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Stephanie Doesn’t Share

By: MTL17



Mickie's POV

It's a little-known fact that after and before RAW there are bonus things for the live crowd. The bonus things before the show are obviously designed to get the crowd pumped up and ready for the show itself. It doesn't always succeed because it almost always features matches from curtain jerkers and the occasional new superstar before they debut on actual WWE TV, but the after show is normally more promising. Some feature some light-hearted promos or DX reuniting again or some great matches. The crowd at RAW XV got a bunch of wrestlers drinking themselves stupid and singing off key.

Not that anyone is complaining. A lot of fun things happened on the show and the beer bash was kind of fun in a way. Some of the guys even gave away some of their beers to the audience members in the front row, and hey, not everyone sings like Jillian Hall so it wasn't that bad.

I did unfortunately get covered in beer by Triple H, but I'm pretty sure he didn't mean anything by it and was just playing a harmless prank and while it was not completely harmless on my clothes it's not like I'm going to take issue with anything Triple H does.

Anyway, the point is even though I enjoyed the beer bash to a certain extent I really couldn't wait to get out of their and get to where I am now, the women's showers.

There were no women's matches on the show, but we were still given a locker room so we would have somewhere to hang out and we could change into something different if we wanted too. The rest of the divas just pretty much used it as a dumping ground for their stuff and they've already been and gone.

Some of them I get to see every week of course but I have to admit that it was great to see Trish again. We don't get to see a lot of each other now she's retired and I have kind of missed her. She helped me out a lot when I first debuted and she's always been super nice to me. I was afraid we'd drift apart when she retired but luckily we've been able to stay in touch.

It was fun to say hi to Amy better known as Lita too, although I'm not as good friends with her as I am with Trish, and hey, I got to meet Nora Greenwald better known as Molly Holly.

I was always a fan of Nora's work and I was sad when she retired. I would've loved to have worked with her. I know that might sound funny to some people because it kind of sounds like I really want to get in the ring and beat her up but it's not like that at all I would've just considered it a real honour to wrestle her. It's a real shame she was only used on the show for a few seconds in a backstage segment that no one probably cared about. Then again I understand, there's so much happening on the show already it was hard to fit everything else in.

I sigh as I continue rubbing soap into my body. This shower feel so empty with just me in it, I kind of wish someone else was with me. Not in a sexual way or anything, it's just I'm really used to changing and showering surrounded by other women gossiping about boys and shoes and everything in between and now it's just... empty. No one had a match so everyone just kind of went straight from drinking around the ring to drinking in the nearest available bar.

Trish told me to call her when I got out so that she could give me directions to where ever the rest of the divas ended up. It's kind of typical of her, even though she's not technically part of the WWE anymore she's still looking out for a me and the girls. She's nice like that, although I'm not sure whether I feel like drinking more or not. I'm not a big drinker, and I've mostly lost the buzz from the few beers I had earlier, but it's better than going back to my lonely hotel room. It's not like I have anyone waiting for me there.

I broke up with my last boyfriend a few months ago. I don't regret the break up, we had been heading in that direction for almost a year. We had just kind of drifted apart, and him being drafted to smackdown certainly didn't help matters. I do miss him sometimes, more for his company than anything else.

If I go back to my hotel room I'll just sit and read or watch a movie or something, the whole time wondering what the other divas are doing, wondering if they got Nora to drink or not. Last time I saw them all they were begging her to join them but she was even more hesitant than I am. Even though she's not a big drinker she went out with them. If I don't show Trish and the others will never let me live that down. So I guess it's decided then, I'm going out. I just need something to wear.

Turning off the shower I quickly dry myself and head over to my travelling bag.

But what to wear?

I guess first I'll pick out some underwear. I've got a lot of good stuff but deciding I was in a daring mood I picked a red bra and panties set. After slipping them on I picked out a pair of dark jeans which I've been told makes my ass look good, before grabbing a red top to match my underwear. I finished the look with a dark jacket and some black high heels which matches my look quite nicely if I do say so myself, and I do, I guess.

Now, let's see how do I look. Where's the mirror. Ah, here we are. Not too bad. Just need to redo my makeup and... there, ready to go. I'll just grab my stuff and head out the door. It shouldn't be long now before I'm partying with my friends. And hey, maybe tonight is the night we finally go the whole evening without being hit on by some drunken guys for once.

"Hey there Mickie." said some guy waiting for me on the other side of the door.

I jumped because I wasn't expecting him to be there, and I was about to give him a piece of my mind until I realised who this 'some guy' was.

"Mm... hey... yourself... erm... Mr Helmsley." I said smiling.

What the hell was that? Mr Helmsley! Who the hell calls Triple H Mr Helmsley?

"Oh please, call me Paul." Triple H said, putting his arm around me, grinning like a fool.

Paul? Oh right, his real name, come on Mickie get a grip. Wait, why is his arm around me?

I look up into his glazed over eyes and smell beer on his breath, in fact he reeks of it, so it's pretty clear he's been drinking quite a lot. This should end well.

"You know Mickie." Triple H said, obviously tired of waiting for me to respond, "You always were my favourite diva. Hey, you remember when you and my wife had that match that one time, and The Rock was the referee and you beat her when all that crazy shit happened? Man that was fun. The Rock sucks though. Going off to make his precious movies. Mr Hollywood big shot didn't even want to come to RAW tonight you know."

"Erm that was Lita." I said.

"What?" Triple H said, obviously confused.

"That match with your wife with The Rock and the craziness, that was Lita. She beat your wife for the women's title that night... which was like seven years ago or something... so... erm... nothing to do with me whatsoever really..." I said, slowly trailing off.

Triple H did not look happy. Oh God why did I have to correct him.

"Whatever." Triple H said, "But you were the one in the lesbian angle right?"

"Mm erm, I prefer to think of it as an obsessed fan angle." I said, then saw the look on his face and quickly said, "I mean, yeah, sure."

"Excellent. Come with me." Triple H said, grabbing me by my wrist and start pulling me a long the corridor.

"Why, where are going?" I said worriedly.

I had no idea what was going on but I really didn't want to say no to Triple H so I let him drag me around, not that I could have probably physically stopped him anyway.

Triple H didn't answer my question.

I thought about asking him again but decided against it.

Eventually he led me out into the parking lot and I was relieved to see Stephanie McMahon standing outside a limousine with her arms crossed. She looked pretty sober and although I didn't know much about her and had only met her briefly before I was pretty sure she would get her husband under control.

"Hi Steph." Triple H said grinning as we approached Stephanie, looking between me and his wife for some reason.

Stephanie looked up at him with a frown on her face. She certainly doesn't look very happy about something and I just hope I'm not the cause of it.

"Paul," Stephanie said, pausing to glance at me before turning her attention back to her husband and continuing, "Can I have a word with you."

"What word would you like?" Triple H asked playfully as he let go of my wrist and approached his wife.

"Are you trying to be cute? Really?" Stephanie said, a quiet menace in her voice.

"I was just..." Triple H began.

"No, I don't want to hear it Hunter. We've talked about this, remember?" Stephanie said cutting him off angrily.

"Oh come on Steph, you've been promising this for years and you didn't like any of the others and everyone's celebrating tonight so I thought we could... you know... celebrate." Triple H said, trying to take his wife into his arms but she pushed him away. 

"No, I'm not in the mood." Stephanie said.

"You're never in the mood." Triple H said bitterly.

"Look, I never promised anything. I said maybe one day, but it has to be my choice. Can't you understand that?" Stephanie said quietly, trying to reason with him, I think.

"I'm tired of 'maybes' and 'one days'. Can't you just do this for me this once? It will be like an I owe you and you don't have to do anything you don't want to do and if we try and you really don't like it we can stop and that will be the end of it I swear." Triple H said.

Stephanie bit her lip. It looks like she's thinking about something but I have no idea what.

There's a lot of things I don't seem to have any idea about right now, like I have no idea what's going on around here.

What are they arguing about? Is it me? Oh God don't let it be me. Wait, why would it be me, I haven't done anything.

What's going on around here?

This is kind of freaking me out.

I should probably just go. But if I do they'll notice and stop me. Dammit, I could have and probably should have ran off while they were arguing, but I've just been glued to the spot watching this soap opera argument and I'm not even sure what they're arguing about. And just like a damn soap opera I suddenly feel compelled to stay and see what happens next, like I'm rooted to the spot or something.

Oh God it feels like forever since anyone said anything.

Please say something.

Anything.

Anyone.

Please someone say something and end the silence.

"Ok." Stephanie said, finally ending the silence.

"YES! Thank you Steph." Triple H bellowed joyfully, looking like he was about to break into some kind of happy dance or something.

"But if neither one of us feel like it when we get home or if at any time we want to stop we stop and that's it." Stephanie said firmly.

"What? Oh, right, sure, fine, that's fair, just, thank you so much." Triple H said, looking like he was about to hug his wife.

"Whoa." Stephanie said, stopping him with her hand before he could get too close, "You stink of beer and sweat. Did you even shower?"

"... Yes." Triple H said unconvincingly.

"Well before you do anything when we get home you're going to have a shower."

"Fine whatever." Triple H said, stumbling into the limo, "Let's go."

"Just a second." Stephanie said, walking over to me.

If I didn't feel rooted to the spot before I certainly do now. Like her father Stephanie just has this air about her, although this is 10 times more intense than any other time I've seen her because this time she's walking directly towards me, her eyes locking with mine and never leaving them. I've honestly never felt more nervous in all my life.

When she reaches me Stephanie paused and then said in a voice barely above a whisper, "I'm so sorry about this, he just gets a bit carried away sometimes when he's drunk. I kind of said something to him when I was drunk one time and I've been paying for it ever since. You know how men are. Again I really can't apologise enough, but is there any way you would consider riding back with us?" I obviously gave her a look and she suddenly added, "Don't worry about him, he'll probably fall asleep before we even get home, if not sooner, but if you're not in the car with us I'll be having to fight him off the whole way home and I really hate the smell of beer breath. Well, either that or he'll be complaining the whole way home which would be equally unpleasant, so you'd really be doing me a huge favour if you could just come with us. We have some nice guest rooms and I swear I'll make sure you get back any money you spend on a hotel. If you're hungry when I get home I can make arrangements to get you whatever you want. You'll be well taken care of, I'll make sure of that personally. So what do you say, will you help me?"

I should say no. Part of me really, really wanted to say no. But how could I? I couldn't really say no to Stephanie McMahon. She was my boss, and also a McMahon. I've never heard anyone say no to a McMahon.

"Ok" I said.

"Thanks Mickie, you don't know how much I appreciate this." Stephanie said, as we walked over to the limousine and she opened the door for me, "After you."

"Thanks." I said, getting in, Stephanie waiting a moment before following me for some reason.

Once Stephanie was in she gave me a warm smile and we were on our way.

Stephanie's POV 

I think tonight went well.

Of course I won't know for sure until me and the rest of my family have our usual mid-week meeting and read the ratings.

However despite that I think as far as "in house response" is concerned. 

In other words how well the show was received by the people in the arena...

I would have to say it was received very well.

RAW's 15th Anniversary.

Hard to believe the flagship programme of my family's business not to mention the longest running sports show in history has been going for 15 years.

Hard to believe that there was a time when we weren't sure how much longer we had before our now long since dead rival WCW would finish us off.

All I can say is thank god for the attitude era.

If that hadn't happened when it did. 

I doubt I would be standing with my back against this full stretch black limo listening to the fans still in the arena celebrating the 15 year anniversary of our main weekly show with a whole host of WWE wrestlers some of whom have become legends some of whom who are legends and others who will no doubt become legends.

I have to say it's nice to see some of the old faces again.

Like 

Hulk Hogan Mick Foley better known as Mankind Stone Cold Steve Austin And loads of others 

As well as two very popular divas. 

Trish Stratus and Amy Dumas better known as Lita.

Two ladies who I have a very well documented onscreen history with and two ladies who off screen..........I wouldn't say we're exacterly the best of friends but we get along.

One woman who I am friends with though who it was great to see and who should have had more air time than she actually got was Nora Greenwald aka Molly Holly.

I'm sure a lot of people don't categorise her or consider her to be in the same league as Trish or Amy but I do.

God dam it Paul where the hell are you.

It's been half an hour since the show went off the air.

I mean I can still hear the fans in the arena cheering and singing and stuff but I mean come on I want to get home so we can start our own private celebration.

I could have gone out there with him..........Well obviously not with him as in side by side but. I could have gone out with him and everybody else who went out to finish off the show however I didn't think that that would have been a good idea due to the fact that the plan of action for the end of the show was.

My dad goes out and announces himself the winner of the greatest superstar in RAW history this of course pisses the fans off and then out comes Mankind and gives my dad the mandible claw with Mr. Socko on his hand. An then out comes a very good friend of my family's The Undertaker and he gives my dad a chokeslam and then out comes Stone Cold who pretends to want to drink a beer with my dad and while my dad is drinking the beer he stunners him and then calls out all of the RAW superstars past present and future to join him in a celebratory beer bash.

So like I said I could have gone out there and celebrated with Paul and the others but taking into consideration the fact that at this point onscreen my family is as close as we are ever likely to be onscreen it would have looked bad had I gone out there and celebrated instead of gone out there to try and help my dad after getting beat the hell out of by Mankind Taker and Austin.

Then again maybe the fans would have forgiven me taking into consideration the "McMahon Family Portrait" segment of the show. Which pretty much started off the night and ended brilliantly for me and Paul.

An speak of the devil.

Wait a minute..........What the hell is he doing with his arm around Mickie James!

In point of fact what the hell is Mickie James doing here anyway!

Uh-oh.

Oh no.

He's drunk.

Paul's drunk.

An I think I may now know why Mickie is with him.

"Hi Steph." 

Paul says to me looking between me and Mickie and thereby confirming my suspicions as to why Mickie is with him.

"Paul." 

I say doing my best to control my temper even though part of me wants to just let loose and give him a right good verbal ear bashing.

"Can I have a word with you."

I ask him.

"What word would you like?" 

Paul asks playfully as I watch him let go of Mickie and walk closer towards me.

"Are you trying to be cute?" 

I ask him really pissed off.

"I was just."

"No. I don't want to hear it Hunter."

I tell him calling him hunter due to the fact that I only ever refer to him as Hunter at least to his face. When I am really pissed off with him which I am. 

"We've talked about this remember?" 

I ask him.

"Oh come on Steph you've been promising this for years and you didn't like any of the others and everyone's celebrating tonight so I thought we could............you know.......... celebrate." 

Paul says trying to take me into his arms however I push him away which almost sends Paul on his ass due to him being so drunk however he manages to steady himself which I'm glad of only due to the fact that if he fell over in this state I would have to pick him up.

"No. I'm not in the mood." 

I tell him flat out.

"You're never in the mood."

Paul snaps back at me bitterly.

"Look. I never promised anything."

I say doing my best to stop us from having an argument in front of Mickie who I notice out of the corner of my eye is watching us curiously. 

"I said maybe one day but it has to be my choice. Can't you understand that?" 

I ask turning my attention and focus back to my inebriated husband.

"I'm tired of '"maybes" and "one days"

Paul moans.

"Can't you just do this for me this once? It will be like an I owe you and you don't have to do anything you don't want to do and if we try and you really don't like it we can stop and that will be the end of it I swear." 

He adds.

I bite my bottom lip as I think about it.

Paul is pretty drunk already and there is alcohol in the limo champagne no doubt he will want 1 or two glasses fingers crossed with a couple of glasses of champagne added to the amount he has already had he won't be up to much if anything at all.

If I am really lucky he'll fall asleep in the limo either that or before anything major happens.

I turn my attention from Paul to Mickie.

How the hell did he convince her to go along with this?..........or maybe he hasn't told her why she is here yet.

She doesn't look like she knows why she is here or what's going on.

I doubt she realises that we're planning on going to our house and not the hotel.

I slowly turn my attention back to Paul who is evidently waiting for an answer.


Stephanie Doesn’t Share



"Ok." 

I say taking a deep breath.

"YES!"

Paul snaps triumphantly. 

"Thank you Steph." 

He says looking like he wants to do something to celebrate his victory over me.

"But if neither one of us feel like it when we get home or if at any time we want to stop we stop and that's it." 

I tell him matter of factly.

"What? Oh, right, sure, fine, that's fair, just, thank you so much." 

Paul says as he moves towards me with his arms outstretched.

"Whoa." 

I say stopping him from giving me a hug.

"You stink of beer and sweat. Did you even shower?"

I ask him already knowing the answer due to Paul always making an effort to not smell of sweat after a show.

However due to the fact he isn't his normal sober self I can tell he hasn't showered.

"Yes." 

Paul says after a moment's hesitation.

"Well before you do anything when we get home you're going to have a shower."

I tell him.

"Fine whatever." 

Paul says as he turns and stumbles into the limo.

"Let's go."

He says once he has gotten himself comfortable.

"There's no way he's going to make it all the way home."

I mentally tell and reassure myself.

"Just a second." 

I tell him feeling the need to explain the situation to Mickie and so I walk over to her.

I can tell Mickie is nervous or rather afraid which normally I don't like but given the situation 

I do because if she is afraid of me then that means she will be willing to do whatever I say in other words she'll help me to deal with Paul.

"I'm so sorry about this."

I say doing my best to put her at ease at least a little. 

"He just gets a bit carried away sometimes when he's drunk."

I continue on. 

"I kind of said something to him when I was drunk one time and I've been paying for it ever since. You know how men are."

I say with a smile. 

"Again I really can't apologise enough but is there any way you would consider riding back with us?"

I ask her.

Mickie looks at me now more shocked than nervous or scared.

"Don't worry about him."

I say pretty sure that it isn't Paul that has shocked her it's my request that she rides with us due to us having never asked her to do it before.

"He'll probably fall asleep before we even get home if not sooner."

I add. 

"But if you're not in the car with us I'll be having to fight him off the whole way home and I really hate the smell of beer breath. Well either that or he'll be complaining the whole way home which would be equally unpleasant so you'd really be doing me a huge favour if you could just come with us. We have some nice guest rooms and I swear I'll make sure you get back any money you spent on a hotel."

I tell her.

"If you're hungry when I get home I can make arrangements to get you whatever you want. You'll be well taken care of. I'll make sure of that personally. So what do you say, will you help me?"

I ask her hoping that I have sold her on coming with us.

"Ok"

Mickie says after a minute or two of silence.

"Thanks Mickie you don't know how much I appreciate this." 

I tell her smiling as I head over to the back door of the limo and open it.

"After you."

I say offering Mickie the chance to get in first.

"Thanks." 

Mickie says as she get's in.

I watch her climb in and notice how nice her ass looks in the dark jeans that she is wearing which causes me to smile even more.

Once Mickie is in the limo I climb in myself and close the door behind us giving the roof of the limo a couple of taps to signal to the driver that we are ready to go.

An after a minute of waiting I feel the limo begin to move.

To begin with none of us says a word.

Mickie is looking at both me or rather between me and Paul evidently still trying to mentally figure out what is going on between us or with us and we both me and Paul are looking back at her well actually I'm looking back at her and Paul is staring at the champagne.

It's obvious he wants another drink but he is waiting for somebody else to want one.

I decide to use this to my advantage figuring I can kill two birds with one stone meaning that I can break the silence by offering Mickie a glass of champagne and I can stop any future developments from happening by giving Paul a glass.

An so I reach for the bottle of champagne, take it out of the ice bucket that it is in and offer some to Mickie. She thanks me and I give her one of the glasses before pouring her a drink. I then offer Paul the bottle and tell him to pour himself something. I'm actually quite impressed that he achieves this without spilling any.

There is another uncomfortable silence and Mickie offers me some of her champagne. I decline. I'm not really in the mood for drinking.

More silence.

I can't help but notice what Mickie is wearing and how good it looks on her.

She has on a red top with shoulder straps that goes well with the dark bottoms she has on and the black high heels as well as a dark coloured jacket.

All in all she looks very hot so hot in fact that I can't help but lick my lips as I continue to watch her.

After a while Mickie breaks the no longer uncomfortable silence.

"You guys don't mind if I remove my jacket do you?"

I look at Paul who has finished his glass of champagne which causes me to get the champagne bottle out of it's holder and begin to refill it.

"Not at all Mickie."

I say as I proceed in refilling Paul's glass.

"Take anything you want off."

Paul says smiling at her.

"Paul."

I say giving him a nudge and turn to look at Mickie giving her my best apologetic smile.

"Please don't mind him."

I tell her.

We fall into silence again.

"So Mickie."

I say deciding to find out more about the woman sitting opposite me.

"How have you enjoyed your time here in the WWE thus far?"

I ask her.

"It's been great."

Mickie says smiling from ear to ear.

"I've made a lot of friends and had a lot of fun."

She adds.

"What did you think of your first gimmick and storyline?"

I then ask her smiling an ear to ear smile myself due to me having enjoyed that storyline a great deal due to how well Mickie went with her character and really made you believe that she had crossed over the line between sane and totally deserving to be in a looney bin.

"It was awesome to work with the Women's champion in your début storyline and win the Woman's title at Wrestlemania. It doesn't get any better than that."

Mickie says proudly.

"I understand you and Trish are quite good friends in real life also."

I say.

Mickie looks at me and shrugs.

"Yeah we're pretty close but then Trish is pretty close with all of the divas."

She says looking out of the window.

"Sure is taking us along time to get to the hotel."

She then says which surprises me.

"Mickie."

I say.

"We're not going to the hotel."

I say.

Mickie looks at me.

"We're going to our place in Greenwich Connecticut."

I tell her.

"Oh, but all my stuff is at the hotel."

Mickie says sounding a little confused.

"Don't worry."

I tell her with a smile.

"I can either have you driven back to the hotel tomorrow or I can have it brought to the house."

I add.

"So I'm staying at your place over night?"

Mickie asks.

"Well I did say we had guest rooms."

I remind her referring to what I said before we got into the limo.

Mickie slowly turns her attention from me to Paul and begins to giggle.

I turn my attention to Paul and smile an ear to ear smile at the sight before me because Paul has his head back his eyes shut and is mouth hanging wide open as if he is catching flies if that isn't funny enough he then begins to snore which causes me both me and Mickie put our hands over mouths to stifle our desire to laugh.

"See."

I say turning my attention back to Mickie.

"I told you he wouldn't be up to much."

I add.

"I think it is safe to say he is out for the count."

Mickie says.

I laugh as I turn back and look at my husband still snoring for the whole USA.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

I then hear Mickie say which causes me to turn and look at her.

"Sure."

I say with a shrug having not expected this but interested to know what she wants to ask me.

An so for the rest of the car ride me and Mickie continue our conversation, Mickie asks me about my onscreen and off screen career in my family company what it was and is like to work with the other members of my family, what it was and is like to work with my sound asleep husband the feuds that I have had etc, and I asked her more in-depth questions about her career like how she got started, her life outside work and the different superstars in the business she admired both male and female over the years. She seemed surprised myself and my family were so close considering everything we'd been through onscreen and I was surprised to hear just how many championships she had won in other promotions before coming to the WWE.

Before either of us realise it the limo comes to a stop and the door that we all got in via opens.

"We're here Mr and Mrs Levesque."

The driver says as he holds the door open for us.

"That's McMahon-Levesque."

I tell him.

He simply smiles at me and nods his head.

I then turn my attention to my still asleep no longer snoring husband.

"Do you want me to help you carry him?"

I hear Mickie ask.

I turn and look at her with a smile.

"No need."

I tell her.

"Watch this."

I add.

As I reach over and tickle with my index finger the edge of Paul's nose which causes him to wake up with a start.

"What was that?"

He asks as I quickly pull my hand away.

"We're home Paul."

I tell him.

Paul looks at me and then looks at Mickie and then looks back at me with a smile.

He looks as though he has totally sobered up but I can tell from the look in his eyes and the smile on his face he is anything but sober.

"Well in that case."

He says.

"Let's get out of this limo and get inside."

He adds.

An so I climb out of the limo and watch Paul and then Mickie climb out and we all head up to the front door.

I keep my eye on Paul and notice him doing his best to walk straight and normal and failing due to him occasionally going off to either the left or right side.

"He'll be asleep as soon as his head hit's the pillow."

I mentally tell myself.

Once we are all inside I lead the way up the stairs and open the door to mine and Paul's bedroom I then allow Paul to enter first and once he is far enough in so that he can't hear what I am about to say I turn to face Mickie.

"Wait here. I'll put snoring beauty to bed and then I'll show you to the guest room."

I tell her.

Mickie gives me a nod and with that I go into the bedroom and leave the door open just so that Paul can still see Mickie.

"How come Mickie is waiting out there?"

He asks me as I walk up to him.

"Because you are going to get a shower."

I tell him.

Paul turns and looks at me.

"Why would I want to get clean when I'm just going to get dirty again."

He asks in a suggestive tone of voice.

I walk right up to him.

"Because you said you would."

I say pushing him down into a sitting position on his side of the bed.

"Now take off your shirt."

I tell him.

Paul proceeds to take off the plain black shirt that he is wearing and then goes to undo his jeans.

"No no no no."

I say walking over to him and getting down onto my knee's.

"Let me."

I say smiling at him in a suggestive way.

Paul smiles at me.

An so I proceed to undo his belt and undo the button on his jeans and well as his zipper.

"Lay back so I can get them complete off."

I tell him.

Paul does what I tell him and as slow as I can and in the best seductive way that I can I take Paul's pants down luckily for me he is wearing pants and "The Game" most certainly isn't on thank god. 

Don't get me wrong I love sleeping with Paul or not sleeping with him if you get my meaning. I just don't like doing it when he is drunk especially after last time. Last time after we'd finished he actually fell asleep on top of me. I mean one minute we where kissing and the next he was out cold on top of me. I had to wait for at least an hour before he rolled over enough to let me out from under him.

Once I have successfully gotten his jeans off I hear a light snoring and slowly get to my feet and see that my plan worked.

Paul is once again sound asleep.

I wonder weather to turn him around and put the cover over him but then I decide against it and figure that this will be much easier to explain when he wakes up.

An so I turn around and head for the hallway.

Once in the hallway I shut the bedroom door.

"Snoring like a baby."

I say to Mickie.

"Now let me show you the guest room."

I say and with that I take her by the hand and lead her down the hall but stop abruptly when we come to my little girl's bedroom.

I turn my head to look at Mickie who is looking back at me.

"Would you mind if we made a slight de-tour?"

I ask her.

"I just want to check on Aurora."

I add and tell her at the same time.

"Sure."

Mickie says with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Thanks."

I say giving her a smile.

An with that I let go of her hand and walk over to the closed bedroom door and open it just wide enough for both myself and Mickie to slip through we approach the crib and once we reach one of the sides of the crib we both look down into it at my first child who is sleeping soundly.

"I can't believe you have a baby,"

I suddenly hear Mickie say which causes me to turn my attention from my baby to her.

"Why?"

I ask her curiously.

"Don't I look like the mothering type?"

I add.

"No it's not that."

Mickie whispers evidently worried by the tone in her voice that she has offended me which is kinda cute.

"It's just you look great."

She then explains.

I smile an ear to ear smile of my own.

"Thanks." 

I tell her 

"No, really,"

Mickie then says. 

"You look beautiful."

She adds.

This takes me a little bit by surprise.

"I mean I just hope I look half as good as you after I have a baby......... if I have a baby."

Mickie then says.

"Not totally sure if you want kids huh?"

I ask her.

"No I do. I mean I love kids, I'm just not sure if I'm ready for them. An besides I'm kind of missing something right now, you know?" 

Mickie says.

I nod my head having heard through the backstage grapevine that Mickie and her former fiancée Kenny Doane had ended their engagement and relationship not too long ago, as well as hearing it from Mickie's own lips back in the limo.

I then turn my attention to my daughter. Gently kissing my right index finger I slowly reach out and press it to the top of her head as if magically transferring my kiss from my finger to her forehead, managing to show affection while at the same time not waking her up. After I have done that both me and Mickie continue to watch her sleeping for a few minutes longer.

I then turn my attention to Mickie who slowly turns and looks at me.

"Now let me show you the guest room..........again."

I say which causes Mickie to giggle as I once again take her by the hand and lead her out of my daughter's room closing the door behind us and continue on our way to the guest rooms.

From Aurora's room we have to walk down a corridor. At the end of the corridor you can go either left or right. Either way leads to guest rooms, but the right way leads to a very special guest room.

Something very special happened to me in that guest room a few years ago and since then the only people to stay in that particular guest room have been female lawyers, female business partners, the occasional actress or model, and even a few Playboy playmates, and WWE divas... like Mickie.

The question is, do I take Mickie to that room?

Paul will be sleeping like a baby the whole night and he won't wake up very early, and even then he'll probably be nursing his hangover for hours before hitting our indoor gym. So the earliest I'll have to worry about seeing him again is lunch tomorrow.

The staff know well enough not to barge into any room of the house at any time of the night or morning when either myself or my husband are home so I know I won't have to worry about them.

In fact the only person I have to worry about is Mickie. Would she go for this? Could I convince her? I've never failed to convince anyone before, and I can't deny she's a good candidate. She's cute, interesting, nice, funny, has a hot little body, and I'm definitely getting a vibe off her. Not an 'I'm definitely interested' vibe or anything, more like a 'I'm curious but I don't know it' or 'I'm curious but I haven't seriously thought about it' vibe. I love curious girls and some of my most fun times have been with some of the WWE divas so why not add this little hottie to my little scrapbook. Besides, I was in the mood to celebrate before Paul had to go ruin my mood by getting drunk off his ass. Maybe I can still celebrate tonight after all.

When I reach the bottom of the corridor I don't even hesitate in turning right, Mickie following closely behind me as I head to my personal favourite guest room.

Mickie's POV

It feels like an eternity since anyones said anything. Finally Stephanie offers me some champagne. There's only two glasses but Stephanie lets me and Triple H have them. Apparently she isn't in the mood for drinking. 

More silence.

"You don't mind if I take off my jacket do you?" I asked, feeling a little hot.

"Take off anything you want." Triple H said, grinning wickedly.

"Paul." Stephanie said, nudging him hard before turning to me, "Please don't mind him."

Yet more silence.

"So Mickie." Stephanie said, turning to me, "How have you enjoyed your time here in the WWE thus far?"

"It's been great." I said smiling widely, "I've made a lot of friends and had a lot of fun."

"What did you think of your first gimmick and storyline?" Stephanie asked smiling back.

"It was awesome to work with the Women's champion in your début storyline and win the Woman's title at Wrestlemania. It doesn't get any better than that." I said.

"I understand you and Trish are quite good friends in real life also." Stephanie said which caused me to shrug.

"Yeah we're pretty close but then Trish is pretty close with all of the divas." I said before looking out of the window, "Sure is taking us along time to get to the hotel."

"Mickie." Stephanie said, "We're not going to the hotel. We're going to our place in Greenwich Connecticut."

"Oh, but all my stuff is at the hotel." I said, in confusion.

"Don't worry." Stephanie said, reassuringly, "I can either have you driven back to the hotel tomorrow or I can have it brought to the house."

"So I'm staying at your place over night?" I said, the situation finally sinking in.

"Well I did say we had guest rooms." Stephanie said.

I slowly turned from her to Triple H and can't help laughing softly.

Stephanie turns to him and sees what I see, the mighty Triple H with his head back his eyes shut and is mouth hanging wide open, snoring his head off.

"See." Stephanie giggled as both she and I used our hands to cover our mouths so we didn't laugh too loudly, "I told you he wouldn't be up to much."

"I think it is safe to say he is out for the count." I said smiling.

Stephanie laughed, turned back and looked at Triple H snoring away.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" I asked her.

"Sure." Stephanie said with a shrug.

For the remainder of the car ride myself and Stephanie continued talking, me asking Stephanie about her onscreen and off screen career and what it was like to work with the other members of her family, what it was and is like to work with her sound asleep husband and the feuds that she had been part of and so on. In return Stephanie asked me questions about my career like how I got started, my life outside work and who in the business I admired. I was very surprised to find out that Stephanie was really quite close with her family because the McMahons have been through a lot onscreen and Stephanie seemed very surprised to hear things about my early career like just how many championships I had won on the independence circuit.




Stephanie Doesn’t Share



In no time at all the limousine came to a stop and the door opened to reveal the driver.

"We're here Mr and Mrs Levesque." the driver said as he holds the door open for us.

"That's McMahon-Levesque." Stephanie corrected him.

He simply smiled at his boss and nods his head. Stephanie turned her attention to the still asleep but no longer snoring Triple H.

Wanting to help I asked her, "Do you want me to help you carry him?"

Stephanie turned to look at me with a smile.

"No need. Watch this." Stephanie said, reaching over and tickling the edge of Triple H's nose with her index finger, causing him to wake up with a start.

"What was that?" He asked as Stephanie pulled her hand away.

"We're home Paul." Stephanie said.

Triple H looked at Stephanie and then at me and then back at Stephanie and smiled.

"Well in that case." Triple H said, "Let's get out of this limo and get inside."

With that Stephanie climbed out of the limo, Triple H following her out closely before I finally got out and together we all headed up to the front door.

I can't help noticing Triple H trying and failing to walk in a straight line and I have to stop myself from giggling or anything. The last thing I want to do is laugh at Triple H, especially when both he and his wife are an ear shot. Luckily I'm almost positive I didn't giggle and if I did they didn't seem to hear me.

Once we are all inside Stephanie leads us up stairs and into what I can only assume is Stephanie's and Triple H's bedroom. Triple H walks in and Stephanie turns to me.

"Wait here. I'll put snoring beauty to bed and then I'll show you to the guest room." She said.

I gave her a nod to tell her I understood and then she went into her bedroom. I waited outside, trying to listen to the voices that were coming from the inside. I don't normally listen into other people's conversations but I'm still trying to figure out what's going on here and I'm unable to stop myself from curiously listening in. It's in vain however, because I can't make out anything coherent.

After a surprisingly short while Stephanie reappeared, quietly shutting the door behind her before turning to me.

"Snoring like a baby." Stephanie said, "Now let me show you the guest room."

Taking me by the hand Stephanie led me down the hall but suddenly stopped and turned to me again.

"Would you mind if we made a slight de-tour?" She asked, "I just want to check on Aurora."

"Sure." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Thanks." Stephanie said before giving me a smile.

Stephanie let go of her hand and walk over to a door, before opening it just wide enough for us to slip through. We slowly, quietly approach the crib and once we reach one of the sides of the crib we both look down to see Stephanie's daughter Aurora fast asleep.

Like father like daughter, except the daughter is a lot more cute. And as for the mother, well she looks amazing. I can't believe what good shape she's in, and she's not just in good shape, hell she looks gorgeous.

"I can't believe you have a baby." I said, voicing my thoughts.

"Why?" Stephanie asked, "Don't I look like the mothering type?"

"No it's not that." I said whispering, quietly hoping I haven't put my foot in my mouth and insulted her, "It's just you look great."

"Thanks." Stephanie smiled brightly, but I kind of get the impression she thinks I'm kissing her ass and I'm not.

She really does look great and I can't help feel that someone needs to tell her for some reason and since 'snoring beauty' isn't going to do it it might as well be me.

"No, really. You look beautiful." I said smiling. Stephanie looks a little bit taken by surprise and I'm suddenly realising how this might sound so I quickly explain myself, "I mean I just hope I look half as good as you after I have a baby......... if I have a baby."

"Not totally sure if you want kids huh?" Stephanie asked.

"No I do. I mean I love kids, I'm just not sure if I'm ready for them. An besides I'm kind of missing something right now, you know?" I said.

Stephanie nodded in understanding. I told her all about my break up with my last boyfriend in the limo and since I haven't been seeing anyone lately the chances of me having a baby any time soon are pretty slim.

Stephanie turns her attention to her daughter, kissing the index finger of her right hand, before pressing it to Aurora's forehead in a sweet sign of affection. After that me and Stephanie continued to watch Aurora sleeping for a few minutes longer before Stephanie broke the silence.

"Now let me show you the guest room..........again."

I giggled at that comment as Stephanie took my hand in hers and guided me out of her sleeping daughter's room.

Closing the door behind us we continue on our way, down a corridor, turning right before coming to a door at the furthest end of this corridor. It's pretty much a dead end here and for a moment I find this a little odd, but what I find more odd is what happens when we get there.

I was expecting Stephanie to kind of point at the door, say here you go and then just leave me to it, but instead when we reach the door she opens it, walks inside and holds it open for me. Guessing she's just being a good hostess I walk inside but then she shuts the door behind me. Before I can ask why she is in here with me, I mean I would be seriously surprised if this was the only guest bedroom in this place, Stephanie walks towards the double bed and begins to talk.

"You should find everything you need here. All our guest rooms come with their own bathroom complete with both a bath and a walk in shower depending what you're in the mood for and as you can see a king-size bed so there's plenty of room..." Stephanie explained, her words seeming to hang in the air, before she turned to me, "You know Mickie, it's not that late and I would really appreciate someone to talk too. I know I've asked a lot of you already but do you mind if I stay here for a little while with you?"

Honestly I felt like I was missing something, like I was on one of those hidden camera shows where everyone is in on the joke except the person being set up and I was that person. But I've been feeling like that all night, ever since Triple H showed up, and I'd rather risk getting punk'ed or whatever then daring to say no to a McMahon.

So I of course answered, "Sure, no problem."

"Excellent," Stephanie said, sitting down on the bed and patting the space next to her, "Why don't you sit down and will have a nice girl to girl talk."

I don't know if it was her hand patting the bed or the way she said 'girl to girl talk' but again something seemed off, but again I didn't dare to say no to her.

I sat down next to Stephanie and for a moment she gave me this look. It was so quick I told myself I didn't see it, but for a moment there, that look I didn't see, look suspiciously like... lust. I've had people look at me like that before, but I've never seen it in such a, predatory form. But this look is quickly forgotten as Stephanie started to talk to me again like she had done in the limo, putting me totally at ease and making me feel safe with her.

We talked for what felt like hours about all sorts of things, and I felt I got a better insight into the 'real' Stephanie McMahon, but at the same time there was a question which kept nagging at me, a question that eventually I just had to ask.

"Why am I really here?" I blurted out suddenly. Stephanie gave me a weird look and I felt I needed to explain myself so I said, "I mean why did Triple H want to bring me here? Because, don't get me wrong, I've loved talking to you and all but it's not like we're the best of friends or anything like that, not that I'm saying we couldn't be, but what I mean is... we don't really know each other... and I don't know Triple H... and I certainly don't mind keeping you guys company... but... why me? I mean... why me... why am I here..."

I trailed off and there was a long moment of silence. The whole time Stephanie seemed to be staring at me and I found myself regretting saying anything. I mean despite some weirdness and the fact that at some points, like right now, I felt like I was walking on egg shells tonight had been pretty fun, and I really hope I haven't ruined it by saying the wrong thing.

Stephanie puts my mind at ease however by giving me a quick smile before she began to speak.

"Why you. I don't know. It's possible that you were the first one he saw, or that you were the first one who agreed to come back with him, or maybe he specifically chose you for some reason, I don't know for sure. You're just lucky I guess..." Stephanie was the one to trail off now, as if thinking for a long second before continuing, "As for why you're here... well, before I tell you that I want you to promise me that nothing we talk about in this room leaves this room."

"No problem, I'm not a tattletale." I assured her.

"I hope not. Because I like you Mickie, I really do, but if anything I'm about to tell you gets out, and I find out you're responsible for it believe me, you will regret it." Stephanie was so serious at this point that she actually scared me, but in a moment her eyes, face, body language and tone softened and she was the 'nice' Stephanie who I had been talking to a moment ago, "But I really, really hope it doesn't have to come to that."

"Me too." I said gulping, before quickly adding, "And it won't."

"Good." Stephanie said, before pausing, either for effect, or because she was working out how to say whatever it was she was going to say before she said it, "Sometime ago now myself and Paul were celebrating something or other and we were very drunk and somehow the topic of adding another to our bed was brought up. I don't even remember who brought it up, although I'm almost sure it was him and I'm also not exactly sure how but I ended up agreeing to try it with him at some point in the future. Basically I agreed to a threesome, specifically a threesome with another girl. After that Paul went through a stage where he was hell bent on getting me to live up to my end of the bargain. So far he has been unsuccessful. He's all but given up now, but every so often when he gets drunk he'll try and pick up a girl to take back with us. He generally finds he has more success if he doesn't tell them why they're coming with him."

Stephanie stopped talking, obviously to let all that information sink in. I hope she's willing to wait a couple of hours because I feel utterly speechless. I just sat there for what felt like an eternity, her words echoing in my mind as my imagination runs wild with all sorts of images and visions about what exactly would have happened if Triple H hadn't been so drunk. Aware that Stephanie was waiting patiently for me to say something I inwardly screamed at myself to do just that and snap myself out of the daze I've been in.

"So..." I said finally, "I'm... I'm here because..."

"Paul wanted a threesome." Stephanie said, finishing my sentence for me.

"Wow." I said, not really sure what else to say.

There was another pause and then Stephanie said, "I hope that doesn't offend you."

"Oh no, of course not." I said.

"And I hope you now understand why I had to be so firm with you earlier." Stephanie said.

"Of course." I said.

"So I can count on you not to reveal any of this?" Stephanie asked.

"Absolutely." I promised.

"Good, because I'm sure you can understand why I don't want any of this to get out." Stephanie said, "So as far as anyone is concerned you were invited here tonight because I was interested in getting to know you, which has been fun by the way, and no other reason, understand?"

"Perfectly." I said.

"Excellent..." Stephanie trailed off and once again silence fell between us before she asked, "Have you ever been in a threesome before?" I gave her a surprised look and she quickly added, "I'm not trying to get you into a threesome with me and Paul I swear, I'm just curious."

I paused and then finally replied, "No."

More silence.

"Have you ever thought about it?" Stephanie asked.

I paused for even longer than before, wondering if I should tell her the truth or not but whether it was because of the alcohol I had consumed or my desire not to lie to my boss's daughter I replied truthfully, "Yes."

"What kind?" Stephanie said, before adding, "Two guys and the girl... or two girls and a guy... or all girl, or all guy?"

This last statement had both of us laughing but the laughter quickly died down and once again we were left in silence before I inevitably answered truthfully again because of the alcohol or my desire not to lie to Stephanie, "Two guys and the girl... and two girls and a guy, but only occasionally."

I can't believe I just told my boss's daughter that, and part of me wants to crawl into a ball, go to sleep and pray she didn't hear me, but part of me is incredibly curious to see where this is all going. There's been an electricity in the air that I've been trying to ignore since we came in this room... hell it was there before then in the limo, and part of me has an idea where this might be going and even though I'm terrified I can't stop feeling other emotions, strange emotions I'm afraid to name battling inside me right now and I really don't know what to think.

All of a sudden Stephanie brings my attention back to the real world, "In your occasional two girls and a guy fantasies, do you and the other girl ever do anything?"

"Who... who said anything about fantasies." I said.

"Oh, so you thought about it occasionally, but never fantasized?" Stephanie asked, her eyes staring into my eyes.

I feel like she's staring into my very soul right now and it would be impossible to lie to her even if I tried. I'm so terrified right now, but I can't look away.

"I've... I've maybe more than thought about it a few times, but I think fantasized is a little strong." I said.

"Have you ever thought about it when you're in bed all by yourself?" Stephanie asked bluntly.

I tried to lie, I wanted to lie, but at the same time I didn't, and I couldn't.

"Yes." I said meekly.

"Have you ever touched yourself while you thought about it in bed?" Stephanie asked.

"Yes." I answered.

"So you've fantasized about it?" Stephanie said.

"Yes... no... erm..." I stuttered.

"Have you ever fantasized about just you and another girl?" Stephanie asked.

There was a pause before I answered, my mind racing with a thousand different thoughts, all the reasons why I shouldn't be truthful with my next answer, all the reasons I should be truthful, and everything else in between, but ultimately I go with truth again.

"I... I've... I've maybe thought about it briefly but nothing serious, I mean I definitely wouldn't say that I've fantasized about it, that's way, way too strong a term, but occasionally I wondered, you know, but I read somewhere that's normal and it doesn't mean anything." I blurted out.

"That's right Mickie, it's perfectly normal for a woman to think about another on occasion, and you certainly shouldn't be embarrassed of you're lesbian desires." Stephanie said in a soft, reassuring tone.

"Right. No, wait, lesbian desires? I think that's a little strong." I protested.

"But you've thought about another woman in a sexual way?" Stephanie pointed out.

"Yes... but..." I said, not knowing what I should say.

"So you have lesbian desires." Stephanie said simply. I said nothing and Stephanie laughed softly, "It's ok Mickie, like I said its normal. Almost everyone has at least a passing thought and it's nothing you should be ashamed of."

I don't know why, maybe it was because I felt a bit like a cornered animal at that point, but I decided to go on the offensive, "Have you ever thought about it?"

This caused Stephanie to stare at me for a moment and I almost retracted the question before she answered, "Have I ever thought about being with another woman?"

I paused, questioning myself before I said, "Yes."

Stephanie paused for a second before she smiled and answered, "Yes, I have thought about being with another woman."

I hear myself gulp loudly as three things rushed through my mind, firstly the image of Stephanie with another woman, secondly the image of the other woman suddenly being replaced by me, and thirdly was the idea that all of this, the champagne, all the talking, and now this discussion alone in a room with her, it all just seemed so, convenient, planned out, like it had a purpose, like it was leading somewhere, somewhere that both scared and excited me almost at equal levels, much like the pornographic images in my head right now actually.

"Does that bother you?" Stephanie asked, breaking the silence that had fallen between us.

"What, no. No, no, no, no, no. Of course not." I assured her.

"Good." Stephanie said moving towards me ever so slightly and leaning in, her voice becoming barely above a whisper but her words spoke volumes, "Because I haven't just thought about it, I've experienced it first hand many times and I have to tell you Mickie it's one of the most wonderful experiences I've ever had in my life. Don't get me wrong, I love Paul, but there's just something about another woman. It's like that old cliche says, no one knows how to take a woman's body like another woman. And I would dearly love to take you Mickie. I'd like to do so many wonderfully wicked things to you and your body and make you feel things you could have never imagined. I'd like to give you pleasure Mickie, mind bending, eye rolling, toe curling pleasure. But I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do. And don't even think for a moment that your job is in any way in jeopardy here. If you say no as far as I'm concerned this night never happened, but that would be a real shame because you're smart, funny, loving, and you've got a hot little body I'd just love to lick all over. Paul couldn't have picked a better choice as far as I'm concerned, but I'm going to be honest with you Mickie, I have no intention of having a threesome with you and Paul. I'm not interested in having a threesome with Paul and I probably never will. I'm just not interested in sharing him with another girl... and I'm just not interested in sharing another girl with him. I don't share my girls, and I wouldn't share you if you became one of my girls, unless it was with one of my other girls, but I'm getting ahead of myself. First will you allow me to pleasure you in the way you should be pleasured? Will you let me make you feel good? Will you let me make love to you?"

I was speechless, with no earthly idea what to say. No one had ever come on so strongly to me before and I couldn't deny I was interested. After months of neglect my own body was screaming at me to let Stephanie have her way with me, but I was too terrified to say yes. Instead my mind repeated everything she just said over and over until it found something that I could say which was not a definite yes or no in an attempt to try and buy me some time before answering.

"You're girls?" I said weakly, my mind racing with the thought of Stephanie seducing other girls like she was trying to seduce me.

"Yes, I have quite the little collection." Stephanie said, getting up, "Here, let me show you."

Reaching into one of the draws on one of the dressing tables in the room Stephanie reached in, and grabbed what appeared to be a key before walking over to the bedside drawer, opening and taking out what appeared to be a scrapbook before handing it to me. 

"Take a look." Stephanie said, before sitting back down next to me.

I opened the book and was shocked to see what was inside, which appear to be pictures of a very nude Lillian Garcia.

"The beginning. Lillian was my first. Paul was drunk like he was tonight and he brought her home to me. After he passed out Lillian and I were chatting to each other, like we are now, I told her about Paul's threesome idea and she said she had been with a girl before and it was a lot of fun and if I wanted to try being with a girl she was happy to show me. I was very nervous at first but Lillian was patient, understanding and soft, so very, very soft. With her I soon got into it and we ended up making love all night. We've been casually seeing each other ever since. I still like to call her one of my girls even though sadly she isn't really into the rough stuff." Stephanie said, taking the scrapbook from me, and flicking through it to a page littered with pictures of a blonde tide up and gagged, "Torrie on the other hand loved the rough stuff. She was my second and she was very, very kinky. As you can see she loved being tied up and spanked like the naughty little slut she was. And she still is a naughty little slut. You see this picture? Now how about this one. I know, I can't believe she took that many anal beads up her ass either. And to think, she wasn't into butt sex before she became one of my girls. Then again she wasn't into girls before I got my hands on her."




Stephanie Doesn’t Share



I just sat back in amazement, my eyes wandering from X-rated photo to X-rated photo.

"And hey, I hear you and Melina are rivals." Stephanie said after I didn't say anything, flicking through the scrapbook and presenting me with another page, "I like Melina, especially her ass. Doesn't it look hot in this picture being stretched out by my strap on? You know that's 12 inches long. Melina liked anal sex before she was introduced to my collection of toys but now she's a total anal queen. She wasn't really into girls before either. I guess you could say I've corrupted a lot of straight girls in my time."

Stephanie continued to tell me about her lesbian adventures, showing me page after page of girls either nude or tied up or in the middle of being fucked. Some of the girls I recognised, some I didn't. Some were actors, some were musicians, some were singers, and some of them were even other divas. But at this point Stephanie's voice sounded as if it was off in the distance, my mind battling a simple question of what to do next.

Should I politely decline her offer or let her have her way with me? She said my job wasn't in danger if I declined and while there's no way to know that for sure I feel like I can trust her, which is crazy considering I don't know her that well and tonight is the first time we've really talked, but I do, and it's because I trust her I'm really not leaning towards declining.

Of course there are other reasons, like Stephanie's little scrapbook. Ever since it was opened I haven't been able to take my eyes off it, each set of pictures having its own story, my occupied mind not having to imagine too much because Stephanie seemed happy to tell me more or less exactly how each photo came about. I have no idea when it happened but Stephanie has somehow repositioned herself so that she's leaning into me, her body gently pressed against mine and her hand gently stroking my thigh as she practically whispers into my ear tales of her previous conquests.

I don't think I've ever been so hot as I am right now, my whole body aching for release already and Stephanie has barely even touched me. A chill runs down my spine as I imagine what it might feel like to have Stephanie do to me what she did to all these other girls and I come to the perhaps inevitable conclusion that I want this.

I'm suddenly awoken from my thoughts by Stephanie closing the scrapbook. She looked at me and smiled, before getting up and walking over to the dressing table, placing the scrapbook down on it before returning to my side. Stephanie had been flicking through the thing rather quickly but I got the impression I didn't even get to see half of what was really in there. For a moment my mind races about what could be in there, but before I get the chance to over think it I'm interrupted from my thoughts as Stephanie sits down beside me. It's such a simple thing but just having her sat so near me is intoxicating.

Looking at her I see nothing but want and desire in her eyes. I can't remember anyone looking at me so lustfully before. 

There is yet another long pause.

Stephanie looks like she is expecting me to say something. When I don't she gently cupped my face and brings our lips closer until their inches apart.

"So what do you say Mickie? Do you..." Stephanie began.

"Do what you want." I blurted out. Even I was surprised at my bluntness but I'm horny, and I'm afraid if I over think this I'll chicken out. Stephanie looks surprised but then smiles at me. I still feel I was to blunt so I'm desperately trying to think of something else to say but all I can come up with is, "Do whatever you want with me."

Stephanie smiled, "In that case..."

Trailing off Stephanie kissed me gently, our lips only gently brushing against each other at first, before Stephanie began to slowly apply more pressure, pressing herself more firmly into me as she did so. I welcomed the kiss, and when her arms wrapped themselves around me I melted into the embrace, eager to let her do whatever she wanted with me just like I said. When her tongue pressed against my lips asking permission for entry I gladly granted her request and in no time our tongues were passionately caressing each other.

I tried to turn up the heat even more in our kiss, wanting to rush through it before I lost my nerve, but Stephanie calmed me down and we ended up gently kissing for what felt like an blissful eternity. My eyes slid closed and I became lost in her lips. When I opened them again I was lying on the bed with Stephanie on top of me, our clothed bodies pressing together so wonderfully. I was so wrapped up in the kiss that I didn't even feel a thing until now.

Breaking the kiss Stephanie looked at me and then slowly began removing my top, the whole time looking into my eyes as if searching for any hesitation or complaints. She received no complaint when she removed my top, just like she received no complaint when she removed my high heals, or when she removed my pants, or when she removed my bra, or when she removed my panties. In between each of these items of clothes being removed Stephanie would climb on top of me and give me a long passionate kiss, which seemed to get more passionate with every item of clothing removed. Just undressing me seem to take an hour, which was so radically different from my previous lovers in the past who have always seemed to be trying for some kind of world record in undressing or something. With every item of clothing Stephanie removed from my body she removed one from hers. A top for a top, a pair of pants for a pair of pants, a set of bra and panties for a set of bra and panties, etc.

When we were both finally naked Stephanie got on top of me again, pressing her nude body against mine and giving me another long passionate kiss only this time because there was no more clothing to be removed when she broke the kiss she went straight for my neck, worshipping it with her mouth and causing me to moan.

My moaning continued as Stephanie slid her hands over my body, gently caressing my arms, sides, stomach, seemingly anything she could get her hands on except the places that needed touching the most.

Finally she gently cupped my breast in both her hands and tweaked my nipples, and when I say tweaked, I mean she gently played with them in a way which was pure pleasure and at no time tried to pull my nipples off like I had experienced in more than a few bad dates. Stephanie seem to know just how to touch me and I loved it.

After massaging my breasts with her hands and my neck with her mouth for what felt like forever Stephanie finally moved down, sliding her tongue down my chest, and up one of my boobs to the nipple. When Stephanie took my nipple into her mouth I swear I thought I was going to cum. Stephanie sucked oh so gently on the nipple, twirling her tongue around it, before moving to the other and doing the same. She repeated this, over and over again, until finally moving down over my tummy to my hot centre which was right now in desperate need of attention.

When Stephanie finally reached my pussy I closed my eyes and spread my legs as wide as they can go, silently begging her just take me. Any hint of the nervousness I had before is gone and all that's left is desire and need, desire for Stephanie to eat me and a need to fill her lips on my pussy so bad I think I might die if I don't feel those lips on me soon.

Unfortunately Stephanie seems intent on driving me crazy because I'm not feeling what I want to feel right now that being Stephanie's mouth and tongue on my pussy.

When I open my eyes I see Stephanie staring at my pussy like she was studying for some kind of test. Looking at me she smiles, and then begins to blow on my pussy. I wouldn't have thought that I would enjoy something like that but the second I feel her breath touch my over stimulated cunt I cry out in pleasure and push my hips forwards and upwards. Stephanie continues to blow on my pussy for a while, practically bringing me to tears. She looks up at me again and smiles. I open my mouth to beg her to stop teasing me but my words died before they even made it to my lips when without warning Stephanie stuck out her tongue and licked my pussy.

The first part was quick, her tongue shooting out and sliding halfway across my cunt, but then she stopped mid-lick to slowly drag her tongue across the rest of my pussy. It was like a sharp electric shock to my pussy followed by a slow tiny long drawn out shock following it. The verbal response I gave was appropriate for it, a sharp gasp followed by a long drawn out moan.

Once the lick was done there was a long pause and I was about to ask if there was anything wrong when I felt another lick just like before, half lightning quick, half agonisingly slow.

Stephanie repeated this over, and over, and over. It was the sweetest torture I could ever imagine. It felt wonderful, but I never knew where the next lick was coming from. Sometimes I would have to wait what felt like hours in between licks, then I would suddenly get a bombardment of licks, one after the other, until I was completely disorientated, and then Stephanie went in for the kill so to speak.

I screamed so loudly when Stephanie pressed her tongue into my pussy I was surprised I didn't wake Triple H. I half expected him to show up at any moment wielding his trusty sledgehammer. Of coarse all thoughts of him disappeared as soon as Stephanie started slowly moving her tongue inside me. The second that happened I grabbed a firm hold of the bed sheets and held on as if I was on some kind of rollercoaster, and Stephanie was suddenly making me feel that way. If this was a rollercoaster, it was the best rollercoaster in the world. The Stephanie McMahon's tongue rollercoaster, that has a nice ring to it from where I'm sitting, or laying being pleasured as it were.

I lost my train of thought when I felt Stephanie's lips softly suck at my pussy for the first time. I hadn't even noticed she had closed her mouth around my cunt, but I was definitely noticing now.

Stephanie quickly established a rhythm. Hard tongue thrust in, gentle tongue exploring, slow tongue removal, soft pussy juice sucking, hard tongue thrust in, gentle tongue exploring, slow tongue removal, soft pussy juice sucking, hard tongue thrust in, gentle tongue exploring, slow tongue removal, soft pussy juice sucking, over, and over, and over again, driving me wild.

It wasn't long before I was ready to cum and Stephanie pushed me right up to the very point of no return, but just at the last-second she slowed down and took me down from my peak only to push me back up again and repeat the process. It was like she got off on sexually torturing me.

Of course this torture was nothing compared to the horrible moment when I felt her tongue leaving my love hole and her mouth becoming unglued from my pussy, which had me whining in sadness and frustration.

"Mickie, can you do me a favour?" Stephanie asked.

I looked down at her and saw her staring up at me, her face covered in a liquid which could have only been one thing, my juices. I can't believe that's my juices on Stephanie McMahon's face. She looks so incredibly hot like that and I almost forget her question, but I'm quickly reminded of it by a look from her.

"Anything." I said.

And I mean it. This has nothing to do with my job or even my bi curious desires anymore. This is about one thing and one thing only, my pure need to cum and my willingness to do anything to satisfy my need.

"Can you wrap your pretty legs around my head? I just love to feel a woman's legs wrapped around my head and squeezing me as I eat her beautiful pussy." Stephanie asked lustfully.

I'm bowled over by the request, and not just the request itself but how it is asked. The request just strikes me as so erotic for some reason, and to hear Stephanie McMahon say it with such shameless lust for me and my body completely blew my mind.

"Is that ok Mickie?" Stephanie asked, the tiniest hint of doubt in her voice.

It was the first time I'd heard any type of doubt from her. I guess she's worried I might become too overwhelmed with this situation and I may leave. Well, I'm already overwhelmed, but I certainly have no intention of leaving.

"Ok." I said.

"Good girl." Stephanie said smiling, before returning to my needy pussy.

As soon as her mouth attached itself to my cunt again I wrapped my legs around her head, gently at first, after all the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, but as the tongue lashing I was receiving continued I tightened my grip around her head until I was clutching to her head like a vice.

I just couldn't help it, it felt so good.

The moment my legs were wrapped around her head Stephanie began to further show off her oral talents, adding tongue twirling and clit attacking to her already impressive repertoire.

When her tongue was as deep into my pussy as it would go she would begin twirling it rapidly left, right, left, right, right, right, left, left, right, and so on, constantly keeping me guessing which way she would twirl her tongue next, and considering she was moving that twirling tongue up, down, left, right and around my cunt already it was amazing I didn't pass out from the pleasure.

Whenever she wasn't torturing my pussy with her tongue she was attacking my clit, slamming it this way and that, closing her mouth pacifically around it and concentrating on, before returning her attention back to my pussy as a whole.

And whenever she wasn't torturing my pussy with her tongue or attacking my clit she was sucking the life out of me. Her mouth felt like someone had attached a vacuum cleaner to my cunt or something.

As if I wasn't already in a sea of pleasure Stephanie's hand slid up my sides to my boobs when she grabbed two handfuls and began tweaking my nipples again, harder than before but not hard enough to cause me anything but pleasure.

The added stimulation to my nipples drove me towards what must have been possible climax number 165. Despite the earlier feeling that I would die if I didn't receive a climax I now seem to be in a vegetable state of endless pleasure and in many ways I no longer cared if I never came again but there was this nagging voice in the back of my mind when I did eventually cum there was going to be a hell of a build up and maybe the pleasure I was feeling now was worth risking for the pleasure I might feel when I cum.

My mind battled back and forth as I tried to make up my mind whether or not I wanted to cum, but before I could make up my mind the decision was made for me.

As I reached my peak this time Stephanie did not slow the pace of her oral worship of my pussy, choosing instead to suddenly crank her abilities and technique up to eleven, her tongue twirling around like crazy as it was jack-hammered in and out of me, her mouth sucking away at my pussy as if she was possessed.

I wasn't even given enough time to properly realise what was happening before I crashed over the edge, and by crash, I mean a huge exploding crash which hit me like a knockout blow. Before it was even over I was hit by another, and then another, and then another. My body became numb and my mind was so weak at this point I almost didn't notice when Stephanie removed her hand from my right breast, slowly brought it down until it was level to where her mouth and tongue were fucking me so wonderfully, before shoving a couple of fingers into my cunt to join her tongue. In fact I probably wouldn't have noticed it if it wasn't for the orgasm that followed. The same could be said when she removed those fingers and slowly slid them into my ass.

I soon lost count of how many orgasms Stephanie gave me and just let myself slip back into a vegetable state of endless pleasure, only this vegetable state was far better than the one I'd been in before. It was like before I had been in heaven but now I was in seventh heaven or something. But as wonderful as it was it completely drained me so that when Stephanie finally stopped I could do absolutely nothing to stop her from removing my legs from around her head, which had once had a vise like grip before they had practically turned to jelly, and removed her face from my pussy. I didn't want her to stop but I couldn't prevent her from doing so. I could do nothing as she kissed her way back up my body, taking some extra time to torture my boobs again before reaching my face. As soon as we were eye level she kissed me passionately, shoving her tongue into my mouth and forcing me to taste myself.

I had thought I was out for the count but tasting myself on her lips seem to invigorate me and I was soon kissing her back, although it did take me a while to awake myself enough to return the level of passion she was giving me. As if she was able to sense when I was back to full strength, or close enough, she broke the kiss and moaned softly.

"God you're a sweet one." Stephanie growled at me, "I'd just love to add you to my regular diet."

She said that so wantonly I feel my previously well satisfied pussy shoot to life again at the thought of becoming part of her regular diet. Images filled my head of Stephanie keeping me in her mansion as some kind of piece of meat which she would eat whenever the mood struck her.

"And what about you, did you like that?" Stephanie asked, smiling at me cockily.

It was so beyond good I didn't even have the words, although that was in more ways than one because in my current state I didn't know if I even had the strength to speak so I just nodded in response.

"Good." Stephanie said, before becoming more serious, "Now, are you ready to return the favour?"

After what she had just made me feel how on earth could I refuse?

I still couldn't say anything at that point but I did manage to nod again which was good enough for her.

"Good girl." Stephanie beamed, as she rolled us so that she was now on her back and I was on top of her.

A feeling of nervousness swept over me but Stephanie gently grabbed my cheek and brought us face-to-face.

"Look, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, but honestly I've never been with a girl who didn't love pussy from the moment she tasted it, and I think if you give it a chance you'll love it too. I certainly did. So did all of them." Stephanie said, indicating to her scrapbook which was now laying on the dressing table, "Believe me, you'll love it. And don't worry, I'll guide you if you need it, but believe me once you get started you'll just know what to do. It's just a natural instinct girls have when it comes to eating pussy. Which is because no matter what anyone tells you, a girl going down on another girl is just natural, what nature intended. So Mickie, are you willing to let nature take its course?"

I allowed a brief moment to push my nerves aside before nodding.

"Good girl." Stephanie said, before relaxing back into the bed, obviously getting comfortable, "Now, get to work."

Stephanie's POV

As I reach out and grasp the door handle to the guest room I can't help but feel nervous which is weird due to me having never felt nervous before.

I mean I did with Lillian for obvious reasons. 

I didn't with Torrie I felt confident when I took her.

As for Melina I didn't feel nervous and although I did feel confident the main emotion fuelling our first encounter was the desire I had to take her.

An as for the others I felt all sorts of different emotions but I haven't felt nervous since Lillian. 

I wonder why I am feeling nervous..........maybe it's because I haven't done this since the summer before Aurora was born the last girl I seduced before I fell pregnant was..........Melina. 

Since the time I fell pregnant with Aurora I've just stuck to my small group of regular girls which includes Lillian Torrie and Melina. 




Stephanie Doesn’t Share



I could have picked up where I left off after I had Aurora and after I got my body back to the way it was of course. However I didn't due to the fact I was not interested in that the only thing that mattered to me was my little girl so I continued to go to or have my regular girls come to me from time to time. 

An then I got back to work and I had to catch up on everything that had been happening in my absense so with that and Aurora I didn't have a great deal of time on my hands to seduce anyone.

Not to mention the fact that all the girls that I had seduced before I had Aurora Paul brought to me and Mickie is the first girl he has brought to me since Aurora.

Thinking about it now I have to admit I have missed this my regular girls managed to pleasure me and i pleasured them don't get me wrong but there really is nothing like fresh meat so to speak and the anticipation before the actual seduction is just as much a drug as the climax pun intended of a successful seduction.

I think another reason why I am so nervous is because I can't help but wonder if I still have the ability to seduce girls in to one of my beds.

Ah well I guess there is only one way to find out.

Despite my nervousness I open the door to the guest room and walk in turn and hold the door open for Mickie who enters the room and watches as I close the door behind her.

Once the door is closed I immediately head over to the double bed able to feel another more familiar emotion running through me excitement.

"You should find everything you need here."

I say doing my best to control my feelings/emotions etc. 

"All our guest rooms come with their own bathroom complete with both a bath and a walk in shower depending what you're in the mood for and as you can see a king-size bed so there's plenty of room." 

I tell her having given this speech countless times before as I turn around and face Mickie.

"You know Mickie it's not that late and I would really appreciate someone to talk too."

I tell her. 

"I know I've asked a lot of you already but do you mind if I stay here for a little while with you?"

I add.

"Sure."

Mickie says after a brief silence.

"No problem."

She adds.

"Excellent." 

I say as I sit down on the bottom of the bed and pat the space next to me gesturing to Mickie for her to come and sit next to me.

"Why don't you sit down and will have a nice girl to girl talk."

I add knowing that I don't need to verbalise my request and yet feeling that if I do then maybe she will agree to do it more than if I had simply patted the space next to me.

Mickie slowly walks up to me and sits down next to me.

"Dam she is fine."

My brain says.

"Arguably the finest diva you've had."

My brain adds.

"Technically I haven't had her yet."

I mentally tell myself which causes me to smile due to the fact that I haven't had her yet makes me want her even more.

I do my best to try and focus my thoughts as me and Mickie start talking like we did back in the limo. We talk for I don't know how long nor do I really care due to the fact that I actually am enjoying talking to Mickie unlike some of my other conquests she is a very interesting person to talk to.

"Why am I really here?" 

Mickie suddenly blurts out halfway through our conversation on the WWE Woman's title and our own personal favourite women's champions.

I can't deny I'm rather shocked by this I'm not shocked by the actual question I'm more shocked that she just blurted it out the way she did.

"I mean why did Triple H want to bring me here?"

Mickie then asks evidently feeling the need to explain herself. 

"Because don't get me wrong I've loved talking to you and all but it's not like we're the best of friends or anything like that not that I'm saying we couldn't be but what I mean is..........we don't really know each other..........and..........I don't know Triple H..........and I certainly don't mind keeping you guys company..........but..........why me?"

Mickie says and asks at the same time it is obvious due to the tone of her voice and the look on her face that she is nervous or rather worried about saying something that will upset me which on the inside makes me smile not because I like making people nervous or anything. 

"I mean..........why me..........why am I here."

Mickie asks again.

I simply sit and stare at Mickie mentally trying to figure out the best way to explain the situation to her once I have figured out how I am going to explain the situation to her I smile a small smile and begin my explanation.

"Why you."

I say.

"I don't know. It's possible that you were the first one he saw or that you were the first one who agreed to come back with him or maybe he specifically chose you for some reason I don't know for sure. You're just lucky I guess."

I take a moment knowing that the next part of my explanation is either going to make the night or ruin the night,

"As for why you're here."

I start off by saying.

"Well before I tell you that I want you to promise me that nothing we talk about in this room leaves this room."

I say not minding if she says no to what I want her to say yes to. However regardless of weather she says no or weather she says neither me nor Paul can afford for what I am about to tell her to get out.

"No problem."

Mickie says. 

"I'm not a tattletale."

She adds with a more positive and very reassuring tone of voice.

"I hope not."

I say wanting and partly believing what Mickie has just said and yet at the same time feeling the need to make sure of it. 

"Because I like you Mickie I really do but if anything I'm about to tell you gets out and I find out you're responsible for it believe me you will regret it." 

I say slipping into my character a little and yet meaning everything I say.

"But I really, really hope it doesn't have to come to that."

I then add.

"Me too." 

Mickie says

"And it won't."

She then adds.

"Good." 

I say feeling confident that I have gotten my point across and now for the moment of truth.

"Sometime ago now myself and Paul were celebrating something or other and we were very drunk and somehow the topic of adding another to our bed was brought up."

I tell her having given this speech before as well. 

"I don't even remember who brought it up although I'm almost sure it was him and I'm also not exactly sure how but I ended up agreeing to try it with him at some point in the future."

I take a moment and then continue on. 

"Basically I agreed to a threesome specifically a threesome with another girl. After that Paul went through a stage where he was hell bent on getting me to live up to my end of the bargain. So far he has been unsuccessful. He's all but given up now but every so often when he gets drunk he'll try and pick up a girl to take back with us. He generally finds he has more success if he doesn't tell them why they're coming with him."

I intentionally stop simply to allow the information I have just given Mickie to sink in.

"So." 

Mickie says finally after a long silence. 

"I'm.......... I'm here because."

"Paul wanted a threesome." 

I tell her.

"Wow." 

Mickie says looking as shocked and surprised as she sounds.

"I hope that doesn't offend you."

I tell her almost immediately after saying it wondering why the fact that a guy like Paul would want a girl like Mickie to join him in a threesome would offend her if anything she should take it as a compliment.

I mean had I been the one choosing our 'third party' so to speak I wouldn't have chosen Mickie simply because until tonight I didn't know her that well however now having gotten to know her she would defiantly have been one of my top choices.

"Oh no of course not." 

Mickie says causing me to come out of my thoughts.

"An I hope you now understand why I had to be so firm with you earlier." 

I add.

"Of course." 

Mickie says.

"So I can count on you not to reveal any of this?" 

I ask her feeling confident that I can count on her.

"Absolutely." 

Mickie says again in a very reassuring tone of voice.

"Good because I'm sure you can understand why I don't want any of this to get out."

I tell her.

"So as far as anyone is concerned you were invited here tonight because I was interested in getting to know you."

I tell her making sure she knows what her cover story is if anybody asks where she was tonight. 

"Which has been fun by the way."

I then add not wanting her to think that I haven't enjoyed her company. 

"An no other reason understand?"

I then ask her meaning that the reason she came home with me and Paul was simply so I could get to know her better and that was it.

"Perfectly." 

Mickie says.

"Excellent."

I say deciding to go a different route to how I normally get the information I want out of the potential 'third party'.

"Have you ever been in a threesome before?" 

I ask her causing Mickie to look at me with a shocked expression on her face.

"I'm not trying to get you into a threesome with me and Paul I swear I'm just curious."

I tell her honestly.

"No."

Mickie says after another long silence.

"Have you ever thought about it?" 

I ask her.

"Yes."

Mickie says after an even longer silence than the one before she answered my last question.

"What kind?"

I ask her curious to find out.

"Two guys and a girl..........or two girls and a guy..........or all girl or all guy?"

I ask her before both me and Mickie laugh at what I have just said however the laughter quickly dies as we return to the subject at hand.

"Two guys and a girl."

Mickie says finally. 

"And two girls and a guy but only occasionally."

She then adds.

"In your occasional two girls and a guy fantasies."

I say taking the time to make sure that I ask each question the right way. 

"Do you and the other girl ever do anything?"

I ask.

"Who..........who said anything about fantasies."

Mickie says.

"Oh."

I say rather surprised by this turn.

"So you thought about it occasionally but never fantasized?" 

I ask her my eyes never leaving her's.

"I've..........I've maybe more than thought about it a few times but I think fantasized is a little strong."

Mickie says.

I secretly smile to myself having a gut feeling Mickie doesn't want to admit that she has fantasises about this.

"Have you ever thought about it when you're in bed all by yourself?"

I ask her.

"Yes."

Mickie says in a meek tone of voice.

"Have you ever touched yourself while you thought about it in bed?" 

I continue on.

"Yes."

Mickie says in response.

"So you've fantasized about it." 

I tell her.

"Yes...no...erm."

Mickie stutters and I decide to help her out by moving the conversation along.

"Have you ever fantasized about just you and another girl?" 

I ask her.

"I..........I've.......... I've maybe thought about it briefly but nothing serious I mean I definitely wouldn't say that I've fantasized about it that's way, way too strong a term but occasionally I wondered you know but I read somewhere that's normal and it doesn't mean anything."

Mickie says or rather blurts out.

"That's right Mickie."

I tell her reassuringly. 

"It's perfectly normal for a woman to think about another on occasion and you certainly shouldn't be embarrassed of you're lesbian desires." 

I add.

"Right."

Mickie says. 

"No wait lesbian desires? I think that's a little strong." 

She says in a protesting tone of voice.

"But you've thought about another woman in a sexual way." 

I tell her.

"Yes...but."

"So you have lesbian desires."

I say interrupting Mickie's attempt to deny the truth.

Mickie doesn't say a word she simply sits where she is which causes me to laugh due to the fact that I used to be exacterly like her in my thinking.

"It's ok Mickie like I said its normal. Almost everyone has at least a passing thought and it's nothing you should be ashamed of."

I tell her once again trying to be reassuring.

"Have you ever thought about it?"

Mickie asks me.

I look at her for a moment having not expected her to ask me this which is weird because almost all of my previous conquests did at some point or another.

"Have I ever thought about being with another woman?"

I ask her making sure that this is what she is asking me.

"Yes."

Mickie says after a brief pause.

"Yes."

I say after a moment of silence. 

"I have thought about being with another woman."

I add which causes Mickie to swallow hard in evident shock 

"Does that bother you?" 

I then ask her simply out of curiosity.

"What no. No, no, no, no, no. Of course not." 

Mickie says now doing her best to reassure me.

"Good."

I say deciding to see how she reacts to me moving closer towards her which is exacterly what I do.

I lean in slightly and whisper.

"Because I haven't just thought about it."

I say pausing intentionally.

"I've experienced it first hand many times and I have to tell you Mickie it's one of the most wonderful experiences I've ever had in my life."

I once again intentionally pause. 

"Don't get me wrong I love Paul but there's just something about another woman. It's like that old cliché says no one knows how to take a woman's body like another woman. And I would dearly love to take you Mickie. I'd like to do so many wonderfully wicked things to you and your body and make you feel things you could have never imagined... I'd like to give you pleasure Mickie mind bending eye rolling toe curling pleasure. But I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do. And don't even think for a moment that your job is in any way in jeopardy here. If you say no as far as I'm concerned this night never happened but that would be a real shame because you're smart funny loving and you've got a hot little body I'd just love to lick all over. Paul couldn't have picked a better choice as far as I'm concerned but I'm going to be honest with you Mickie I have no intention of having a threesome with you and Paul. I'm not interested in having a threesome with Paul and I probably never will. I'm just not interested in sharing him with another girl. And I'm just not interested in sharing another girl with him. I don't share my girls and I wouldn't share you if you became one of my girls unless it was with one of my other girls but I'm getting ahead of myself. First will you allow me to pleasure you in the way you should be pleasured? Will you let me make you feel good? Will you let me make love to you?"

I say and ask her at the same time laying all of my cards out on the table in one go.

Mickie doesn't say a word for the longest time without question she takes longer to answer than any of the other girls did 

"You're girls?" 

Mickie asks finally.

"Yes I have quite the little collection." 

I say deciding to show her one of my most prised possessions as I get up off of the bed.

"Here let me show you."

I add as I go over to one of the bedside table draws reach in and grab a key I then walk over to the other bedside table draw unlock it and take out what I call my book of conquests.

With my little scrapbook in hand I walk back over to where Mickie is sitting.

"Take a look." 

I tell her as I sit back down next to her and open the book and show her a nude picture of my very first experience which was with Lillian Garcia.

"Lillian was my first. Paul was drunk like he was tonight and he brought her home to me. After he passed out Lillian and I were chatting to each other like we are now I told her about Paul's threesome idea and she said she had been with a girl before and it was a lot of fun and if I wanted to try being with a girl she was happy to show me.. I was very nervous at first but Lillian was patient understanding and soft so very, very soft. With her I soon got into it and we ended up making love all night. We've been casually seeing each other ever since. I still like to call her one of my girls even though sadly she isn't really into the rough stuff." 

I say as I flick through the pages until I come to one of the girls who was into the rough stuff.

"Torrie on the other hand loved the rough stuff."

I say while showing Mickie pictures of Torrie. 

"She was my second and she was very, very kinky. As you can see she loved being tied up and spanked like the naughty little slut she was. And she still is a naughty little slut. You see this picture? Now how about this one. I know I can't believe she took that many anal beads up her ass either. And to think she wasn't into butt sex before she became one of my girls. Then again she wasn't into girls before I got my hands on her."

I say smiling an ear to ear smile to myself.

"I hear you and Melina are rivals." 

I then say looking at Mickie who's eyes are locked on the pictures in the scrapbook as I flick through some more pages until I come to the "Melina" section of the book.

"I like Melina especially her ass. Doesn't it look hot in this picture being stretched out by my strap on? You know that's 12 inches long. Melina liked anal sex before she was introduced to my collection of toys but now she's a total anal queen. She wasn't really into girls before either. I guess you could say I've corrupted a lot of straight girls in my time."

I continue to tell Mickie all about my many conquests and show her pages and pages of all the different women I have turned 

After a while we reach the end of the scrapbook or rather the end of my pictures there are still plenty of pages left yet to be filled so I close the book up and turn my attention to Mickie who looks at me as though she has just come back from being in her own little world which causes me to smile due to the fact I can imagine what has been happening in that world.

I then stand up and walk over to my dressing table and put the scrapbook down onto it and then return to my seat next to Mickie.

I wait patiently for Mickie to say something however she simply stares at me and so I decide to take the lead and I reach up with both hands and cup the sides of her face and bring her lips inches away from mine.

"So what do you say Mickie?"

I ask her.

"Do you."

"Do what you want."

Mickie interrupts me.

"Do whatever you want with me."

Mickie then says which causes me to smile.

"In that case."

I say.

I close the gap between me and Mickie's lips and kiss her gently letting our lips brush against one and other to begin with and then adding more pressure as I press myself more firmly against her.

Much to my pleasure Mickie welcomes the kiss and so I decide to go a little bit further and so I wrap my arms around her which Mickie doesn't seem to mind and so I decide to go even further by pressing my tongue against her lips and almost immediately Mickie grants my tongue entrance into her mouth and soon after my tongue has entered her mouth both of our tongues are passionately caressing.

Mickie at this point tries to take the lead or rather push our kissing further however I manage to slow her down not wanting to rush anything wanting Mickie to enjoy every moment of this just like all of my previous conquests did before her. While we continue kissing I notice Mickie's eyes close a sign that she is letting go of all her inhabitations and simply enjoying what we are doing and so I decide to take advantage of the situation and slowly force Mickie to lay back onto the bed and I position myself on top of her after a while Mickie opens her eyes and notices our new positions however she doesn't do anything to change it.

Once all of our clothes are removed I climb back on top of Mickie intentionally pressing my naked body against her's before I give her another long and passionate kiss only this time when I break the kiss I move down to her neck and start to worship that the same way I have been worshiping her mouth causing Mickie to moan with pleasure.