part in tonight's episode of RAW and I'm now heading back to the Women's locker room. As I am on my way there people who I pass by are telling me what a great job I did out there I simply say thanks or smile at them as I continue on my way anxious to get back there and anxious for the woman that I have just worked along side or rather against to get back to the Women's locker room because I have a very important question I have to ask her.

You know I have to say I have been in an awful lot of angle's with a lot of great men and Women however this is without a doubt my favourite angle of all and the main reason for it is because I'm working along side or rather against the woman I love. She'll be on her way back to the Women's locker room in a little while she's just finishing off our segment.

The segment that I am talking about involved me the woman that I love and a guy the fans know as "Jack" 

What happened in the segment was I went out to the ring dressed as the woman I love to her entrance music acting like she does. In the ring was a huge "present" and I got into the ring and then got on the mic and said that I had a present for the woman I am going to be facing for the woman's title at Backlash however before that I wanted to give her a present and so I called her down to the ring. She came down to the beginning of my music which then cut to her music which I came down to the ring to first.

I then revealed to her and to the world what the "present" was and the present was "Jack" who was my onscreen ex-boyfriend. I then said that if my opponent at Backlash who was standing outside of the ring really was Trish Stratus in other words me then she must be really concerned about "Jack" I then said that if she wasn't Trish/me if she's just somebody who thinks that she is Trish/me then she will realise that she has absolutely nothing to do with "Jack" 

I went on to say that she would realise that she is not Trish/me so she can stop dressing like Trish/me she can stop acting like Trish/me and she can stop being Trish/me an finished by asking her if she understood what I was saying.

My Backlash opponent responded by telling me that she understood what I was saying and then told me to get my filthy hands off of HER boyfriend. She then came into the ring and tried to take me down however I managed to get the upper hand and took her down using a spinebuster and then left the ring leaving her and "Jack" to finish off the segment.

I've reached the Women's locker room door. I knock on it to begin with just in case there are any other divas in there either coming out of the shower going into the shower or who are getting changed. Normally after somebody knocks on the door somebody inside the room asks who it is however no noise comes from inside the locker room.

"It's Trish."

I call out however I still don't get an answer and so I decide to open the door which I do and as I do I notice that the locker room is empty and so I enter it and close the door behind me I then walk over to where my gym bag is with what I wore to the arena inside of it.

I feel tempted to get undressed jump into the shower and then get back into the clothes that I wore to the arena however I decide against doing that and simply put my gym bag on the floor underneath my seat sit down and wait for my Backlash opponent and the woman that I love to arrive.

As I am waiting for her to arrive I look down at myself and look at the outfit that I have on. I can't believe what I am wearing not because there is anything wrong with what I have on but simply due to the fact that it is amazing that me and my girl fit one and other's clothes. When Vince came to see us and told us what they wanted to have happen next as far as our feud was concerned after Wrestlemania I told them that I was cool with it but I doubted if we would be able to wear one and other's clothes. 

Vince told us that at the next house show which is a none-televised show we would be trying the her being Trish and me being her out on the fans so we had until then to find a way for us to fit one and other's clothes so that night we decided to see if we fit one and other's clothes and surprise surprise we did and still do today.

"You done well out there Mickie."

I hear a familiar female voice say which causes me to lift my head and look in the direction the voice came from and there standing in the doorway wearing my most famous wrestling attire with her hair having been dyed blonde is the woman I am going to face at Backlash for the Woman's title more importantly she is the woman that I love.

I smile an ear to ear smile due to us having played this game countless times before ever since we started this new part of our angle/storyline.

"You didn't do too bad yourself...........Trish."

I say back.

"Trish" smiles an ear to ear smile at me as I get to my feet and she enter the room closes the door behind herself and then turns and runs at me and I simply open my arms up and she almost jumps into my arms as I close my arms around her and she closes her arms around me. 

Despite loving the feel of having her back into my arms I keep an eye on the door to the woman's locker room not wanting anybody to catch us in this intimate embrace.

After a few minutes we slowly break the hug and both sit down next to one and other with her sitting on the right side of me.

"How's jack?"

I ask her.

"Unconscious thanks to me stealing your Mick-Kick."

"Don't you mean your Chick-Kick?"

I ask her.

She laughs which is like music to my ears.

"Ok."

She says once she has gotten over her laughter.

"Joke over."

She adds.

"Ok then."

I say.

"Mickie."

I add.

This causes Mickie to burst into a fit of laughter again.

"Why do you always do that?"

She then asks me again once she has gotten over her fit of laughter.

"Because it always makes you wet yourself."

I tell her.

"It does not make me wet myself."

Mickie says in a defensive tone of voice.

"Although I have come close once or twice."

She then says which causes me to laugh.

"Do you think the fans enjoyed our segment?"

I ask her once I have gotten over my fit of laughter.

"I hope so."

Mickie says still smiling her ear to ear smile.

"They certainly seemed to enjoy your jokes having got me a Jack in the box and having your hands tied while at the same time Jack had his tied too."

She adds.

I laugh remembering how the fans responded to those two jokes.

At that moment there is a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

I call out as both me and Mickie look towards the locker room door.

"It's your boss."

Vince McMahon's voice responds through the door.

I smile.

"Are you all decent?"

Vince then asks.

"Yeah Vince come on in."

I say and with that Vince opens the door and pops his head into the room he then comes in and closes the door behind himself.

"Mickie Trish I'm glad you're both here."

He says as he walks up to us once the locker room door is closed.

"What's up?"

I ask him.

"Nothing I just wanted to tell you what a great segment you girls put on out there."

Vince says.

I smile at him while giving Mickie a nudge with my elbow.

"Thanks Vince."

I say.

"Thank you Mr. McMahon."

Mickie says still calling Vince Mr. McMahon despite him having told her repeatedly to call him Vince and still sounding as though she is talking to the principle of her school or something like that instead of her friend.

"I also wanted to let you know what we have planned for next week."

Vince says having evidently gotten used to Mickie calling him Mr. McMahon.

I look at him rather surprised by this due to us never knowing what we're going to do as far as each show is concerned until we arrive at the arena for the show.

"Trish we're going to have you continue to be Mickie for one more week after next Monday we want you to go back to your blonde hair colour before Backlash if you don't mind."

Vince tells us.

"Sure."

I say with a shrug of my shoulders having enjoyed being my natural colour however having always said that I would or rather I will do anything for the business within reason and if I am needed to go back to being an intelligent blonde then that is what I will do.

"As for you Mickie we want you to go back to being Mickie James. Which means we want you to go back to wearing your own outfits and before next Monday we want you to dye your hair back to the way it was."

Vince says focusing his attention on Mickie as I turn my attention and look at Mickie who is looking up at Vince with a 50% relaxed 50% scared or rather nervous looking expression on her face.

"Alright."

She says.

"As for what we're going to have you guys do next week. You'll just have to turn up to see."

Vince says with a smirk.

I smile back at him.

"I have to get back to the Gorilla position."

Vince then says.

"We understand."

I say speaking on behalf of both myself and Mickie.

"Have a good evening ladies."

Vince says with a nod and with that he turns and heads for the door opens the door walks out and closes the door behind him leaving both me and Mickie once again alone in the Women's locker room.

After a few minutes of looking at the door I turn my attention to the woman sitting beside me. Part of me feels tempted to remind her that Vince likes us his employers to call him Vince and not Mr. McMahon as well as to remind her that she doesn't need to be afraid of him most of the time the only time you need to be afraid of Vince McMahon is when you get called into his office other than that you very rarely have to be afraid of him or worry that he is going to have a go at you etc. However I decide against it figuring that she isn't going to listen to me or rather she is and yet at the same time she is still going to continue to call Vince Mr. McMahon an if Vince doesn't have a problem with it then neither do I.

As I sit where I am looking at Mickie dressed as me I decide to talk to her about something much more important and much more personal than the way she addresses our boss.

However despite having decided to talk to her about this important and personal subject I don't know how exacterly to ask her what I want to ask her and so I do my best to try and think of a way of leading us into me asking her and as I am looking at her I suddenly get an idea.

"You know it's a pity you're not going to be dressing up like me anymore."

I say causing Mickie to turn her attention from the locker room door to me.

"An why is that?"

She asks me with a small smirk on her face.

"Because you look very sexy in that outfit."

I say smiling an ear to ear smile at her.

"Egomaniac."

Mickie says smiling back at me her way of letting me know that she is joking or rather teasing me as she turns her head to face the door again.

"No I'm serious."

I tell her honestly causing her to turn her attention back to me.

"You look very..........hot and very..........very....... dominant."

I add.

"Dominant?"

Mickie asks me with a frown.

"Is that how you see yourself?"

She then asks me.

I slowly turn my head away and hang it able to tell that this is not going the way I hoped and figuring that there is no alternative but to simply come right out and say it.

An so I take a deep breath feeling as nervous as I did the night I seduced the woman sitting next to me into my bed which ironically or rather in a strange way was the same night I lost the title to her Wrestlemania night. 

After taking the deep breath I slowly lift my head and turn it back around to face Mickie who is still looking at me although now her expression is one of concern.

"Trish are you ok?"

She asks me almost as if she can tell I'm nervous and worried.

"A bit nervous."

I say doing my best to laugh while at the same time biting my lower lip.

"Why?"

Mickie asks me looking even more worried and concerned.

"Because I have something I want to ask you and..........and I'm worried and nervous as to how your going to react."

I tell her.

I then feel Mickie reach across with her left hand and take my right hand in her's which causes me to look down at our now joined hands.

"You don't have to be nervous or worried around me."

Mickie says which causes me to lift my head and look her in the eyes once again.

"Whatever it is you want to tell me or rather ask me you can ask me. You know that."

She adds.

I smile an ear to ear smile remembering her saying the same thing the night I confessed my feelings for her.

"Ok."

I say deciding to go for broke and just come right on out and say it.

"Ok."

I say again taking a deep breath.

"We've been together now for three weeks."

I say figuring that this is a good way to start us off.

"An we've had a lot of fun together both clean and dirty fun."

I continue on which causes Mickie to smile a rather embarrassed type of smile.

"A lot of the stuff we have done I didn't think I would ever do with anybody..........However there is one thing that we haven't done which..........if your willing. I would like us to do tonight."

I say feeling more and more nervous the closer I get to asking her.

"If you don't want to do it that's fine I won't force you and I won't be upset or anything if you refuse."

I say wanting to make it clear to Mickie that she doesn't have to do this just to please or satisfy me.

"It's just that..........ever since the first time we made love."

I say wishing that I would stop beating around the bush and just come right out and say it.

"I've wanted us to do this and yet I've been afraid to ask because."

I then feel Mickie's hand let go of my hand and feel it move some of my hair back behind my ear.

"What is it your trying to say Trish?"

She asks looking me dead in the eye as she asks this.

I swallow hard.

"Could you top me tonight?"

I ask her finally getting the words out and despite wanting to close my eyes for fear of her answer I keep them open and keep them locked with Mickie's feeling the need as well as the desire to see her response and not just hear it.

Mickie's expression goes from one of loving and understanding to one of shock which makes me want to close my eyes even more however somehow I stop myself from doing that and keep them locked with her's waiting for her answer.

"Are you serious?"

She asks me.

I slowly nod my head swallowing hard as I do so.

After a minute or two of her simply staring at me Mickie's expression goes from one of shock to one of happiness. She then smiles arguably the biggest smile I have ever seen on her face.

"Trish."

She says her voice or rather her tone dripping with love.

"I would love to top you tonight."

She adds.

I swallow hard and slowly exhale the breath that I didn't even realise I was holding until just now as I slowly smile an ear to ear smile back at her.

"Really?"

I ask her feeling the need to be reassured that this is what she really wants.

"Really really."

Mickie says.

I take another deep breath this time it isn't one of nervousness it's one of relief.

I then hear Mickie giggle.

"You where really worried I was going to say no weren't you?"

She asks looking at me rather surprised.

I shrug my shoulders.

"You told me the first night we made love you like being on the bottom."

I say remembering her telling me that quite clearly.

"Yes."

Mickie says with a nod.

"However what I didn't tell you was that I have always wondered what it would be like to top somebody and ever since the first night we made love I've since then be curious what it would be like to top you."

She then adds.

I smile an ear to ear smile able to feel myself starting to get turned on by Mickie's very words due to me having wondered the same thing ever since I started having fantasies etc about her.

"Well."

I say getting to my feet and turning around to face her.

"After tonight you won't have to wonder will you?"

I ask her and say at the same time.

"However before we get to the main event of the evening."

I say having always used wrestling terminology ever since I first got into the business.

"What are we going to do on the lead up to the main event?"

I ask her meaning what are we going to do before we go back to our hotel room and make love.

Mickie's POV

It's all I can do not to happily skip on my way back to the women's locker room after just finishing my segment of RAW. The segment went well, but that's not why I'm so happy. I'm happy because I'm about to see her again. Ok so she was in the same segment as me but being with her out there as an on-screen enemy is very different to what goes on behind the scenes with us.

The truth is we've been secretly dating for a few weeks now, although we're trying to keep it quiet so we don't ruin our on-screen rivalry, and possibly our careers, by 'coming out' as they say. Which means I've got to try my damnedest not to look so happy but it's so hard. I was secretly in love with her for so long and now we're finally together I feel like I'm constantly on cloud nine.

Come on girl, concentrate, think about the segment. I think it came off great. We were able to tell the story while making my character seem even crazier than before. I love being the wacky character, it's so fun. In that segment for example one minute I'm rushing in to save her on-screen ex-boyfriend because I'm dressed like her and I think I'm her, the next I'm knocking his head off because he cheated on me with Mickie James.

I chuckle quietly to myself as I reach the women's locker room. I don't want to burst in there when other people are naked so I quietly knock on the door and wait for a reply. Being a bisexual woman I have no problem with seeing other girls naked, obviously, but I can't help be concerned what the other divas will think if, and possibly when, they find out that I've been dating one of them. Obviously I've seen them all naked by now but why add to the awkwardness.

Anyway when I hear no reply I quietly opened the door and poke my head inside.

I smile when I see the woman I love with her head in the clouds. I have to say she looks really, really good dressed like that......... not that I'm an egomaniac or anything.

She hasn't seen me so I decide to make an entrance. Quietly opening the door all the way I stand there with my best 'Wonder Woman' impression and made my presence known.

"You done well out there Mickie." I said, desperately trying not to break out into laughter.

We've done this joke to death for the past few weeks and yet we still find it funny.

"You didn't do too bad yourself......... Trish." she said, smiling widely.

I return the smile and close the door behind me. Unable to contain my excitement of seeing her again I run to her and practically jump into her arms. She holds me tight and I know I'm back where I belong. I've never felt more safe or more loved than when I'm in her arms but as they say all good things must come to an end and eventually she breaks the hug and we sit down together on the bench.

"How's Jack?" she asks.

"Unconscious thanks to me stealing your Mick-Kick." I said, smiling again.

"Don't you mean your Chick-Kick." she said, causing me to burst out laughing.

"Ok," I said, calming myself down, "Joke over."

"Ok then," Trish said before adding, "Mickie."

I burst out laughing again.

"Why do you always do that?" I said.

"Because it always makes you wet yourself." she said.

"It does not make me wet myself." I say in a defensive tone of voice, "Although I have come close once or twice."

"Do you think the fans enjoyed our segment?" she asked.

"I hope so." I said still smiling ear to ear, "They certainly seemed to enjoy your jokes having got me a Jack in the box and having your hands tied while at the same time Jack had his tired too."


From The Top To The Bottom



She laughs then there's a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Trish says as we both look towards the door.

"It's your boss." said the voice of Mr McMahon, "Are you decent?"

"Yeah Vince come on in." Trish said.

Mr McMahon walks in and closes the door behind him.

"Mickie, Trish, I'm glad you're both here." he said walking towards us.

"What's up?" Trish asked him.

"Nothing I just wanted to tell you what a great segment you girls put on out there." Mr McMahon said.

"Thanks Vince." Trish said, nudging me.

"Thank you Mr McMahon." I said in response.

I know Trish wants me to call him Vince and think of him more of as a friend than a boss but I find it impossible. Mr McMahon reminds me too much of one of my old school teachers. And it's easy for her anyway seeing as she's his star pupil. Of course in this analogy I'm the evil new student who seduced his star pupil into a sinful lesbian relationship when in reality it was very much his star pupil who seduced me but if he ever finds out who is he likely to expel, his star pupil or the evil new lesbian student.

"I also wanted to let you know what we have planned for next week." Mr McMahon said, awaking me from my thoughts, which is just as well because normally when I envision myself and Trish dressed as schoolgirls naughty things start happening in my head, "Trish we're going to have you continue to be Mickie for one more week after next Monday we want you to go back to your blonde hair colour before Backlash if you don't mind."

"Sure." Trish said in response.

"As for you Mickie," Mr McMahon said, "we want you to go back to being Mickie James. Which means we want you to go back to wearing your own outfits and before next Monday we want you to dye your hair back to the way it was."

Well, this whole thing was fun while it lasted but I kind of miss being me so I don't have a problem with going back to the way things were. Of course I would do just about anything for this business, especially if it means staying on top of the women's division with the woman I love.

"Alright." I said, trying not to sound too much like a student addressing her teacher.

"As for what we're going to have you guys do next week. You'll just have to turn up to see." Mr McMahon said with a smirk. "I have to get back to the Gorilla position." 

"We understand." Trish said.

"Have a good evening ladies." Mr McMahon said before leaving and closing the door behind him.

After he left we sat there in silence for a few moments before she turned to me and said, "You know it's a pity you're not going to be dressing up like me anymore."

I turned my attention from the locker room door to her and with a small smirk asked, "An why is that?"

"Because you look very sexy in that outfit." she said, smiling an ear to ear smile.

"Egomaniac." I said but smiled at her in a way of letting her know that I'm joking.

"No I'm serious." she said, "You look very.......... hot and very.......... very....... dominant."

"Dominant?" I asked with a frown, "Is that how you see yourself?"

I'm really not sure where she's going with this and I'm starting to get worried. I become even more worried when she sighs and lowers her head. I haven't seen her this nervous since before she seduced me into her bed.

"Trish are you ok?" I ask, voicing my concern.

She takes a deep breath and looks at me again.

"A bit nervous." she said with this obviously fake laugh while at the same time biting her lower lip.

"Why?" I asked even more worried and concerned.

"Because I have something I want to ask you and.......... and I'm worried and nervous as to how your going to react." she said.

I smile weakly and reach across with my left hand and take her right hand in mine which causes her to look down at our now joined hands.

"You don't have to be nervous or worried around me." I said as she lifted her head and looked me in the eyes once again, "Whatever it is you want to tell me or rather ask me you can ask me. You know that."

It's exactly the same thing I said to her just before she confessed her feelings for me. It was true then and it is true now.

"Ok........ ok......... we've been together now for three weeks.......... an we've had a lot of fun together both clean and dirty fun." she said, which caused me to smile embarrassingly as particularly all the dirty things run through my head, "A lot of the stuff we have done I didn't think I would ever do with anybody.......... However there is one thing that we haven't done which.......... if your willing.......... I would like us to do tonight.......... If you don't want to do it that's fine I won't force you and I won't be upset or anything if you refuse.......... It's just that.......... ever since the first time we made love.......... I've wanted us to do this and yet I've been afraid to ask because.........."

Trish is normally so confident that it actually really bothers me to see her like this, especially when she should know by now that there's nothing she can say that will offend me. Wanting to comfort her I let go of her hand and use it to move some of her hair back behind her ear and look her dead in the eye.

"What is it your trying to say Trish?" I ask, trying to prepare myself for anything.

Trish swallows hard and finally said, "Could you top me tonight?"

I'm shocked. I couldn't believe my ears. I kept replaying what she just said over and over in my mind.......... checking to see if I'm mistaken.......... but no I heard her right.......... Trish wants me to top her.......... oh my god Trish wants me to top her.......... 

Needing to be 100% sure I ask her, "Are you serious?"

She slowly nods her head, swallowing loudly.

I desperately tried to process this.

Before Trish I had only went all the way with one girl before. We dated for a couple of months but ultimately we just realised our relationship was really all about sex and because that's not a healthy relationship we ended it. Anyway, during our many, many sex sessions she was always the one in control, always the one on top as it were. I found out on the Internet that technically this makes me a bottom, someone who allows the other person to take the lead.

So when Trish and I got together and she asked me whether I was a top or a bottom I told her that I preferred being on the bottom. At that point her eyes lighted up like a kid in a candy store and before I knew it I was her little bottom.......... her little toy.......... her little bitch.......... a lot of 'her little's' which is kind of unfair considering she's only a little taller than I am.

Anyway, I've allowed Trish to do some really kinky things to me and I've loved every minute of it. But.......... I've always wondered.......... what would it be like to be on top.......... what would it be like to top Trish.......... 

The very thought of it causes my body to tingle with excitement and now Trish is offering me the chance to do exactly that, to top her, to dominate her like she's dominated me since day one.

I'm so full of happiness that she's giving me this opportunity that I think I smiled the biggest smile in the history of all smiles.

"Trish." I said, my voice dripping with love for her, "I would love to top you tonight."

She swallows hard and slowly exhales.

"Really?" Trish asked, as if she can't quite believe her own ears.

"Really really." I said, my face still beaming. I hear her breathe deeply again and I can't help but giggle, "You where really worried I was going to say no weren't you?"

Trish shrugged her shoulders and said, "You told me the first night we made love you like being on the bottom."

"Yes." I said with a nod, "However what I didn't tell you was that I have always wondered what it would be like to top somebody and ever since the first night we made love I've since then be curious what it would be like to top you."

"Well." she said smiling before getting to her feet and turning around to face me. "After tonight you won't have to wonder will you? However before we get to the main event of the evening. What are we going to do on the lead up to the main event?"

I can't help smiling at myself. It's just so typical of Trish to be using wrestling terminologys to describe one of our nights together. Oh well.......... 

Standing up I give her a predatory look up and down, the kind she always gives me before she plans out our evenings together and said, "How about I take you out somewhere?"

When Trish said can you top me tonight I know she meant in the bedroom, but the thing is Trish is such a top in regular life I can't help feel that maybe what she really wants is a whole night of being a bottom and not just being the bottom in the main event as she so eloquently put it.

The look on her face I can tell she wasn't expecting this but she smiled and said, "Ok."

"I'll choose the place." I said in a no-nonsense tone of voice which I didn't even know I had before she gets the chance to say anything else.

When were out normally Trish chooses where we go, what we do, and how long will be doing it for. But tonight I'm determined that the only person making the decisions around here is going to be me.

Trish nods her head in reply and I think she's surprised how quickly we seem to have switched roles. I'm surprised to but I don't show it.

I smile at her, "Let's go."

I pick up my gym bag and head towards the door. Before I'm even halfway there she said, "Erm.......... Mickie.......... I don't think we should go out like this.........."

I turn around and look at her. She looks like the woman I fell in love with Trish Stratus.......... but she sounds nothing like her.......... and she's acting nothing like her.......... 

The Trish Stratus I know has a firm, confident voice and stands with her head up high.......... this Trish Stratus had a meek and quiet voice and she's standing there like a naughty schoolgirl who's just been caught red-handed.

I'm convinced she's putting it on to get into the mind set of being the bottom, and it's turning me on more than I would ever thought possible.

"And why shouldn't we go like this." I said, with my hands on my hips and doing my very best non-comic impression of one of my old teachers.

"Well.......... " she said hesitantly, ".......... Someone might see us and wonder why we're still in costume.........."

"Oh don't worry, if anyone asks we'll just tell them it's our last time both dressed up so we thought we'd go out and celebrate." I said smiling mischievously, holding out my hand to her, "And then we can say we decided to stay just as we are for a bit of fun."

She opens her mouth as if about to protest again but she doesn't. Instead she just grabs her bag and takes my hand so I can slowly lead her out of the building.

I'm honestly surprised no one stopped to ask us where we were going on why we were dressed like this. Normally it's frowned upon for any performer to leave before the show is over, and I had a long explanation ready but no one asked. Hell, they barely even looked at us.

When we reached our rental car we break apart so we can put our bags in the boot. Then Trish, as usual, made her way over to the drivers seat.

"What do you think you're doing?"

".......... I'm driving.........." she said.

She always drives, but not tonight.

"Not tonight you're not," I said firmly, holding my hand out, "Give me the keys."

It is clear from my tone of voice that I am telling her, not asking her. There's a moment's pause between us and I begin to wonder if I've gone too far but then Trish hands me the keys and meekly walks round to the passenger side.

I can't help smiling as I get in to the car and start driving us to our destination. Even though it's a very simple thing, her letting me drive, I feel incredibly powerful because for the first time I'm the one quite literally in the drivers seat.

The drive to the restaurant is silent. It's a very comfortable silence that comes from being totally at piece with one another.

I take her to the most expensive restaurant that I know of in this town and I even borrow a trick from her, slipping the waiter a 50 to take us to the best seat that's away from the main crowd as it were.

When we reached our seats I did the 'gentlemanly' thing of pulling out her chair for her so that she could sit down. This wasn't something Trish did for me but I decided to go above and beyond which she seemed to appreciate.

Sitting down I call the waiter over, "Myself and the lady will have the most expensive thing on the menu."

"Certainly miss," the waiter said, "Anything else?"

I thought about it for a minute, "Yes, and your finest champagne."

"Very well," the waiter said.

"I can't believe you remembered." Trish said when he had left.

I smile back warmly at her and put my hand over hers.

On one of our long car trips together Trish told me that every town has at least one restaurant/club which caters exclusively to the rich and famous and are used to being discreet. Even though this conversation took place before we got together I remember every word of it. I know she didn't think I was really listening but the truth was I was trying to make it look like I wasn't hanging off her every word. It was incredibly hard to pretend I wasn't in love with her and now I'm just glad that I don't have to pretend any more.

Anyway, I remember that this was one of her very favourite places and she loved the food here so here we are.

We sat there in silence waiting for our food. There are so many questions rushing through my head but I'm not sure whether this is the time or the place. The section we're in is pretty empty and this place is supposed to be well-known for being discreet so I decided to risk it.

".......... Trish." I begin.

"Yes Mickie." she says.

".......... How long have you wanted me to top you?" I asked.

Trish sighed and looked down, ".......... I don't know.......... probably.......... shortly after I met you.........."

This answer quite frankly shocks me. I don't really have a dominating personality, anything but really, and I'm still having trouble believing that someone like Trish would really want to be toped.

".......... Why?" I ask, unable to think of anything better.

She sighs again, ".......... It's kind of a long story."

"We've got time.........." I said, before realising I might be putting some unnecessary pressure on her, ".......... but if you don't want to talk about it you don't have too."

Trish looked up and smiled at me, "It's ok.......... I don't mind talking about it.......... it's just.......... it involves an ex-lover.......... an ex-girlfriend.......... an ex-girlfriend that once upon a time I loved very much. I'm over her now but at one point I never thought I would be.......... until I met you.........."

I return her smile, "Trish, I already told you, you can tell me anything."

"I know," Trish said, taking another deep breath, "I wasn't always a top.......... when I first started exploring my sexuality I was very much a bottom.......... and when I came here I fell in love with someone who was very much a top.........."

She trailed off and looked at me as if she's asking if she should continue.

"Who?" I asked.

".......... Amy.........." Trish said quietly, as if she was feeling guilty or something.

I try and seem surprise but I'm not sure I pull it off. The truth is I've seen them in the locker room together and although they are always nice enough to each other there's always this tension between them. I had always wondered if there had been something between them but whenever I asked Trish about it she always change the subject, although she might as well just have said yes myself and Amy Dumas used to have passionate monkey sex.......... what of it?

After a lengthy pause as if she's waiting for that information to properly sink in she continues.

"When we first got together we were very passionate.......... I did things with Amy that I never really imagined myself doing.......... a lot of them I've done to you.......... " Trish said slowly, as if she was looking to find the right words, ".......... as I said before I was a bottom.......... and at the beginning with Amy she was very much a top.......... but as time went on and I grew more confident with my abilities in the ring I started to top her until eventually I was always the top and she was always the bottom.......... and then.......... Edge.........." She said, trailing off again, this time looking like she was trying to repress some bad memories, when he and Amy got together everything changed.......... with Matt we had an understanding.......... I was her girlfriend.......... he was her boyfriend.......... and sure it killed me to see her with anyone else but I was so in love with her I was willing to allow her to keep her boyfriend if it meant I could be with her.......... but then she got with Edge and he didn't like the idea of his girl being a part-time muff diver so he made her choose.......... and.......... and she broke my heart.........."

When she trailed off this time I could see the sadness in her eyes. Squeezing her hand tightly I said, "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want too."

"I'm not finished." Trish said, sounding like her old self for the first time tonight, "When Amy left me she broke my heart.......... she broke a part of me.......... but then you came along and fixed me.......... I was broken and you fixed me.........." she said smiling warmly, ".......... before I met you I was physically and emotionally drained.......... but you were just so full of life.......... you gave me a reason to get up in the morning and be happy about my job and myself for the first time in a long time.......... before we even got together you were bringing some much-needed happiness into my life and now we're together I feel like I'm on cloud nine.........."

Trish stopped talking again and we just looked into each other's eyes. I want to kiss her so bad right now but there are too many people around and I'm taking a risk by just holding her hand.

Words could not really do justice to just how much I love this woman but I decide to make an attempt.

"Trish.......... I.........." I stoped to lightly swallow before continuing, ".......... when I met you I was hoping you'd be a bitch.........."

"What?" Trish asked.

"It's just that.........." I said, desperately trying to explain what I meant, "I watched you since you first came into the WWE.......... and I watched as you became such an awesome wrestler.......... and I couldn't help having a little bit of a.......... crush on you.......... so when I met you I was hoping you'd be a bitch.......... because then I could get over you.......... but you were so God damn nice that my crush only got worse. At this point I looked her in the eye again, "And when we finally got together it was so beyond wonderful.......... and I just want you to know.......... that I would do anything for you Trish Stratus.......... anything.......... I've never been a top before.......... but I so desperately want to do this right.......... I so desperately want to please you.........."

"You're doing a good job so far." she said smiling.

I smiled back, "I'm glad.......... but I just want to know.......... is there anything you don't want me to do? And is there anything you want me to do?"

Trish bit her lip, "Well.......... there was something I never did with Amy.......... that I have never done with anyone.......... that I was wondering if I could do with you.........."

"Name it." I said simply, "There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you."

Trish smiled again and took a deep breath, "Ok.......... there was one thing Amy always wanted to do to me which I never let her do.......... something which I've never let anyone do.......... and I was just wondering.......... not that you have to or anything.......... I mean I won't force you.........."




From The Top To The Bottom



"What is it." I said firmly, trying to stop her from rambling.

"Well.........." Trish said hesitantly, ".......... I've never been taken.......... up the butt before and I was wondering if you could take my anal virginity?"

For the second time that night I had become almost catatonic with shock. Once again I can't believe my ears.

Before I got together with Trish I was very much an anal virgin. I had never even seriously thought about taking it up the butt before, but then Trish introduced a strap on into our lovemaking and before I knew it I was on my hands and knees with an ass full of dildo. I couldn't believe how hard I came the first night she fucked my ass and ever since then Trish has been practically obsessed with my butt. Hell since then I haven't gone 24-hours with out a serious butt fucking.

The very idea of me being the one to get to fuck her butt has me practically creaming my panties.

I lean in and whisper huskily, "You want me to fuck your ass?"

Biting her lip Trish nods her head as if she's suddenly unable to speak.

"You want me to take your anal virginity?"

Trish nods her head again.

"You want me to use the strap on?"

Another nod.

"You want me to use it in every hole?"

This time Trish leans in to me, "Tonight Mickie.......... I want you to do anything you want to me."

My mind fills with so many wonderful and wicked things that I could do to her tonight but just then the food arrives.

"Dinner is served ladies." said the waiter.

We had a wonderful meal before we drove back to the hotel together, in silence again but this time with her leaning into my shoulder and my arm wrapped round her. We had done this so many times before but it was always me snuggled up next to her and I had to admit it was somewhat of a thrill to feel her in my arms for a change.

Trish's POV

Mickie stands up and looks me up and down like a female lioness staring or rather watching her prey I've never seen Mickie give me a look like this it doesn't frighten me even though it does send a wave down my spine but it's a good kind a wave because the look she gives me kinda turns me on having never had anybody look at me the way Mickie is right now.

"Maybe I should let her top me more often."

My brain says.

"How about I take you out somewhere?" 

Mickie says causing me to re-focus my thoughts on her.

"She wants to take me out?"

My brain asks.

"Normally it's me taking her out."

It then says.

While one half of my brain is trying to get over the shock of what Mickie has just said another part of my brain says.

"Just go with it."

An I decide to listen to this part of my brain.

"Ok." 

I say with a smile.

"I'll choose the place." 

Mickie then says in a matter of fact type of voice.

"Christ she's really getting into this being a top."

My brain then says.

"I like it."

I mentally tell my brain.

I nod my head to let Mickie know that I'm happy with her choosing the place.

Mickie smiles at me which causes me to smile back.

"Let's go." 

Mickie says and with that she picks up her gym bag and heads towards the door.

"Erm..........Mickie."

I say trying to get her attention.

"I don't think we should go out like this." 

I add causing her to turn around and look at me.

I do my best to play the role of the bottom it's a tad hard to get used to and yet at the same time it's not that hard surprisingly even though I'm used to being the top not just in the bedroom but in life as well.

"An why shouldn't we go like this." 

Mickie asks with her hands on her hips doing a very good impersonation of an angry school mistress.

"Well.........." 

I say pausing intentionally.

"Someone might see us and wonder why we're still in costume."

I tell her.

"Oh don't worry, if anyone asks we'll just tell them it's our last time both dressed up so we thought we'd go out and celebrate." 

Mickie tells me smiling a rather mischievous smile as she reaches out her hand towards me. 

"An then we can say we decided to stay just as we are for a bit of fun." 

She adds.

I go to say something but then stop figuring that whoever stops us might think that our plan is a bit weird and yet at the same time they might just buy it and besides it kinda fits with the order of the evening taking into consideration Mickie is normally the bottom and I am normally the top and since I'm dressed like Mickie it only makes sense that I should be the bottom and since Mickie is dressed like me she should be the top.

"Weird coincidence."

My brain says.

I turn around pick up my bag from the floor turn back around to face Mickie take her hand and allow her to lead me out of the building on our way out we are not stopped by anybody at all which surprises me due to the fact that leaving the arena still in character or costume rather is not allowed and yet somehow tonight we've managed to pull it off.

When we reach the rental car we came to the arena in we put our gym bags in the boot and I instinctively head for the driver's side door.

"What do you think you're doing?" 

Mickie asks me causing me to stop halfway to the door turn and look at her.

"I'm driving."

I tell her only then realising that tonight she's the one in control and therefore she tells me what I am doing. 

"Not tonight you're not," 

Mickie tells me again in a matter of factly type of voice as she holds out her hand.

"Give me the keys." 

She adds making it clear from her tone that she is not asking me for them she is demanding them from me.

I look at Mickie wanting to smile as my brain says.

"I think somebody is enjoying this power trip a little too much."

My brain says.

I manage to stop myself from smiling not wanting to ruin this as I hand her the keys and walk around to the front passenger side of the car the way a small child would walk away from a parent that has just told them off for doing something naughty. 

"I think I'm enjoying this loss of power trip a little too much."

I mentally say to myself unable to believe how quickly and easily I slip back into my former role as a bottom having been a bottom before just not in a long time and not to Mickie.

Mickie drives us from the arena to wherever it is she is taking me to dinner. I'm used to normally knowing where we're going however I have to admit the thought or rather the fact that I have no idea where we're going makes a nice change.

We eventually arrive at a restaurant and not just any restaurant but my favourite restaurant in town. 

Neither of us having said a word which isn't a bad thing in point of fact it was quiet nice it shows how relaxed both me and Mickie are in one and other's company.

We go into the restaurant and Mickie walks up to the head waiter and much to my amazement steals a trick that I normally use. She slips the waiter a 50 and whispers something into his ear. The waiter nods his head and then leads us to a two seater table which is away from pretty much everybody else who is eating.

When we reach our seats Mickie walks over to one of the two chairs and pulls it away from the table and looks at me as if to say or rather tell me to sit down and so I walk up to the chair that she is holding for me and sit down. I'm rather surprised she has done this for me due to me having never done this for her.

"Just shows you that she has better manners than you do."

My brain tells me.

I take the mental hint and make a note in my brain from now on to always pull out a seat for Mickie before I sit down.

Mickie sits down opposite me and then signals for the waiter who comes over to our table.

"Myself and the lady will have the most expensive thing on the menu." 

She says in a very posh almost snobby type of voice.

"Certainly miss," 

The waiter says. 

"Anything else?" 

He then asks.

I watch Mickie as she looks at me and I can tell from the look on her face that she is thinking about the question that the waiter has just asked her.

"Yes your finest champagne." 

She then tells him.

"Very well," 

The waiter says and with that he leaves us alone. 

"I can't believe you remembered." 

I say to her referring to the fact that she's brought me to my favourite restaurant I can remember telling her about it one time when we where driving from one city to another and she had asked me where is my favourite place to eat in the whole wide world and I told her not just that but she also used my old trick of slipping one of the waiter's a 50 so that me and my girl could have our own private romantic dinner for two..

I sit where I am looking across the table at Mickie unable to believe that she is mine and that I am her's at least I will be later tonight 

"Trish." 

Mickie says suddenly causing me to blink and come out of my thoughts about later tonight.

"Yes Mickie." 

I say doing my best to try and hide the fact that I was just day-dreaming.

"How long have you wanted me to top you?" 

Mickie asks me. 

This is certainly a question I didn't expect as I slowly hang my head and try and think of the best way to answer her question.

"I don't know."

I tell her honestly trying my best to think about her question and my answer.

"Probably..........shortly after I met you." 

I add 

"Why?" 

Mickie asks me after a few minutes of silence.

I take a deep breath a sigh.

"It's kind of a long story." 

I say not sure she wants to hear this more to the point I'm not 100% sure I want to tell her.

"We've got time." 

Mickie says evidently wanting me to tell her and wanting to hear the story.

"But if you don't want to talk about it you don't have too." 

Mickie then says which causes me to lift my head and look at her and smile a small smile.

"It's time you told her."

My brain says to me.

I swallow hard worried that somehow what I am about to tell her will ruin this evening.

"It's ok."

I say taking another deep breath.

"I don't mind talking about it..........it's just..........it involves an ex-lover. An ex-girlfriend..........an ex-girlfriend that once upon a time I loved very much."

I continue on wishing I hadn't said that I loved her due and yet feeling the need to be completely honest with Mickie.

"I'm over her now but at one point I never thought I would be..........until I met you."

I say looking at Mickie and smiling at her a genuine ear to ear smile meaning every word I have just said and doubting very much Mickie will ever know how much she helped me get over the ex-lover/girlfriend I am about to tell her about. 

Mickie smiles back at me which makes me feel as though I can tell her about it.

"Trish, I already told you, you can tell me anything." 

Mickie says verbally telling me that I can tell her about this ex-girlfriend/lover.

"I know," 

I say taking a deep breath hoping that I am not about to ruin everything.

"I wasn't always a top."

I say deciding to get started with my story.

"When I first started exploring my sexuality I was very much a bottom..........and when I came here I fell in love with someone who was very much a top."

I continue on as I look at Mickie wondering if I should continue.

"Who?" 

Mickie asks me evidently wanting me to continue.

"Amy." 

I say looking at Mickie to see her reaction.

I can tell she isn't surprised although she's doing her best to look it. I can't say I blame her for not being surprised there was a time me and Amy better known as Lita where as close as could be even before we got together we where as thick as thieves always together weather it be in the women's locker room or wherever.

I can remember Mickie sometimes asking me what the deal was between me and Amy due to the fact we went from being as thick as thieves and always being together to not being able to look at one and other and whenever I saw her if I could I would leave the room especially if I saw her with her boyfriend Edge.

I decide to move on with my story not liking the silence between me and Mickie.

"When we first got together we were very passionate..........I did things with Amy that I never really imagined myself doing..........a lot of them I've done to you." 

I say wishing that I hadn't said that last part about me doing what I done with Amy with Mickie due to the fact I don't want Mickie to feel like she is a replacement or anything for Amy because she isn't however I decide to carry on and see how Mickie takes what I have said once I have said it.

"As I said before I was a bottom..........and at the beginning with Amy she was very much a top..........but as time went on and I grew more confident with my abilities in the ring I started to top her until eventually I was always the top and she was always the bottom..........and then..........Edge." 

I pause trying to control my still very raw anger towards the now nicknamed Rated-R Superstar and trying to remind myself that this is in the past which it is and that I am over it which I am. 

"When he and Amy got together everything changed."

I say forcing myself to continue on.

"With Matt we had an understanding..........I was her girlfriend..........he was her boyfriend..........and sure it killed me to see her with anyone else but I was so in love with her I was willing to allow her to keep her boyfriend if it meant I could be with her."

I say smiling a small smile on the inside due to me knowing one difference between Amy and Mickie even though there are a lot of difference between them this is arguably the biggest and that is that I may have been willing to share Amy but if anybody asked if I could share Mickie with them I'd kill them.

"But then she got with Edge and he didn't like the idea of his girl being a part-time muff diver so he made her choose."

I say getting the worst part of this story over with as quickly as possible.

"And..........and she broke my heart." 

I say finally having never actually admitted it to myself at least not aloud or verbally but now that I have I feel better.

I feel Mickie's hand give mine a squeeze which causes me to look across at her.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want too." 

She says.

Part of me feels like taking her offer for me to stop talking about this and yet another part of me feels as though I owe it to her to tell her everything.

"I'm not finished." 

I say matter of factly forcing myself to go on until I have gotten everything off of my chest.

"When Amy left me she broke my heart..........she broke a part of me."

I continue on.

"But then you came along and fixed me..........I was broken and you fixed me."

I say smiling at her with all the move I am able to show.

"Before I met you I was physically and emotionally drained..........but you were just so full of life..........you gave me a reason to get up in the morning and be happy about my job and myself for the first time in a long time."

I say having wanted to tell her this part of how she helped me for a long time and yet not being able to due to the fact that I would have had to tell her the bad stuff first.

"Before we even got together you were bringing some much-needed happiness into my life and now we're together I feel like I'm on cloud nine."

I say finishing off my story as I look into Mickie's eyes wanting to walk around to her side of the table and hug her to death as a way of saying thank you however I manage to stop myself from doing that figuring I can show her how grateful to her I am by being the best dam bottom she's ever had.

"Trish..........I" 

Mickie stops suddenly and this causes me to worry that me telling her how I really feel has frightened her even though I know she feels the same way..........at least I hope she does.

"When I met you I was hoping you'd be a bitch."

Mickie then says. 

"What?" 

I ask her unable to believe what she has just said.

"It's just that..........I watched you since you first came into the WWE..........and I watched as you became such an awesome wrestler..........and I couldn't help having a little bit of a..........crush on you."

Mickie says which causes me to smile a small smile wanting to tell her that I had had a crush on her ever since the first day I met her however I keep quiet feeling that I have said enough for the time being and it's Mickie's turn to talk now.

"So when I met you."

Mickie says continuing on.

"I was hoping you'd be a bitch..........because then I could get over you..........but you were so God damn nice that my crush only got worse." 

Mickie says looking me in the eye as she says this.

"An when we finally got together it was so beyond wonderful..........and I just want you to know..........that I would do anything for you Trish Stratus..........anything..........I've never been a top before..........but I so desperately want to do this right..........I so desperately want to please you." 

I take a deep breath wanting to please her just as much as she wants to please me.

"You're doing a good job so far." 

I say not trying to make light of the situation or what she just said but simply saying that because it was the only thing I could say.

Mickie smiles at me.

"I'm glad..........but I just want to know..........is there anything you don't want me to do? And is there anything you want me to do?" 

Mickie asks me.

I look at Mickie as I bite my bottom lip feeling nervous about asking her this and yet feeling the need as well as the desire or rather the want to ask her this.

"Well."

I say taking a deep breath.

"There was something I never did with Amy..........that I have never done with anyone..........that I was wondering if I could do with you."

I say having never really thought about it before and yet now that this situation has come up I can't help but want to do this.

"Name it." 

Mickie says.

"There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." 

She adds.

I smile an ear to ear smile knowing that what she has just said is true and I feel the same way back.

"Ok."

I say taking yet another deep breath.

"There was one thing Amy always wanted to do to me which I never let her do..........something which I've never let anyone do..........and I was just wondering..........not that you have to or anything..........I mean I won't force you.........."

"What is it?" 

Mickie asks interrupting me and stopping me from rambling which I have a habit of doing when I'm nervous.

"Well." 

I say nervously.

"I've never been taken..........up the butt before and I was wondering if you could take my anal virginity?" 

I ask looking at Mickie curiously.

As I wait for her answer I can't help but remember the night I took Mickie's anal virginity she came so hard that night I thought she was going to pass out. Hell I could have cum just by knowing that I was taking her anal virginity ever since then whenever we make love I always ask her if I can fuck her ass due to how much I love doing it to her not just because I'm the first person ever to fuck her ass but also because she has got an amazing ass that I doubt anybody would not want to fuck weather they be a man or woman.

Mickie then leans in towards me

"You want me to fuck your ass?" 

She asks me.

I bite my lip even harder than before as I slowly nod my head.

"You want me to take your anal virginity?" 

Mickie asks.

I again nod my head hoping that she isn't setting me up for a fall.

"You want me to use the strap on?" 

Mickie asks me.

I nod my head again.

"You want me to use it in every hole?" 

Mickie asks.

By this time I've had enough of her teasing and torturing me and so I decide that two can play this game and so I lean in towards her.

"Tonight Mickie..........I want you to do anything you want to me." 

I tell her meaning what I say and loving the dirty nasty thoughts that pop into my head.




From The Top To The Bottom



"Dinner is served ladies." 

The waiter says causing both me and Mickie to sit back in our seats as he puts our dinners down in front of us and we both tuck in staring at each other through the entire meal almost.

Before long we are both back in the car with Mickie driving and me in the front passenger seat going from the restaurant to the hotel once again neither of us is talking we're simply enjoying the silence no doubt she is thinking about the same thing I am and that is what we are going to do when we get to the hotel.

While she is driving I decide to do something that Mickie always does whenever I am driving and that is lean into her shoulder have her wrap her arm around me.

It isn't too longer after this that we arrive at the hotel once Mickie has parked the car we both get out and get our gym bags and head into the hotel and go up to the main desk first and ask for our hotel room keys which we are both given and then we head for the lifts once we reach the lift and after Mickie has pressed the lift call button she turns to look at me and I turn and look at her.

"I guess we're going to your room."

Mickie says sounding almost depressed or rather sad about that.

I simply look at her curiously.

"No we can go to your room."

I say not really minding which room we go to since we are staying on the same floor and are only a few doors down from one and other.

"Yeah but we have to go to your room first."

Mickie then says.

"Why?"

I ask her.

Mickie looks at me as though I've either just grown another head or I'm crazy and part of me feels like telling her that I'm not the crazy one.

"Well that's where the stuff is."

Mickie says raising her eyebrows in a "hinting" type of way.

"No."

I say.

"The stuff is right here."

I add and with that I give my gym bag a couple of taps.

Mickie looks at me and then looks at the gym bag.

"You carry it around with you?"

Mickie then whispers.

At that moment the doors to the lift open.

"Mickie I'm surprised at you."

I say with an ear to ear smile as I lean in and whisper in her ear.

"Don't you remember the divas locker room shower?"

I ask as I walk past her and get into the lift.

Mickie slowly turns around and smiles an ear to ear smile of her own as she get's into the lift with me and leans in near my ear.

"How could I forget."

She whispers before moving away from my ear and pressing our floor number causing the door to close and as we're on our way up to our floor I simply stand where I am and think about that time in the women's locker room shower.

What happened was we had just finished a house show and I had told Mickie not to get changed and that once everybody had gone we would have the showers all to ourselves. I'm pretty sure she knew from me saying that that I had more in mind than just us showering together and she was right because once everybody else had gone we got undressed and I told Mickie to go into the showers and get into the position as if she is just about to be strip searched and then to tell me when she was ready Mickie went into the showers and while she was in there I got my strap on out lubed it up with some KY Jelly which I also had in my gym bag and when I heard Mickie call out to me telling me she was ready I went in and told her to keep her eyes closed I then went up behind her and slide my well lubed fake cock up her ass and proceeded to fuck her for all both she and I where worth loving the sounds of her moans and groans and pleads for me to go faster and harder and deep as they echoed throughout the whole shower hell for all I know they could have echoed throughout the whole arena and I wouldn't have cared I just loved what I was doing.

After a few minutes I turn my attention to Mickie who I can tell is also thinking about that time in the shower she blinks and looks at me evidently coming out of her memories.

"So we're going to my room?"

Mickie asks me with a rather hopeful smile on her face.

"Do you want us to?"

I ask her doing my best to sound as submissive as possible in my own way trying to remind her that tonight she is in charge and therefore she get's to choose where when and how we do it. Mickie nods her head.

"We're going to my room."

She says in a more decision making tone of voice.

I smile an ear to ear smile unable to stop myself from smiling due to the fact that despite having been going out together for the past three almost four weeks we have never whenever we have had sex or made love as I prefer to call it we have never ever done it in Mickie's hotel room.

"A night of first's indeed."

My brain says which causes me to smile even more.

The reason me and Mickie have separate hotel rooms isn't through choice it's simply due to the fact that we have to have them in order to stop anybody from becoming suspicious. We could share a hotel room if we wanted however it's not normal for the top superstars such as me and Mickie to do that hence the reason for the separate hotel rooms.

Hopefully we will eventually be able to tell people and then we won't need the separate hotel rooms anymore but until then we will just have to make do.

Eventually the doors to the lift open and Mickie without saying a word walks out and I follow close behind. Despite the desire for me to hold her hand and have her lead me to her hotel room I remind myself why I can't do that and that is because this is the floor that all the top superstars and divas are staying on and if we we're caught holding hands by one of them it wouldn't be long before Vince and the other McMahon's heard about it.

We arrive at Mickie's hotel room door and Mickie takes her key-card out of her gym bag and uses it to unlock/open the door we both go in with Mickie leading and me following and close the door. Once we are both inside the safety of Mickie's hotel room Mickie takes my hand and leads me across the room over to another door which she opens to reveal that it is her bedroom. She pulls me in and shuts the door I turn around to face her as she drops her gym bag to the floor and then turns her attention to me.

She walks right up to me and for the first time all night I suddenly feel nervous for some reason. Mickie looks me in the eye and I look back at her as I feel her take my gym bag off of my shoulder and tosses it to the floor next to her's.

"We won't be needing that just yet."

She says in a sultry and sexy tone of voice.

She then takes my hand and leads me over to the huge four poster bed and sits down on the bottom of it bring me down with her.

"You nervous?"

Mickie asks me still looking me in the eye.

"Honestly?"

I ask her.

Mickie nods her head.

"Yes."

I tell her.

"Don't worry."

She says as she moves some hair back behind my ear with her hand and begins to run her fingers slowly through my hair.

"I'll take care of you."

She says.

"The way you always take care of me."

She adds as I feel her hand stop at the back of my head and slowly begin to pull me forward towards her despite for some reason feeling the desire to pull back I go with it and slowly ever so ever so slowly her lips press against mine and I almost immediately close my eyes wanting to loose myself in the kiss I push myself further forward pressing my lips firmly against her's.

In response to me pressing myself forward Mickie responds by increase the intensity of our first kiss tonight the kiss is soft and passionate while at the same time demanding as if Mickie is telling me with her lips that she wants me to give her my all and that is exacterly what I try and do as I feel Mickie's tongue run up and down my lower lip and then doing the same to my top lip causing me to open my mouth to her and when our tongues touched I feel the familiar electricity that passes between us as we both increase the intensity of the kiss always being more passionate with one and other than we where the last time we made love.

Mickie breaks the kiss causing me to open my eyes and look at her as we both try and get our breath back and yet at the same time I don't want to get my breath back I want Mickie to keep kissing me like she just did and keep kissing me until I pass out due to oxygen deprivation. 

I watch as Mickie moves towards me this time and kisses me again harder than before As we continue to kiss one and other Mickie moves her hand from the back of my head down to one side of my body she then wraps the other arm around me and slowly and very persuasively she moves us both until we are laying down on our sides on the bed.

I smile an ear to ear smile as we continue to kiss and I feel Mickie roll me over onto my back and she immediately get's on top of me without breaking the kiss.

As our kiss becomes more frantic I run my hands through Mickie's hair which causes her to smile due to her knowing how much I love to run my hands through her hair no matter what colour it is blonde brunette red green blue heck she could have it like Jeff Hardy's all different colours and I wouldn't care just so long as I can run my finger's through it.

After a few more minutes of kissing Mickie breaks the kiss and looks down at me with an expression that causes me to wonder what she is thinking due to her expression being the first one that I can't read.

Mickie suddenly climbs off of me and sits up which causes me to sit up and look at her with worry.

"What's wrong?"

I ask her afraid that I have some how ruined this for her.

"Nothing."

Mickie says with a smile.

"I just want us to move on to the next part of our love making."

She adds.

I look at her curiously.

"Stand up."

She tells me.

I continue to look at her as I slowly get to my feet.

"Good now stand in front of me."

Mickie says.

I do as I am told wondering what on Earth Mickie is playing at due to us having never done this before and yet deep down enjoying how she is giving me orders and I am following them.

"Now."

Mickie says causing me to return my focus to her.

"Strip."

She tells me.

I look at her for a second having never had her strip for me I then see Mickie raise an eyebrow evidently waiting for me to do as she has said and so I bend over and go to undo my shoes.

"Shoes and socks last."

Mickie says which causes me to stand up straight and look at her.

I decide to take my top off first which is what I do.

"Slowly."

Mickie says causing me to remove it slower than I started to.

"Where do you want me to put it?"

I ask her once I have taken my top off.

"Just toss it to the floor."

Mickie says in a dismissive tone of voice.

Instead of tossing it to the floor I toss it at Mickie who catches it and smiles an ear to ear smile.

"I didn't tell you to do that."

She says.

"Sorry."

I say giving her my best sad puppy dog face.

Mickie tosses my top to the floor.

"I'll let you off this once."

She says with an ear to ear smile on her face.

I smile back at her.

"Now your skirt."

She tells me.

I bend down and take my skirt off and kick it away from me before I stand up straight again and look at Mickie waiting for my next instruction unable to believe how turned on am standing here before her in my bra and panties socks and shoes.

"Come here."

Mickie says gesturing me towards her with a single finger.

I walk right up to her.

"Turn around."

Mickie says.

I slowly turn around until I have my back to her I suddenly hear a click and watch as my bra falls down to the ground.

"Turn back around."

Mickie says.

I turn back around to face her.

I then feel Mickie push me backwards a step or two and get's down onto her knee's in front of me I look down at her wondering if she is about to do what I think she is about to do.

Mickie looks up at me and smiles I'm sure she can tell what I am thinking and I hope she is thinking the same thing.

I continue to watch as Mickie reaches up and takes the waist band of my panties into her hands and slowly moves them down my legs until they are at my feet.

"Step out."

Mickie tells me.

I do as she says stepping out of my panties and watch as Mickie tosses them off to the side. Once my panties are gone Mickie undoes my shoes and takes them off of my feet followed by my socks. I watch loving what she is doing and yet at the same time hating it due to me wanting her to focus her attention on another part of my body which is now free for her to do.

Mickie looks back up at me once both my shoes and socks are off and she slowly stands up.

"Undo me."

She says signalling with her eyes to her top. 

I reach for the front of her top and begin to undo it and once it is undo I take the top off of her and toss it to the floor with the rest of the clothes.

"Now I want you to reach around and unhook my bra with both hands."

Mickie says smiling an ear to ear smile.

"I can't believe this woman."

My brain says to me.

"Doesn't she realise the torture she is putting me through. Here I am stark naked and she's half naked and all I want to do is throw her on the bed get down between her legs and eat her out and yet she wants us to go as slow as turtles."

I do my best to ignore my brain as I slowly reach around with both arms and feel for Mickie's bra strap following it around until I come to the part that joins the two sides together and I slowly unhook her bra and remove it from her body letting it drop to the floor once that is done I remove my arms from around her waist.

"Now get on your knee's."

Mickie says.

"How can she be so calm cool and collected?"

My brain asks.

I again do my best to ignore it even though I am going out of my mind with desire wanting to do so much to her and yet she is forcing us to go like my brain said as slow as turtles as I get down onto my knee's.

"Now take off both my bottoms AND my panties."

Mickie says with an ear to ear smile.

"Using your hands for the bottoms and nothing but your teeth for the panties."

She adds.

I look up at her wanting to give her the most evil look imaginable one that really would kill her if looks could kill however in the back of my mind I know I have nobody to blame for this but myself after all I did want her to top me but I didn't think she'd torture me this much.

I slowly reach up to the waistband of her bottoms and take them all the way down her legs untill I reach her shoes which she steps out of I then take her bottoms off and toss them to the side. Once that is done I look back up at her and see her smiling an even bigger smile knowing what I have to do next.

I move my focus from her face to her panties as I move forward and take the waist band in between my teeth and slowly pull it down until it is at her feet and she steps out of them.

"Now stand up."

Mickie says for the first time since we started this "stripping" showing any emotion and the emotion she shows by the tone of her voice is one of pleasure which makes me love and hate her even more as I once again get back up to my feet.

"You did very good Trish. So good in fact I think you deserve a reward."

Mickie says looking directly at me.

"Get onto the bed and lay down on your back."

She tells me as she moves out of my way and I climb onto the bed turn around and lay on my back.

"Close your eyes and spread your legs."

Mickie says.

I take a deep breath now knowing for sure what is about to happen as I close my eyes and spread my legs.

"An keep them closed."

Mickie says once I have done what she tells me.

"If I see one of them open I stop rewarding you."

She adds.

I take a deep breath trying to prepare myself for more torture and pleasure at the same. The torture being Mickie knows how much I love to watch her go down on me while the pleasure is going to be her doing exacterly that.

"I hope I can keep my eyes closed long enough for her to reward me with an orgasm."

My brain says as I wait for Mickie to begin rewarding me.

Mickie's POV 

It doesn't take us too long to get to the hotel. After I parked the car we both get out, get our gym bags and head into the building. We get our room keys at the main desk before heading to the lifts. Once we reach the lift and after I pressed the lift call button I turned to look at Trish and she turns to look at me.

"I guess we're going to your room." I said disappointingly.

Since we got together Trish and I have been getting separate rooms so no one gets suspicious. We're not ready to tell everyone about us yet, but when we do I'm looking forward to officially sharing a hotel room with her. I've been doing it unofficially for three weeks and I'm looking forward to making it official, although I understand why were keeping quiet for now.

Anyway, the reason I'm disappointed is since she seduced me, in her hotel room no less, we've been going to her room and I think in keeping with me being in control tonight we should go to my room, but my room isn't.......... fully equipped.

"No we can go to your room." Trish said.

"Yeah but we have to go to your room first." I said, hoping she gets the hint.

"Why?" Trish asked, completely missing the point.

I gave her a look and raising my eyebrows in a "hinting" type of way said, "Well that's where the 'stuff' is."

"No, the 'stuff' is right here." Trish said giving her gym bag a couple of taps.

I looked at her in amazement and then looked at the gym bag.

"You carry it around with you?" I whispered.

At that moment the doors to the lift open.

"Mickie I'm surprised at you." Trish said with an ear to ear smile as she whispered in my ear, "Don't you remember the divas locker room shower?"

She then left me there to think about it as she walked past me to get into the lift.

I slowly turned around and smiled an ear to ear smile of my own as I got into the lift with Trish and whispered in her ear, "How could I forget."

I then move away from her to press our floor number causing the door to close and as we're on our way up to our floor I simply stand where I am and think about that time in the women's locker room shower.

We had just finished a house show and Trish told me not to get changed and that once everybody had gone we would have the showers all to ourselves. I knew from the way she said it that she had more in mind than just us showering together and I was right because once everybody else had gone we got undressed and she told me to go into the showers and get into the position as if I was just about to be strip searched and then to tell her when I was ready. I went into the showers, got into position and called out to her that I was ready. When Trish came in after me she told me to keep my eyes closed and then moments later I felt her strap on cock pressing up against my ass hole and sliding its way inside.

It had been a week after my anal de-flowering and since then Trish had been butt fucking me every chance she got. Hell, on that day in particular she had already fucked my ass twice and then later that night she pounded my butt again. I certainly didn't mind because I always came really hard whenever she fucked my ass. Although I can't remember what it's like to sit down without feeling a dull throb of pain in my ass which, rather bizarrely, I have come to love because it reminds me of being with her.

Anyway, that night in the showers was particularly hot and I got tremendous pleasure out of the idea that Trish was taking me in such an intimate and naughty way in a public place were we and other divas would shower. If that wasn't enough halfway through Trish turned on the water, which only added to my enjoyment. The memory of our wet bodies smacking together as a glistening wet Trish pounds my ass for all she's worth as I cry out in ecstasy makes me practically cream my panties and I blink a few times to try and awake myself from my dirty, dirty thoughts.




From The Top To The Bottom



I looked over at her and asked hopefully, "So we're going to my room?"

"Do you want us to?" Trish said submissively as I remember that tonight I am the one who's in charge and therefore I'm the one who gets to decide where when and how we do it. 

"We're going to my room." I said in a more commanding tone of voice.

Eventually the doors to the lift open and without saying a word I walk out as Trish follows close behind. I desperately wanted to take her hand in mine and lead her to my hotel room but I can't. I know that many of the other divas, and a few of the superstars for that matter, are staying on this floor and I don't want to explain to them why were holding hands.

We arrive at my hotel room and I take out my key-card for my gym bag and use it to unlock the door. I lead Trish inside and close the door behind us. Once we are both inside the safety of my hotel room I take Trish's hand and lead her across the room over to another door which I open to reveal my bedroom. I pulled Trish in and shut the door. Trish turned around to face me as I droped my gym bag to the floor and then turned my attention to her.

I walked right up to Trish and looked her in the eye.

She seemed nervous and I wanted to take away whatever fears that she may be having about this, but I knew the best way that I could do that was to act like the confident top she always was around me.

Reaching out I took her gym bag off of her shoulder and tossed it to the floor next to mine.

"We won't be needing that just yet." I said in a sultry and sexy tone of voice.

I then took her hand and led her over to the huge four poster bed. I sat down on it, bringing her down with me.

"You nervous?" I asked looking her in the eye.

"Honestly?" she asked.

I nodded my head.

"Yes." she said.

"Don't worry." I said as I moved some of her hair back behind her ear with my hand and began to run my fingers slowly through her hair. "I'll take care of you. The way you always take care of me."

I gently, but firmly, grip her by the back of her head and slowly begin to pull her towards me until my lips are pressing against hers. I can sense she is still a little nervous, but normally when I'm nervous she can calm me down with something so simple as a kiss. It's one of the many reasons I love her so much and I just hope that I can return the favour now.

The kiss is soft and gentle at first but I quickly find myself wanting more and I begin slowly increasing the intensity, trying to tell her with my lips that I want her to give it her all. Luckily Trish gets the message and starts kissing me back with ever-increasing passion, whatever nervousness she seemed to be feeling earlier now completely gone. Testing the water I run my tongue up and down Trish's lower lip and then do the same to her top lip causing her to open her mouth. As soon as her mouth is open I gently slide inside so our tongues can do battle. The second they touched I felt the familiar electricity that passes between us as we both increase the intensity of the kiss always being more passionate with one and other than we where the last time we made love.

Finally I broke the kiss. We stared at each other for a second as we both try and get our breath back and yet at the same time part of me doesn't want to get my breath back. Part of me wants to keep kissing her forever, but then again I have so many things I wanted to do to her tonight and honestly I don't think a kiss, no matter how good it is, is going to satisfy my craving for her tonight. Although kissing is good, for now at least.

Moving towards her I kiss her again harder than before. As we continue to kiss one and other I moved my hand from the back of her head down to one side of her body. I then wrapped the other arm around her and slowly and very persuasively move us both until we are laying down on our sides on the bed. I then rolled her over onto her back and mounted her as gently as I possibly could, the whole time refusing to break the kiss.

As our kiss becomes more frantic Trish runs her hands through my hair which causes me to smile because I know how much she loves to do that.

After a few more minutes of passionate kissing I finally broke the kiss and looked down at her. She's so hot and I just wanted to tear her clothes off right here.......... but then a idea popped into my head.

I have this fantasy about her that I've had since I first saw her and I suddenly realise this might be my only chance to have it come true.

I climbed off of her and sit up.

"What's wrong?" Trish said, obviously worried that she's done something wrong.

"Nothing." I said with a smile, "I just want us to move on to the next part of our love making."

Trish looks like she's about to ask me a question, but she said she wanted me to top her tonight and I know when she really want something and she's in one of her more dominant moods she wouldn't ask me to do something, she would tell me to do something no questions asked. So, guessing that she wants the same treatment, I don't give her the chance to say whatevers on her mind.

"Stand up." I commanded in a no-nonsense tone and, much to my delight, Trish slowly gets to her feet with out a word of protest. Smiling at her I looked her right in the eye and said, "Good now stand in front of me."

Once again the multiple time women's champion just does as she's told, giving me this feeling of power which I've never felt before. Looking at her standing there before me I decide to test how much power I truly have over her.

"Now." I said firmly, my eyes never leaving hers, "Strip."

I can see her looking at me with shock.

I'm not surprised she's shocked.

We've never really done anything like this, but it's something I've always wanted to try but I've never had the guts to ask before. But tonight it's different, tonight I'm the top and she's the bottom and for that reason I am no longer afraid to ask for what I want. In this situation I don't feel like it's asking too much of her. After all tonight she's my little bottom and I'm her dominant top. I mean the least she could do for me is strip when I ask her too. To this extent I raise my eyebrow as if to say I'm waiting and finally Trish bends over and reaches to undo her shoes. As much as I am glad she's following orders I have a very pacific fantasy of her stripping for me and it involves her wearing her shoes and socks until the end so I stop her before she gets the chance to take them off.

"Shoes and socks last." I said.

Simple but effective. Trish stands up straight and looks at me. She then begins to take her top off, but far too quickly for my liking.

"Slowly." I said causing her to remove it slowly, just like I'd always dreamed her too.

"Where do you want me to put it?" she asked, awaking me from my fantasy.

"Just toss it to the floor." I said dismissively.

Instead of tossing it to the floor Trish tossed it at me. I caught it before it could hit me and as much as I tried to pretend I'm angry with her I can't help but smile.

"I didn't tell you to do that." I said, in a mock scolding voice.

"Sorry." she said giving me this sad puppy dog look.

My mind fills with many wonderfully wicked ways I could punish her for her disobedience but I don't want to break the moment between us so I just said dismissively, "I'll let you off this once."

I did my best not to smile but I failed miserably.

Looking back at Trish I can see she's smiling mischievously, like she's gotten away with some great crime, and I'm tempted to punish her again, but to be honest there are a lot of other things I'd rather do to her right now.

"Now your skirt." I said sternly, getting back to the matter at hand.

Obediently Trish bent down and took off her skirt, kicking it away from her before she stood up straight again and looked at me, waiting for her next instruction. This whole control thing is turning me on something fierce and looking at her standing there in her bra and panties, socks and shoes is only increasing my arousal.

"Come here." I said beckoning her towards me with a single finger.

Trish follows my instructions, walking towards me until we're face to face.

"Turn around." I ordered.

When Trish had her back to me I removed her bra and let it fall to the ground.

"Turn back around." I commanded.

When Trish immediately turned to face me I pushed her backwards a step or two and got down onto my knees in front of her. I looked up at Trish and could see that she was smiling. I know her well enough to know what she's thinking but I'm not going to go down on her, not just yet. I can feel the heat radiating from between her legs and I can smell her arousal and that alone would normally have me diving face first into her delicious womanly core but not tonight. Even when I see the need in Trish's eyes I stay strong. Although as I reach for the waist band of her panties and begin to slowly remove them I can't help but salivate as my faces inches away from paradise but, much to my surprise, once again I am able to control myself and slide her panties down her legs until they are at her feet.

Looking up at her I said, "Step out."

When Trish had stepped out of her panties I carelessly tossed them off to the side before I began to remove her shoes and then her socks. I then slowly stood up, looking her in the eye the whole time.

"Undo me." I said signalling with my eyes to my top. 

Obediently Trish reached out and began to undo my top. Once it was undone she took it off and tossed it to the floor with the rest of the clothes.

"Now I want you to reach around and unhook my bra with both hands." I said smiling an ear to ear smile.

I can't help smiling because I can sense how needy she's becoming and for the first time in our relationship I'm not giving her what she wants right away, which I think just makes her want it more.

Trish slowly reaches around with both of her arms, feeling for my bra strap. When she found it she carefully unhooked and remove it from my body letting it drop to the floor.

"Now get on your knees." I said calmly, smiling inwardly because I know I'm torturing her.

Trish slowly sinks down to her knees in front of me. I've never had her kneeling before me like this before and I have to admit I find it incredibly arousing.

"Now take off both my bottoms AND my panties." I said with an ear to ear smile, "Using your hands for the bottoms and nothing but your teeth for the panties."

Looking up at me Trish gives me an evil glare but I have no sympathy for her whatsoever. After all, she's the one who wanted me to top her.

Slowly reaching up Trish grabbed the waistband of my bottoms and took them all the way down my legs until she reached my shoes. I stepped out of them so she could take them off and toss them to the side. Once that is done she looks back up at me as if to see if I'm serious about having her remove my panties with her teeth. I give her a nice big smile letting her know exactly what I expect her to do next.

Submissively lowering her head Trish took the waist band of my panties in between her teeth and slowly pull them down until they were at my feet. 

I stepped out of them and said happily, "Now stand up."

"You did very good Trish. So good in fact I think you deserve a reward." I said when she was on her feet, "Get onto the bed and lay down on your back."

I then moved out of her way so she could climb onto the bed and lay on her back.

"Close your eyes and spread your legs." I said, watching with glee as Trish does as she's told, "An keep them closed. If I see one of them open I stop rewarding you."

She lays back and awaits me to attend to her needs.

She's in for a long wait.

I stand there for awhile just taking in her beauty with my eyes.

She's a goddess to me, perfect in every way. And tonight I finally get to worship her in the way I have wanted to for so long.

Trish enjoys teasing me. I have felt her tongue all over my body, denying me pleasure until I think I will die if she doesn't give me what I want and then, and only then, does she give it to me.

Well tonight as they say, payback's a bitch. Not that this is about payback. This is about me worshipping my Goddess of a girlfriend with my mouth and tongue until she is screaming my name in ecstasy.

Moving onto the bed I start at her feet, kissing the bottoms of her feet before moving up to take each one of her toes into my mouth and lightly suck on them. I've never really had a foot fetish or anything but I heard somewhere that a toe is a very sensitive erogenous zone and although Trish has never done this to me I want to find ways of going above and beyond the things she does to me, which in itself might be almost impossible, but I'm willing to try and this seems a good place to start.

Finishing with her toes I kiss the tops of her feet until my lips are travelling up her smooth legs towards my ultimate destination.

Her breathing quickens as I near her pussy.

I slide my lips and tongue up to the very edges of her womanhood until my face is hovering over heaven on earth. I breathe in her scent and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to just dive right in. When I started to kiss my way down her other leg I heard her moan in frustration. I smiled wickedly to myself, sorry Trish, you reap what you sow.

When I reach her other foot I give it the same loving treatment I gave the other before kissing my way back up. Once again her breathing increases and once again when I reach her needy pussy I just completely ignore it, this time choosing to continue kissing my way up her body. I slide my tongue through the valley of her wonderful cleavage before kissing my way to her neck.

"Listen very carefully to me Trish," I whispered huskily into her ear, "If you move.......... or open your eyes.......... I'm going to stop rewarding you.......... you don't want me to stop rewarding you.......... do you Trish?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper, ".......... No.........."

"Good.........." I whispered back, giving her the sexiest tone of voice I possessed, "Because I'm about to reward you by licking you until you scream!"

She gasps as I sink my teeth gently into her neck like some kind of wild animal, being careful not to leave a mark.

I make my way back down her body until I reach her breasts. I had purposefully ignored them before because I didn't want to touch them until I could give them the worshipping they deserved.

I've spent a lot of time eating Trish's pussy but not nearly as much time as I would like worshipping her breasts. When ever Trish and I make love it's always her who gets to spend hours, or what feels like hours, teasing my body but the second it's my turn Trish asks me in a needy voice that she needs her pussy eaten and before I know it my face is buried in between her thighs. Sometimes she doesn't even ask and just grabs me by the head and pushes me downwards. In either scenario I'm lucky to get a minute in boob town before I find myself in pussy city. I can normally never deny her anything when she asks me for it, and I certainly don't mind her being a little rough with me, but I am so grateful that I finally get the chance that I've always wanted with her boobs.

Trish really does have the best boobs in the WWE, if not the entire world. Their big, but not too big. Their round, but not too round. Their firm, but not too firm. They're just like her, perfect.

Slowly making my way up one soft boob I ran my tongue around the nipple slowly, before moving to the other nipple and repeating the process. I went back and forth with my tongue for a while, her moans of pleasure and frustration music to my ears before I take the nipple that is in front of me into my mouth and gently suck on it. This gets the loudest moan from her so far and I smile around the nipple as I continue to suck. I then moved back and forth in between the nipples, gently increasing the power of my suction until I was greedily suckling on her teats, using one hand to cup her boob into my mouth as the other plays with the other nipple.

I could have done this for hours but eventually I took pity on Trish, who was practically sobbing at this point, and slowly began to kiss my way down her stomach.

Reaching the gates of heaven I studied the perfect picture of female beauty which is Trish Stratus.

I stayed there for a long while, just gently breathing on her pussy until finally, ".......... Mickie.......... please.........."

Her voice could barely be heard but I had been listening for it.

"Please what Trish?" I asked playfully.

"Please.......... lick me.........." she whimpers.

I briefly consider teasing her some more, but quite frankly I'm so pussy hungry it's all I can do not to just bury my tongue inside her, so, lowering my head, I place my tongue at the very bottom of her pussy and give it one long lick all the way up to her clit.

Her scream was deafening and her hands buried themselves in my hair, pushing my face into her cunt.

Removing my tongue from her I push her hands away and slowly crawl up her body until we're face to face again.

I grabbed both of her hands, pushed them forcibly above her head and I growled in her ear, "If you move another inch I'm going to tie you down and lick your body for hours, and I promise, I won't touch your cunt once!"

She lets out a whimpering cry and I wonder if I've gone too far. I have no idea where that came from. I've never felt so powerful in all my life, and I've got to admit, I kind of like it. But I'm terrified I may have pushed things tonight too far, so I take some time to study her face, looking for signs of fear or doubt but I can see none. All I can really sense from her at this point is desire, and the desperate need to cum.

I want to tell her I love her and I would never truly harm her, but my own need gets the better of me and I start kissing my way back down her body, praying that she stops me if I've hurt her, or if I do hurt her, physically or emotionally.

Being her on-screen rival isn't easy, but we both agreed when we got together that our relationship wouldn't get in the way of our careers, and one advantage of being in the ring with your lover is that you can do everything in your power to make sure she doesn't get hurt.

But quite frankly, given the choice, I'd rather hurt her physically than emotionally. Of course I'd rather not hurt her at all but if I'm not careful that is exactly what I will end up doing. God, this whole being the top thing is harder than I thought.

I am awoken from my thoughts when I reach my own personal paradise again.

In an attempt to make it up to her I begin to lap at her cunt like a kitten with a saucer of milk, gently sliding my tongue over her pussy lips and occasionally pressing into her, but never all the way in.

Trish whimpered, cried and pleaded with me to eat her but she never moved a muscle, and she never opened her eyes. Don't asked me how I know, I just know. Without looking up at her once I know her eyes are closed. It's like I can sense it or something.

Continuing my torturous teasing I begin to slide my tongue deep within her, taking extra care to avoid all of her super sensitive spots. I must have eaten Trish's pussy a gazillion times in the last three weeks because I am able to lick her sweet honey hole and know the exact moment I'm getting too close to a sensitive zone. Even when I closed my mouth around her dripping hole I would only suck now and again, giving her random shocks of pleasure, but never enough to push her over the edge.

Not even Trish teased me this much, but I was desperate to make her cum hard and I figured the bigger the built-up the bigger the climax and the best way to do that was by teasing her so I continued, but eventually her beggings all just got to me and I couldn't take it any more.