11 comments/ 76662 views/ 41 favorites Ringside Seats Ch. 01 By: Evil Alpaca This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. This story is about two of my favorite things: Lesbians and professional wrestling. And the story is a bit wordy, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. -------------- ---------------------- "Ringside Seats . . ." Part 1 -------------- ---------------------- "Good God, what a shot! That knocked her head clean off! We have One! Two! Three! And it's over! Demonica wins with the Clothesline of the Damned, and Good Girl Gabriel is left laying in the ring!" As Tiffany Thurman, known to local wrestling fans as Demonica exited the ringside area, she was clutching her neck. Gabby, her opponent that evening, had botched a German suplex and Tiffany knew she was going to be hurting in the morning. What made matters worse was that Tiffany was going to get chewed out for throwing a stiff clothesline right after that. It didn't matter to John Wells that Gabby was a horrible worker. She was a hot piece of ass who constantly sucked up to him, so Tiffany was going to be the one taking the blame. But the crowd had been relatively into the match, so it probably wouldn't be too bad. She wandered through the back curtain and into the backstage area, heading for the locker room. She got a couple high-fives on the way from the ring crew and other personnel, and she returned them with a smile. For all the politics and sore muscles and the occasional broken bones, she loved her business . . . most of the time. She, her father and grandfather used to watch professional wrestling all the time. The biggest thrill of her life had been when her dad and grandfather had taken her to the Great American Bash in 1987 to watch the Wargames match-up with the Horsemen and J. J. Dillon versus the American Dream, the Russian Nightmare and the Road Warriors with Precious Paul Ellering. She had been hooked ever since. Now, at the age of twenty-eight, she was an eight-year veteran of the squared circle. She had started working out when she was fourteen years old and had never stopped. She had gotten a degree in physical therapy with an emphasis on sports therapy, but that had just been to make her family happy. She had started training at a pro wrestling school when she was eighteen. Tiffany had been the only girl at the school, which meant she got some unwanted attention. But she felt she was good and that she could make it to the major leagues if she just stuck to it. She had even gotten breast implants when she was twenty-two to help retain some of her "femininity" that might have otherwise been lost due to her rigorous exercise regiment. She got into the locker area and went to wash her hands, then stared at herself in the mirror. Her makeup had run quite a bit in that match. "I look like a depressed clown," she told herself. No one had ever been able to convince Tiffany that she was attractive, even though most people found her to be so. She may have been a little too muscular for some potential suitors, but she didn't care. She washed the black, red and white face paint away to reveal a tanned face, beautiful green eyes and good skin. She let her medium-length brown hair out from the confines of her headband, then started to remove her trademark black leather costume. A couple of the other girls wandered through, but most of them didn't speak to her. She intimidated some and others stayed away because she was often at odds with the guy who signed their paychecks. But some had other reasons. As Tiffany grabbed a towel and popped back into the showers, a couple of girls quickly exited with looks of disdain on their faces. Tiffany could have sworn she heard the phrase "dirty dyke" filter back through the pungent air. "You'd think that wouldn't matter anymore, but still . . ." she muttered to herself. But it was true in a sense. Tiffany had eventually accepted that she was in fact a homosexual. Of course, she had tried very hard to convince herself otherwise for many years back in the day, to the point she had gotten involved with some guys she probably shouldn't have. One of them had left her a present. After her shower, she wrapped a towel around herself and went back into the locker room, only to find someone waiting for her. "Mommy!" came a delighted squeal as Tiffany's seven-year-old daughter bolted through across the floor only to be swept up in her mother's powerful arms. "Hey pumpkin!" Tiffany said, an enormous smile on her face. While her life may not have gone in the direction she originally intended, Sally Thurman was one thing that Tiffany wouldn't have changed for the world. Sally's father had been a useless piece of garbage who had charmed Tiffany's pants off and then disappeared, but she wasn't bitter about it. "Where's Aunt Betty?" "Right here," came a voice from the door. Betty was Tiffany's older sister and often acted as a babysitter. While she wasn't thrilled about her younger sister's choice of occupations, the two were close and both absolutely doted over Sally. Anyone who watched Tiffany in the ring would probably be amazed at how gentle those powerful arms could be when wrapped around that little girl. "Don't worry, we didn't watch the match." Tiffany was still smiling as she rubbed noses with her daughter. Sally had issues when it came to her mother's matches. She didn't like seeing someone punching Tiffany or hitting her with a metal folding-chair, even though she knew it was choreographed. "Thanks. I owe you." "It's not a problem. I love spending time with the munchkin. By the way, Dad wanted to know if you're bringing her by on Tuesday for his birthday party." "Wouldn't miss it for the world." "Are you . . . bringing someone? A date maybe?" Tiffany rolled her eyes. Her family was still freaked out by Tiffany's apparent switch in sexual preference even though it had been six years since her "coming out", but they tried their best to be understanding. But Tiffany had only been on a handful of dates since Sally was born, and hadn't had a relationship that lasted longer than a couple of months. Between taking care of Sally, wrestling, training, and working her second job as a bartender, Tiffany had given up all hope on a social life. And even if she had a spare hour or so, there weren't a lot of people who wanted to hang out with a single mother who smashed people's faces for a living. "No, no date." "Listen, I've got this friend . . ." "Betty, no more setting me up. I appreciate the gesture, but your blind dates tend to go badly for me." "How was I supposed to know it was just a man in drag?" "The Adams Apple didn't tip you off?" "Don't start. At least I'm trying, and . . ." Betty stopped as she got a dirty look from Sally. She didn't like it when people argued, particularly not with her mother. "Oh my goodness, its a little angel!" came a new voice. It was Deborah Wells, the owner's wife. Whereas her husband John was a first-class prick, Deborah was a sweet lady. She was actually only a year older than Tiffany and was quite the hottie, but she was almost as scorned as Tiffany herself. Deborah had been a porn star for many years before marrying John, and that bit of information made her the subject of ridicule around the company. Never mind that she was a business savvy, drop-dead-gorgeous blonde with double-D hooters and a generous spirit. All people cared about was that she was someone they could look down on. It didn't help that she had married someone fifteen years older than her. "Hey Mrs. Wells," Tiffany said. Sally smiled. Deborah was always nice to her. "Call me Debbie, please. Anyway, I guess you know why I'm here . . ." "Let me guess, John sent you to complain about something." "Yeah. I'm sorry, but you know how he is. He wants you to watch the clotheslines. Says you're hitting people stiff." Tiffany looked at her daughter. "Hey sweetie, would you mind waiting outside with Sally while I get dressed and talk some business?" As soon as her family was out of the room, "Damn straight I hit her stiff. She almost broke my neck! Again!" "I know. I think she was trained by the Marx Brothers. Well, I said I would tell you, and now I've told you." About then, a number of other girls wandered in. Some were wrestlers while others were valets. Vicky Smith (Valkyrie) and Jeanna Benjamin (Amazon) wandered over. Vicky was another blonde, leaner than most of the girls and with small breasts, but was probably the fastest and most agile girl they had. Jeanna was a brunette with short, spiked black hair, a curvy body and twinkling blue eyes. Both girls were actually reasonably friendly to Tiffany, and both dropped by to tell her how gorgeous her daughter was. Then they wandered off, talking about going out to the clubs later that night. They stopped and asked a couple of the other girls if they wanted to go, but they didn't ask Tiffany. They never did. 'Who wants to hang out with a twenty-eight-year-old single mom?' she asked again of herself. 'Oh well. It's not like I could go anyway.' Deborah was looking at her funny. Tiffany assumed it was pity. Maybe she realized . . . "Hey," Debbie started, "are you interested in going and grabbing a drink or something? I mean, John is going to be busy with the building manager for a while, so . . ." Tiffany sighed. It actually sounded tempting, even though it was probably just a pitying gesture from the boss's wife. "Not this time. My sister's been looking after Sally all evening, so I figure I'd better go take the little monster off her hands." Deborah smiled as Tiffany finished getting dressed. She let her eyes rest on the strong back and firm buttocks of the female wrestler standing before her. 'That is a handsome woman,' she thought. 'It's a shame she doesn't get more ring time, or gets stuck working with no-talent sluts like Gabby. I think she could make the big time if she just had half a chance.' She felt a bit disappointed when Tiffany was fully dressed. Her husband didn't pay much attention to her in those days, usually because he had just fucked one of his employees or staff. She knew about his affairs, but had convinced herself that she didn't really care. She did occasionally want some company, but most of the people in the company looked down on her, and she knew it. All she really wanted was a friend. But it looked like she was going home alone. Tiffany saw something in Deborah's face that was all too familiar: loneliness. "Hey, maybe next week? Friday? I'm sure Sally wouldn't mind sleeping over at her friend Jamie's house, and Jamie's folks are always okay with Sally staying with them." "Sure!" Deborah returned, almost too eagerly. She hadn't had a night out in a long time, so another week wouldn't hurt. "Cool. I'll make sure I can get the night off at the bar. Shouldn't be a problem since that's a big tip night and there's always another bartender willing to pick up that shift." Deborah penciled her cell number down on a piece of paper and handed it to Tiffany. "Call me when you figure out what a good time would be. I'm pretty much always free." Deborah smiled and walked out the door. 'That sounded so pathetic,' she thought. 'I'm always free. Why not just say that you're a pathetic loser or something else like that?' She sighed, then smiled at Sally who was still waiting for her mom, then headed for home. -------------- ---------------- Several hours later . . . -------------- ---------------- Vicky and Jeanna, also known in NAXW (North American eXtreme Wrestling) as the Warrior Maidens, had been drinking and dancing since the show was over. They were always high on adrenaline after a performance, and tonight had been good. The arena they did their weekly shows in (termed "The Slaughterhouse" by fans) had been filled to capacity, which was about a thousand people. Ever since some of the other California independent wrestling circuits had closed down for various reasons, NAXW had been doing well. They even had some successful tours up and down the coast, and there was talk of putting on some shows in Oregon, Washington and even Nevada. Their Saturday night shows were broadcast on a number of local stations, and rumors had been circulating through the locker room lately that the WWE was considering making NAXW one of their new farm leagues. That would mean greater payoffs and more chances to make it to the big league. John Wells may have been a pig, but he was a charismatic pig. He had been wooing sponsors and media outlets while his wife hired the talent. And for a woman, who most considered to be a glorified hooker, she knew her business. She had brought in attractive and athletic women (some of whom even had talent) to keep guys attention even when the wrestling wasn't superb, but she also had insisted on get input from Hollywood writers who needed a break. Because of that, the story lines for the wrestlers, both men and women, were considerably more polished than they were in other independent leagues. "To riches and glory!" had been the final toast the two women had shared with their comrades before making a break for it. They all knew that their chances of making it big were slim, but the chance itself was something to celebrate. After they left the club, the two women didn't head home like they had told their friends they would. Instead, they drove downtown to another club. As Vicky parked the car, she was feeling slightly remorseful. "Hey, do you think we should've invited Tiffany? I mean, she's really cool and like SO hot!" Jeanna grinned. "She's always got her daughter with her, and she doesn't seem like the type to drag her kid into a bar." "I know. She's a good mother. And she made one cute kid!" Jeanna kept smiling. Vicky adored kids, and she wanted to have some of her own some day. But like everyone else in the company, she wanted to make a run at the big-time first. She held the door open for the blonde girl, giving her a quick pat on the ass as Vicky wandered inside the new club. The door was unmarked. It was one of those places you had to already know about before you could go, unless you were with someone who could get you an invite. Jeanna had been put on the permanent invite list by a former lover, which was good because she didn't have the money or clout to get in on her own. There were a series of darkened rooms and narrow hallways, and there were couches everywhere for people to lounge. More specifically, they were for women to lounge on. The club, known only as The Dark, catered almost exclusively to a lesbian clientele. As soon as the two girls were inside, Jeanna spun Vicky around and planted a sweet, lingering kiss on the girl's waiting lips. "I've been waiting all night for that," she whispered into Vicky's ear. She let her hands slide down to grab Vicky's ass through her skintight spandex pants. "You didn't need to wait," Vicky said, kissing her friend, partner and lover as passionately as she could. Arms wrapped around each other, they made their way slowly to the bar and ordered a couple of mild drinks. "Yes, I did. Can't have people thinking we're a couple of naughty dykes now can we?" Vicky sighed. They had been arguing about this for almost six months, ever since they first evolved their friendship into something more sexual. Vicky wanted to come clean about their relationship with their coworkers, but Jeanna kept pointing out how much grief that Tiffany got for being "out." So far, Jeanna had been winning the argument, but Vicky was becoming increasingly discontent at having to hide her feelings for the other girl whenever other people were around. "No pouting," Jeanna said, running her thumb along Vicky's bottom lip. "C'mon, we can finally let loose!" She pressed her lips against Vicky's and slid her tongue inside. Whatever resistance her girlfriend had thought about putting up quickly dissipated. Jeanna felt those sinewy arms encircling her neck as Vicky pressed up against her. The blonde sometimes took some time to warm up, but she went from warm to boiling pretty quickly. Even as their tongues danced a tango in each other's mouth, Jeanna was looking for one of the many nooks and crannies (preferably vacant) where the type of activity that she was interested in was allowed at that particular venue. Finally, she noticed the bartender was smiling at her, and then the woman motioned in a particular direction. Jeanna followed her gaze and saw a shadowy area. 'Perfect' she thought. "Follow me," she said to Vicky. The two girls hurried over to their spot and sat down on a comfortable couch that smelled of clove cigarettes and expensive perfume. Both women peered through the dim light, catching hints of debauchery in various stages. There were more than a few couples or groups who were almost completely naked. At least the parts that Jeanna could see were naked. Her observation of other couples was cut short when a talented little hand thrust itself into the waistband of her skirt and began tracing the outline of her pussy through her bikini-style panties. 'Yep, she's boiling all right!' Jeanna thought, letting the other girl set the tempo. Vicky was reaching a level of being horny that was almost epic in scale. Ever since their first night together, she found herself counting the minutes before she could be alone with her lover. She started rubbing circles in the silk that covered Jeanna's mound while simultaneously sucking on the girl's neck. Jeanna closed her legs tightly together, making Vicky push hard to squeeze her hand between them. "Don't play coy," Vicky almost growled. "I need you! I need to feel you! It's been so long!" She ran a finger up and down Jeanna's moist slot through the panties, pushing the digit in as deeply as she could against the annoying resistance of the undergarment. "So long? We did this last . . . last . . . last night . . . oh fuck." Jeanna finally spread her legs so that her lover's hand could move more freely again. She felt Vicky's hand pushing Jeanna's panties aside so she could slide her fingers deep into Jeanna's box. Vicky knew right where the sweet spot was and went there right away. She wrapped her own legs around Jeanna's waist and used her heels to keep that girl's legs spread wide. And her free hand found its way up Jeanna's shirt, grasping one warm breast through her bra. And those soft lips trailed kisses all over Jeanna's neck. The dark-haired girl could scarcely believe that these incredible, talented hands had been throwing punches, chops and body slams just four hours earlier. "Do me baby! Nobody makes me feel like you do!" Jeanna pushed down on Vicky's hand, keeping those fingers performing their magic inside her honey pot. And perform they did, as Vicky quickly brought her friend to orgasm. Jeanna's body was quivering with delight and her pussy was trying capturing her lover's powerful fingers. Even after her climax subsided, Vicky's fingers kept slowly moving as they basked in the afterglow. "No one does it for me like you do," Jeanna reiterated. "But now it's my turn." She spun and put her full weight against Vicky, pushing her down into the welcoming comfort of the sofa and lying on top of her, kissing her heatedly. "Beautiful," she muttered. She left another trail of kisses, starting at Vicky's lips and making her way down the girl's neck to her perspiration-covered cleavage. She pushed the girl's smallish breasts together under her blouse, kissing the warm mounds that became visible. Vicky generally didn't wear a bra on these outings, so Jeanna slid a hand inside the neckline and pushed it down until one entire breast came into view. Jeanna could barely see the nipple, but her mouth found it based almost entirely on instinct. She sucked on it lovingly, nursing on it like a child. And Vicky cradled Jeanna's head the entire time, stroking her dark hair. Ringside Seats Ch. 01 Jeanna reluctantly let the nipple go. She'd play with that more another time. She crept down a little more until Vicky's narrow hips were right in her face, the tight spandex exposing Vicky's "camel toe." Jeanna started nuzzling that spot through the stretchy fabric, rubbing her cheek against it, then kissing it and licking up and down the length of Vicky's slot. She felt the moisture seeping through, and Jeanna couldn't help but anticipate her upcoming treat. She wanted to make her girlfriend cum, and Vicky was prone to very wet orgasms. She hoped that the sofa was sealed somehow. She massaged the outer labia through the fabric, watching as Vicky's clutched her own breasts as her upper body squirmed. Jeanna was enchanted by the face the blonde girl made mid-coitus; her eyes partially closed and glazed over while her mouth was slightly parted. Jeanna could almost see the girl's hot breath rising in the murky club air. "Do it, please?" Vicky murmured desperately. "I need to feel it." Jeanna grabbed the sides of Vicky's pants and peeled them down to her knees. She knelt on the floor and forced her head between the blond girl's thighs, with the elastic pants acting as rubber bands and keeping Vicky's legs locked tightly around Jeanna's head. Jeanna remembered when Vicky didn't use to shave down there. It only took a few comments and some long sessions of oral sex before all the pubic hair disappeared, making Jeanna's access to that little slice of heaven much more pleasant. And Jeanna made sure to make shaving worth Vicky's time, every time. She kissed right between those perfect, swollen lips and heard another low groan. She grabbed Vicky's hips, then put her tongue into overdrive. She was licking at the blonde girl's pussy like it was a never-ending ice cream cone, curving her tongue and using wide licks. She nuzzled Vicky's clit with her nose, then flicked her tongue under the hood. Jeanna then sucked the whole clitoral area into her mouth rolled her tongue across the sensitive parts, then pushed her tongue back into the girl's box. Vicky was gasping for breath as her chest heaved. Ever since Jeanna had helped her uncover this aspect of her sexual nature six months earlier, she had become addicted to Jeanna's charms. While far from being a virgin, the twenty-five-year-old woman had never been as sexually adventurous as when she had Jeanna at her side. That talented tongue was diving into her like the drill on an oilrig, and Jeanna was about to strike the mother-load. Jeanna didn't have much warning before the first wave of Vicky's orgasm hit. There was a slight trembling and a sudden tenseness of muscle, then she felt the first splash of liquid on her face. Jeanna licked as rapidly as she could, riding the wave of Vicky's climax. More cum gushed onto her face, but she kept her tongue and lips moving. Vicky's juices were dripping down her lover's face and off her chin. Vicky was grinding her crotch against Jeanna's face, making sure that every single last square inch was shiny and covered with cum. Jeanna pulled her head out from between her lover's legs and slid her pants back into place. Then she lay on top of her girlfriend, and kissed Vicky with the girl's own cum on her lips. "So, did I do good?" "You're the best baby," Vicky responded. Vicky stroked her lover's hair again as Jeanna lay her head on the girl's chest. She glanced over and saw a towel had been deposited on a nearby table. The waitresses and staff at this club were renown for being unobtrusive as they were discreet. Whatever happened in The Dark stayed in The Dark. Vicky grabbed the towel and cleaned off Jeanna's face. "So . . . did you want to . . . you know, hang out again tomorrow night?" "You're insatiable!" Jeanna chuckled, but the blush and forlorn look on Vicky's face indicated that something besides sex was on the girl's mind. "Listen," she said softly, "we'll tell them when the time is right. We'll tell everyone how we really feel about each other. But we need to finish establishing ourselves first. As soon as we make ourselves a major draw in the arena, they won't be able to get rid of us, and we can be as 'out' as we want. I promise, it'll all work out." Vicky wanted to tell her lover that she was tired of waiting. She wanted to tell Jeanna what her heart had been screaming since the first night they had spent as lovers. She wanted to tell Jeanna that she was falling in love with her tag-team partner and best friend. But she couldn't bring the words from her mind to her mouth. So she just smiled a pretty smile and held Jeanna close until it was time for them to leave. ------------------ ----------------- The following Tuesday . . . ------------------ ----------------- As soon as Sally and Tiffany showed up at the house of Tiffany's father, Sally was off and running. She hugged her grandfather and great grandfather, then went to play with her cousins. Tiffany's sister Betty didn't have children, but her brother Kurt had four, and there were numerous distant relatives who had brought kids with them. Tiffany's father (William) was turning sixty, and his wife had decided to make it into a big event. Tiffany's great-grandfather Michael, now in his mid-eighties, was also present. After making her cursory greetings, she found herself on the porch with both men. They were watching the children play some kind of game that had no rules that the adults could fathom but involved a lot of running, jumping and laughing. It warmed their hearts to see it all. "I'm glad you came," William said. "What, did you think I would deny you the chance to dote on Sally?" Her father shook his head. "And I'm happy to see you too. We don't get to see you as often as we'd like." Tiffany looked away. Every day, she felt like she was disappointing her father by pursuing wrestling as a career. Whenever she was around him, she wore her shame like a shroud. "I've been busy." Her grandfather broke out his pipe and started to pack in the tobacco. He was one of those strange old coots who smoke, drank, and would probably live long enough to see the sun extinguished. "You COULD stop by and take me to some of your matches." "Sorry Gramps. I don't know from week to week if they're going to include me in the show. John's cutting back on the women's matches in general, and he's promoting . . . other girls right now. I'm lucky to make an appearance every other week." "Stupid son of a bitch," Michael muttered between puffs. "Doesn't he get it that you're one of the only real talents he has, either on the men's or women's side?" "You're a little biased," Tiffany chided. "Yeah, but I'm also a fan, and I know GOOD wrestling when I see it." "Does that mean you're not pulling in as much money then?" her father asked. Tiffany hung her head. This was the part she hated. "No. But I'm doing okay. Things have been pretty good at the bar recently." That was a bold-faced lie. Even with the help her parents insisted on providing, she was barely making ends meet. Between rent, food, and clothes and school stuff for Sally, she barely had anything left in her checking account. But she couldn't bring herself to ask for more financial assistance. But it was forcing her towards a decision she thought she would never make. "Listen honey, if you need a little something extra, your mother and I . . ." "No, I'm alright. Seriously." William Thurman didn't buy it. He knew his daughter well enough to tell she was stressed, and he knew she couldn't be pulling in enough at the bar to make a decent living. He also knew she wouldn't keep anything for herself. She loved her daughter to death, and she'd do anything to make Sally happy, even if it came at her own expense. Sometimes he wished he had never gotten her hooked on professional wrestling in the first place. But he also had fond memories of his daughter curled up on his lap, watching the old NWA programs or catching up on WCCW out of Texas. She had been SUCH a big fan of the Fabulous Freebirds. He didn't agree with her all the time, but he knew how much wrestling meant to her. How could he get her to let him help her? "It doesn't matter. I'm thinking of quitting anyway," she said quietly. You could have knocked her father and grandfather over with a feather. "What?!?" was William's initial response. "It's no big deal," she said, sniffling. "I mean, the whole WWE farm league thing seems to be 'one week away' every single week. And I'm not getting much exposure, and we haven't seen a talent scout in a while. And I'm getting a little sick of putting over half-wits that wouldn't know a wrist-lock from a wristwatch just because they look better in tights than I do." Tiffany was gripping the rail with trembling hands. "I found out yesterday that I've been pulled from the Los Angeles card. Seems John wants a 'masked midget match' to make the crowd laugh. I mean, John Wells is good at promoting the product, but I don't think he respects it or appreciates it they way he should, and I'm tired of it. I'm tired of getting passed over so he can push girls he 'likes' over girls who can actually go. I'm tired of giving up on having a social life so that I can NOT get used at the last minute." Tiffany realized she was beginning to rant, but she couldn't stop herself. "I'm tired of missing out on my daughter's life and pawning her off on my family because I keep waiting for an opportunity that's never going to happen, and I'm tired . . . I'm just so tired . . ." Tiffany's father quickly moved to his little girl's side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. "I'm sorry Dad," she muttered, tears in her eyes. "It's your birthday. I didn't mean to ruin the mood." "You aren't ruining anything. I just wish you had told me what was going on sooner. I know you're too damn proud to ask for it, but we're family, and we'll help you as much as we can." "But you shouldn't have to! Betty and Kurt are both supporting themselves. You're not always going to be around to bail me out." Michael Thurman slowly made his way to his feet and walked over to them, leaning his good hip against the porch railing. "You're not Betty," he pointed out. "You're not Kurt. You're not your father, your mother and you're not me. You're Tiffany Thurman, toughest girl I ever knew. Remember when you first started training? Do you remember that first day you went to that rat's-nest wrestling school?" Tiffany snickered. It had been a hole in the wall operation, but it had been a start. "Yeah. Dad was so mad at me that he wouldn't drive me or lend me the car, so you came and picked me up." She felt her father's arms tighten around her. "I came and picked you up afterward too and you were so damn excited. Ya kept babblin' on about how you had been learnin' to fall. I made some kind of joke about how most people already knew how to fall down. You stuck your tongue out at me. But do you remember what you said about what you wanted? You said you wasn't gonna stop until you saw your name in lights at Madison Square Garden. Swore up and down it was gonna happen some day. Never seen you as excited as you were at that moment." He put his hand on her shoulder. "You're a great girl and you're a great mother to that daughter of yours. And I don't think that when she's all grown up that she's going to be happy that you gave up your dreams for her convenience." "But my dreams aren't going to be able to put her through college," Tiffany replied. "They're not going to pay for her visits to the doctor, and they're not going to help buy her first car. You need cash for that, and . . . and more of it than I have." "Sweetheart . . ." her father started to say. "Mommy, look at what Bobby and Charlie made for me!" Sally had come rushing up, and Tiffany hurried to wipe her eyes before turning to her daughter. It was some sort of wreath-like object made of flowers and weeds that some of her younger relatives had pulled out of the front yard. Tiffany wasn't sure what it was for, but Sally seemed to think it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. She put it on her mother's head when she was swept up in those powerful arms. Tiffany saw that her father obviously had something he wanted to say, but he refrained. He knew the rules: no arguing in front of Sally. They were rapidly joined by other kids and their parents and relatives, and the conversation was dropped. ----------------- ------- That Friday . . . ----------------- ------- Tiffany was going through her moves at half-speed. She was scheduled to do a job for some bleached-blonde tart named Vixen. Her real name was Marcia Levinson, and she was another of John Well's new acquisitions. With the decision to quit still weighing heavily on her head, she had decided to fill out her current string of obligations before making it official. Vixen was a newcomer to the organization, and while she may have been a potential puppet of the owner, she actually seemed to care about what she was doing and was trying hard to learn. Tiffany wished she could put more energy into the practice, but she just couldn't manage it. She was just trying to make sure that they had the moves down enough that she didn't get killed. It would suck to suffer a career-ending injury just before she planned on ending her career. After the session was over, Marcia still looked nervous. It was her first big match, and she was still confused as to why she was getting a break so early on. Tiffany didn't have the heart to tell her it was because she looked good in the pants that John Wells wanted to get into. She'd figure that out soon enough. John didn't bypass his wife to hire someone unless he had an ulterior motive. Tiffany gave Marcia a few more tips, trying to be encouraging. Then she headed to the showers. When Tiffany was clean and dressed, she found a guest waiting for her, but it wasn't her daughter this time. "Hey, forget about drinks tonight?" Deborah asked. Tiffany slapped her hand against her forehead. "Oh shit, I'm sorry! I completely forgot. I mean, Sally's staying at her friend's house tonight . . . I just forgot to call you. Sorry, I've had a lot on my mind." Deborah looked a little dejected. "That's okay. I just wanted to get out of the house. If you'd rather cancel . . ." "No, that's okay. I'm not really dressed for anything fancy though." Tiffany couldn't help but notice how nicely Deborah was dressed. She was wearing a little black dress with a low-cut neckline that exposed a good amount of the woman's substantial cleavage. She had what Tiffany referred to as "stripper's tits," meaning they were perfectly formed, large as volleyballs and were completely man-made. But Tiffany wasn't in a position to be judgmental, as she had received breast augmentation herself, though not to the same extent. She had her makeup perfectly applied. 'I can barely put lipstick on right. How does she do it?' Tiffany thought. "Oh this?" Deborah asked, looking at her outfit. "I've been looking for a reason to wear this, and any reason would do. How about the Park Place Grill? They've got some good drink specials." "God, I haven't been there in . . . in like forever. Sure, that sounds good." Tiffany grabbed her bag. As Deborah held the door open for her, she couldn't help but notice how nice the woman smelled. "So, where's John?" "He's down in Los Angeles getting things ready for the show. Looks like we've already got a good crowd lined up." When they got out to the parking lot, Deborah headed to her car. "Hey, wanna just ride with me? No need to take two cars." "Sure," said Tiffany, already feeling a little weird. "You'll have to let me know how the L.A. show goes." Deborah stopped as she opened the passenger-side door and stared. "Why? Aren't you . . ." It was Tiffany's turn to look confused. "Didn't you . . . didn't John tell you? I got pulled from the show. I wrestle tomorrow and next week, but that's it." "Bullshit! That jackass!" Deborah almost shouted, then looked around to see if there was anyone else who had heard her. "Don't worry, I'll talk to John. I don't know WHAT that man is thinking. You're better than any of the other girls except maybe . . . MAYBE . . . Francine, and you're a more solid performer than most of the guys. I'll get you back on the program." They climbed into the car, and Tiffany decided it was time to break the news. "Don't bother. I'm quitting in a few weeks anyway." As quickly as the car started, it stopped, with both girls being jerked forward. "What? But why . . ." Tiffany sighed. She figured it couldn't hurt, so she gave the owner's wife the quick run down of the conversation she had with her father and grandfather. Much to Tiffany's satisfaction, Deborah actually let her get through the entire thing before saying anything. As she started up the car, Deborah looked over at her passenger. "Well, then I guess I've got the rest of the evening to change your mind." She peeled out and headed for their destination. "First, I agree with your grandfather. You've got too much talent to stop now. Listen, I'm going to tell you something, and you have to promise not to tell anyone else, okay?" Tiffany's curiosity was piqued, so Deborah continued. "Despite his attempts to keep me out of the loop, I still found out some things that John was going to keep secret until Los Angeles. The WWE is sending a bunch of talent scouts to the show. If we get good crowd reaction, they're going to start giving our people developmental deals! We'd have big-time backing from the only big dog left on the block!" Deborah noticed that Tiffany wasn't as excited as she had hoped. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy. You could finally get your chance." "For what? There's maybe a half-dozen female wrestlers in the world that most fans could even name these days. And I'd have to get put back on the ticket and I'd have to be given some kind of match with someone who knows what they're doing and who I can actually trust out there. You handle most of the talent acquisition, but John does all the booking. You know he'll never let any of that happen. He thinks I'm a troublemaker." "You ARE a troublemaker," Deborah said. "And that's one of the reasons I like you!" The two women shared a laugh. ------------- ----------------- A few hours later . . . ------------- ----------------- Tiffany had to admit that she was feeling better than she had in months, or maybe even years. Deborah was a lot of fun to hang out with, and Tiffany learned a lot of things about the woman. She had gotten into porn when she was eighteen because she really liked sex. It was that simple. She had gotten out during an HIV scare about six years after she had started. While she hadn't actually been infected, it made her decide to move on and try something new. Unlike most starlets, she had saved her money wisely. She had met John at a strip-club that she had partial ownership of (and occasionally worked at, just for kicks). He had been quite the charmer, and they had gotten married within six months. He had been struggling with his then fledgling wrestling organization, trying to get it going while also getting his hands into minor league baseball as well as some non-sporting ventures. As Tiffany has surmised, he was a pretty good salesman and businessman. But she had been surprised about Deborah's interest in helping him with the wrestling business. "Actually, that was one of the things we talked about. He saw wrestling . . . still sees it actually . . . as a business venture. He never really was a fan, but he knew potential when he saw it. My father actually used to be a wrestler," Deborah mentioned. "Get out of here!?! Really?" "Yep. You won't have heard of him. He wrestled in a mask back before the WWE or NWA made any plays to go national. He did all the little independent operations, including wrestling in Mexico." Deborah was lazily, and a tad sexily, sucking on her straw, making Tiffany a little uncomfortable in a very exciting way. Then she looked quite serious. "There's something I want to tell you. I think, considering what you're planning on doing, that you should hear it." She leaned forward, exposing that cleavage again and making it VERY hard for Tiffany to concentrate. "My dad and I didn't talk for a long time, due to my doing adult movies and all. But . . . but about three years ago, he called me. Told me he had colon cancer that was pretty well developed." Ringside Seats Ch. 01 "I'm so sorry," Tiffany said, her heart going out to this woman. She couldn't even imagine what she would have done if it had been her father. "It's okay. We made peace with each, which was easier for him seeing as I'd retired by then. He spent the last twenty years of his life working as a shipping clerk at an automotive plant. Not glamorous, mind you, but it was honest work and he was an honest man. We talked a lot about his wrestling days. It seems he was the eternal jobber . . . almost never won a match in his life. But most of the promoters he worked for realized the value of a man who put the product ahead of his own personal glory. He was apparently pretty popular as an underdog until he messed up his knee, because he would do whatever he could to get the crowd going. He actually became kind of famous for being a 'loser.' Then one day, he was scheduled to wrestle for a crowd of about twenty thousand at some big Lucha event down in Mexico City. This was shortly after I was born, mind you, so I don't remember it. But the promoters had a surprise for him. They had a run-in planned to promote a feud, and my dad's opponent was going to get laid out at some point when the referee wasn't looking, and Dad was going to 'accidentally' pick up the win. It was a bit farcical, but funny. When my dad got his hand raised for the very first time, the crowd supposedly went nuts!" Deborah was obviously very excited as she finished this story. "There were over twenty-thousand people on their feet, screaming my father's name. All because they appreciated what he did. I asked him if he wished he had won more matches or been more famous. He told me, 'not really.' He said it was all worth it for that one night when an opening-card wrestler got to be the star of the show." Deborah put her hand on Tiffany's and squeezed. Tiffany found herself flushed, though she couldn't exactly say why. But Deborah wasn't quite done. "You see, my father loved the business, and I guess that's why I love it. It was the one thing we had as a family. And he believed that any wrestler worth his, or her, salt and who loved the business deserved that one perfect moment. Even if they're never the champ or the headliner, they should be able to experience an entire arena full of people chanting your name." Deborah was sitting very close to Tiffany all of a sudden. "You deserve that chance, Tiffany. I'll do what I can to make it happen, but you have to want it." Deborah's lips were very close to Tiffany's. The wrestler's head was buzzing like a hive of bees. She knew that something was about to happen and probably even knew what it was, but she wasn't quite able to put it to words. Deborah's face held a look that was similar to ones Tiffany had seen earlier. There was still some loneliness there, but it was mixed with something else. Longing. Deborah was whispering by that point. "You've got to want it really badly. Do you . . . do you want it?" she asked. Then Deborah kissed Tiffany ever so softly on the lips. There were danger signals going off in Tiffany's head that were as loud as foghorns. They were sitting at a bar at a public restaurant, and her boss's wife was kissing her. And she didn't want the kiss to stop. God, she didn't want it to stop, regardless of what her brain was trying to tell her. The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity. Deborah's lips were softer than any that had touched Tiffany's lips before. She was actually seeing stars by the time Deborah reluctantly pulled away. "Wuh . . . what are you . . . were you . . . uhm, what's going on?" Tiffany was completely off-guard. "I'm trying to seduce you," Deborah said throatily. Tiffany was almost at a loss for what to say, so she came up with, "Is it working?" "I don't know. That's kind of up to you now." "Buh . . . but you're married!" Deborah glanced down at her hands. "John and I . . . haven't been intimate in a long time. I know . . . that he has his affairs. I used to pretend that I didn't care. Finally, I actually STOPPED caring. We don't even share the same bed anymore. Our relationship is pretty much strictly business these days, and even that is strained at best." "So why do you stay with him?" "Business reasons mostly, but also because I'm afraid," the blonde woman said. "My life isn't much, but it's all I have. And I'm . . . I'm very lonely Tiffany. I don't want to be lonely anymore." There were a million reasons for Tiffany Thurman to call a halt to things right then and there, ranging from the fact that this woman was married to her boss all the way to how Tiffany could POSSIBLY explain this to the seven-year-old daughter that she had to pick up sometime the next morning. But not a single one of those reasons reached the part of Tiffany's brain that made decisions. She felt Debbie gently taking her by the hand and leading her back out to the car, which Tiffany dutifully got in. Neither woman said a word all the way to the palatial estate of Mr. and Mrs. John Wells, where Tiffany was led to a luxurious bedroom that was as big as the apartment Tiffany and her daughter shared. All she could do was stand in the middle of the room and stare. Then she felt hands gently brushing her hair aside and already familiar soft lips on her neck. Her body trembled of its own volition as hot, moist breath flowed across the fine hairs on the back of the neck. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Deborah whispered before nibbling on Tiffany's ear. She ran her hands over the wrestler's muscular shoulders. "So fit." Her hands crept around and cradled Tiffany's breasts through her tee-shirt. "It's . . . been so long," Tiffany muttered. She knew that this was wrong, but every kiss and caress made her care less. For a moment the touching stopped. Then Deborah's arms wrapped her up again, and Tiffany felt those enormous breasts pressing warmly into her back. She had a feeling that there was nothing between those breasts and Tiffany except Tiffany's own clothing. She felt Deborah moving around until the two women face to face. 'Yep,' Tiffany thought, 'she's naked.' While not as cut as Tiffany, Deborah's body wasn't anything to laugh at. She was really quite beautiful, and her blonde hair was flowing softly over her shoulders. Those large breasts, the gift of a VERY talented plastic surgeon, were warm and inviting, with large soft nipples just begging to be suckled. The slight rounded but still taut tummy led to rounded hips, tight thighs and the most tempted piece of paradise that Tiffany had ever seen. Then Deborah kissed her again, and Tiffany's hands instinctively found their way around to warm, soft ass cheeks. Their kiss became more heated and more passionate until, at last, the broke it with two synchronized gasps. "It has been a long time, hasn't it?" Deborah said, looking up into Tiffany's eyes. She helped pull the wrestler's shirt and sports bra off over her head, then those talented hands cupped Tiffany's tits again. This time, her tongue joined in, flicking the hard nubs before her lips encircled them. Her hands moved down and hurriedly undid Tiffany's jeans and pushed them downward. Soon, both women were nude, and hands began exploring one another's body. Tiffany just had to sample Deborah's breasts, squeezing them and feeling their weight. Even as she bent in to kiss them, she felt a hand rubbing her crotch. Deborah was rubbing her hand in small circles over Tiffany's pussy, but never actually penetrating. "Maybe we should . . . should lie down?" They made there way over to the king-sized bed and lay on the comforter. They began kissing again, and Tiffany's hand began to return Deborah's favor. Then both women slid fingers into each other's boxes, thrusting them deep and using them to stretch at one another's openings. Then those fingers started moving faster. The two women pressed their foreheads together and stared into the other's eyes as they hurried to bring the other woman to release. For Deborah, it had been too long since she had been with another woman. She had truly wanted to remain faithful to her marriage for the first several years. But she needed both physical and emotional companionship, and her husband had long been neglectful in providing either. But now she had a beautiful, powerful woman in her bed that might be capable of providing both. She knew tricks about pleasing a woman that most people had never dreamed of, and she planned on using them all that very night. She let her fingers sink into Tiffany's body, probing for that special spot on the vaginal wall. With a few responding groans and years of experience she found it, and she directed her fingers to stimulate it while her thumb gently rubbed the woman's clitoral hood. Tiffany felt woefully inadequate. She felt her fondlings were clumsy compared to her lover's more artful maneuverings, but she did the best she could. But when Deborah started nibbling on her ear again, Tiffany realized she couldn't hold out any longer. Her long dry spell was about to end in a big way. "I'm . . . I'm . . ." "Cumming?" Deborah said with a smile. "I'm familiar with the concept. Let it happen." It was sort of an unnecessary suggestion, as Tiffany couldn't have stopped her climax even if she had wanted to. She held Deborah tightly against her as her first orgasm at another woman's hand in over a year rocketed through her body, annihilating all thought and reason in a blinding flash of pleasure. Her pussy desperately tried to capture Deborah's fingers, not willing to let go of those things that had brought her such pleasure. "So," started Deborah, "you weren't kidding about how long it's been?" She lifted her fingers to her lips and sucked on the sweetly, tasting Tiffany's juices. She wanted to taste them again. "Incredible," Tiffany said while panting. "I'd almost forgotten . . . I'm sorry I'm not quite as . . ." "Shh," Deborah hushed, then kissed her lover again. "I used to be a professional, remember? And we've got all night, and I intend to make the most of it." She got up and spun around, moving her face between Tiffany's thighs and kissing her on her vaginal opening. She felt Tiffany returning the favor. Then she felt the woman's broad, powerful tongue sink into Deborah's box and take a long, almost excruciatingly slow lick from bottom to top. By the time that first lick was done, Deborah felt a shudder run through her body. She started lightly licking and nuzzling Tiffany's wet pussy. She would take her time, letting Tiffany bring her to orgasm so the score would be evened, then she would get down to some serious cunt licking. But she was satisfied to let Tiffany work. Tiffany had begun using her fingers as well, thrusting three of them into Deborah's box all the way up to the knuckle. She was pumping quick and hard with those fingers, using her tongue to stimulate Deborah's clitoral hood, the clitoris itself, and the sensitive stretch of skin between the pussy and the asshole. That made Deborah noticeably groan, which encouraged Tiffany to insert a single finger into from her free hand into her lover's backdoor. With fingers pumping at both entrances and a talented tongue teasing everything in the middle, Deborah found herself having an orgasm of her own. When she came, her whole body got into the act, shivering as her muscles tightened as her body moved to expel her cum from her body. "Kind of like riding a bike, isn't it?" the blonde woman asked huskily. Tiffany blushed. "So it wasn't too bad?" Deborah kissed her lover on her sweet nether lips. "I'd say it was a pretty good start." Then she went back to licking and sucking, and Tiffany returned the favor. She lost track of how long they spent locked in that position, but she managed to bring her lover to orgasm two more times. Tiffany's body was covered in sweat, but Deborah could tell the girl was also becoming increasingly frustrated. She wanted to give as much pleasure as she was receiving. Little did Tiffany know how much her simply being there meant to Deborah. "Wait right here," she said, her face shiny with her lover's expenditures. She went over to her dresser and pulled out a couple of toys. "Ever use one of these before?" Tiffany looked at what was in the woman's hands. She knew what a butt plug was, though she had never gone that route herself. In the other hand were a strap-on harness, a seven-inch dildo and a small bottle of lubricant. "You just keep that stuff lying around?" It was Debbie's turn to blush. "I . . . As I said earlier, I don't get much action, so I have to take care of . . . needs . . . myself." Tiffany was sitting on the edge of the bed, so Debbie sat in her lap and wrapped her legs around Tiffany's waist. Around the woman's back, Debbie applied some lube to the anal plug, then handed it to her lover. "I think you know where this goes," she said, lifting herself off of Tiffany's lap just a bit. That put her breasts in line with the woman's face, and Tiffany quickly latched her lips onto those soft nipples. Meanwhile, Tiffany also started to push the plug slowly into Debbie's asshole. The blonde woman gasped at the beginning and the plug met with some stiff resistance. But she had done this sort of thing before, and Tiffany felt the woman's rectum beginning to relax more quickly than expected. "Oh God, that feels good. Now for the next part . . ." She reluctantly got off of Tiffany's lap, causing the wrestler's lips to release one of her soft nipples with a distinctive "plop." She helped Tiffany into the harness and attach the dildo. Then Debbie leaned back against onto the bed and spread her legs wide. "Take me," she said, almost desperately. Tiffany had never been big into toys before, but Deborah obviously was. The powerful woman moved in between the blonde woman's thighs and pushed the device into her lover's crevice. It was a tight squeeze, made even more pleasurable to Debbie due to the pressure exerted by the plug in her behind. Tiffany sank all the way in and came to rest directly on Debbie's body. That was when Deborah kissed her again. "Just stay in me for a minute," the blonde woman whispered. "Hold me. Kiss me." These were all things Tiffany was more than capable of doing. She kept her hips humping a little, getting into this new sensation of filling that talented little pussy with a plastic cock. She woman-handled Deborah's titanic breasts as they kissed. Deborah was having fun giving head to Tiffany's tongue. But Deborah finally had enough of these more gentle touchings. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Tiffany reared upon her knees, grabbed Deborah's hips and went to town. The sound of her hips slapping against Debbie's ass seemed unnaturally loud, and the balls of the dildo were constantly hammering into the handle of the butt plug. The harder she fucked the blonde woman, the more Deborah liked it. And the sight of those succulent tits bouncing wildly as Tiffany drilled her was more than a little arousing to the wrestler. Deborah grabbed her own nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pulling them outward until she gasped. This only fueled Tiffany's desire to fuck the woman's brains out. Tiffany had been with some women she considered attractive before, but none as overtly sexual as Deborah was. She lifted Deborah's hips a little farther off the mattress and proceeded to pound her even harder. "Fuck! Oh fuck yeah!" Deborah began moaning loudly. This was something else she had missed. There was a time for making love and a time for just fucking, and Tiffany had provided her with both forms of pleasure in the same evening. She wasn't a big fan of anal sex just by itself, but having something in her bum while having her pussy filled made the pleasure much more intense. It was something she had learned doing double-penetrations scenes when she still making movies, but something John had never been willing to help her with. And the power Tiffany was showing! Within a short time, Deborah was cumming again, and the sound of her juices sloshing as Tiffany continued to fuck her was mesmerizing. But Tiffany wasn't done. As soon as Deborah's passage relaxed enough for her to move more freely, Tiffany started up again. By that point, she was bound and determined to leave Deborah completely sated. Deborah lost track of time for a while. All she knew was the pleasure emanating from her cunt, the strong hands on her hips and the beautiful Amazonian woman who was having her way with Deborah's body. Orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. John had never cared that much if Deborah was left satisfied, but Tiffany apparently wasn't going to stop until the former porn actress was immobilized with contentment. Finally, Deborah climaxed again, but she was too tired to do anything but lay there and let it happen. Exhausted, Tiffany collapsed on top of her, mashing their breasts together. Deborah wrapped her legs around her lover and held her tightly, kissing her on the neck, the cheek, and finally on the mouth. "You were incredible," she whispered. Deborah wiped some of the sweat from Tiffany's brow. The powerful woman had probably overexerted herself, but Debbie vowed to make it worth the woman's effort, somewhere down the road. "Will you stay with me tonight?" This was another one of those things that Tiffany knew she shouldn't do. But she wanted to the company more than she realized. "I . . . have to pick up Sally by ten in the morning," she said before Deborah's lips silenced her. "I'll set the alarm for eight. That should give us enough time in the morning." "Enough time for what?" Tiffany asked. Deborah smiled. "It has been a long time for you hasn't it?" she asked again, then kissed Tiffany long and slow. 'Come the morning,' she thought, 'I'll show you exactly what I mean.' ------------ ---------------- The next morning . . . ------------ ---------------- Tiffany awoke with a start. "Where the hell . . ." she started. Then she remembered she wasn't in her own bed. She was in Deborah's. She was in the bed of her boss's wife, who Tiffany had sex with just the night before. Amazing . . . amazing sex. She looked around, but Debbie wasn't in the bed, nor could she spot her clothes. Then she heard someone speaking in an adjoining room. It sounded like Deborah. 'Who is she talking to?' Tiffany wondered. Then the thought of John Wells coming home early entered her mind, and she began to panic. She quietly slid out of bed and over to the door. She only heard Debbie's voice, making her realize that the woman was just probably talking on the phone. " . . . you ass!" Deborah was saying. "You know damn well you should have told me about the change in booking! Yes, I know that part is your job, but taking care of the talent is mine. What possessed you to replace your best female performer with midgets? Midgets!?! Seriously, are you trying to drive the company under? You think the guys from the WWE are going to be fooled by your circus act? This show is just as much about evaluating the talent as the organization, so we need to put the REAL talent in the ring! Tiffany is the only girl who can make some of your personal 'acquisitions' look even halfway presentable!" There was a pause. "Fine. Sorry I yelled," Deborah added, somewhat insincerely. "Don't worry about that part. You get butts in the seats, and I'll talk to some writers about a quick and dirty story line we can work on in the next two weeks. I'll see you on Wednesday. Bye." Tiffany hurried back to the bed, but had barely sat back down by the time Deborah came back in. Her heart was pounding at a mile a minute. Her boss's wife and last night's lover had just apparently gone to bat big time for Tiffany. It was something no one had really done for her before. "Hey, you're awake!" Debbie observed, a smile coming to her face. Tiffany thought she looked absolutely beautiful that morning. The fact that she was still naked and her breasts were swaying in the morning sun didn't exactly hurt things at all. Tiffany wasn't sure how to react, but Deborah was. She pushed Tiffany onto her back, lay on top of her and gave her a sweet good morning kiss. "I got you back on the L.A. show," she said after a few minutes. "I would really appreciate it if you would just stay on until that. It would mean the world to me and to the other girls, even if some of them are a little too self-absorbed to notice." Ringside Seats Ch. 01 Tiffany was still apprehensive about the idea, but she couldn't back out after Deborah had worked so hard to get her back in. "Okay, I'll do the show. Another more week won't kill me." She sighed. "Listen, about last night . . ." ". . . was incredible," Deborah interrupted. "And I don't want it to be the last time. You did . . . enjoy yourself, didn't you?" "More than anything," Tiffany responded, taking a deep breath and swallowing the air. "Maybe it's okay for us to need each other . . . to want each other, if only for a little while. And I figure we have an hour before I need to drop you off at your car." She led Tiffany towards the bathroom. "So that gives us enough time for a shower and . . ." Deborah started giggling as her lover lifted her off her feet and carried her into the shower. When it was all said and done, Tiffany was barely able to make it to pick up Sally on time. ------------ --------------------------- The following Wednesday . . . ------------ --------------------------- "What a fuckin' roller coaster," Tiffany thought, sitting in a small, dimly lit room waiting for an interview. A week earlier, she had been planning to quit the job she loved so much. Then, she had slept with her boss's wife, who had convinced Tiffany to stay with the company a little while longer. On Sunday, she had made out with Deborah again in her husband's office. On Monday, she had been almost half an hour late to work because Sally hadn't been feeling well and her doctor's appointment ran over, and Tiffany had been fired. In their opinions, she had put her concern with her daughter over a bunch of drunk people one too many times. She almost had a nervous breakdown and had called Deborah, saying she definitely had to drop off the L.A. show so she could find another job. With Deborah's husband still out of town, she hurried over to Tiffany's apartment to console her. With Sally there, Deborah had to keep her hands off her lover, which wasn't easy. She still had partial ownership of a couple of strip-clubs, but neither of them needed bartenders. Tiffany didn't see anything immediately available in sports therapy, which was the only other thing she had any training in, and it had been a long time since college. Finally Deborah made one last call. It was for a fairly exclusive club, but the owners had once been involved in the adult movie industry and she had known them pretty well. But that had been years earlier. She knew the club was still there, but she wasn't sure she still had the stroke to get in the door. Luckily, the owners remembered her and said they could use another bartender. It wasn't a particularly glamorous shift. The club was "available" twenty-four hours a day, but the daylight hours were pretty slow. But Deborah assured her that she would still make at least as much as she did before and, with the right customers, could make a whole lot more. Tiffany was concerned about what that meant, but she was assured that it involved people who tipped VERY well to insure their privacy. Deborah set up an interview for Tiffany the next morning and Tiffany almost broke down crying as she thanked the woman. She insisted that Deborah stick around for dinner, even though she was only making mac and cheese. It was Sally's favorite. They watched "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory," then Tiffany sent Sally to bed. After a little bit of kissing and heavy petting, Deborah had gone home. So Tiffany had gotten up early and nervously prepared. She wished she had more time to get ready, since her nerves were pretty much shot. She dropped Sally off at her sister's house, then headed to the interview. She had never been there before, and the building wasn't actually marked. She was escorted to the owner's office where she had been waiting. The owner finally arrived and apologized for his tardiness. He was a gaunt man with hollow eyes and thinning hair. He didn't offer to shake her hand, which Tiffany thought was odd. He asked her about her work experience and training. He even wanted to know about her career aspirations regarding professional wrestling. Apparently, Deborah had told him quite a bit about Tiffany. He even asked her about her daughter, which is one thing Tiffany couldn't shut up about once she had started talking. The owner, Mr. Raymond Russell, actually seemed quite relaxed during that portion of the conversation. "I'm not sure if Deborah told you, but there are certain things about this place that you should know. When I opened this place almost ten years ago, I wanted it to be a haven for its patrons where they could enjoy a drink and some companionship without the judgements and prying eyes of the world outside." Tiffany was confused about something. "I'm just a little surprised to see a . . . man . . . running a lesbian bar." "Don't be," he said with a wry smile. "I enjoy the energy of the place, but I can do without the temptation to participate." He noticed another look of confusion on Tiffany's face. "Ms. Thurman, did Mrs. Wells tell you why she left the adult video business?" "Yes. There was an HIV scare a number of years ago." "And Deborah got out while the getting was good." He stopped to cough. "Not everyone was so wise, and not everyone escaped unharmed. My partner was one such person and, due to a lapse in adequate preparation years later, so was I." "I'm so sorry . . ." Tiffany started. "Don't be." He placed his elbows on his desk and leaned forward. "Mrs. Thurman, life is about living, and that requires taking some risks. My partner took her risks, as did I. Deborah decided to take more sensible risks, and I envy her for that. And I understand that you are taking some risks of your own. It's what makes life interesting. Once, I just liked the idea of hanging out what attractive homosexual women. Now, I live vicariously through them." "How long . . ." ". . . do I have left? Or how long have I been afflicted? I have no real knowledge of the former and not much interest in the latter. I have every intention of holding on to life, kicking and screaming if I have to. I like fighters Ms. Thurman. That's why I think I'll take another chance here today. The job is yours if you want it." Still a little baffled but overjoyed to be employed again, it was all Tiffany could do to nod. "Very well," Mr. Russell continued. "Ms. Thurman, welcome to The Dark." ------------ ----------------- Saturday evening . . . ------------ ----------------- "Man, Tiffany's on fire tonight!" Vicky said, peering out from behind the backstage curtain. The other wrestlers gathered around couldn't help but concur; even the ones that Tiffany was sometimes at odds with. Paul "Mr. Smooth" Sternberg was standing next to her. "She's selling everything Vixen is throwing perfectly. I was nervous about putting a rookie in as quick as John decided to, but Demonica is carrying the match." Deborah was standing nearby, trying to contain her smile. She had talked with some writers and changed the story line again. Tiffany would still lose, but it would be by disqualification. "Demonica" would go nuts and destroy the attractive newcomer with a "foreign object." This would get Tiffany some more heel heat and help put Vixen over. The Warrior Maidens were poised to do a run in and make the save, setting up a handicap match between them and Demonica at the Los Angeles show. Vicky and Jeanna were good performers, and the three of them could put on a pretty good match. She still had the writers trying to come with idea for how to get Marcia "Vixen" Levinson back into the angle. She had some thoughts of her own, but she wanted to mull them over with the participants before making any definite suggestions. She had just been to visit John, who was hanging out with some potential investors. Even he was impressed by the performance Tiffany was putting on, and he was trying to spin it so that his buddies thought it was all his idea. "Shit," said Jeanna, breaking Deborah out of her reverie. Tiffany was "losing it," having just kicked the official in the nuts and grabbed an aluminum trashcan from underneath the ring. She forced the item between the top and middle ropes in one corner, then gave Vixen a hard Irish whip into that corner. Vixen's back collided with the trashcan with a satisfactory crunch, and the pretty newcomer collapsed. That was Jeanna and Vicky's cue. Valkyrie and Amazon rushed the ring and assaulted Demonica before she could do more damage. A few double-team maneuvers followed up by a double dropkick sent the evil Demonica flying out of the ring, much to the delight of the crowd. --------- ------------------------- A few minutes later . . . --------- ------------------------- "Are you okay?" Tiffany asked worriedly. She had thrown Marcia into the corner a little harder than she had meant to. "Okey dokie," the blonde said smiling. "I LOVED the sound though." Jeanna and Vicky had "helped" Vixen back from the ring after the attack. "It looked pretty sweet. There was actually a small 'Holy shit' chant going after that," Jeanna said. It was always good to see someone excited about the show, even if it came at the expense of a shot like that. "Hey ladies," said John Wells as he walked up, Deborah at his side. "Good show. Listen, I got the writers to come with some ideas for Los Angeles. I'll let Debbie here fill you in," he added, not noticing that his wife was rolling her eyes. Vicky, Jeanna, Marcia and Tiffany were straining not to laugh. John wandered off to talked with the investors again. Finally, the women all began to snicker. Vicky exchanged a knowing glance with Jeanna, who smiled and nodded. Vicky looked back at her companions. "Listen, we were thinking of grabbing something to eat after the show. Why don't we talk about things over dinner?" "As nice as that sounds, I've got to go pick up my daughter," Tiffany replied regretfully. She'd always thought a night out with the girls would be cool, and last weekend's outing with Deborah had reminded her how cool it could be. "Bring her along," was Jeanna's contribution. "We can keep dinner strictly Rated-PG." "Are you sure you don't mind?" Tiffany asked. Usually people shied away from outings with children involved. "Nah, it's cool!" Vicky was grinning. "Sally's a cute kid!" "Thanks!" Tiffany was practically beaming. Saying nice things about her girl was a quick way into her good graces. "I'll swing by and pick her up. Where did you guys want to eat?" Then she remembered something, and turned to Deborah. "You up for it?" she asked. She realized Deborah often felt just as left out as she herself did, and she had grown quite fond of her . . . friend. "Sure," Deborah said, albeit a bit nervously. "If you two don't mind?" "The more the merrier!" said the eternally perky Vicky. "That means you too Marcia." The woman known as Vixen grinned. "Thanks, but I've got a hot date. Maybe next time?" "Rain checks are accepted, but must be cashed within two weeks." "I can live with that." Jeanna was a bit nervous about having the boss's wife around, but she figured that as long as she and Vicky kept their hands off each other during dinner, Mrs. Wells wouldn't suspect a thing. ------------ -------------------- Later that evening . . . ------------ -------------------- Over the course of the evening, Vicky had become Sally's new best friend. Sally told her everything that she knew about everything, and Vicky paid rapt attention to every detail, nodding her head and acting as if it were the most important conversation on earth. It was darling for Tiffany to watch, and let her chat more easily with Jeanna and Deborah. It was almost therapeutic for Tiffany. She hadn't been able to just shoot the shit with colleagues in . . . well, forever. But as they were eating desserts, at Sally's insistence, the conversation took an odd twist. Deborah almost absentmindedly turned to Tiffany and asked how things were going at her new job. "Fine. I did training the last couple days, which was okay since I already knew most of the laws and regulations. Found out where everything was . . . including cleaning supplies. Man, you wouldn't believe some of the stuff that goes on there. Just the things I saw when Raymond gave me the tour . . . definitely not the sort of place I could ever take munchkin here," she added, ruffling Sally's hair. The young girl had been deeply engrossed in her sundae and was completely unaware of what her mother was talking about. But Tiffany had to watch what she said. She realized that a "birds and bees" conversation would probably come up somewhere down the road, but she wasn't quite ready for her daughter to have a grown-up conversation. "Where are you working?" Jeanna asked. "A place called The Dark." "God, they have the best margaritas there," said Vicky, causing Jeanna's eyes to shoot open until they were wide enough to drive a truck through. "Jeanna and I started going there for happy hour on Wednesdays, since . . ." Suddenly, the blonde woman stopped talking as Jeanna stepped not too gently on her foot. But the damage had been done. A scowl briefly crossed Tiffany's face, but she struggled to remove it. "Sally honey, it's past your bedtime. Time to go home." "But Mom . . ." "No 'buts' young lady. We have to get you up early so you can go visit your Grandpa." Sally stopped arguing. Every now and the, she picked up on that particular tone that indicated that her mother wasn't looking for an argument, so she dutifully got up and waited to be taken to the car. The other women at the table realized that Tiffany wasn't exactly happy. Vicky was just realizing what she had effectively admitted just a moment earlier, and that Jeanna was going to be none to happy with her for it. Tiffany reached for her purse, and Deborah offered to pick up the tab, hoping to soothe her friend's anger. All that earned her was a dirty look as Tiffany covered her portion and that of her daughter, then she headed out to the parking lot with Sally in tow. Jeanna turned and glared at Vicky, who blanched noticeably under that withering look. Deborah put down her portion and excused herself for a moment, indicating she'd be back. She followed Tiffany out to the parking lot. She saw the woman helping Sally into the car, and moved to intercept before she left. "What's up?" she asked. "What's up?!?" Tiffany almost shouted, then glanced towards the car before lowering her voice. "How can you even ask that?" "So it looks like they're gay. So what? I mean, maybe that everything's out in the open . . ." "Things aren't more 'out in the open' though. They're not 'out' at all." "Well, that's their decision, isn't it?" Tiffany stopped and put her hands on the car, bowing her head. "Every day I hear what the other girls and some of the guys say about me. I'm no teenager, but it still . . . it pisses me off. And all this time, they haven't said a damn thing. They knew what I was going through. All those times I could've used a sympathetic ear or maybe have someone on my side, they just stood by and watched." "Not everyone's as confident . . ." "Do I look 'confident' to you? Deb, except for you, I haven't had a single person on my side in a long time, not counting my family." She turned around, sighed, and put her hands on her hips. "I know it's not fair to expect them to deal with the shit I do just to make me feel better. It's just . . . I realize that being gay isn't like belonging to a union or anything. But they understood . . . and as stupid and self-centered as it sounds, they could've stood up for me just once. Instead, they just fucking hid, and . . ." Tiffany was getting so choked up that she could barely speak. "Hey, I AM on your side. C'mon, you know how scary it can be. And the fact that people give you so much shit probably doesn't make the idea any easier for them. They're making the first step by trying to be friends at least. Just . . . just give 'em a chance, okay? I've been in your shoes. I'm the whore / trophy wife without a clue in her head, remember?" "You're no whore," Tiffany grumbled. "I know, but I'm no saint either, as you've discovered for yourself." Deborah said that last part just to make Tiffany blush, and it worked. "Listen, get your girl home and get some rest. And think about what I said. Do you really want to go burning bridges that could lead you to somewhere better?" She put the palm of her hand against Tiffany's face, stroking the woman's cheek for a thumb. They couldn't take it any further than that, though Deborah very much wanted to. They had their own secrets to keep. Unbeknownst to her, Jeanna saw the entire exchanged from the doorway of the restaurant. She had come out, hoping to talk to Tiffany, but had decided to hold back and not interrupt. 'That's interesting,' she thought as she observed Deborah's gesture. 'I wonder if there's something going on there?' Then she ducked back inside the restaurant. Tiffany left and Deborah went back inside. She decided to let the girls sort out the problem on their own. ------------- -------------- A few days later . . . ------------- -------------- Tiffany was wandering around, trying to get everything in order for the evening shift. She got to work a little bit of The Dark's version of happy hour, which was a pretty lucrative time. Not that she was complaining the rest of the time. The money, even during the slow day shift, was better than she had earned before. And a lot of the women that came in weren't even looking to do much drinking. They either brought companions with them or found one (or more) at the bar, then went to one of the many dance-floors or dark corners to perform whatever activity was appropriate for the location. She was amazed how much sex happened in that club, and one of the evening bartenders had told her that this was the slow season. Once the fall was in full swing, she was assured that she'd see things that she hadn't even imagined before. Tiffany herself was getting hit on far more often than she was used to, and she had to admit it was kind of nice, even if the people doing it were a bit tipsy. But she wasn't sure exactly what her relationship was with Deborah, or if there was any future between them, so politely rebuffed such advances. "God," she mumbled as she was cleaned some glasses up, "you get laid once and you're thinking about finding Ms. Right already." "You know, talking to yourself is a sure sign of dementia," came a familiar voice. Tiffany looked up and saw Jeanna waiting by the bar. "I've survived a long time with other people thinking I'm a little weird. I suspect I'll survive this too. Can I get you a drink?" Jeanna pulled up a barstool. "Don't mind if I do. I'll take a Sam Adams. Do you guys take checks? Credit cards? Apologies?" Tiffany grabbed a long neck and handed it to Jeanna. The woman on the barstool was dressed to the nines, with a low-cut baby-doll tee-shirt and skin-tight blue jeans. "Apologies? For what?" the barkeep asked as she started doing a number of other minor tasks that easily could wait until later. "Do you know what a sixteen-year-old is?" asked Jeanna. Tiffany gave her a quizzical look. "A sixteen-year-old is something I was about eight years ago, and it's someone who wouldn't be allowed in here. So you don't have to treat me like one or act like one." "I'm not . . ." "Relax, I was just trying to be funny. Unsuccessfully, I guess. It's pretty obvious you were mad when you left on Saturday, and you barely talked to us at practice last night." Jeanna had to stop for a moment as Tiffany attended to another patron. "At least let me know what you're so mad about. It's not like we were buds before or something, so we never had any reason to tell you we were gay." Ringside Seats Ch. 01 Tiffany sighed. After vented to Deborah that night, she felt a little foolish. These women didn't owe her anything. But she decided to take her friends advice and clear the air, so she told Jeanna the same things she had told Deborah the other night. "Tiff, I'm sorry. I wish I could say something that would make you feel better but I can't. Yeah, I've seen the way people treat you and talk to you sometimes. But you just kind of blow them off, so I thought things were okay. You never seemed to need anyone's help and you certainly never asked for it. Hell, I wouldn't want to put up with that shit, and I don't want Vicky to have to deal with it yet. I mean, I'm her first relationship with another woman, and she's still having problems figuring stuff out. But from the word 'go,' she's been wanting to tell people about us." An amused look crossed her face. "Promise you won't tell Vicky this? She absolutely idolizes you!" Tiffany was a little taken aback by that statement. "Me? Why?" "Because you're a healthy, athletic woman with a dedicated work ethic, mad skills in the ring and, at the same time, you manage to be a terrific mom. You're everything she wants to be. And she thinks you're hot." Tiffany noticeably blushed. "No way. She's got this whole super-model-good-looks thing goin' on. What would she . . . wait, isn't she dating you?" "In response to that last part, yes. But we're not one hundred percent exclusive. And that doesn't mean that she can't appreciate something good when she sees it. I've never gotten why you don't show off that body a bit more when you're out there in the ring. Your outfits don't do you justice." "That's because I look like a dump-truck in tights." "You can't possibly be that clueless, can you? I've seen so many guys and girls scoping you out that it's un-fucking-believable. People would KILL for a body like yours. Maybe your problem is that you've got it so ingrained in that head of yours that you have to do everything on your own that you're just not noticing what's going on around you. Listen, the support is there from now on if you want it. And the opportunities are there as well. All you've got to do is look. Listen, let's try the whole thing again this weekend. We'll all go out and have a good time. Invite Deborah. She seems pretty cool." Jeanna was obviously looking for some sort of reaction, and she did see a smile play across Tiffany's lips. She was obviously debating the issue. "C'mon," Jeanna pleaded, "you can either hold on to a grudge against people who actually like you or you can move on. You can sit at ringside and watch the fun, or you can climb inside and be part of it." "Please tell me you didn't just make a corny wrestling reference." "Yeah, I did. Hey, you're giving me nothing else to work with, so I'm improvising." "If I say 'yes', will you go away and never do that again?" Tiffany couldn't help but smile. Jeanna was just a little too rambunctious to stay mad at. And she had to admit that if she had known earlier in life what she knew now, she might have been a little less forward with her sexuality as well. "Scouts honor." "You were a Girl Scout?" "No, but I'm pretty sure we can find one and hold her accountable for my actions. Or I could dress up as one . . . " "Get out of the bar." Tiffany was trying not to smile, but it wasn't entirely successful as the edges of her mouth crept upward. "Yes ma'am. I'll see you at practice." Jeanna leaned over the bar and hugged Tiffany. As Jeanna left, the bartender actually pictured the woman wearing a Girl Scout's uniform, licked her lips and went back to work. ------------ ------------------ That weekend . . . ------------ ------------------ It was strange for Tiffany . . . being in a club with all the music and bodies. She was used to quiet evenings at home, reading books to her daughter and maybe watching a little television. But after a pretty damn good show, the girls had headed out for an evening on the town. Sally was having a sleepover at her grandparent's house with a bunch of her cousins and their friends. Tiffany's brother and relatives had all been pretty happy about the idea. Apparently, Tiffany wasn't the only one who had needed a break, and Tiffany's parents never needed an excuse to have grandkids around, even if not all the grandkids were theirs. Everyone in NAXW was pleased with his or her performance. Even the women's matches, which had taken place early on the card, had gotten better than normal reaction. The tag-team main event between Python and Boa (the Constrictors) versus "Lone Wolf" Slade and "Rowdy" Robert had involved a larger-than-average amount of property damage and several "get the tables" chants. So Jeanna, Vicky, Deborah, Marcia, and "Freaky" Francine DeField had all gone out for a late dinner and cocktails. Marcia apparently had another date lined up, and Francine had to get home to her husband, so the other four women decided to try something new. There was an all-women's nightclub they had heard about called The Siren's Cave that they decided to check out. For most of the girls, it had been a good call. The live band was loud, the dance-floor was moving as if it were a single living organism, and there were plenty of hot women to dance with. Deborah had acknowledged her own bisexual tendencies to the other girls, but she and Tiffany had kept their relationship a secret. The other women all had their sexiest club clothes on, while Tiffany was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans and a plain black tee-shirt. The others were out on the floor while Tiffany sat at the table, claiming that her knee was bothering her a bit and that she didn't want to aggravate it before the next show. That was mostly a lie. She had taken a hard spill on that knee, but it hadn't been as bad as she was making it out to be. She was simply nervous about the idea of dancing. It was something she hadn't done in many years, and she felt incredibly plain next to her wilder and more exotic companions. There were a few women who came by the table and asked her to dance but she passed each time, again citing her knee. Finally, with Deborah and Jeanna out somewhere in the throng, Vicky appeared at Tiffany's side. "C'mon, you haven't danced at all! Is the knee REALLY that bad?" Tiffany sighed and swirled her little umbrella around in her beverage. "No . . . not really. I'm just really nervous about next week is all." "Then what you need to do is take your mind off it. And not it the sit-alone-and-drink-fruity-alcoholic-beverages kind of way. I mean, are you having any fun at all?" Luckily for Tiffany, the girl's expression was one of concern rather than irritation. "Yeah . . ." Tiffany steeled herself and reiterated, "Yes, I am. I'm just . . . it's been a long time since I've . . . done any of this. I'm just not sure I'm ready to jump back into the middle of it all." Vicky smiled a weary smile. "Well, I won't pester you but I will say that having fun is a lot like riding a bicycle. You never REALLY forget how." Vicky looked saddened for a moment. "By the way, Jeanna told me about what you said to her. You know, at the bar? I'm sorry . . . really, really sorry . . . that we haven't been more supportive. I'm just so knew to the whole 'gay' thing myself. But I should have said something, even when I thought I was totally straight. People are assholes, ya know? Sometimes?" Tiffany felt stupid for even having brought it up. These girls didn't owe her anything. "I'm used to it. I just . . . get frustrated sometimes. I shouldn't be trying to get you guys involved . . ." "We're involved. From now on, I promise." She broke out into a grin. "So, are you and Mrs. Wells sleeping together?" Tiffany shot fruit-flavored beverage out her nose with alarming velocity. "What?!? Why would you say that?" "Because Jeanna noticed the way you two were acting around each other last week, and then I started seeing how you two are always so cool around each other when John is in the building. It's not the same way you two have been when we've been out together. Don't get me wrong, Debbie is a babe and her husband is a jerk, I just never saw you . . ." Tiffany turned bright red. "I realize I'm not much of a catch, but . . ." "That's NOT what I was going to say. I just never saw you as being that daring. Damn, I thought that I had confidence problems. Didn't Jeanna tell you how sexy I thought you were? She told me that she told you . . . that I told her . . . that's a lot of 'told's. Where was I again?" "Listen, you don't have to . . ." "I'm not just saying that to make you feel better. I really do think you're attractive. Now, are you sleeping with Debbie or not?" "Yes, she is," came Deborah's voice over the din as the buxom blonde sat down, Jeanna in tow. "Well, just the once, actually. Well, maybe twice . . ." "Damn, I was right!" Jeanna practically shouted. Tiffany was shocked. "Deb, what are you . . ." "They're not stupid," Deborah interrupted. "And they're not going to tell anyone. Right girls?" "Our lips are sealed," Vicky said. "We'll see about that," Jeanna responded, pressing her lips against her friends and passing her some tongue. "Not completely sealed I see." "If you want them to be honest with you, then we need to be honest with them." Deborah reached under the table and took Tiffany's hand. "But if John finds out, he'll kill me! And who knows what he'd do to you!" "Not a damn thing," Deborah said. "He'd have a lot more to lose in the divorce than I would at this point. I'm just playing his own game. My 'pieces' are just a lot better looking than his are!" Then Debbie kissed Tiffany. Tiffany wanted to resist due to the public nature of their surroundings, but Deborah had a passion in her that wasn't to be denied by simple reason. When the kiss broke, Tiffany realized she was blushing again. The fact that Jeanna and Vicky were getting hot and heavy right across from her wasn't helping matters. "Listen, I'd better be going. I have to get up early . . ." "No you don't," said Deborah, looking mildly vexed. "You already told me you don't have to pick up Sally until tomorrow afternoon. You need a night of fun . . . and John took off for Los Angeles right after the show," she added running a hand up the inside of Tiffany's leg until it reached . . . "Woah!" Tiffany said. "Deb! Look at where we are!" "Good point." Deborah looked over at their comrades. "Hey, the old man is out of town and we've got a pool. Anyone want to go for a swim?" "Skinny dipping! Yay!" squealed Vicky, reaching for her purse. "No! Wait!" Tiffany protested. "All in favor," Deborah responding, grinning evilly. "Aye!" Three hands shot up in the air. "Opposed?" Tiffany started to raise her hand, only to have it grabbed by Vicky who pulled her towards the door. "No opposition!" the blonde girl said as she dragged the stronger girl outside. "Tiff, you know where I live. I'll take Jeanna and you can drive Vicky," Deborah was saying as the other two women got into her car. "See you there." 'Dammit!' Tiffany thought. She had planned on skipping out and giving her friend a call when she got home. Apparently, Debbie had anticipated that. Tiffany turned and saw Vicky standing there, smiling good-naturedly and looking far sexier than she had any right to. ------------- ------------------- At Deborah's house . . . ------------- ------------------- By the time Tiffany and Vicky arrived at "Casa de Deborah," Debbie and Jeanna were already as naked as the day they were born and splashing in the large backyard pool. Vicky was stripping and tossing clothes all the way from the sliding glass door that led to the pool area until she jumped into the pool. Tiffany kicked off her boots and socks, choosing to relax by letting her legs hang over the edge into the water. She had to admit that it felt kind of nice. "C'mon in!" Deb said as she floated to the surface, her sizeable breasts floating like buoys. "The water's perfect!" "In a bit," Tiffany responded. She lay back and enjoyed the soothing coolness of the water on her feet. Then she felt someone rubbing her feet. She sat back up and saw Vicky floating there, rubbing her feet. "You looked like you needed this," she said, continuing her foot massage. "You don't have to . . ." "I want to," Vicky interrupted. "Don't take offense, but you seem to have problems relaxing and letting loose." Tiffany sighed. "The last time I 'let loose,' I started down the path of single-motherhood. I love my daughter, but I think that getting wild isn't really for me." "I don't think you have to worry about getting pregnant tonight." Vicky moved on to the other foot. "Listen, what's up with you and Deb? Is it serious? If you don't mind my asking." "I . . . I really don't know. She's been a really good friend lately, but . . . I don't know if can really go anywhere. I don't know if she wants it to. What about you and Jeanna?" she asked, suddenly wanting to change the focus of the conversation. "Pretty serious, I think. She's nervous about going public . . . Sorry, I didn't mean to bring that up again. She keeps encouraging me to explore my options a bit, and we've taken a couple girls home with us, but I always seem to wind up alone in bed with her, and . . . and I like that part." Tiffany blushed. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like if she had been able to keep living the more liberated lifestyle of her companions. Vicky moved her hands up to start working Tiffany's calves. "You know, this would be MUCH easier if you were naked." 'What's the harm?' Tiffany thought. She was drawing more attention to herself by staying clothed anyway. She slid her pants off and tossed them aside, and Vicky climbed out of the pool and went back to work on massaging Tiffany's legs as the older women finished getting undressed. Across the pool, Jeanna saw what was going on and grinned. Deborah saw that smirk. "What's going on?" "It seems Vicky is working her magic. The first time we were together, she seduced me without even realizing that she was doing it." The two women still in the pool had actually discussed Deb's and Tiffany's relationship the previous week. Deb was more than happy to share her new friend with the right people, and both of them had been hoping Tiffany might warm to the idea. And Vicky's stunning good looks and good nature seemed to be thawing the ice. Tiffany tried to fight it, but Vicky's hands were making her feel very much relaxed. Actually, they were making her feel tingly in places she'd rather not. "That was nice," she said starting to sit up. Vicky pounced onto Tiffany's lap and pushed her shoulders back to the ground. Those hands found their way to Tiffany's firm breasts. "If you thought that was nice, how does this feel?" She squeezed those mounds of flesh, then kissed each nipple. "What . . ." "Damn, it looks like Vicky started without us!" Jeanna said, paddling over. "I told you Tiff, ever since she got a taste for women, she's been lookin' to sink her teeth into you!" "Jeanna!" It was Vicky's turn to blush, though her hands kept squeezing the powerful woman's tits. Then she lay her body down on Tiffany's, pressing warm wet flesh together as their lips grew closer together. "I . . . I . . . Deb . . ." Tiffany said weakly before a kiss cut her off. When Vicky's lips vanished (though the faint taste of chlorine lingered), Deborah's lips came out of nowhere to take their place. Vicky's mouth found its way onto one of Tiffany's breasts, while Jeanna knelt next to her and squeezed her girlfriend's buns. This caused Vicky to press her mound hard against Tiffany's, and both girls let out involuntary gasps. "Yes?" Deborah said when their kiss ended. "I think . . . they're trying to seduce me." Deborah giggled. "Is it working?" Tiffany gave in, grabbing Vicky's head and holding it against her breast while latching her own lips onto Deb's larger fun-bags. She sucked on Deborah's soft nipple for a moment before releasing it. "I think so." "Weee!" said Vicky, sliding down Tiffany's body until her head was between those powerful thighs. She immediately went about gratifying her thirst, sending her pink tongue down the hole. "Oh fuck!" Tiffany moaned. "Don't mind if I do," Jeanna joked as she snaked a hand between Deborah's legs and rubbed that woman's mound in fast circles. Deborah leaned back and thrust her hips forward, fucking Jeanna's hand. All Vicky cared about was eating Tiffany until she exploded. Tiffany's legs were pressed together on either side of the younger woman's head, and Vicky felt-up those powerful thighs while her tongue worked its magic. 'God, these are powerful!' she thought, stroking those long muscles. 'She could kill someone with these if she squeezed hard enough. Now THAT'S an idea.' While relatively new to girl-on-girl sex, Jeanna had helped Vicky picked up on some tricks. She thrust two fingers into the lower portion of the woman's slot, thrusting rapidly as she used her lips to apply pressure to the inner labia. Her other hand was being used in masturbation. She lifted her hips off the ground and was fingering away frantically. Jeanna saw Vicky as she was trying to relieve the sexual pressure building in her body. She whispered something into Deborah's ear, and the blonde woman smiled. They moved down until they were on either side of Vicky. They got her to spread her legs as wide as she could, then they swatted her hand away and both women inserted one of their own. While Deborah rubbed their victim's mound and toyed with her clit, Jeanna got down and pushed a finger into that tight little box, looking for that spot she knew so well. She also tickled Vicky's asshole with her tongue, dancing lightly across that sensitive backdoor. The combined attentions of two women near her crotch drove Vicky into a sexual frenzy. She was licking, sucking and almost snarling like and animal. She stuck her tongue and lips into Tiffany's cunt and shook her head rapidly from side to side, then lapped up the middle like a dog. Tiffany was at a loss for what to do except succumb to the pleasure the younger woman was bringing. She rested her hands on Vicky's head as that woman's mouth ravished her crotch. While Vicky wasn't as experienced as Deborah at the oral arts, she was definitely making up for it with enthusiasm. While Vicky had started earlier in her oral endeavors, she was unable to get Tiffany off before the combined forces of Deborah and Jeanna did their damage. Her hips quivered and quaked, and she buried her face into Tiffany's crotch as she moaned in delight. Her body became a single solid muscle as she experienced a terrific orgasm. "Good God!" Deborah exclaimed as the first gush of girl-jizz erupted from Vicky's body. "You weren't kidding!" Jeanna smiled. "I told you that she came wetter than anyone I've ever known." Her hand stroked Vicky's now-soaked slot a few times as the girl's sexual high ended. And she can do it all night long. Deborah lay on her back and scooted into the puddle of cum that had accumulated under Vicky's nether region. Jeanna pulled up on the girl's hips so Deborah could scoot all the way under. "I aim to test that theory," she murmured as she began the second wave of assault on Vicky's pussy. Vicky slowly started working over Tiffany's box again. It sometimes took her a minute to recover from her orgasms, but she didn't want to keep the powerful woman waiting. She started licking slowly, noticing that Jeanna had moved back down and was sucking on one of Tiffany's firm breasts, playing with them and marveling at their construction. She used her own talented mouth to suckle on those nipples. Tiffany couldn't escape the pleasure, even if she had wanted to. This was the first time she had been involved in sex with multiple partners, and she was unused to being stimulated from more than one angle at the same time. Jeanna was like a leech, attaching her lips to one of Tiffany's tits and not relinquishing their grip until Jeanna was satisfied. But it was Vicky's tongue that finally did the trick, as Tiffany's thighs pressed harder against the sides of the girl's head as Tiffany had her own orgasm. It wasn't as thunderous as Vicky's had been, but it suited Tiffany just fine. Ringside Seats Ch. 02 This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. This story is about two of my favorite things: Lesbians and professional wrestling. -------------- ---------------------- It was far and away the biggest crowd that Tiffany had ever performed in front of, and she thought she should be more nervous. But she wasn't. She had been planning on quitting outright just a few weeks earlier, so it was almost as if she had nothing to lose. Working a two-on-one match was incredibly tiring, since she didn't have a partner to carry her part of the match. Tiffany Thurman was beginning to love professional wrestling again. After a disheartening year or so working for someone who thought of the industry as just another business venture rather than having any emotional investment in it, things had turned around for the twenty-eight year old single mother. Getting in bed, both literally and figuratively, with the boss's blonde-bombshell of a wife had been the first step towards her intellectual recovery. Finding friends who ALSO happened to be lesbians, much to Tiffany's surprise, like Vicky and Jeanna had been another boon. They were the ones she was working the program with at that moment. The NAXW (North American eXtreme Wrestling) was putting on it's first show in neighboring Los Angeles in front of a crowd of several thousand people. Tiffany, known to local wrestling enthusiasts as Demonica, had been involved in a story line feuding with the Warrior Maidens (Vicky "Valkyrie" Smith and Jeanna "Amazon" Benjamin) after an "unprovoked" attack on Marcia "Vixen" Levinson. NAXW had a limited television audience on local stations throughout California, so Deborah Wells, the boss's wife and Tiffany's part-time lover, had helped come up with something for her friend. Tiffany had actually been written off the show, but Debbie had gone to bat for the pleasantly muscled wrestler, and Tiffany was trying to prove that to be a wise decision. Unfortunately, she had just been put through a wooden table in a double-team powerbomb maneuver. Normally that wouldn't have been a problem, but some dipshit in the ring crew had put an uncut table where the cut table was supposed to be. The table hadn't given way very easily and she had landed on the metal crossbar, so Tiffany had been working with a bad back for a couple of minutes. Luckily, the swirve was coming up. Vixen had come out to ringside, supposedly to watch as her former attacker was victimized by the two faces. But when the referee was out of position, Vixen attacked Valkyrie to a chorus of boos, hitting the "unsuspecting" woman with a steel chair, then passing that chair to Demonica when Amazon came over to see what was going on. One swift chair shot to the back and the match was over. Vixen got into the ring with a microphone and started a rather sultry rant about how she had learned what real power was, and it wasn't from crowd-pleasing suck-ups like the Warrior Maidens. Women like Demonica had REAL power, so Vixen wanted to be more like her. Tiffany was pleased with the woman's speech. She was still rough around the edge when it came to the maneuvers, but she was getting better at developing her character. And the crowd was booing, which was always a good sign from the heel's point of view. ------------- --------------------- In the backstage area . . . ------------- --------------------- "Are you okay?" Deborah was asking as a trainer looked over Tiffany's back. "I should be," Tiffany grunted as whatever meat-doctor John Wells had hired poked and prodded her back with all the care of a drunken plumber. Marcia, Vicky and Jeanna were all sitting nearby, trying to remain excited about their performances while not being unsympathetic to Tiffany's plight. Deborah had assured them that the WWE scouts had indeed been watching and would be getting back to the company in a few weeks. Tiffany gasped as one of the muscles in her back twitched. She knew that something was out of sorts. "You ARE going to be able to go out with us aren't you?" Vicky asked. Vicky was a gorgeous young woman with curly blonde hair who had almost literally become Tiffany's disciple in the last week. Ever since she, Jeanna, Vicky and Deborah had spent that incredible night together, Vicky had felt more comfortable around Tiffany and was trying to learn the business from her. "I don't think so," Tiffany said while sitting up, the "trainer" finally admitting that he was a clueless idiot and saying that she should seek additional counsel. "C'mon, we're in Los Angeles," the adorable woman pleaded. "How many times do we get a chance to get drunk in a strange city?" Jeanna laughed. "I agree with her Royal Perkiness here. I'm sure we can find a nice bar with a dark corner you can sit and sulk in." "Don't tease her," Deborah said, looking worried. "It's okay," Tiffany tried to assure her friend. "I take it you've got business tonight?" "Yeah," said Deborah, a little excited again. "We're meeting with the scouts and other suits to discuss the farm-league expansion. I'd skip, but I'm afraid of what John would do if he weren't supervised. Are you SURE you're going to be okay?" she asked again. "No, but I'd be willing to bet on it. Any chance of John helping out me out with going to see a real therapist when we get back to Springfield?" "I'll make sure of it. I'll convince him he could be liable for the mistake made by the ring crew and that he could be avoiding a lawsuit." Deborah wanted to grab Tiffany's hand and give her friend a passionate kiss. She also wanted to go back to the woman's hotel and fuck her brains out, but that wouldn't be happening this trip. Just then, Tiffany's cell phone rang, so Deb handed it to her. Tiffany looked instantly pleased. "Hey sweetie!" she crooned. All the women around her smiled as their friend's voice took on a tone that she only used when talking with her seven-year-old daughter Sally. "No, Mommy's fine. Yes, I promise. Yes you can tell Grandpa. No, you can't pierce your ears. Yes . . ." Tiffany started to answer a long series of apparently random questions, so her friends quietly said their good-byes and wandered off to watch the rest of the show. Deborah wanted to stick around a bit longer, but she had a dinner meeting to get to. Tiffany had been on the phone for a while, but she managed to get dressed while she was talking. By the time she was done, the show was over and people were heading out to their cars. Most of the wrestlers were going to hit the town after a great show. Tiffany was going to go back to her hotel and lay down. Maybe watch some television. On the way to the car, she received some congratulatory greetings from the crew and a babbling apology from the ring crew personnel, which she graciously accepted. She even crossed paths with Lilly Kline, her boss's niece and the new ring announcer. Apparently, Lilly had just gotten her bachelor's degree in philosophy from the prestigious Springfield Liberal Arts College and had been forced by her parents to find summer employment before starting her graduate work. Lilly had made VERY few friends since her uncle had agreed to let her do the ring announcing, as most people agreed that she was an arrogant bitch with a chip on her shoulder who thought she was SO much smarter than everyone else. It wasn't that Lilly wasn't pleasing to the eye, in a severe sort of way, but she was just so hostile. Tiffany had been the recipient of a number of insensitive comments from the girl, so she just avoided eye contact and kept walking. "Good show," she heard from behind her. Tiffany turned and saw Lilly standing there, her face strangely unreadable. "I thought it was going to suck," the girl added. "Sorry to disappoint you," Tiffany said, turning and walking away. She didn't see Lilly putting her face in her hand and stomping her foot, before breathing out and looking skyward. "Why didn't you just kick her in the shin and insult her parents, you brain-dead windbag?" Lilly said quietly to herself. "No wonder you don't have any friends." She turned and walked back into the building. ------------ ------------------------------- In the streets of Los Angeles . . . ------------ ------------------------------- Vicky, Jeanna and Marcia were on their way out of their third dance club of the evening. They were young, gorgeous and had just put on a hell of a show. They wished that their compatriot, namely Tiffany, had been able to join them. Every now and then, people have a moment where things just seem to be perfect, and they had lived one of those moments earlier in the evening. "You gals heading back to the hotel? I'm fuckin' exhausted!" Marcia asked. She was the newest female wrestler with the company, but she was also a hard worker. Much to everyone's delight, she had turned out NOT to be a stooge and a cheap lay for the company's owner, Mr. John Wells. "Nah," Jeanna said quickly. "I was going to take the princess here to meet some friends. We'll catch you when we get back to the room." Then she drug Vicky towards a waiting cab. "What friends are these?" Vicky asked. "These friends," was the reply as Jeanna held out her hand, wiggled her fingers, then slid her hand under Vicky's skirt and stroked her through her panties. "Jeanna!" Vicky yelped, looking nervously towards the cab driver who could obviously see the whole thing. "Sorry," Jeanna said insincerely. "But with girls sharing rooms at the hotel, I figured this would be the only chance I had to get you alone, and I absolutely have GOT to fuck you in the City of Angels," she added, giving Vicky a kiss. As Vicky was reeling from Jeanna's unusually public displays of affection, Jeanna gave the cab driver some directions. A few minutes later, they got dropped off in a "seedy" looking area in front of a store with three X's out front. "You brought me to a porn-video place?" Vicky asked, a little incredulous. "Not just any porn-video place," Jeanna said. "This is Captain Dick's Adult Emporium! They have private viewing booths in the back, big enough for couples. And no one will recognize us," she added, pulling Vicky towards her by grabbing her ass and kissing her again. Vicky rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile. "You really think I'm going to make love to you in the video booth of some sleazy porn shop?" "No, I think you're going to FUCK me in the video booth of some sleazy porn shop," Jeanna replied, rubbing Vicky's mound with her hand through the girl's skirt. All she had to do was give Vicky a little jump-start and . . . Vicky grabbed Jeanna and pushed her against the door of the store and gave her a very passionate kiss. Then she opened the door and shoved Jeanna through it. Jeanna was still grinning. She had gotten Vicky going, now she got to hang on and enjoy the ride. "Why don't you go check out the viewing selection, and I'll get some tokens," Jeanna said. Vicky was blushing as she wandered over to a wall where a large selection of porn movies were listed. When she was distracted, Jeanna grabbed a large dildo with a convenient handle off a rack and put it on the counter and asked for tokens for the booth as well. The clerk, a scrawny man with an acne problem, was trying to remain professional. But it didn't take a rocket scientist to guess what was going to be going on, and his mind was already trying to picture it. He rang up her purchase, handed her the tokens, then sat down so he could reenter his fantasy world. "What's in the bag?" Vicky asked as Jeanna whisked her into one of the back rooms where a scotch-guarded old love seat was waiting in front of an even older television screen. Jeanna stuck a bunch of tokens into the slot. "So, what will we be watching?" Jeanna asked. "Turn it to channel twenty," Vicky said, staring at her lover's ass as she bent over to change channels. She couldn't wait! She pulled Jeanna's mini-skirt and thong down to her knees, then buried her pretty face in Jeanna's snatch. Jeanna moaned happily as Vicky's eager tongue worked its way inside Jeanna's slot. Jeanna found herself staring at a video of a lesbian gang-bang. "Nice choice," she groaned. "Thank you," Vicky said, then went back to licking Jeanna's pussy. She shoved the index finger from one hand into Jeanna's box and quickly pistoned it while her tongue tantalized everything else it could reach. Then she pulled back, leaning back into the loveseat while stretching her arm out and thrusting three fingers into Jeanna's pussy. She watched as Jeanna humped her hand, and Vicky started playing with herself with her free hand. She was already wet, and she knew how much wetter she could get. She pulled Jeanna back until the dark-haired girl was sitting in Vicky's lap. Then Vicky reached around her lover's waist and pushed her fingers into the girl's pussy again, fucking her rapidly with every one of them. With her other hand, she playfully slapped the kitty, and she soon had Jeanna moaning and groaning and writhing in her lap. "Harder baby," Jeanna groaned. "Fuck me with those fingers! Fuck me with those horny little fingers," she said. Vicky kept her fingers moving, but moved her other hand up into her girlfriend's tube-top and roughly grabbed one of her tits. It felt so hot in her hand that she just wanted to curl up with them on a cold winter's night. It made her look forward to that winter. So she kept groping Jeanna's tits, fingering her cunt and sucking on her earlobe. Jeanna knew she had gotten lucky with this blonde sex kitten. In all her years, she had never found a lover as eager to please, and pleasing was something Vicky was good at. The girl was curling her fingers on every thrust into Jeanna's sex-pot, and each thrust brought the dark-haired girl closer to sexual heaven. Finally, she found herself knocking on the Pearly Gates! "Fuck me baby, I'm there . . . fuckin' sweet," she grunted as her pussy constricted around her lover's digits and squeezed as she came onto Vicky's hand. She finally settled into Vicky's lap as the blonde girl brought her hand up so she could grab both of Jeanna's tits, leaving them sticky with the girl's own expenditures. "You're so good to me baby," Jeanna said. Vicky kissed her on the side of the face as she let her hands molest her lover's chest. 'Why don't you just say it?' she asked of herself. 'Just say you love her. But you can't, because you're afraid she'll freak and leave. Just like all the guys in your life before her.' Vicky's interior dialogue wasn't making herself feel all that special, but when Jeanna got on her knees in front of Vicky, pulled the girl's skirt and panties off and buried her face in between those perfectly tanned thighs, she began to feel better. Suddenly, Vicky couldn't even remember what she was complaining about. Jeanna was like an animal, licking rapidly with the full width of her tongue, sometimes inside the slot and sometimes around the cleanly shaved mound. She would always take care to lick the clit lightly, because she didn't want her lover to cum too soon. Of course, she was going to make sure Vicky came more than once, but she wanted the first one to last. "Fuck, why didn't I start fucking women sooner?" Vicky asked, draping her legs over Jeanna's shoulders. "Then I wouldn't have been your first," Jeanna pointed out between licks. She stuck her index finger up Vicky's asshole and watched with glee as the girl's eyes opened wide. She wiggled it frantically as she sucked those wonderful inner labia into her mouth and pressed on them with her gums. Vicky knew Jeanna was right about one thing . . . Jeanna not being Vicky's first lesbian lover wasn't an acceptable idea. "Lick me baby! Lick me all night long!" It was a suggestion that Jeanna was amenable to. She started licking up and down frantically until she knew she had the girl right where she wanted her. Then she stopped. "Don't you fucking dare!" Vicky practically screamed, a look of desperation in her eye. "Please make me cum!" "Since you asked so nicely . . ." Jeanna replied, then sent her tongue in one more time. Almost instantly, Vicky's cum came squirting out onto her lover's face, and she had juice to spare. Jeanna probably could have pulled away, but she loved the experience of being flooded. When Vicky's tidal wave subsided, Jeanna rubbed her face on her lover's tight abdomen. "Sweet Jesus, where do keep it all?" Vicky blushed. She used to be embarrassed by the quantity of her ejaculate, but not a lot of guys had ever managed to bring her to orgasm. Jeanna did it for her every single time . . . at least once. And Jeanna wasn't done. She reached into the bag and pulled out the dildo, ripping it from its plastic packaging. "And what do you think you'll be doing with . . . with . . . with . . ." Vicky started. Jeanna had begun licking her pussy again while she finished unpacking her sex-toy. Then she pushed all eight-inches of the life-like, flesh-colored dildo into Vicky's tight hole, sinking the cock up to the handle. "I figured I'd be doin' something like that!" Jeanna said. She put one knee up on the sofa next to Vicky while her other leg was straight with her foot on the floor. She began kissing her wild little sex kitten while driving the latex toy into her cunt over and over again. Jeanna raised her body up so Vicky could suck on one her tits, all the while keeping that dildo pumping. Vicky's hands were everywhere . . . groping Jeanna, grabbing the grungy cushions of the sofa, pulling on her own hair . . . She was almost mad with desire. She could never figure out how Jeanna did it. She had always enjoyed sex, but this woman . . . this perfect woman . . . reduced Vicky to a slobbering beast with just a few well placed touches. Now, she was writhing on a loveseat in the back of a porn store, and she was loving every moment. The latex cock felt huge inside her. She and Jeanna actually didn't use toys that often, but that night with Deborah and Tiffany had been putting ideas in both women's heads. "Looks like my little woman is all hot and bothered," Jeanna said. She wasn't sure how she had gotten so lucky as to have hooked up with such a babe, but she wasn't looking a gift-horse in the mouth. She flipped Vicky over so that the woman had her hands on the back of the sofa with her knees on the seat. Jeanna stood behind her and split that juicy pussy in half from behind with her toy, and she gripped her lover's ass as she went. "You have a CUTE ass," she said, giving the aforementioned posterior a playful slap. She pulled the dildo out and placed the head at Vicky's lips, the latter woman instinctively sucking her own juices of the head. Then Jeanna shoved it back into her girlfriend's warm box. "Do me harder!" Vicky moaned. "Give me your big dick!" she shouted, probably loud enough to be heard in the neighboring booths. She didn't care anymore. As the piston-action of the dildo increased in speed, she actually started growling. "Fuck . . . me . . . fuck . . . me!" "Working on it," Jeanna grunted. Then she got tired of waiting. She tossed the dildo onto the ground, knelt behind Vicky and instigated a series of quick strokes to Vicky's recently violated pussy with her nimble tongue. She also started gently rubbing the girl's sensitive clit with one hand. Ringside Seats Ch. 02 "I'm . . . cumming . . . again!" Vicky grunted. 'She isn't very articulate when she's excited,' Jeanna thought, just before a wave of cum splashed onto her face. 'God, I wonder if she's dehydrated after doing that!' she thought as the copious quantity of girl-jizz actually made her sputter. 'Next time I go down on her, I need to bring a snorkel.' Vicky looked positively radiant when she flopped down on her butt next to her lover and kissed her. Jeanna didn't know how someone could look so angelic after cumming like that. The blonde beauty grabbed the dildo and wiggled in naughtily. "So, wanna watch something else?" Vicky asked. "We've got fifty more channels to choose from." Jeanna grinned, wiped off her chin and reached for the buttons that changed between movies. ------------ ------------------- Back at the hotel . . . ------------ ------------------- Deborah knocked gently on the door to Tiffany's hotel room. She had managed to arrange to put Tiffany in the same room with Vicky and Jeanna that night, but the latter two women hadn't returned yet from their night on the town. She heard some rustling on the inside before the door finally opened. Tiffany was standing there, grimacing a little bit and clutching her back. "That damn meeting just let out, so I just dropped by to see how you were doing," Deb said, glancing at her friend's pained countenance. "I take it things haven't gotten much better?" "It comes and goes," Tiffany said, letting Deb in and then going and having a seat in one of the chairs. Keeping her back straight seemed to help a bit. "I'll schedule you an appointment for as soon as we get back," Deborah said worriedly. After seriously considering walking away from the business, Tiffany had just gotten back in stride, and Deborah didn't want anything to go wrong for the woman. "By the way, even John was impressed tonight . . . by all four of you. You put on one hell of a show, and Marcia was great on the mike. "Well, it never would have happened if you hadn't gone to bat for me and got me a real angle to work," Tiffany replied. It was strange to have someone interested in her career again, barring the obligatory support she got from her family. She reached over and popped a couple more aspirin. She hated taking painkillers, but she wouldn't be able to sleep otherwise. Deb wandered over and stood behind Tiffany, placing her hands gently on those powerful shoulders and rubbing them gently. Tiffany moaned in spite of herself. Deborah's hands were like magic. And she wasn't trying to initiate anything sexual at the moment. Tiffany knew that this was just to help her feel better. "God that feels good," she muttered. "I'm glad you stopped by," she added. "Me too," Deborah said, massaging her friend's scalp through her plain brown hair. "It's nice to hang with someone real after dealing with businessmen all night." She kissed Tiffany on the top of the head. "Tiffany, is something . . . wrong? I mean, you've been a little distant since that night at the house," she added, referring to the four-girl orgy they had been a part of. "I . . . I don't know. Damn it Deb, you've been so good to me for the last month. If it weren't for you, I would've packed by bags and quit by now. And I'm not just talking about the wrestling. I didn't think I'd ever feel as good . . . physically . . . the way you've made me feel." "But?" asked Deborah. "But . . . I've been thinking about it a lot. I want someone I can take home . . . someone I don't have to hide from everyone, including Sally. Especially Sally. And I know you aren't going to divorce John . . ." Deborah kept massaging her friend's shoulders, neck and temples. "I know," she sighed. "I wish I could do something about it. But if I divorce John, he would probably keep the NAXW and I'm afraid he would ruin it. He'd ruin you and the other wrestlers and blow your chances for the big time. I can't let that happen." She sighed, knelt on the floor and placed her head in Tiffany's lap. "I want you to be happy, Tiff. I don't want to stand in your way. Hell, if I knew anyone I thought was good enough for you, I'd introduce the two of you. But you deserve someone special." Tiffany hugged her friend's head. "Thanks for being so understanding." "Sweetie, it was never about making you feel uncomfortable or trapped. We both needed someone. I'm happy just to have made a real friend." "I'll always be your friend," Tiffany replied, feeling a bit groggy. She lifted Deborah's head up and made her way to the bed. "No matter what." Deborah helped get Tiffany undressed and into bed. "Well, until you find a 'normal' girlfriend, I'm still going to be with you . . . in EVERY sense of the word . . . every chance I get," she said, kissing Tiffany softly on the lips while running her hand over that rock-hard abdomen. Then she tucked Tiffany in. The miscellaneous painkillers she had taken that day were obviously kicking in. "I think I'd like that," Tiffany said dreamily before drifting off to sleep. Deborah wandered down to hotel bar and waited for Jeanna and Vicky to get back. The two girls were grinning like hyenas and smelled of sex, particularly to the nose of someone who had once made sex her profession. Deb warned the couple to be quiet when they got to the room so as not to disturb their slumbering friend. The three exchanged hugs, which were very proper for the benefit of anyone looking on, then the two wrestlers headed up to the room. 'Damn, I wish I could go with them,' Deb said, heading up to her own room. From a dark corner of the bar, Lilly Kline watched the friends for a brief moment. She knew that those three women, plus Tiffany Thurman, were becoming as thick as thieves. She missed that . . . having friends around. But she had a temper, a sarcastic view on life and very little capacity to control what came out of her mouth. She sucked down her Zima while the three women went their separate ways. Lilly had wanted to try and make some headway with Tiffany that evening and had blown it. She started running ideas through her head of what she would say and/or do the next time. 'Next time,' she thought, 'I'll get it right.' ---------------- ------------------ A couple of days later . . . ---------------- ------------------ Tiffany wiped down the bar for the final time. The night bartenders had just arrived and were clocking in. Tiffany was going to have to hurry to make her appointment with the physical therapist. She had been wearing an elastic back-brace for the last few days just to keep her lower back warm and supported. Right after the appointment, she would be off to pick up Sally at daycare . . . otherwise known as Tiffany's sister Betty. She clocked out, grabbed her tips and headed out to the car. She had gotten enough already that week to pick up most of her daughter's school supplies, so she was feeling pretty good about things. She got out to her car and stuck the key in the ignition. There was a "whirring" sound followed by a "click." "Oh no," she said, trying again with about as much success. "GOD DAMN IT!" she shouted, smashing the dashboard with her palm repeatedly until her hand began to throb with pain. Her ancient Dodge Aries wagon wasn't going anywhere. "Fuck it! Fuck it straight to hell!" She reached for her cell phone. Tiffany needed to get to her appointment. Then . . . then she'd deal with her fucking car. 'I don't want to call Betty. She's already been so great.' Tiffany thought it over and dialed Deb's cell number. She got voicemail. 'Crap, she's probably in a meeting.' Without bothering to leave a message, she hung up. She couldn't call her father. He'd probably offer to help with her car, and she felt guilty about taking money from her parents. 'Vicky!' she thought almost triumphantly. 'Wait. I don't know her home number. Crap!' Then Tiffany got an idea. She called the NAXW office. Someone there should have Vicky or even Jeanna's phone number. "Hello?" came an apathetic-sounding voice on the other end of the line. 'Shit,' Tiffany thought. 'It's Lilly.' "Hey, this is Tiffany Thurman. I need to get a hold of Vicky Smith or Jeanna Benjamin. It's kind of important. Do you guys have their numbers on file?" "Uhm . . . just a moment. I'm not normally working the office, so I'm not sure . . . " Tiffany heard some filing cabinets being opened and the clicking of a keyboard. Then she heard Lilly muttering something about John's secretary being an incompetent drunk, and Tiffany rolled her eyes. 'Does that woman EVER have anything nice to say?' "Crap," Lilly said at last. "Sorry, but employee records seem to be all on the computer, and I don't have the password to open that file." "Fucking . . . " Tiffany started, fuming. 'Why can't I just have ONE good week?' she thought in the general direction of the sky. "Sorry," Lilly said. Tiffany almost thought she meant it. Then there was a pause. "What . . . what's the emergency? Do you want me to leave a message or . . ." "No, my fucking car broke down and I'm going to be late for my appointment with the physical therapist. I just needed a ride." Tiffany grimaced. She was going to have to call her father. Then she heard something she never expected. "Hey . . . uhm . . . I was . . . just getting ready to close up here anyway. I could come give you a lift." Tiffany was a bit suspicious. In the several months that Lilly had been with the company, she had never offered to help anyone. "Oh . . . kay . . . Are you sure? I mean . . . " "It won't be too much trouble," Lilly responded. "Where are you?" -------- ------------------------ A few moments later . . . -------- ------------------------ Lilly hung up the phone, her heart beating hard in her chest. "Okay, be cool," she told herself. In actuality, she was supposed to stick around for another half-hour, but she wasn't going to pass this opportunity up. "I hope I didn't sound too bitchy . . . again," she muttered as she grabbed her purse and headed out to her car. She wanted to stop and put some lipstick on, but she didn't want to delay too long. This was a chance to get back on Tiffany's good side. That was the sentiment running through her mind as her tires squealed and she tore out of the parking lot. ---------- -------------------- A few minutes later . . . ---------- -------------------- "Thanks for getting her so fast," Tiffany said as she climbed into the passenger seat. She held her purse like a precious thing, unsure of where to put it. Not that the car was all that nice, but rather it was the company that was confusing. "No prob. I know a couple shortcuts," Lilly said, trying to sound casual. In reality, she had been speeding so much that she was surprised she hadn't gotten pulled over. Her pitch-black hair was hanging loose for a change, and she flipped it over her shoulder, trying to look cool. 'You are so lame,' she told herself. "So . . . what happened with your car?" Tiffany explained the situation, minus her violent outburst. "Sounds like a battery problem. If you want, I can look at it while you're in your appointment." Tiffany was caught between suspicion and being outright stunned. 'Where the hell is this coming from?' she thought. "You know about cars?" "A bit. I worked in the motor pool at the military school my folks sent me to. It beat scrubbing pots and pans." Lilly paused and took a slow breath. 'Okay, keep it simple. You might not fuck up if you just keep it simple.' "You don't have to do that," Tiffany responded. "I'm sure I can get a tow after I'm done with therapy." "I don't mind. I've got nothing else to do," Lilly said, then silently cursed herself. 'That sounded . . . irritable,' she scolded. Tiffany didn't notice. She was a bit taken aback, but wasn't going to question her . . . luck. Lilly drove her to her appointment and borrowed her car keys, immediately taking off to go check out Tiffany's car. The muscular woman watched her boss's niece take off. "What the hell's gotten into her?" she muttered. Then she turned on her heel and walked into her therapist's office. ------------ ---------------- That evening . . . ------------ ---------------- Tiffany closed the door to Sally's bedroom after tucking her daughter in. Deborah had come over to check on Tiffany, and the two mature women had taken turns reading to the girl until Sally couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. "She's precious," Deborah said with a soft chuckle. "I think I'll get her a shirt with the word 'Why?' printed on the front. Tiffany sat down on her raggedy couch next to her friend. "She's been asking me that damn question since she learned to talk. If she gets a 'Why?' shirt, then I should get one that says 'Just Because!'" "Well here's another one," Deborah said, looking a bit confused. "WHAT . . . as in WHAT happened with Lilly today?" Tiffany's eyes shot open and her face to on a look of befuddlement. "I have NO idea! She gives me a lift to my appointment, FIXES my car . . ." "What was wrong with it?" "The battery was out, but she also thinks I might want to get the alternator checked out. But she replaces the battery for me, and it looks like she undercharged me for that. I checked the warrantee slip in the glove compartment and the battery was at LEAST twenty bucks more than she told me it was. She gave me a lift back to my car and then just . . . kinda . . . takes off." Tiffany shook her head. "It really creeped me out." "She's a strange girl," Deborah said, getting up to get another glass of water. Tiffany stared at her breasts, swaying under her blue-silk blouse, all the way to the kitchen. "What's her deal anyway?" "How should I know?" "You're related to her!" Deborah returned from the kitchen. "Only by marriage. She doesn't talk to me any more than most people. All I know is she HATES being here, but her parents insisted she come work for John for the summer. I've met her folks once or twice. They're total snobs, and they tend to look down their noses at people," Deborah finished softly. Tiffany grabbed the woman's hand. Deb had been the butt of a number of rude comments do to her porn-star past, and she could only imagine what a couple of intellectual yuppies might have said to her. "Did you know that she went to military school?" Deborah scrunched her forehead. "I think so. I seem to recall John saying something about her getting sent there after getting kicked out of her old school for something. But that's about all I know. She's going to start her graduate studies soon, so I suspect she'll be taking off. Strange though. I don't remember hearing her saying anything about leaving." Deborah leaned over and put her head on Tiffany's shoulder. "How's your back?" "Pretty good. This guy I went to today knows his shit. I little bit of exercising, massage and some better medication, and I was feeling a lot better." Deborah placed a hand on the inside of Tiffany's thigh and breathed on her neck. "Good enough for . . ." Deb trailed off. "Deb!" Tiffany started, then quieted down. "Sally's in the next room!" "And she sleeps like the dead if she stays up past nine," Deb said, placing the palm of her hand directly over Tiffany's mound and rubbing it through her jeans. "C'mon. I promise that I'll be quiet . . ." she started, cupping Tiffany's crotch even tighter. "And I'll be good . . ." "You? Good? Since when?" "Don't try changing the subject," Deborah said, ignoring the fact that Tiffany hadn't been trying to change the subject. "And no stalling. You've managed to find reasons to bow out of several possible rendezvous, and I'm . . . anxious," she added. She was rubbing Tiffany's crotch awfully hard and was encouraged that the woman hadn't pulled away at all. Tiffany's skin was already flush with excitement. She didn't like the idea of doing anything with Sally this close, but Deborah had a way of getting under her skin at the drop of a hat. "But my back . . ." "We can do it in the shower," Deborah countered. It'll help keep your muscles relaxed . . . well, your back muscles at any rate. It'll help with any noise issues, and we can lock the door so that Sally can't wake up and accidentally wander in." She got up and wandered into the bathroom. She didn't need to check to see if Tiffany would join her. Deb knew that the damage had been done. Tiffany did stand up, but the first thing she did was check on Sally. The young girl was snoring soundly, tucked in next to her teddy bear and her Powerpuff Girl nightlight. She closed the door and snuck into the bathroom. Deborah was waiting for her, and her nice business skirt-suit was already lying on the floor. As Tiffany closed and locked the bathroom door and both women were "trapped" in a fairly confined area, Deb sat down on the edge of the tub dressed in nothing but a black lace thong and thigh-high garters. Tiffany took a deep breath and gulped I down. Deb turned on the water, then turned back to Tiffany and pulled her close. Even as the brown-haired wrestler removed her shirt, Deborah began licking at Tiffany's pussy straight through the denim of her jeans. Tiffany began to feel herself getting wet almost immediately. Deborah massaged Tiffany's ass through the material as well, gripping those incredibly powerful cheeks with her hands. Tiffany pulled her sports bra off over her head while Deb unzipped the jeans and pulled them down past Tiffany's hips. Then she started licking her lover-to-be through the cotton fabric of her panties. She pulled away from Tiffany and stared up at the muscular woman, sticking her hand under the leg elastic of the wrestler's underwear and started petting that pretty pussy. It was fun to watch her knuckles rub against the cotton panties as her fingers stroked and rubbed those fleshy outer labia. Tiffany had to reach out and grab the towel rack to keep herself from buckling at the knees. Deb pushed the cotton fabric inward until it formed a singled strand that separated those pussy lips, then she licked along the strand while massaging the outer lips with her thumbs. Deb knew she had Tiffany right where she wanted her. Of course, Deborah wanted Tiffany everywhere and in every manner possible. She stood up, hit the button that switched from "bath" to "shower" and waited for Tiffany to join her. The cascading water quickly made her panties mostly transparent before she removed them. Tiffany licked her lips. She kicked off her panties entirely and stepped in after her friend, closing the shower curtain as she went. As soon as she was inside, Deborah's hand appeared between Tiffany's thighs. She didn't go for penetration right away, choosing rather to put two fingers between the outer lips and rub them rapidly from side to side. Her tongue DID penetrate Tiffany's mouth however as the shower began to plaster their hair to their heads. Tiffany's hands did as they were want to do, which was to grope and fondle Deborah's now-slippery tits. The mammoth globes had mesmerized the wrestler from the very first time she had seen them. "Go ahead," started Deborah. "Suck on 'em." Tiffany dipped her head and took one large nipple into her mouth. She would suck on it for a moment before taking the nub in her teeth and pinching down lightly. "I love these things," she muttered before sucking on the other nipple. Deborah finally stuck her index finger into Tiffany's cunt. She slowly pumped it while still caressing the outer mound with her surrounding fingers. She had forgotten more about pleasuring women than most people would ever know, and what she HAD forgotten was coming back to her the longer that she hung out with her new friends. She wiggled the invading finger from side to side while pressing her palm against Tiffany's clit. She had to admit that Tiffany's breast-play was getting better. Deb was plunging that index finger in and out now, going faster and faster as Tiffany began to gasp. Ringside Seats Ch. 02 "C'mon sweetie, cum for me," Deborah said as Tiffany finally released her tit so she could moan. "My nasty little wrestler," she said as Tiffany's body shook and quivered. "Oh fuck," Tiffany groaned as she kissed Deborah. As she regained control of her body, she pushed the big-titted woman up against the side of the shower, keeping Deb's hand trapped in place while Tiffany kissed her again . . . this time with more tongue. Deborah kept her fingers moving, grasping one of Tiffany's taut ass cheeks and pulling her closer. She was mostly doing it to keep Tiffany comforted after the act. The muscular woman was the type of person who sometimes actually began to feel guilty about being pleasured unless she was given something else to think about. "I really wish we could've done this down in Los Angeles," Deborah said as she continued to finger Tiffany's opening while gently running her hand up and down the woman's side. Tiffany Thurman was a beautifully sculpted specimen who had almost no concept of the potential that almost everyone else saw in her. Tiffany pressed up against her even harder, relishing the feel of that middle finger in her sex and the pressure of Deborah's tits against her body. She reached a hand around and thrust it between Deborah's butt and the wall. One of her own fingers found its way into the blonde woman's slippery ass-crack and then into her asshole. She knew that Deborah seemed to like that sort of thing. Then Tiffany pressed her hips forward, pushing her friend's own hand against her mound. Every time Deborah's index finger thrust into Tiffany's depths or her supporting fingers massaged those outer lips, Deborah's knuckles rubbed against her own swollen womanhood. Deborah's mouth found Tiffany's and sucked on the woman's tongue. Tiffany was getting better at figuring out what Deborah wanted, and the blonde woman needed to show her lover how much she was appreciated. While still pressed tightly together, and with Tiffany's finger still up her butt, Deborah withdrew her index finger and flattened her hand. Then she began moving that hand quickly up and down, effectively "petting the kitty" on both women. Tiffany groaned into Deb's mouth, then started gently gyrating her hips against her lover's hand. Deborah responded in kind, and both women rapidly approached climax. Deborah was actually the first one to reach her destination. Having something in her ass, even as small as a finger made her especially sensitive up front. So she placed the back of her head against the shower wall and arched her neck as ecstasy shot through her body like lightning, causing every nerve in her body to hum with pleasure. But she kept her hand moving because she wanted Tiffany to cum with her. She quickly got her wish as the mighty woman's chest heaved and her skin tightened, and her juiced flowed onto Deborah's hand like so much shower water. Both women just leaned into each other for a few moments, breathing heavily and basking in the afterglow. "It's all coming back to you isn't it? How to make love to a woman?" Deborah asked. She turned Tiffany around and began massaging the woman's muscular shoulders. "You're too much woman for most lesbians," she joked. Then she kind of wished she hadn't said that. Tiffany already thought she was too bulky, and she tended to take most comments like that as being derogatory about her femininity. "Not that they won't try," she added. "Have you ever considered changing your look a little bit?" Tiffany blushed. "Nah. Most of my clothes are comfortable and practical. That works for me," she said softly. She didn't want to admit that she would really LIKE to have at least one nice dress or outfit. Tiffany simply couldn't afford one. Deborah grabbed the moveable showerhead and took it out of its carriage, pointed the spray of water at Tiffany's crotch. She snaked her other hand around, rubbing her lover's clit with her thumb while diddling her pussy with Deborah's index and ring fingers. "You know that if you want, I could probably help find you something new to wear in your budget," Deborah said into Tiffany's ear. She knew perfectly well how much her lover stressed about money and how unwilling the woman was to admit it. Deborah would love to help, but Tiffany wasn't someone you could force to accept it. "No . . . that's okay. I'm . . . I'm good," Tiffany said, enjoying what Deborah was doing to her body. The warm spray was stimulating her entire pussy at once, and Deborah's fingers were like a second line of attack on all the particularly important bits. Deb pushed her hips against those incredibly tight buttocks. Then she got on her knees and while keeping her fingers moving up front, gently teased Tiffany's asshole with her tongue. "Oh God!" Tiffany said, her eyes open wide. Deborah had the ability to turn her on in so many ways. "Like that?" Deb asked mischievously. She flicked her tongue against Tiffany's pink rosebud again and rubbed the woman's clitoral hood a little harder with her fingers. Then she pushed the hood away and directed more of the spray from the showerhead at that tiny little nub. Tiffany's knees started to buckle and she grabbed the shower caddy, the flimsy plastic-coated wired bending in her hands. Deborah's tongue was darting against her asshole more often and the combination of the water and Deborah's fingers were too much for Tiffany to handle. For the third time that evening, she began to cum. Her girl-jizz trickled down her thighs to be quickly washed away by the water. Deborah stood up and hugged her friend from behind, cupping her sizeable breasts and kissing her on the neck. "So, how did I do?" "An A-plus, as always," Tiffany said. "I think you're spoiling me for other women." "I'm sure that the right woman is going to come around and charm your pants off and make you forget all about me," Deb said. She would miss these moments together once Tiffany had found a more stable relationship, and she couldn't deny that she would probably be a little jealous. But her mind hadn't changed from its earlier stance . . . her friend deserved someone special. "I seriously doubt anything but head trauma is going to make me forget about you," Tiffany joked. Then she felt another twinge in her back, and it must have shown on her face. "Let's get you cleaned up and back to bed before you or I can do any more damage," Deborah said. --------------- ----------------- A little while later . . . --------------- ----------------- Tiffany stepped quietly out into the living room dressed in nothing but a towel. She went to check on Sally. The girl's bedroom door was open. "Hi Mom," came a small voice from behind her. Tiffany almost jumped out of her skin as she spun and faced her daughter. The little blonde girl was dressed in her Powerpuff Girls pajamas (Tiffany didn't know what her daughter saw in those characters) and was holding a glass of water. "What'cha doin' taking a shower Mommy? It's late," the girl said, sipping her water and heading back to bed, closing her own door behind her. Tiffany was just standing there, frozen in place and staring at her daughter's door. She had almost gotten busted by a seven-year-old! Suddenly and inexplicably, she began to giggle, and it was several minutes before she could go back into the bathroom and tell Deborah that the coast was clear. ------------ ---------- Across town . . . ------------ ---------- Lilly Kline's dorm room was filled with boxes. School was only a few weeks away, and she had gone permission to move into her room a bit ahead of schedule. She couldn't stand living with her parents anymore. Lucky for her, the girl who was supposed to be her suitemate had dropped out at the last second, so Lilly was going to have the graduate dorm to herself for at least a year. That also ensured that she would have the privacy she so often craved. At the moment, she was taking advantage of that privacy. She was on her bed on all fours, thrusting her favorite sex toy into her clean-shaven pussy. It wasn't a typical dildo, consisting instead of a series of six balls that increased in size from about half-an-inch to almost two inches in width that were all connected together. It also had a nice handle, which made it easier for her to use by herself. Every thrust of that device sent several ripples of pleasure, and those ripples increased exponentially as the size of the balls increased. Her muscular little body glistened in the pale light of her reading lamp and her normally stern face was contorted with pleasure. She pushed her ball-dildo into her box; her opening stretching, contracting and then stretching again as each ball went in. "Take me Tiffany," she muttered to the dry and dusty air of her bedroom. She pictured that muscular woman with some sort of strap-on toy mounting Lilly from behind and bringing her unbelievable pleasure. Then Lilly planted her face in her pillow and reached her other hand back to fiddle with her clit while she worked her toy in and out of her cunt. She pretended that her hand was Tiffany's tongue, teasing her nether lips while the sex toy plunged into her depths. She flipped onto her back so she could get a better grip on her dildo. She actually bent herself in half until her own knees were on either side of her head, and she began to hammer her cunt with the foreign object grasped in both hands. She was a very lithe and limber young woman, so she was able to pull off this maneuver with no ill effects on her back. She sunk the toy in all the way in to the last ball, which set off a much needed chain reaction in her body. It started in her stuffed pussy, and the tingling and warmth spread throughout her body. Then the pleasure ripple reversed and headed back to its own epicenter, and Lilly began to cum. Her own juices dripped down onto her small, firm breasts and pooled at the base of her neck. She straightened herself out and started rubbing her fluid into her skin. "You are so fucking depraved," she told her ceiling. The ceiling ignored her. "And this is about as close as I'll get to the real thing unless I get my act together," she said, letting the cool breeze from the air conditioner wash over her body. She glanced down at the toy in her hand. "So, are you ready to go again?" she asked the blue-plastic device. ---------------- -------------------- Several weeks later . . . ---------------- -------------------- The whole arena was abuzz with excitement. NAXW was officially a WWE farm league as of that morning, which meant pay increases (however slight), better advertising and much better chances of making it to the big leagues. All the wrestlers were on edge and on their toes, each trying to wrap their heads around this most recent development. The entire roster was out around the ring, watching "Rowdy" Robert and Python practicing for a one on one match-up the next night. John Wells had wanted everyone to start doing this to show the WWE bigwigs that his company was serious about putting out a good product, and for the first time, Tiffany Thurman agreed with him. Tiffany's back had gotten better, though she was still taking it a bit easy. Luckily, Deborah had convinced John to let her act at Marcia "Vixen" Levinson's pseudo-manager for a couple of weeks in their ongoing feud with the Warrior Maidens, giving that back a chance to heal properly. Tiffany felt bad for "Freaky" Francine DeField ("Rowdy" Robert Defield's wife) had gotten stuck in a program with "Good Girl" Gabby, John Well's personal plaything and all around bitch. Francine was probably the best wrestler in the company, man or woman, at least in Tiffany's eyes. They weren't exactly friends, but unlike Gabby and her cohorts, Francine stayed professional. Tiffany glanced around at all the wrestlers, managers and valets that were watching the practice. There were some good people there, even if they didn't think much of Tiffany and her "lesbian ways." She hoped that someone in that room would make something of themselves. She saw Deborah and John sit down (at least one seat apart) on the other side of the ring. Instinctively, Tiffany's eyes met Deborah's and the two women grinned. Vicky and Jeanna were both sitting one row behind Tiffany and were staring intently at the ring. Vicky was even taking notes. The blonde knockout was a true student of the game. Then, the seat next to Tiffany was suddenly occupied. She glanced over and saw that she had been joined by Lilly. Tiffany still had no idea how to act around the young woman. Not only had the girl helped Tiffany out in her time of need, she had actually been making a concerted effort to be less confrontational with the wrestler. Every time they passed in the office or in the hallways, Lilly would take a deep breath before talking, as if expunging her negative energy. Tiffany had tried, cautiously, to reciprocate, and the two had sort of declared peace for the last few weeks. At the moment, Lilly was wringing her hands and looking straight forward. The practice match was over and it was time for the next group to go in. Rowdy Robert was scheduled to take the win after a pretty-cool looking Northern Lights Suplex off the top rope. Since it was her turn in the ring, Francine slid under the bottom ropes, waiting for Gabby to get her ass in there. Gabby was chatting away with Elizabeth McKeen (aka "Lady Venom) and "Mr. Smooth" Paul Sternberg. They were part of the group of people who would be very happy to see Tiffany gone. "Any time now," Francine said. She wasn't thrilled about this match-up. She knew she would have to carry Gabby's worthless ass all the way through the program for as long as it took, and she wanted to get their training session over with. "Hold your horses, hon," Gabby said, finally getting up and climbing into the ring. Tiffany was staring at through her fingers for about five minutes. Gabby was HORRIBLE! She blew two relatively simple spots that made Francine's high-flying moves look bad. She was out of position several times, and even a casual observer could see that her punches were falling a foot short. She was trying to compensate with foot stomps, but she had about as much rhythm as a drunk rap musician. Much to her credit, Francine just gritted her teeth, offered "advice" as politely as she could and tried to finish the match. But then, Gabby did something that brought a number of people to their feet, including Tiffany. She was going for a swinging neck-breaker and she held onto Francine way too tightly and far too long, and Tiffany felt a sympathy twinge in her neck as Gabby cranked her opponents head around. Francine lay on the mat, grabbing her neck as the trainers rushed into the ring. After a few minutes, it became apparent that Francine was going to be okay, but she was escorted back to the locker rooms to be looked over a little more carefully. As Francine disappeared into the back, Gabby said, "Well, I guess that means I win." While she may have been trying to be clever, Gabby had just fucked up. Injuring another wrestler was serious business, even if it was on accident, and making light of it wasn't tolerated. Tiffany was on her feet and moving towards the ring. "You fucking incompetent . . ." Tiffany started to say just as she was grabbed by Jeanna, Vicky and Marcia, and it took all three women to keep Tiffany from going into the ring. "Get out of my face, you fucking dyke!" Gabby said, once she noticed that Tiffany was being restrained. "I bet you wish you could get your hands on this, you dumb carpet-muncher! You don't have the guts! You're just fucking jealous because I've got more talent in one finger than you've got in your entire gorilla body!" A number of other wrestlers had stood up, including Francine's husband. Some wanted to see the fight, while others wanted to prevent it. Robert was glaring at the callous bitch in the ring who had just hurt his wife. But everyone knew what was going on between Gabby and the owner of the company. Fucking with her could cost them their jobs. But as much as many of them disliked Tiffany, they wanted to see her rip the spoiled-rotten Gabby's head off. And they all knew she could do it. Like her or not, everyone knew that Tiffany was stronger and better than Gabby would ever be. Tiffany didn't care about her job at that moment. Gabby represented everything she hated, and she wanted to wrap her hands around that bitch's throat and squeeze until her eyes popped out. She was actually on the verge of dragging her friends into the ring with her when Robert came over to help hold her back. "She isn't worth getting fired over," he said. "Yeah, you bitch!" Gabby said from the ring. "You're not so tough, you fucking . . ." What happened next surprised absolutely everyone. Lilly had slid into the ring, spun Gabby around and punched her straight in the face. Gabby hit the mat like a ton of bricks, and her attacker pounced on top of her. Lilly wailed on Gabby as the woman tried covering her face. "You God damn skank!" Lilly growled as she boxed the other woman's ears. "Shut your cake-hole, you pathetic cock-smoking crack whore!" Lilly continued to verbally and physically assault the woman until John, Elizabeth and Paul pulled her off. That turned out to be a mistake. Lilly headbutted Elizabeth, stomped on her uncle's foot, hip-tossed the much larger Paul Sternberg onto the mat, then went after Gabby again as she tried to crawl out of the ring. She was holding on to one of Gabby's legs as a couple of referees and the color commentator, Joe Powell, tried to pull the wounded woman out of the ring to safety. Tiffany was no longer being restrained. That entire crew watched in utter amazement as Lilly, who wasn't particularly bulky or muscular as far as any of them had ever been able to tell, continued trying to tear Gabby a new asshole. Even when her intended victim was out of reach and several wrestlers were attempting to restrain their hostile ring-announcer, Lilly continued a verbal tirade that only some people understood and others just blanched at. It took several minutes before the young hellcat could be suitably restrained enough that Gabby was able to escape. "I think she's my hero," Tiffany said, a look of shock on her face. "I'm right there with you," said Robert. ----------- -------------- That evening . . . ----------- -------------- Lilly was lying on her bed in her dorm room again, staring at that familiar ceiling. She couldn't believe that she had let loose like that. She had gotten fired, but she was grateful that that stupid bitch Gabby wasn't going to be pressing charges. While "Uncle" John might not have tolerated anyone fucking with his prize "asset," he also wasn't going to send his niece to jail. So he had "talked" to Gabby about dropping the matter under the condition that Lilly was gone from the company. Lilly knew that he really didn't give a shit about what happened to her. He just didn't want to explain to his sister why her daughter was in county lock-up on assault charges. She looked down at her hands. She had bruised a couple of knuckles she had a few scratches, but she was fine. But from what one of the security people told her, Gabby was going to have two black eyes, a busted lip, possibly a broken nose and numerous bruises. That was strangely comforting to her. Of course, even though she was going to be picked up her graduate student stipend, she would probably still need to find another part-time job to . . . Lilly heard a knock on the front door. 'That's strange,' she thought, but she figured it might just be the dorm supervisor checking in on the early arrivals about something. But it was awfully late . . . She stood up and went to the door, and she was surprised to see Deborah standing there. "Aunt Deb?" Lilly said. "What are you doing here? How did you even know where I was?" Ringside Seats Ch. 02 "I called your parents," Deborah said, still standing in the doorway. "I told them you had 'left the company,' and wanted to return some stuff you had left at the office. So they told me where you had moved to. I'm a little surprised . . . I thought you would be going to school far away from here." "The Philosophy Department here is pretty well known, so I'm . . . Did you tell them . . . my parents I mean . . ." "Why you left?" Deborah finished. "No. I figured I'd leave that up to you. Your uncle doesn't want to get in the middle of anything . . . " "Imagine that," Lilly grumbled. "Uhm, please . . . come in," she said at last. "The place is kind of a mess and . . . and why are you here?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "You mean figuring out why you, out of the blue, pummeled a professional wrestler into a fine pulp isn't a good enough reason?" Deborah sat down it the crappy computer chair that campus housing had provided. "I didn't like her attitude," Lilly replied, sitting on her bed. "Neither did I, but I was just planning on getting her reprimanded, not going 'Rambo' on her. Don't get me wrong . . . it couldn't have happened to a nicer person, but what set you off?" Lilly blushed. "Promise you won't say anything?" Deb nodded, so Lilly continued. "I didn't like the way she was talking to Tiffany. What she did to Francine sucked too, but Tiffany never did anything to her except point out what a useless ass clown she was . . . but in nicer words." Lilly wasn't sure how Deborah was going to react to that, but the woman surprised her by smiling. "So you have a heart after all," she chuckled. "I thought we might have to send you to the Wizard of Oz to get one." Deborah looked over her niece. When her hair was down and her tight sleeveless shirt was showing how toned her body was, the girl was actually very pretty. Deborah couldn't figure out why she didn't look that way more often. "I know you probably don't think much of me . . . no one does, but I'm very grateful . . . in a strange way . . . for what you did. If Tiffany had gotten her hands on Gabby, she'd be out of a job. And I think Tiffany can really make it if she just keeps focused. I'm sorry you lost your job though . . ." "I'm not. Sorry, but I just don't like wrestling that much. Too much backbiting and conniving to get ahead. If someone is going to stab me, I'd rather them do it from the front than from behind. I can find another job to help out." Deborah had a feeling that Lilly had probably been the recipient of such treatment in her own life. It would explain some of her anti-social behavior. Deb had seen it before . . . people who had no friends couldn't be betrayed. "Why now?" Deborah asked. "I mean, I'm glad you stood up for her, but Tiffany had been getting spit on for a long time now. It hasn't been until recently that some of the rest of us began standing up for her. So again, why now?" Lilly's mouth hung open for a moment as she formulated her answer. She couldn't tell Deborah the truth . . . that she had a crush on Tiffany and wanted the powerful athlete to like her, but that she was slow to trust people. Deborah might ask why, and Lilly wasn't ready to drudge up those memories and those reasons again. So she settled on a partial truth. "I respect Tiffany . . . a lot. She works twice as hard as anyone else but only gets half the credit. I mean, I'm not the most sociable person in the world, but . . . I want her to like me. And I've been trying . . . and it just pissed me off that some stupid bitch was getting away with treating her like that just because . . ." Lilly quickly shut her mouth. As much as she disliked her uncle, she didn't want . . . "Just because she's sleeping with my husband?" Deborah finished. "Yes, I know all about it. And no I'm not going to divorce him. Like I told Tiffany, if I divorce him, he might get the wrestling company, and I'm afraid of what would happen to some decent people if he did that. And I have other reasons as well," Deb finished. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to find another man or woman who would want to settle down with an aging former adult film star, and being alone scared her. All her money was tied up in a couple of strip clubs and the wrestling organization, and while she would probably never exactly be starving, she wouldn't be living the life she was used to anymore. "You really love this business, don't you?" Lilly asked. Like a lot of people, she had "issues" with her aunt's history in the adult film business, but she found herself liking the woman. This wasn't some bimbo without a brain in her head . . . Deborah actually had a plan. Her plan simply wasn't going as smoothly as she had hoped. "More than just about anything." "Why?" Lilly asked. Deborah smiled and began talking about her father. The conversation moved on to other things after that, including Deborah's introduction and exit from adult films. Lilly was actually holding back tears when the other woman told of how many friends she had lost do to AIDS or other STD's, drugs, shady characters and backroom dealings. The younger woman began to realize just how lonely her aunt must feel, and she began to wish she had gotten to know Deb better over the years. Lilly was a bit tight-lipped about her own past, but she was beginning to think she might be able to trust the buxom woman. And for Lilly, trust didn't come easily. ---------- ------------------------------ The next day, at The Dark . . . ---------- ------------------------------ Deborah, Jeanna and Vicky were sitting at the bar, being quiet as mice while Tiffany served a couple down the way. Deborah thought one of them was an "upscale" actress who she knew to be married, and the other looked like a businesswoman. But who they were before didn't matter once they entered The Dark. With no other immediate customers, Tiffany rejoined her friends, wiping down the bar and shining up the glasses. "So that's all she said?" Vicky asked. Deborah had recently recounted some of her conversation with Lilly, but she had kept some tidbits and her natural intuition to herself. "Yep. She didn't like Gabby, she didn't like someone who would laugh after hurting someone else, and she REALLY didn't like the way she was talking to Tiffany here," Deb said. "Good for her," Jeanna said. "Shit, that little chick showed some moves! How come we didn't know that she could do that?" "She's got a lot of surprises, I'd imagine," Deborah responded, taking a sip of her drink. "Sounds like she's probably been made fun of a time or two," Vicky said. "It scares me a little . . . how nuts she went . . . but it's nice to know that we aren't the only ones who won't let Tiffany take that kind of stuff," she added, leaning over and giving the bartender a hug. "And YOU need to keep cool. Don't let Gabby get to you." "I try. She's just so . . . so . . ." Tiffany actually growled, then went off help a customer. Deborah watched her friend walk away. She couldn't help but think that Tiffany's life was going to be getting a little more interesting soon, and in a way she hadn't expected. "So are we going out tonight after the show?" Vicky asked. The blonde girl was always in the mood dance, even after a long hard match. Especially after a long hard match. "I'm always up for it," Jeanna said, patting her girlfriend's ass and kissing her on the cheek. "I should be able to get away. John is going up to San Francisco for a few days to try and secure a venue for a show up there." Deborah had found herself with a kind of energy she hadn't felt since she was a teenager ever since she began hanging out with the girls and getting out more often. "I can't," Tiffany said as she returned. "My grandfather is bringing Sally tonight . . . we figured it would be okay since I won't actually be wrestling . . . and I promised her that we could take grandpa to McDonalds for dinner. I know she's just after the Happy Meal toy, but I DID promise." "When does the little munchkin start back to school?" Vicky said. "Next week. Her school is actually going with uniforms, so I have to pick one up on Monday." Tiffany was glad she had gotten some good tips that week, otherwise she would've struggled to find the cash for the uniform. And she'd be able to save a little bit on daycare, because Tiffany's sister Betty was going to look out for Sally until Tiffany got out of work. "Want some company?" Jeanna asked. "McDonalds?" Vicky said, looking down at her perfect body and flat tummy. "They have salads," Jeanna grumbled. She was bound and determined to make her girlfriend gain a pound or two . . . she was so perfect it was almost disgusting. "Okay!" Vicky said. She had kind of wanted to hang out with Sally a bit anyway. They were buds, after all. "That would be cool," Tiffany said, feeling good about not being left out. "Hey, do you think we should . . . I don't know . . . maybe invite Lilly?" "I think that would be a fine idea," Deborah said. "Not that I'm trying to condone what she did to Gabby or anything," Tiffany said quickly. "Of course not," said Jeanna with a smile. "It's just that she's been trying to be nice recently . . . except to Gabby." "Of course," chimed in Vicky. Tiffany looked at her three grinning friends, then dropped her head and sighed. "Okay, it's because of what she did to Gabby. And John. And . . ." "We thought so," said Deborah. "I got her number yesterday, so I'll give her a call just before the show." "The show . . ." Vicky said excitedly, checking her watch. She sighed. "The show is still four hours away. I guess we could go in early . . . REALLY early and . . ." Jeanna interrupted her lover with a kiss. "Or we could do something else for the next hour or so," she said. "Wait . . . sorry, Tiffany. I forgot you're not off work yet." "Not for another hour and a half. But you two crazy kids have fun. Heck, take Deborah. Her breasts are distracting me," Tiffany said. "These little old things?" Deb asked, pushing her thirty-eight double-d tits together and making them almost pop out of her top. "Are you sure you don't want me to stick around? I don't mind . . ." "Nah, go have some fun. I mean it. I've got some tedious crap to do, so at least one of us should be havin' a good time." Vicky grabbed Deborah by the hand and dragged her toward one of the dark backrooms with Jeanna following close behind. The dark-haired girl was grinning. Vicky was especially cute when she had found a new toy. Vicky and Jeanna hurried Deborah into one of the many dusky rooms The Dark had to offer. They all wish Tiffany could join them for a spot of fun, but the woman had work to do. Deborah found herself pushed back onto a couch, with both of her young friends feeling her tits through that silk blouse. "These things are so huge," Vicky mumbled, unbuttoned the blouse so she could get a better peak. "How big were they before you got them . . . you know?" "Closer to Jeanna's here," Deborah responded, letting her own hands slide under that woman's tee-shirt to grip those smaller but still sizeable breasts. "Sometimes I miss having something a little more manageable," she added, pushing Jeanna's bra up and sucking on one of her nipples. "I like 'em," Vicky said, squeezing them with her hands as if they were water balloons. "If you get rid of them, can I have 'em?" Jeanna chuckled. "Honey, I think I like your body the way it is." "I agree," Deborah said, shoving her hand into Deborah's pants to rub the girl's clit through her thong panties. Jeanna helped out by pulled her girlfriend's pants off and tossing them on the armrest. "Deb . . . will you teach me to do the stuff you can do with your tongue? I want to get better at . . . eating . . . girls," Vicky said, actually blushing. Jeanna was taking off her own skirt, but stopped to smile amusedly. "Vicky, have I EVER complained about your oral skills?" "No . . . but I know I can do better," Vicky responded, almost pouting. She wanted to please Jeanna so badly . . . maybe so that her girlfriend would finally be willing to go public about their relationship. "She's such a student," Deborah said, pushing Vicky's beautiful legs apart and kissing the moist piece of cloth covering the entrance to her paradise. She placed her mouth against the fabric of Vicky's underwear and sent a series of hot puffs of air through the material. Deborah could sense the moisture of her breath mingling with the moisture of Vicky's vaginal opening, and the recipient of her attentions began to moan ever so lightly. "Jeanna, come here," Vicky moaned, her brilliant eyes lighting up. Jeanna stood on the couch, grabbed the back and straddled Vicky's face. Jeanna wasn't wearing underwear, so Vicky just began breathing across the sensitive skin of her crotch. "Now, you don't need penetration to make cunnilingus successful or enjoyable. That's what sex toys are for. Play around the surface for a bit," Deb said, licking slowly along the outside of one of those plump out labia, then picking her tongue up and swirling over the other side. Vicky groaned and put her new skill to use of Jeanna's box. "I still don't think you nee a tutor," Jeanna said, but couldn't help but wonder what new treats she had in store for her. She hated the idea that Vicky thought she might be insufficient in some way, because Jeanna was more than happy with her lover just the way she was. Whatever Deb did, Vicky followed along. The former porn star spent quite a bit of time exploring Vicky's pleasure hole. Deb knew from experience how wet her young protégé's orgasms were, and she was looking forward to the type of drink she couldn't order up at the bar. Well, maybe with Tiffany she could. She peppered Vicky's pussy with kisses before sucking on those inner lips. They were so delicious that Deb was quite content to play with them for a while. Jeanna was biting her bottom lip and relishing her girlfriend's attentions. She began to thing that maybe taking cunt-lapping lessons wasn't such a bad idea. Jeanna herself might have to partake of Deborah's wisdom, because Vicky was doing some incredible things to Jeanna's box! After sucking on her inner labia, Vicky had moved on to something new. Upon Deborah's coaxing, she inserted the tip of her tongue no more than a quarter of an inch into Jeanna's honeypot and ran the length of her opening at that depth. Jeanna was wishing they had brought a toy, because all that teasing was making her nuts! "Deb, could you do something that gets her off? I'm at wits end here!" Jeanna growled. "I'll set what I can do," Deb said. Slowly she took the area around Vicky's clit in her mouth, but didn't make direct contact with Vicky's clit with either her lips or her tongue. But she did provide a tremendous amount of suction on that area. Then she curled a couple of fingers into the girl's lower slot and began to pump them rapidly, curing them inward as she went. She could already hear the wet smacking sounds of Vicky's wet pussy being penetrated and preparing itself for release. She also heard Jeanna groaning as Vicky continued passing on her new sexual tools. "I think she's just about ready," Deborah said in her most sultry voice after releasing Vicky's clitoral area for a moment. "Now Vicky, good oral skills may not REQUIRE deep penetration, but it certainly makes things more fun!" She reattached her lips to Vicky's crotch, but this time sucking on the clit more directly. And she was thrusting three finger's into her young lover's cunt all the way up to the knuckles. "Oh fuck!" Vicky said, unable to keep up anymore as her body trembled and shivered. "I'm gonna . . ." She was cut off as Jeanna grabbed her head and pushed it back into the dark-haired girl's pussy. "You aren't done, sweetheart!" she moaned as Vicky simply began licking and sucking on Jeanna's clit. The girl was too far gone to use her fingers, but she wasn't going to let Jeanna down. When the first splash of cum hit Deborah's face, she wished she had brought a snorkel, or at least some safety glasses. Vicky squirted so much that for a second, Deb couldn't see or breathe. Her fingers and hand were soaked and slick, and they were making squishy noises as they pumped Vicky's pussy. "Fucking good God Almighty . . ." Jeanna said as Vicky pushed the dark-haired girl over the brink of climax. Jeanna's expenditures were a mere trickle compared Vicky's flood, but to Vicky it tasted quite sweet. She nuzzled her girlfriend's crotch, rubbing her nose, cheek and lips against that moist opening. She inhaled deeply, savoring the musky scent. Deborah smeared some of Vicky's juices onto Deborah's enormous breasts. She got up and knelt on the couch, offering one glistening globe to Jeanna. That woman gladly began to lick her girlfriend's juices off the older woman's chest. "Almost as good as getting it from the source itself," Jeanna murmured as she dragged her tongue across that vast expanse of breast flesh. Vicky joined her, licking her own cum off of Deborah's other tit. As they suckled, Jeanna pushed her hand between Deborah's thighs and started to rub the older woman's pussy in small circles. "I think it's time for YOU to have some fun," she said wickedly. "Whatever did you have in mind?" Deborah replied as innocently as possible. "Sit on my lap and I'll show you," Jeanna replied. As Deborah climbed onto her friend's lap, Jeanna pushed four scrunched up fingers into the woman's snatch. Deborah got the idea and began to ride those fingers as Jeanna continued sucking on the woman's massive tits. "But what can I do?" asked Vicky in a pout. Then she got an idea. She stood behind Deborah and pushed a couple of fingers into her asshole. She knew that Deb often liked having something back there when her front door was occupied. Then Vicky pushed herself against Deborah, shadowing her as she humped Jeanna's fingers. Deborah realized what an incredible team these two young women were, both in and out of the ring. They had her sandwiched between them, and she very much enjoyed being there. And Jeanna was good at breast play. Deb was beginning to wonder if she could actually get hickies on her nipples! Jeanna was sucking to her heart's content as her head was almost enveloped by Deborah's tit-flesh. The woman's bodyweight was pressing down on Jeanna, and that feeling was compounded by Vicky's body pressing on the other side. Jeanna reached her arms around Deborah so she could caress her girlfriend's body. 'How did I get so lucky to find this girl?' she thought. Vicky was beautiful, sexual, fun and completely compatible with Jeanna. 'Does that mean I love her?' Jeanna thought. 'A strange notion considering I have a different girl on my lap, but yes . . . I think it DOES mean I love her!' That thought imbued Jeanna with a state of euphoria. As soon as they were done making Deborah cum, she was going to have another crack at her girlfriend. But first things first. Deborah turned her head and received a kiss from Vicky. The young blonde was stretching Deb's asshole like it was going out of style, and Jeanna's fingers seemed to be getting deeper inside her body with every humping motion. She had gone from a long dry spell to swimming in an ocean of sex. "If you suck on my tits any harder, you might have to take one home with you," Deb joked. Jeanna pinched a nipple with her teeth. "If that's an offer . . .," Jeanna said, teasing the offended nub with her tongue. Deborah was bouncing faster and faster, and Vicky was finger-fucking her ass harder and harder. With two openings full and her breasts being ravaged, it was Deborah's turn to cum, which she did with great abandon. She was bouncing like a pogo stick on Jeanna's fingers as her juices leaked out onto her thighs, grunting as she came. Then she collapsed against Jeanna's chest as Vicky withdrew her fingers from Deborah's behind. Ringside Seats Ch. 02 But Vicky wasn't given much opportunity to rest. Jeanna grabbed her hands and pulled until Vicky was sitting on the couch. Jeanna rapidly placed herself between her girlfriend's thighs and picked up where Deborah had left off earlier. She might not have Deb's experience, but she had passion and enthusiasm. "Oh sweetie! What's got you all riled up?" "You're just delicious, that's all," Jeanna said as took Vicky's inner lips in her mouth and shook her head like a dog. Deborah sat next to Vicky, sucking on the girl's neck and earlobe while fondling her firm little tits. "She is sweet, isn't she?" Vicky looked at the blonde girl's face as it looked down at Jeanna's, which was still buried in Vicky's pussy. Deborah understood that look: it was adoration. Deborah was honored being allowed to be part of what those two women had, even if the couple was still trying to figure out what that was. Jeanna's face was covered in the residue of the last time Vicky had cum, but she didn't mind. She wanted more of that sweet juice. Deborah might enjoy playing around on the surface, but Jeanna loved to get her tongue deep into girl-flesh and get busy. She sunk her mouth into Vicky's hole and wiggled her tongue like a worm on a hook. "Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . oh . . ." Vicky was slowly being eaten out of her mind, and having Deborah lean in and suck on her delicate pink nipples wasn't helping. Vicky's brain was on pleasure overload, and she had no clue what to do with herself. And Jeanna was relentless, toying with Vicky for five minutes. But when Deborah's skilled hand found its way to Vicky's crotch and started to gently rub Vicky's clitoral hood, the poor girl couldn't hold out any longer. "Jeanna . . . baby . . . here I cum!" Jeanna almost drowned. Vicky wasn't any dryer after having already climaxed once, and Jeanna took the brunt of the second cumming full in the face. And Vicky was writhing on the sofa, grabbing her hair with both hands and with an open-mouthed look of ecstasy on her young face. When Jeanna looked up, her face was shining with her lover's fluid and she was licking her lips. "Not bad, if I do say so myself," she said, crawling up Vicky's body, pressing against her and kissing her deeply. "You're my baby," Vicky said, then giggled at her teenager-ish statement. Then both she and Jeanna gave Deborah a hug. "Well girls, we'd better go somewhere and get cleaned up. We just have a couple hours left until showtime," Deborah pointed out. "You wanna play some more after the show?" Vicky asked. Deborah looked at her and then Jeanna. "Nah, not tonight. I'll go with for the McDonalds food-run, but then I've got some paperwork to do. Maybe tomorrow?" Actually, Deb didn't have anything to do that couldn't wait, but she wanted Jeanna and Vicky to spend some more time alone, particularly for Vicky's sake. "Tomorrow then," said Jeanna. "Can we go to Great Falls?" Vicky asked, referring to an enormous water-slide park in southern Springfield. "I have a great bikini I haven't had a chance to wear, and Tiffany could bring Sally!" Deborah looked toward the door that led to the bar. "I think that'd be cool. I haven't been to a place like that in a long time." "I can hardly wait to see all the young lifeguards oggling those tits," Jeanna said with a laugh. "But we may have to find a way to pay for Tiffany and Sally without them knowing," Deb said thoughtfully. "Tiff just bout Sally's school stuff, so you know she'll say no." "I'll buy tickets in advance, so they'll go to waste if Tiffany doesn't show," Jeanna said, looking around for her clothes. "Good thinking." Deborah was pulling on her blouse. "So let's get cleaned up. Anybody know what happened to my thong?" ------------ ------------------ A few hours later . . . ------------ ------------------ Lilly was sitting in the upper tier of the arena, watching as Marcia ( or "Vixen") locked up with Vicky (or "Valkyrie") in the middle of the ring. But Lilly wasn't watching too much of the action in the ring, as her eyes were locked on Tiffany "Demonica" Thurman at ringside. Lilly knew she wasn't supposed to be there. She had promised her uncle not to come within a hundred-yards of Gabby in an informal restraining order and she knew she was probably closer than that at the moment, but she didn't care. She was supposed to hook up with Tiffany and company after the show. Lilly had been surprised to get the invitation from her aunt, but she had decided to take it. 'God, I haven't . . . hung out . . . with anyone for a while. Let's hope I don't make a complete ass of myself,' she thought as Marcia poked Vicky in the eye with her thumb as the referee tried for a clean break. That was followed up with a knee lift and a wicked-looking leg-lock submission hold, which the noble heroine of the match was able to kick out of. Tiffany and Jeanna were yelling at each other from ringside. Even knowing that the entire thing was staged, Lilly was impressed by the two friends' ability to yell at each other for five straight minutes without their voices giving out. 'Maybe I would have been better as a manager. At least I know I can yell at people,' she thought. 'Tiffany looks good it tights, but I think she looks better in jeans,' she added, staring at those powerful legs propelling the woman up to the ring apron. She was distracting both the referee and Jeanna while Marcia took a wild swing at Vicky with some brass knuckles that had been left in the corner by Tiffany. But Vicky ducked and buried a shoulder into her opponent's midsection, then picked her up over her shoulder and dropped Marcia throat first across the top ring-rope. While Marcia "struggled for breath," Vicky climbed to the top rope and went for a flying-shoulder block, only to collide with the hand holding the brass knuckles on accident. Marcia, stunned by her good luck as well as the blow she had received earlier, fell on top of her opponent. Demonica spun the referee around, and her protégé got the three count. Lilly felt her heart beating faster and while the rest of the crowd booed, she was clapping and cheering. --------------- ------------- At McDonalds . . . --------------- ------------- Lilly was nervous, but she thought she was doing well. She hadn't offended anybody so far that evening, mostly by keeping quiet. It was apparently a larger-than-usual gathering, with Francine and Robert DeField joining Marcia, Jeanna, Vicky, Deborah, Tiffany and Sally. Robert and Francine had apparently decided to put aside any of their personal feelings about Tiffany's sexual preference in order to try and get to know the professional woman who had stood up for Francine when Gabby had screwed up that maneuver. And Robert had offered to buy Lilly a Happy Meal of her own for putting Gabby in her place, and Lilly had given a very uncharacteristic smile. Gabby had been forced to wrestle in make-up so thick that she looked like a clown-hooker to cover up the bruises Deborah had tried engaging her in conversation, but Lilly was too nervous. She had wanted to try and talk a little bit with Tiffany, but Sally was bouncing on her mother's knee and was being the absolute center of Tiffany's attention. Lilly was beginning to think her opportunity would never come and she was looking for a way to make a polite exit when she turned back and found Sally staring directly into Lilly's eyes. "Hi," the young girl said with a shyness often reserved for strangers. "Hey," Lilly replied. She had never spent much time with kids, and wasn't really sure how to talk to one. So she opted for treating Sally like she treated everyone else . . . but nicer. Annoy Sally . . . annoy Tiffany, and that was something Lilly desperately wanted to avoid. "What's your name?" "Lilly." "Isn't that a flower?" "Yes, I think so." "Why are you named after a flower?" "I dunno. My folks liked the flower maybe?" "Why?" And Lilly found herself trapped in the almost infamous "Why" conversation that Sally had with new people. After several minutes, Lilly began to panic. She had actually been in hour-long debates with philosophy professors, but she was running out of answers to a seven-year-old girl's questions, and her intellectually competitive nature refused to allow her to respond with "Because." Finally, Lilly heard some chuckling. It was Tiffany. "Sweetheart, I think that's enough," she said, kissing her daughter on the head and then mussing with her hair. That made Sally get a serious case of the giggles. "Why don't you go tell Vicky about your new backpack?" Sally jumped off Tiffany's knee and hurried over to her best friend Vicky to discuss the benefits of having a PowerPuff Girl backpack over a Barbie backpack. Tiffany turned back to Lilly. "Sorry about that. She's kind of a persistent little bugger once she gets going." "It's okay," Lilly replied, trying to keep her composure. "She should be a scientist. Those people love the question 'Why?'" "The same could be said of philosophers," Tiffany shot back with a smile. "I'm glad you were able to make it. Deb . . . she told me some of what you said by the way . . . about why you did what you did to Gabby. I appreciate the sentiment . . . so does Francine. I was just wondering . . . I guess . . . why? As if you haven't heard THAT word enough." "Like I told Deborah, I just REALLY got sick of her attitude and . . . and this time, someone actually got hurt, and for her to try and turn things on you . . . I just flipped. I shouldn't have done that," she said, realizing that Tiffany probably wasn't exactly interested in total psychopaths. "I'm the last one to criticize you. I should point out that I was planning on doing something pretty similar . . ." "But you had a bunch of people holding you back," Lilly reminded her. "And if you had done it, it would have cost you a job that you actually liked. I . . . wasn't that attached to getting drooled on by drunks at ringside while waiting breathlessly for an opportunity to announce a fictional name, fictional weight and fictional place of origin. By the way, who came up with 'parts unknown' anyway?" Tiffany laughed. "I wish I knew. I wanted to be from Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, just like Cactus Jack. But your uncle wouldn't go for it." She looked over towards her daughter for a moment, who was sitting in Francine's lap while talking to Vicky. Robert looked very nervous, as do many men whose wives are becoming enchanted by other peoples' kids. Then Tiffany turned back to Lilly. "So you decided that if Gabby was going to be given a beating, it was better by you than me?" "That was pretty much my thinking, yes. Uncle John wasn't going to do sh . . . do anything to me," Lilly said, monitoring her language around Sally. "He hates dealing with Mom." "Still, just yelling at Gabby might have worked. You beat up a couple of people, plus stomping on John's foot. Did you learn all that in that military academy?" Lilly blushed. "No, I learned some in basic training. I . . . I joined the army right after I graduated the academy . . ." Lilly's skin was flushed and her heart rate was high. She hadn't meant to bring that up. "But you went to college right? So you couldn't have been in the army long. What happened?" Tiffany asked, very curious about this young woman's past. "Uh . . . uhm . . . Listen, can we do this another time? I'm sorry, but I'm really tired . . ." Lilly almost tripped over her own feet as she stood up and moved towards the door. "It was nice meeting you all," she said awkwardly to the gathered group, despite having known all of them for several months. "Wait . . . I'm sorry," Tiffany said, though she wasn't sure what she had said wrong. "No, I'm just really wiped," Lilly replied, somewhat unconvincingly. She strode quickly outside and made a beeline for her car. But before she could get the door open, she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. "Hey," said Tiffany. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to pry or anything. I was just curious and . . ." Tiffany seemed to have developed a knack for getting surprised those days, because she was due for another one. As Lilly turned to face Tiffany, all thought had vanished from the younger woman's mind. And that was when Lilly kissed Tiffany. Tiffany froze as Lilly's lips met her own, even though it was just for a moment. "Oh God!" Lilly said after she broke the impromptu kiss. "I . . . I'm SO sorry!" She hurried into her car and pulled away, leaving a stunned Tiffany standing in the parking lot. Finally Tiffany turned around and saw an equally surprised Deborah standing in the doorway of the restaurant. "I didn't do anything!" Tiffany said. "I . . . I . . . I have no idea . . . why . . ." Tiffany was incapable of coherent thought. "What the hell does this mean?" Deborah was beginning to understand Lilly's behavior. She cracked a smile. "It means that YOUR life just got a bit more interesting." ---------------- --------------------- To be continued . . . Ringside Seats Ch. 03 This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. This story is about two of my favorite things: Lesbians and professional wrestling. It is also the third part in an ongoing series. -------------- ---------------------- "I can't believe I did that," Lilly Kline said as she rocked back and forth on her bed, her knees tucked in against her chest. Several days earlier, she had been employed at a job that she hated and had a secret crush on one a female professional wrestler. Since then, she had assaulted another woman who had insulted the girl that Lilly was interested in, lost her job, and the whole "secret" part of her secret crush had been blown out of the water when Lilly had kissed Tiffany in the parking lot of a McDonalds. Then Lilly had run off like a frightened rabbit. She hadn't been able to sleep at all the previous night, but she wasn't sure if that was from her incredulity regarding her kissing Tiffany, or the lingering excitement of that same event. Then she heard a knock on her door. "Lilly?" came a familiar voice at the door. "I know you're in there! Your car is here and you left your light on." "Go away Deb!" Lilly said, leaning against the wall. "I don't think so," Deborah replied. "I really think we should talk." There was a pause. "Lilly, I saw the whole thing. But don't worry, I didn't tell anyone and neither did Tiff. I just want to talk." A few seconds later, Deb heard a chain sliding and the deadbolt being unlocked. A very dejected-looking Lilly opened the door, then wandered back to sit on her bed. Deborah closed the door behind her and sat down at the other end of the bed. "So . . ." the blonde woman started. "So . . ." Lilly replied. "Well, I guess this means you won't be bringing any boys home to meet your parents?" Deborah said. "You would 'guess' correctly," Lilly said despondently. "So, let's hear it. The whole story, staring with when you knew, and ending with why you kissed Tiffany." "Kinda pushy, aren't you?" Lilly said. "Yes. And I'm not easily distracted. We've already established that you and I have never been close. Let's cut that out. C'mon, talk to me. You're going to have to talk to Tiffany sometime, so wouldn't you rather hear it all out loud before that happens?" Deborah just kept staring at Lilly until she got a response. Lilly sighed. "She's just so . . . and I'm so . . ." Lilly was making incomprehensible motions with her hands, trying to find a way of expressing herself. "I couldn't have said it better myself," Deborah said with a smirk. "Tiffany's something, isn't she? And did you know she thinks that she's unattractive?" "It's bullshit," Lilly replied. "Probably because of bitches like Gabby talking down to her all the time." "I think Tiffany's image problems started before Gabby, but she probably didn't help." "But Tiffany is more than beautiful. She's genuine. She doesn't backstab people to get ahead. She says what's on her mind. She stands up for people who deserve it, even when they wouldn't stand up for her." Deborah felt a twinge at that statement. She and Vicky and Jeanna all still felt a bit guilty about leaving their new friend dangling on her own in the wind as long as they had. Everyone had assumed the powerful woman was impervious to the barbs she had received, but apparently she had felt every sting. "That's all true," Deb said. "So why didn't you say anything? It's just in the last few weeks that you've been . . . less irritating than usual." 'Could it really hurt just to tell her?' Lilly thought. She sighed again. "I have trust issues." "I gathered. Why?" Lilly rested back on the bed, staring at her ceiling. "My parents . . . they weren't exactly the most 'hands on' kind of people. They always sent me off somewhere to go to school. That includes a small, all-girls Catholic high school." "This is beginning to sound like one of my movies," Deborah said. "What happened?" "Well, I began to have feelings . . . I guess that isn't too strange. Most people do at that age. But I didn't feel it for the boys we saw walking past the school." Deborah smiled. "What was her name?" "Anna Palin. Star of the school's basketball team. Long legs . . ." Lilly drifted off for a moment. "We also roomed together in the same dorm. One of the other girls scored some pot . . ." "Now this is REALLY sounding like one of my movies," Deborah chuckled. "Well, we all got baked, played truth or dare, and there was a whole lot of girls kissing girls going on. Most of it was pretty innocent. But I got dared to kiss Anna, and I wasn't feeling very innocent when I did it. And when she slipped me some tongue, I got the impression she felt the same way. Then we went back to our dorm room . . . and you can guess the rest. We were both fifteen." "What happened?" So far, it didn't sound to Deborah like a bad story, which probably meant the worst was coming. "For about six months, I learned everything I wanted to know about being with a girl. We had both turned sixteen by the time we were caught. Another student stumbled into our room when we were . . . you know. Anna . . . she told everyone that I had gotten her stoned and then seduced her. She was the star athlete and her parents donated a lot of money to the school. I was . . . expendable. So all her friends . . . all my friends . . . everyone turned on me. No one wanted to be associated with me." Deborah scooted down and pulled Lilly against her. "I'm sorry, hon. Kids can be cruel." "It wasn't just kids. The faculty treated me like a leper until they finally got around to kicking me out. My parents didn't care about my side. They just figured that I was a drug addict and a deviant, and sent me off to two years of military school to 'set me straight.' But my permanent record went with me, so I basically got the same treatment. The only people who would talk to me were the guys in the motor pool, so I kind of got assigned to work there until I graduated. But I actually kind of liked having a sense of purpose, so I enlisted in the army. A year in, one of the base officers took a 'liking' to me. When I shot down his advances, things got ugly. He went back and dug up everything that he could on my past, found out I was gay and got me kicked out." Lilly was actually beginning to cry. "And the worst . . . the worst part was having to crawl back to my parents and ask for help. They made it seem like such a burden on them to help out until I could get into college. They've got a fucking house here in Springfield and one in the fuckin' Bahamas, but it was INCREDIBLY inconvenient to let me stay in either of them for a few months." "Welcome to the club," Deborah said, her eyes a bit teary. "What club?" "The outcasts." When Lilly looked confused, Deborah cracked a smile. "A single gay mother, a bisexual ex-porn-star and now . . . and now a young lesbian ex-army philosopher." "What about Vicky and Jeanna? Are they . . ." "I think any questions you have about Vicky and Jeanna should be addressed to them," Deborah said sternly. She wasn't going to be the one to out the two women. "But . . . there's something you should know, but you CAN'T tell your uncle." "Okay," Lilly said, somewhat interested. "Tiffany . . . and I . . . well, we've been more than 'just friends' on a number of occasions." Lilly's eyes shot open. "So . . . so I never even stood a chance? She and you . . . but you're married and . . . Damn it, it's not fair!" "Before you go ballistic and hurt me or anything, she and I are NOT an item. We both . . . we both needed someone. And we both needed to be wanted, if that makes any sense. I'm not the one who's going to get to settle down with her and knit potholders with her." Deborah smiled. "That job is still open. But it'll never be you if you hide in your room for the rest of your life." "But . . . but why aren't you . . ." "Trying to make it work with her? We've already mentioned that I'm married, and I'm not likely to be in a position to change that anytime soon. And I'm not discouraging you because you seem to have good intentions. But keep in mind, any thoughts of Tiffany had better include Sally, otherwise you're in for a wake-up call." "So . . . you think I should . . . go for it? And there won't be any problems with you and me?" "I think you should go for it you really want it, and I'm not the one you need to worry about. But if you're good with Tiffany, you're good with me." Deborah patted the young woman on the leg. "Now get your swimsuit. A bunch of us are going to Great Falls Water Park this afternoon." "I can't . . . I'm not ready," Lilly whimpered. "You can and you should. Of course, I can't make you, but the longer you wait, the more of a chance someone else will come along. And you'll actually have a chance to see her in a swimsuit. I promise, it'll be worth it," Deborah said. "Just . . . just tell her what you told me. Let her get to know you. You're in her good graces right now. Don't blow it." "I don't have a bathing suit." "We'll go buy one." "I don't have the money." "I'll pay for it," Deborah countered. "But . . ." "Listen," said Deborah, putting her foot down, "you can go with me to buy a suit and then go to the park with us, or I can call Tiffany right now and tell her where to find you and have her come by your room." "I'll get my purse," Lilly said, finally caving in. 'When did Deborah get so bossy?' she grumbled mentally. "Good girl. And don't even try to crawl out the bathroom window. I've seen those movies too." -------------- ------------ That afternoon . . . -------------- ------------ "This has turned into a circus," Tiffany said as she got out of her car. Somehow, her friends had sprung this excursion on her at the last moment, and since Jeanna had already brought tickets, Tiffany would have felt bad about letting them go to waste. And when Jeanna had dropped by to spring the news, Sally had looked so excited that her mother couldn't say no. But Tiffany had made the mistake of calling her brother and seeing if he wanted to bring his wife and kids, and her entire family had decided to show up, including cousins. Not that she minded being around her family, but she had got a call just before leaving that Deborah was showing up with Lilly in tow, and Tiffany wasn't sure what was going to happen when THAT young lady arrived. 'Maybe I need a chaperone,' she pondered. She had talked with Deborah on the phone earlier, but her friend was being tight-lipped about her conversation with Lilly. 'Some friend,' she thought irritably. Sally was running around in circles with her cousins under the watchful eye of Vicky, who found herself up to her elbows in pre-teen children. Tiffany was sure that some of the young boys might be sent through puberty a bit early after seeing Vicky in her bikini. It wasn't that it was an inappropriately skimpy suit for a family park . . . it was just that Vicky could make a burlap sack look sexy. But the blonde beauty was having a blast already, and her girlfriend was watching her from nearby. Tiffany wished they would just come out so that they could be a more public couple, but she understood why they had their secrets. And they would probably be especially careful that day, since Vicky had apparently invited the DeFields, as well as Marcia "Vixen" Levinson and her boyfriend Tom. Then, Tiffany saw Deborah's car pull up, and her friend quickly got out. The simple black one-piece suit she was wearing was barely able to contain those enormous tits, and Tiffany was willing to bet that Deborah was going to attract any attention that wasn't focused on Vicky. Deborah stood at the passenger side of her vehicle, trying to coax her passenger out. Finally, the dark-haired young woman got out of the car, one wonderful leg at a time. Tiffany had never seen the girl in anything but her semi-formals or casuals before, and she liked what she was seeing. Lilly had a hot, tight body! She wasn't built or cut nearly as much as Tiffany was, but Lilly would still have looked pretty good in a fitness competition. Her slim hips were sporting a sexy pair of tight blue swim-trunks that exposed just a bit of butt poking out the bottom, and her handful-sized breasts nicely filling out her bikini top. "Damn," said Jeanna nearby. "Not bad! I'm a little surprised to see her here, but the view is nice!" Tiffany silently but wholeheartedly agreed. She was still glad she hadn't told Jeanna about what had happened last night. This could be awkward enough without her friend's "good natured" ribbing. Deborah and Lilly walked over to Tiffany. Deborah gave her part-time lover a friendly hug, then waited for one of the two to say something. They just stared at each other awkwardly. Deborah rolled her eyes, then noticed how many people were nearby. "Last one into the water is a rotten . . ." Deb started, then was almost stampeded by children heading towards the gate, their parents in hot pursuit. Deborah sauntered after them, hooking up with the other grown-ups from NAXW. She glanced over and saw Jeanna walk over to Vicky before doing something that took Vicky by surprise. Jeanna took her girlfriend's hand in her own and moved towards the ticket counter. Vicky's look of surprise was unmistakable, and she quickly flushed with joy. Lilly saw the two women walk off, hand in hand. "Wait," she said, forgetting her own problems for a moment. "Are they . . . I mean . . ." "Yeah, they are," Tiffany said. She didn't think she that needed to keep it a secret if Jeanna and Vicky weren't going to keep it a secret anymore. "There's a whole lotta gay women around here these days," Lilly said, staring at her feet. "Apparently so," came the response. "More of them than I anticipated, or so it would seem." Lilly looked Tiffany in the eyes. "I'm SO sorry about yesterday. That was WAY too forward of me. I had no right . . ." "To hell with 'right.' Why?" Tiffany was confused, but she didn't want to spook the girl. "Uhm. Because . . ." Lilly steeled her spine. "Because I'm attracted to you. I have been since I first started working for the company, and because I'd been wanting to do it for so long that . . . that I stopped thinking." Tiffany's head was reeling. That was a lot of confession to wrap her brain around in such a short period of time. Lilly waited a moment, then began to babble again. "I knew it. I knew I fucked up, and now you're trying to figure out how to get out of talking to me. I'll just wait out here until you guys are done and . . ." "No, that's not it at all," Tiffany said, finally finding her voice. "I'm just . . . you have a knack for surprising me. I used to think you hated me like you hated everybody else. This is . . . it's strange for me." Lilly was taking deep breaths and trying to get her heart rate back down. 'Okay, second chance here,' she thought. "I don't hate you . . . or a lot of people. I . . . I just assume the worst about them . . . and I assume that they think the same way about me." "That's kind of . . . bleak, isn't it?" Tiffany replied. "Yeah, I guess so." Tiffany motioned towards the park by tipping her head. "So why don't you tell me a little about yourself. And . . . and why you feel the way you do? After we go on a couple of rides first," she added. "That would be cool," Lilly replied, thankful for the brief reprieve before starting the whole story again. Actually, Lilly had a lot of fun that afternoon. She hung out with all the girls, as well as Tiffany's family. She and Jeanna actually had to be dragged away from The Screamer, which was a four-story-drop waterslide. Tiffany stuck mostly to the tube slides and kept an eye on her daughter. Vicky spent as much time near Jeanna as she could, though no force on Earth was going to get her to go on The Screamer. Apparently she and Jeanna talked with all their attending coworkers at some point or another, leveling with them about the girls' relationship. While some conversations were serious, no one seemed to be ready to condemn the two of them. In fact, some of them didn't seem all that surprised. But Lilly's most relaxing time was when she and Tiffany took a break from the rides, climbed into a couple of innertubes and floating along a canal that encircled the entire park. That was when Lilly was able to tell Tiffany about the unfortunate string of events that led up to her dismissal from the armed services, as well as a number of bad relationships that had occurred in college. Lilly had developed a tendency to wait until she was approached by a woman, under the delusion that if the girl worked at it a bit, it meant that she was more serious in her pursuit. That had turned out to be a fallacy. And Lilly got to learn about the unfortunate set of events in Tiffany's life that ended with a blessing, namely the birth of Sally, and she also found out how close Tiffany had come to quitting the business. Even though she had only known Tiffany for a couple of months, Lilly couldn't possibly imagine her NOT being in a wrestling ring. "So Deborah talked you into staying?" Lilly asked. "Yeah. I was going to quit right before the Los Angeles show, but she screamed at John long enough to get me back on the card. Things have been . . . better since then. Well, better except for Gabby, and you kind of took care of that." "I am SO lucky I didn't go to jail for that," Lilly said. "Sounds like your uncle doesn't have the balls to deal with your folks, especially for a disposable piece of garbage like Gabby." "How many have there been?" Lilly asked. "About six within the company, at least that I know of. Deb deserves so much better than him," Tiffany said, almost absentmindedly. "By the way . . . Deborah told me . . . about you two. For what it's worth, I like her. I'm glad you to were able to help each other out," Lilly said. Then she saw Tiffany blush bright red. "'Help each other out.' Is that what they're calling it these days?" "I would've called it something else, but it looks like you're about to have company," Lilly said, looking at the bank of the canal as Sally leapt from the side directly into her mother's lap. The air was driven out of the woman's body and her butt sank all the way through the hole in tube. She was actually wedged into the hole, with only her head and her legs above the knee visible above the rim. Sally hugged her mom's head. "Hi Mom!" Tiffany gasped and tried to smile. Lilly started to laugh, as did the few other people who were gathered on the bank. "Huh . . . honey," Tiffany finally got out. "Mommy can't breathe." "Sorry," Sally said. She looked around, then crawled from Tiffany's innertube onto Lilly's. Lilly wasn't sure what to do, particularly when Sally grinned at her, then curled up in her lap and watched her mother trying to extricate herself from her predicament. Lilly noticed Deborah standing on the bank and watching. She had an evil grin on her face. When Lilly mouthed the words, "What do I do?," Deb just shrugged. This is what she had been talking about: Tiffany and Sally were a package deal. "Did I invite you over here?" Lilly asked, shaking her head. Ringside Seats Ch. 03 "No," replied Sally, pouting out her bottom lip. Lilly smiled and started to tickle the young girl until she squealed and tried to scurry back over to the safety of her mother. But Tiffany paddled just out of reach, and she smiled as her daughter continued to giggle outrageously. It was one of her favorite things to hear. The group ended their outing by engaging in an epic-sized bumper boat war. Sally was in a boat with her mother, making everyone else take it easy on them. But Tiffany took advantage of her secret weapon and smashed into everything that moved. Then they finished up and said their good-byes. Sally hugged all her cousins, her uncle and her aunt, and then the group broke up and went their separate ways. But before climbing into Deborah's car, Lilly felt a hand on her shoulder. "Hey," said Tiffany. "Hi. Listen," Lilly started, "I had a great time today." "Would . . . would you like to try it again? Maybe . . . tomorrow?" "Like a date?" Lilly asked. "Yeah. Just you and me. Betty's willing to baby-sit, and . . ." "Absolutely! I'd love to," Lilly said. It was more than she thought she should hope for. "Maybe a movie, or . . ." It was Tiffany's turn to surprise someone. She grabbed the sides of Lilly a friendly kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow." Then she turned around and headed back to her car, and Lilly had to be helped into the car. ------------- ------------------------------------- That evening, at Deborah's house . . . ------------- ------------------------------------- "I like it when you girls come by to house sit. Someday, I might even let you do it when I'm not at home," Deborah moaned as Jeanna and Vicky jockeyed for position between Deb's thighs and a slice of pie. The girls had all met up after their water-park adventure and been enjoying themselves on and off for a couple of hours. "I wouldn't mind sleeping in this bed, but it's much more fun having sex in it," Vicky replied, rubbing up one side of Deb's opening just before Jeanna licked the other side. "You two make such a good team," Deborah cooed. "That's why we ARE a team," Jeanna said. With Deborah on her back and Vicky between that woman's legs, Jeanna gave up her spot so she could kneel behind her girlfriend and have unrestricted access to the prettiest pussy in all the land. Vicky had been all over her for most of the day since Jeanna revealed her willingness to go public, so Jeanna needed to give the hot blonde a little of what she craved. She shoved two fingers from one hand into Vicky's cunt from behind and then started licking around them as she started to pump. Vicky rested her lips on Deb's opening and began to moan. She had been so turned on earlier that she had already cum three times, but Jeanna was going for more. Vicky stuck her tongue between Deborah's nether lips, but she kept her tongue action leisurely. It was more like she was getting to know that orifice rather than trying to get immediate results. Deborah's huge tits were rising and falling and she was moaning contentedly. 'I think I'm getting better at this,' thought Vicky. "C'mon sweet thing, show me what you've learned." Deborah was coaxing the younger girl to strive to new heights of oral pleasuring, and Vicky was rising to the challenge. That delicate little pink tongue was taking its sweet . . . sweet . . . sweet time finding all the sensitive parts of Deborah's paradise. "Jeanna, make her go faster," Deborah said, somewhat impatient to experience another orgasm. Jeanna used her free hand and gave her girlfriend a quick slap on the behind. "You heard the woman," she said before continuing her own oral attentions. She flipped over onto her back and pulled Vicky's crotch closer to Jeanna's face. She just started running her tongue deep into Vicky's hole, gripping the girl's ass tightly as she did so. Vicky responded obediently to the spank by licking faster. Like Deborah had taught her, she spent most of her time licking the surface and playing with her fleshy inner and outer labia. She couldn't help but watch Deborah running her hands over the flesh-and-implant mounds attached to her chest. Vicky almost wished she had a dick to fuck those tits with. 'Wait, doesn't she have toys?' she thought, then filed that idea away for later use. The only thing that would make Deb's life any better at that moment would be if Tiffany were sitting on her face, but she knew that those days might be coming to an end. 'She's got a date with Lilly tomorrow. I never would've seen THAT one coming,' she thought. 'Speaking of "coming,"' she added as a few well-placed tongue-lashings had Deborah's brain reeling. She could never cum in the quantities that Vicky had become famous for, but she gave it her all as her juices flowed onto the younger woman's face. And like the trooper she was, Vicky didn't stop licking until Deborah was finished. "Can we get the toys now?" Vicky asked innocently, wiping the cum from her chin. "If you insist," Deb replied. "They're in the top drawer . . . middle . . . of the dresser." "Gotta keep 'em handy," Jeanna said, lying next to her buxom hostess while her girlfriend ransacked the plethora of dildos, vibrators, anal beads and plugs that had the honor of keeping Deborah company on those lonely nights. Jeanna draped half her body onto Deb's and started feeling up those big old tits while Deborah grabbed Jeanna's ass. Vicky was rifling through the toy drawer, trying to decide what to use first. She settled on the seven-inch, flesh-like dildo and strap-on harness. "I . . . I want you . . . to suck it," Vicky said, trying to find her voice when talking to Deborah. Deb grinned. 'So, the mouse wants to be a lion?' She got on her hands and knees, sitting her butt down on her feet until she was sitting like a pet dog. She looked up at Vicky. "What do you want me to do again? Say it . . . louder." Vicky was smiling as sweetly as a girl sporting an "erection" could. "I want you to suck my cock!" Deb grabbed the shaft with one hand, opened her mouth and sucked gently on the head of the phallus. She didn't stay there long though, moving her hand out of the way as she sucked the whole toy into her mouth. Jeanna sat on the bed behind her, reaching down and pushing a couple of fingers into Deb's box from behind. She was enjoying seeing this side of her lover, but she hoped it didn't go too far. Jeanna kind of enjoyed being the "powerful" one of the couple. Vicky was pumping her new appendage into Deborah's open mouth. There was a certain feeling of power that the act filled her with. She looked over at Jeanna, who flashed her a look of approval as she finger-fucked Deb. "I want to fuck your tits now," she said, looking back to Deb. Deborah pulled her lips away from the fleshy toy, leisurely getting back onto the bed and laying down. Vicky followed her, straddling her stomach. "I've seen guys do this in some of those videos . . ." She blushed, looking over at Jeanna and remembering their time together in the video booth at Captain Dick's Adult Emporium down in Los Angeles. "Jeanna, could you grab that bottle of lube?" Deborah asked. She poured a generous helping between her tits, then pushed them together. "She looks so sexy," Vicky said just before Jeanna kissed her. The two of them were staring at Deb as she made her "sexy porn face" while Vicky fucked her tits. Jeanna leaned in and began sucking on Deb's nipples as the sex toy traveled the canyon between them. Deb licked her lips. "Hey Jeanna, why don't you have a seat over here so I can see what you're made of?" Deborah asked. Jeanna was quick to take her up on the offer, straddling Deb's face while facing Vicky. She kissed her tag-team partner as Deb's tongue crept into Jeanna's pussy. Vicky kept pumping her toy between Deb's tits and fondling those same globes, while Deb had two handfuls of Vicky's ass. "I want to fuck her now," Vicky said, albeit a bit reluctantly. She also wanted to keep kissing her girlfriend. "As long as she keeps doing what she's doing," Jeanna moaned. Deb gave better head than any girl she had ever met. Jeanna placed her hands on Deb's now vacant breasts and held on for dear life. Meanwhile, Vicky was positioning herself between Deb's thighs and thrusting the dildo deep into the woman's warmth. Deborah locked her ankles together behind Vicky's back as the younger girl proceeded to violate her depths. "Harder," moaned Deb between licks. Jeanna's thighs were pressed tightly against the sides of Deb's face, but Vicky still heard the plea. She slammed the dildo home repeatedly, not satisfied until she heard the audible slap of latex on flesh. And the harder she pounded, the better Deborah seemed to like it. And the more Deborah liked it, the faster her tongue and lips moved in their pleasuring of Jeanna's privates. It was a win-win situation. Vicky was fucking Deborah was a passion, and Jeanna was staring straight at her lover. Vicky was getting wilder every time they got together, and Jeanna wondered if she had bitten off more than she could chew. 'Am I going to be good enough to hold on to her?' Jeanna wondered suddenly. But her mental train of self-doubt was temporarily derailed as Deb's face froze. Jeanna watched as her girlfriend pulled out of Deb's pussy and shoved the latex cock into the woman's asshole. Deborah gasped as her backdoor was unceremoniously penetrated and filled with sex-toy-goodness. It took her a second to adjust, but when Vicky started slowly pumping the device in and out of her ass, Deborah returned to Jeanna's pussy with almost fanatical fervor. What had once been one of the most talented mouths in the porn industry was giving Jeanna everything it had, and Jeanna could barely stand it! Vicky saw her girlfriend's eyes starting to glaze over, and she couldn't help but smile. She knew quite well what Deborah's orals skills felt like, as several damp spots on the comforter provided testament to. Vicky placed her fingers on the swollen upper portion of Deborah's mound and started rubbing them in small circles while she fucked Deborah's ass. She knew Deborah liked it best when she had both of her lower openings being stimulated at the same time. Deb's ass was as tight as a clamp. 'I wonder if she exercises it somehow,' Vicky thought absentmindedly. "Oh good God," Jeanna groaned as her hips shuddered, her abdomen clenched and her body experienced a delicious orgasm. Vicky heard Deborah actually gargling as Jeanna's cum came flowing down. When she was done, Jeanna collapsed onto Deb's body, nuzzling Vicky's hands aside so she could gently lick Deb's clitoral area. Vicky stroked Jeanna's head while they double-teamed their hostess once again. 'She may be better than either once of us,' Vicky thought smugly, 'but NO woman can take on both of us.' Her confidence was quickly rewarded by Deb's first orgasm. Five minutes later, it was followed by a second. Only then did they let Deborah free, delightfully aware that Deb couldn't care less about getting "free." Three sweaty, exhausted women huddled up together for a moment, exchanging kisses that ranged from friendly to passionate. "You girls don't have to rush off do you?" Deb asked suddenly. "I mean, would you mind staying the night? John won't be back, so you could take the spare bedroom if . . ." "Nah, we can stay," Vicky said, moving over so she could snuggle with Jeanna. Jeanna felt a little better. Having Vicky's body pressed against her soothed some of her anxiety. It was . . . comforting . . . natural. ----------------- -------------- The next morning . . . ----------------- -------------- Jeanna and Vicky were sitting out by the pool while Deborah took her morning shower. Both girls were lounging naked, thankful for the warm morning sun. "Jeanna?" "Yeah?" "What's wrong?" Vicky asked. "You've been so quiet this morning. Normally you've made at least five off-color comments and a couple of sexual references by now." "I'm exhausted," Jeanna said. "Keeping up with you isn't easy." Vicky rolled her eyes and then rolled her body over until she was lying on top of her girlfriend, staring down at her. "Now, what's REALLY going on? Lying to me doesn't work, remember?" "What? I'm . . . I'm not . . . lying . . ." Jeanna sighed. "I . . . are you wanting . . . more than me?" "What . . . what's that supposed to mean?" Vicky asked, suddenly very much awake. "It's just I know how you feel about Tiffany . . . and about Deborah . . . and you seem to like having them around just as much as me these days." "That's not true!" Vicky said, sitting up as she turned to face her lover. She grabbed on of Jeanna's hands. "I thought . . . you liked it when we had someone else to play with . . . and I do LIKE Deb and Tiff, but I don't feel anything towards them like I feel about you! You have to believe that!" Vicky was terrified. She thought Jeanna was going to break up with her or something. "I believe that . . . that you like me differently . . . God, I've never been this nervous before. I was so scared about letting people know about us that . . . I began to wonder if you had gotten tired of waiting. Last night I began to wonder if there was anything special about me anymore." Vicky was confused. "Everything about you is special. Why . . . why would you think my feelings towards you changed? I feel the same way about you that I did that first night . . . and that first morning I woke up in your bed." Jeanna sat up and gripped Vicky's hands. "I feel different. When we first met, I was so infatuated by you . . ." Vicky started to pull away, wanting to cover her eyes before she started to cry. She knew it! Jeanna was tired of her. But Jeanna held her hands fast. "Now I realize I love you. And I'm afraid that I've waited too long to tell you and now . . ." Jeanna's sentence was cut off as Vicky went from trying to escape to hugging her so tight that she could scarcely breathe. "You waited just long enough," Vicky whispered. "I've loved you from that first moment. I've been so scared you would never feel the same . . . I like Tiffany as a friend and mentor. I like Deborah as a teacher and lover. I love you because you are whatever I need, whenever I need it." Jeanna pulled her partner towards her and they kissed again. There was no sense of urgency or sense of time . . . just soft lips and warm breath exchanging necessary pleasantries. "Let's go away next week," Jeanna said at last, struggling to regain her breath. "Just you and me . . . to that bed and breakfast just up the shoreline." "We'll have to miss practice," Vicky responded, still a little weepy. "And I'll have to let the schools know I won't be available." Vicky's second job was as a substitute teacher. "Practice will go on without us, and they can find another substitute. I'll take a couple sick days at the hospital . . . I love Deb and Tiff, but I need to be with just you for a while," Jeanna said. Vicky blushed. "So, what day do we leave?" ------------- ----------------------- A week and a half later . . . ------------- ----------------------- Lilly was wondering if children were related to cats. Because it seems that the children of the Thurman clan identified which adult was least prepared to deal with them . . . who were allergic, if you will . . . and descended on them like rabid animals. Sally and her cousins were running in circles around Lilly as she tried not to move. "Okay, leave Miss Lilly alone," came a voice from behind her. "But Great Grandpa . . ." the children whined in unison. "You know, I think Kurt was almost done grilling the hot dogs and . . ." "HOT DOGS!" the pack howled, then took off through the house into the backyard. "Works every time," said Michael Thurman, slowly sitting down on the porch swing beside Lilly. Lilly grinned. She and Tiffany had been forced to cancel a couple of dates the previous week due to Sally catching a cold, but Tiff had insisted on rescheduling and had invited Lilly to her grandfather's birthday barbecue. Apparently, her family had a lot of these, using them to celebrate just about any special occasion. It was a bizarre concept for Lilly, primarily because her own family usually tried to AVOID spending time with her. "They're not so bad." "Don't get me wrong," Michael said, lighting up his pipe, "I love 'em to death. But they're a handful." "And those other ones were all Tiffany's brother's?" "Four of 'em were Kurt's. A couple of them were neighbor kids, and three of 'em are from cousins. And there's a couple more that I have no idea where they came from." He took a puff on his pipe. "So why aren't you out back with the others?" "I'm a little nervous around crowds. I just needed a break." Lilly looked around. "Where's . . ." "Tiffany?" Michael grinned. "She's in back. Betty and Thelma . . . Tiffany's cousin . . . cornered her. I suspect they're grilling her about you. Tiffany hasn't brought a date over in a very long time." "Really?" Lilly said, momentarily flushed with pride. "Tiffany's played things pretty close to the vest since Sally was born." "So I've heard. Do you . . . did you ever have any contact with Sally's father?" Lilly instantly wished she hadn't said anything, as Michael's face clouded over with utter contempt. "No. But if we ever do, William's got a shotgun in the closet with that bastard's name on it." He shook his head, trying to shake his dark feelings. "Sorry. Don't much care for a man who walks away from his responsibilities, especially not when my granddaughter is involved." He looked directly at Lilly. "So, word has it that you beat up that Gabby bitch. Good for you." If Lilly had been drinking, she probably would have choked on it as she coughed in surprise. "Sorry. Tiff has told me about her before. I'm glad someone finally put that woman in her place. Enough of that though. Tiffany also said you went to military school?" Lilly told him about her brief military career and gave a toned down version of why she had been kicked out of the army. Michael had looked annoyed when she gave him the reason. Then he began to talk about his own war experiences. He had been a young man when he had served in the Navy during the Second World War and a bit older when he served in Korea. He had a million war-stories to tell, and was pleased as punch to find someone who hadn't heard them all. William and Rebecca (Tiffany's parents) eventually made their way out to the front porch, rolling their eyes when they heard Michael tell his stories AGAIN. But they humored him. After all, he was turning eighty-seven years old. Eventually, Betty and her cousin Thelma showed up with Tiffany in tow, the latter woman looking someone vexed at her companion. Michael scooted over so Tiffany could sit next to Lilly, and Tiff was looking incredibly embarrassed about something. "Don't ask," she whispered under her breath when the conversation at large allowed. Lilly put her hand over her mouth to hide her smile. Kurt wandered in with a platter full of food, and the conversation moved to more pleasant things. ------------- ------------------ Several hours later . . . ------------- ------------------ "Okay, WHAT were you blushing about earlier?!?" Lilly asked as Tiffany walked her to her dorm room. "You REALLY don't want to know!" "It was about me, wasn't it? C'mon, tell me!" Tiffany chuckled and covered her eyes. "I told my cousin that you used to be in the military. She said, 'Oh, so she likes "discipline." How interesting.' Guess where the conversation went after that?" "I don't think so," Lilly said. "I don't do that . . . you know," she said, blushing herself. She turned around and leaned against her door. Things had gone well for her that day, and she wasn't sure how to say goodbye. 'Should I hug her? Shake her hand? Kiss her? Take her inside and fuck her brains out?' She shook her head, trying to get that inappropriate but highly tempting idea out of her head. Ringside Seats Ch. 03 "Neither do I," replied Tiffany. At that point, both girls were feeling a bit awkward. "Well, good night," she said. At the same moment, both women went to give each other a hug and wound up smashing their foreheads together. "Ouch!" the said in unison. They shared a laugh. "C'mere," Tiffany said. She gave Lilly a quick kiss on the forehead. "There. All better." Lilly just stared for a moment. Then she kissed Tiffany on the lips. "All better." Tiffany licked her lips, but then she sighed. "I don't think I'm ready for . . . anything else . . . yet. If we're going to do this, let's do it right." Lilly hugged her date. "I don't think I expected anything else." After another quick kiss, but this time on the cheek, Lilly went inside her dorm room for a fast masturbation session and a cold shower while Tiffany headed back to her parent's place to pick up her daughter. -------------- ----------------------- The next Saturday night . . . -------------- ----------------------- 'What the fuck is that bitch doing?' Tiffany thought as she stood on the ring-apron, grasping the ring-rope and watch Gabby and Marcia in the ring. Gabby was distracted, making her even more incompetent than usual. Her hateful stare kept falling on Tiffany, even when she wasn't in the ring, as well as on Vicky and Jeanna, who were her tag-team partners in a six-woman tag match. It was "Good Girl" Gabby and the Warrior Maidens versus Demonica, Freaky Francine and Vixen. Gabby had taken it badly when Jeanna and Vicky had outed themselves to the company at the Friday practice after they had returned from a sort of honeymoon. But John, in an incredibly dumb move, decided to put a raging homophobe and total bitch in the ring with three people she hated and two people who sympathized with them (one of whom Gabby had almost crippled). It was a single match in a pool of gasoline, and things were about to get explosive. Gabby threw Marcia into the turnbuckle and waited for the tag to Demonica. Tiffany jumped over the top rope and charged. Gabby wasn't selling a single move and her punches and chops were landing a lot harder than they were supposed to. Tiffany began to get a gut feeling that something was up. Finally, Gabby actually got to her spot and Tiffany clothes-lined her over the top rope. Gabby landed on her feet, even though she wasn't supposed to. When Tiffany slid under the bottom rope to continue the fight on the floor, Gabby did something that was unpardonable in professional wrestling. She made it personal. As Demonica was sliding out, Gabby reached under the ring apron and grabbed what appeared to be an actual lead pipe. Not a cardboard tube wrapped in aluminum foil or a well-disguised plastic pipe . . . actual lead. And she swung it at Tiffany's head. Tiffany was caught off guard, but she was still able to raise her arm, taking most of the blow on her elbow. Her arm exploded in pain. Through the haze that suddenly covered her eyes, she bum-rushed her enemy as Gabby took another swing, once again catching Tiffany in the elbow. Gabby was sent sprawling to the floor as Tiffany grabbed her elbow and took several steps backward. The pain was so intense that she was afraid she would pass out. The referee, Ron Brown, was stunned. He had to call for the bell and a disqualification, because anything else would look ridiculous to the crowd. But he had not expected this. No one had. Jeanna and Vicky had both dropped character and along with Francine and Marcia dog-piled onto Gabby before she could get up. The crowd either booed or looked confused, and the trainers and medical personnel came rushing out. And through it all, Gabby just kept screaming, "You're not so tough, are you?!? You sick bitch! And you two are next!" she yelled at Vicky and Jeanna. Marcia and Francine had Gabby suitably restrained, so Jeanna had to keep Vicky from beating the crap out the prone psychopath. ------------ ------------------------------------ After the commotion died down . . . ------------ ------------------------------------ Deborah had just gone to check on Tiffany before she had gotten loaded into the ambulance. All the girls had been sent to separate locker rooms, so she went to the main office, looking for her husband. She found him sitting in his chair, his head in his hands. "Have you called the cops yet?" she asked irritably. She couldn't believe the audacity Gabby had just displayed. "Cops? Why would I do that?" he said, looking pale and puzzled at the same time. Deborah stopped in her tracks. "Why? Because that bitch just assaulted Tiffany! That wasn't a mistake! That wasn't part of the script! That was a criminal act, you fucking moron!" "Now let's not be too hasty. We'll give everyone a chance to cool off, and then I'll get Gabby to give her side and . . ." "Shut the fuck up!" Deborah snarled. "There is NOTHING to discuss! She attacked my friend! Not only should she be charged with assault, she should be charged with a hate crime! Don't EVEN try and tell me you don't think this was about Tiffany being gay! You heard her . . . " "I heard someone who was very upset at the time and . . ." "UPSET? That wasn't upset! I'M upset! Tiff's seven-year-old daughter is going to be upset! Good God! If you don't call the police right this minute, then I will!" John's face was red with either anger or shame. Deb couldn't tell which. "Hey, I'm the president of this company, and I'LL be the one who decides how to handle this!" Deborah sat back on a desk. She looked her husband over with a cool and calculating stare. "I don't care how many times you've fucked her or how good she is in bed. She's a fucking criminal and she WILL be going to jail." John went from flushed red to pale as a sheet again. "I don't know what . . ." "Don't fuck with me. I know you've been 'fucking' with her! Just like you want to do with Marcia, and just like you did with at least five other girls! Just like you did with that ring-girl, as well as your secretary at the real-estate office. I know all about your damn affairs," she snarled, "but I let them slide. But you're so worried about your fuck-buddy getting sent away that you're willing to risk the lives and health of your employees to keep her. It's not going to happen, John. It's never going to happen again!" Deborah picked up the phone and called the police while her husband just sat there in his chair. He was helpless. He had vastly underestimated his wife's will and resolve, and he had just become a spectator in his own life. Deborah hung up the phone with a trembling hand. "The police are on their way. I'm going to go make sure that Gabby stays put until they arrive." She picked up the phone and handed it to John. "You might want to call your lawyer," she said in an icy voice. "Because I want a fucking divorce." Deborah turned on her heel and left her husband sitting there, an empty husk watching things fall apart around him. ------------ ---------------- The next evening . . . ------------ ---------------- "Damnit!" Tiffany muttered, then looked around and hoped that Sally hadn't heard. Tiffany was struggling to get her pain medication out of the "child proof" bottle while only using one hand. Finally she had to use both, despite the pain in her wrapped and slung elbow. The elbow was broken, meaning she would be out of action for at least six months, and she was supposed to take it easy on the arm for at least three of those months. Luckily, the doctor's didn't see the point of keeping her at the hospital, since she could convalesce just as well at home. Her career . . . her life . . . had been put on hold. Sally was apparently still in her room and hadn't heard her mother cuss. Tiffany sat down on the couch, grimacing all the way. She couldn't wrestle. She was going to have to call into her bartender job to see if they'd let her work. Her income had just been cut, and she didn't have any health insurance. To top things off, the monthly bills were sitting on her coffee table, almost as if to mock her. She leaned back and wiped tears from her eyes with her one good hand. She glanced over at her answering machine, which was blinking red. There were a number of messages there, but she hadn't felt like talking to anyone all day. "Mom?" Tiffany sniffed and quickly wiped her eyes again. "Hey honey. Your homework done?" Sally nodded her pretty blonde head. She was carrying a piece of paper with her as she sat down next to her mother. She handed a crayon picture with stick-figure depictions of her and Tiffany at the water park. There were also figures that Tiffany guessed where Deb, Lilly, Jeanna, Vicky, and all of her relatives. "I'm sorry Mom," Sally said, putting her head in Tiffany's lap. "It's okay sweetie. Mommy will be just fine," Tiffany said through gritted teeth. She hated lying to Sally. She knew she wasn't "fine" at all. "Do you need to cry? I cry sometimes. But you make it better," Sally whispered. She was only seven, but she could sense her mother's distress. Tiffany was developing a headache just trying to prevent herself from crying. Then she heard a knock at the door. Sally got up. There was a stool next to the door, and she used it to clamber up and look through the peephole. "It's Lilly and Deb," she said. She got down and pushed the stool out of the way, opening the door before her mother could concoct a reason to send them away. "Hey," Deb said. "Hey," Tiffany said, putting her tough face back on. "What are you gals doing here?" Both of the women stood there and stared at her blankly. "Uh," started Lilly, "to see how you're doing?" "Okay I guess," Tiffany said. She forced a smile. "I won't be winning any push-up contests any time soon." "I . . . I need to talk to you," Deborah said, then looked at Sally. "Grown-up talk?" Sally asked. "Grown-up talk," Deb replied with a slight smile. 'That's going to be one smart kid,' she thought. "Wanna show me your room?" Lilly asked, trying to contribute something. She had already heard what Deb was going to talk about. She had just wanted to see Tiffany. Sally's face lit up. She loved talking about her stuff, and it was time for a tea party with her dolls. She grabbed a nervous Lilly's hand and let her back to Sally's room. Deb sat down next to her friend and spoke quietly. "With no bullshit or posturing, how are you doing? What's the damage?" Tiffany's mouth opened. She wanted to hand out a denial or at least a platitude, but both died on her lips. "It's broken," she whispered. "I'm out for at least six months, assuming things go well. Which they don't for me, at least not anymore. I'm broke, I've got no insurance, I can't work . . . so how the fuck do you think I'm doing?" She couldn't hold it back anymore. Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. "I hate that fucking bitch," she said. "If I ever get my hands on her, I'll break her neck!" Deborah was more than a little afraid of Tiffany, because she honestly believed that her friend would do what she promised to Gabby in the frame of mind she was in. "It might be a while before you get a chance. She's in jail right now. She won't be able to make bail for a bit. God . . . Tiffany . . . I'm SO sorry. I should've done something sooner . . ." "Don't start! This isn't about you! And it doesn't matter whose fault it is, because I'm fucked!" Tiffany hurled the bottle of painkillers across the room. "What's the point of even suing that . . ." Tiffany realized that she had been steadily raising her voice, so she stopped and took a labored breath. She didn't want to get mad. She didn't want to yell at one of the only friends she had in the world. But she was losing control, and she knew it. Deborah sat quietly next to her friend for a few moments. "I know how much you hate this . . . being in a position where you might have to ask for help . . . but you need help. From what Lilly told me, your parents would do anything for you. And you know I'll help you. As a matter of fact, I might be looking for a roommate soon, and I could help with babysitting for Sally and . . ." "Wait," Tiffany said through her drug-induced haze. "Why would you need a roommate?" Deb sighed. "I'm divorcing John. He . . . he wasn't going to do anything about Gabby, even after what she did. He was so afraid of his 'cover' being blown that he was going to let her get away with it. When I was the only one getting hurt, that was one thing, but I'm NOT going to let him hurt you." "Deb, don't . . . not for me. I'm not worth it. There's the whole company to think about!" "NEVER say that you're not worth it! And I am thinking of the company! John is willing to let people get hurt to cover up his affairs. He doesn't care about you guys! And if I do NOTHING else, I'm going to take the company away from him. He cheated on me so many times I lost count, he let you get hurt, and he's cheapened everything the wrestlers have worked for. I'm not letting him do it anymore. And damn it, I deserve better! And do you know who made me realize that? You!" Deb stopped for a breath. "I want to help you. Your parents want to, and I KNOW Lilly wants to. And I'm going to need your help. I don't know how to be single anymore, and believe it or not, it scares me. I'll get a place and cover your portion of the rent until things improve. I'm going to need your support, because I don't know how long this divorce is going to take. Don't be stubborn and prideful just for the sake of it." Tiffany rested her head on the back of the sofa. She had already admitted that she couldn't do it on her own . . . at least for a while. "Sally?!?" she called to the back. Sally came rushing out, holding on to Lilly's finger. Lilly was wearing the "guest hat," which Sally had all her tea-party guests wear, and she was looking a trifle embarrassed about it. "C'mere sweetie." She waited for Sally to have a seat, the little girl gripping her mother's good hand. "Debbie was going to look for a new place to live, and she was wondering if we would like to go and live with her. How do you feel about that?" Lilly was impressed. Tiffany was giving her daughter a chance to participate in her life choices, and Lilly got the feeling that the girl would probably become more accustomed to making the right choices as time went on. Sally's eyes lit up like Christmas tree lights. "Can I pick out my own room?" "Deborah would get first pick, but then yes . . . you could pick your own room." "Could Lilly live with us too?" Sally asked. "I like her." Lilly blushed. "Lilly has her own place, but she can come over whenever she wants," Tiffany said, looking at the young woman who in turn simply nodded. Sally scrunched up her face, making as if she were pondering the greatest mysteries of the universe. "Okay," she said at last. "As long as we can take my stuff." --------------- -------------- A few weeks later . . . --------------- -------------- "Isn't this place a little big?" Tiffany mumbled, her arm throbbing after bumping into her brother Kurt. Her brother, sister and parents had all insisted on helping her move, while her grandfather was "directing traffic." Her father was especially pleased that she was upgrading her living conditions. Her family had been furious when they heard about Gabby's attack, but they tried not to bring it up. All of them realized how bad things must have been in order for Tiffany to finally ask for help. Deb had decided to buy a house rather than rent. Tiffany hadn't realized how savvy of a businesswoman her friend was until then. Deborah still had controlling interest in a couple of strip clubs and had money coming in of her own, outside of anything she might expect from the divorce. And since her money had been instrumental in getting the wrestling organization off the ground, her lawyer thought she had a reasonable claim to that business. Due to a smartly written prenuptial agreement, Deb wasn't exactly going to be hurting for money anytime in the foreseeable future. Tiffany also realized that Deb really didn't NEED a roommate so much as she WANTED one. So Deborah had put a down payment on a pleasant little four bedroom place in the suburbs that wasn't so far away from Sally's school that she would have to switch. All the rooms were bigger than any of the ones at Tiffany's old place. Sally had shown absolutely EVERYONE which room was hers, mentioning over and over that she had picked it out herself. Over everyone's objections, Tiffany was helping move. She might have only had one good arm, but she was bound and determined to use it. Her boss at The Dark, the lesbian club where she worked as a bartender, had given her a week off, but Tiffany had begged him to let her start back shortly thereafter. She was moving a little slower than normal, but she had managed to survive her first week back. She was even helping out on some of the evening shifts, picking up some extra money and much better tips. Word had apparently gotten out that she had been assaulted by a homophobe, and the tips had noticeably increased. After all, there were a lot of rich, famous and influential people that enjoyed the environment that The Dark had to offer, and they didn't enjoy the intrusion of that type of hatred, even though it hadn't actually happened there. "Well, that's the last of it," William said. "Hon, are you sure there isn't anything else we can do? We don't mind helping get stuff set up." "Nah Dad, that's cool. As long as the bed is set up, I'm good," Tiffany said. "It's going to be a while before we figure out where everything is going." She sighed, then grumbled, "So I'll be seeing you tomorrow morning then?" William smiled. "Yes. And stop complaining. We didn't buy you a car when you turned eighteen like proper parents, so we're doing it now. I don't want my granddaughter riding around in that heap," he said. They both knew it was an exaggeration. With Lilly's help, the car was perfectly serviceable. But her parents knew she was going to have to put a lot of miles on it, and they wanted her in something a little more reliable. Her father turned to Lilly. "I understand you'll be joining us?" "Yeah," Lilly said. She was the closest thing to an automotive expert they had, so she was going help car shop. And she was going to make sure that Tiffany showed up in the first place, because she was driving. "Okay, see you both tomorrow morning then," William said, then ushered the rest of the family out and leaving Tiffany to soak in her new surroundings. Things were a mess, but she felt a little optimistic for the first time since the attack. This was a better place for her to be, and a better environment for Sally. "I feel gross," Tiffany said. The limited amount of physical exertion she had performed had left her uncharacteristically exhausted. "Why don't you take a bath?" Deborah suggested. "I need to make a run to the grocery store. We need . . . everything. Hey, can I take Sally? I hear having a kid around helps you pick up girls." Sally giggled, and Tiffany and Lilly joined in. "I guess that'd be okay," Tiffany said. "Just keep an eye on her. Despite what she may claim, I do NOT let her have Twinkies and chocolate milk for breakfast." "But MOM!" Deborah said, causing Sally to giggle again. She gathered up the young girl and headed out to the car. "Crap, I guess I'd better take a shower," Tiffany grumbled. "Not a fan of bathing?" Lilly asked. "It's not that. It's just taking a bath isn't an option because I can't get in and out of the tub very easily, and it's hard to reach . . . you know, everything . . . when I've got this thing on," Tiffany added, motioning towards the sling on her arm. Lilly bit her bottom lip, then decided to go for it. "Would you like some help?" When Tiffany shot her a strange look, she explained, "You know, scrubbing your back and . . . stuff. No funny business, but I don't want you hurting yourself again." Ringside Seats Ch. 03 Tiffany rolled her eyes. She had fallen down in the tub the other day trying to scrub her own back. She sometimes took for granted how having both arms made balancing much easier. She didn't like the idea of being naked and vulnerable in front of this attractive young woman, but she also realized it was a sensible suggestion. "Sure. I guess that'd work." "Great," Lilly said, hopefully not to eagerly. She held the door open to the bathroom that Tiffany and Sally were going to share. "Let's go." Tiffany went inside and heard the door being locked behind her. Then she sensed a shirt hitting the floor at her feet. "What . . ." "I'm not going to be able to help much without getting wet," Lilly explained. "Do you need a hand with your stuff?" Tiffany struggled with her pants and managed to get them off without assistance, but she acknowledged that she would probably need some help with her shirt unless they were both willing to wait a while. Lilly helped extricate her friend from the garment, finally getting a good look at the body she had fantasized about so many times. In Lilly's mind, Tiffany was perfect, with every muscle developed in incredible detail, much like Michelangelo's statue of "David." She tried not to let her eyes rest on those powerful butt cheeks for too long though. 'One thing at a time,' she thought. Tiffany glanced over and saw Lilly's profile in the bathroom mirror. She looked . . . softer than before, which was a strange thought since Lilly had a fairly athletic body. She wasn't cut like Tiffany was, but she wasn't exactly suffering from excess body fat. Rather, the perceived "softness" was from a more relaxed air than she had been in before. The slinky panties and sports bra didn't hurt either. 'Is she staring at my ass?' Lilly helped put a protective wrapping around Tiffany's elbow to protect the bandaging from the water. Then Lilly finished undressing, they got the appropriate toiletries, got the water warm and flowing and both stepped into the shower. From the moment Lilly's hands first touched Tiffany's body, the latter woman started to feel abnormally warm. It wasn't that Lilly was doing anything special. The younger woman was just shampooing and conditioning Tiffany's hair. Then she was washing Tiffany's back, including a quick soap-and-rinse of her buttocks. The muscular woman wondered if her companion was taking a little longer down there than necessary. But she liked the way it felt. She realized that she had become increasingly comfortable with Lilly. "Well, I think we're done," Lilly said throatily. She let her fingers linger on Tiffany's hips. "But Tiff, your legs are getting a lit-tle hairy. Want me to take care of that?" It was such an absurd proposition that Tiffany almost laughed. It was almost the equivalent of "stretching" your arm in a dark movie theatre and wrapping it around your girlfriend's shoulders. It was obvious . . . it was ham-handed . . . and sometimes, it was welcome. "Sure," she whispered. Lilly spread shaving lotion all over Tiffany's legs, swirling it around with her fingertips. Tiffany was breathing heavily as Lilly adeptly slid her razor along those powerful leg muscles. The young woman traced the smooth skin left behind, still slick from the lotion. Up and down one leg, then the other . . . Lilly was taking her time. Then Lilly's attention fell between Tiffany's legs. "You don't have to . . ." Tiffany started. Lilly looked up at her, her dark hair plastered to her forehead and face, but her beautiful eyes still visible. "I . . . I know. I want to. And I don't want to wait for six months." She rubbed lotion along both sides of Tiffany's opening, and she quickly shaved the kitty clean. "But I'll stop right here if you want . . . " "I don't . . . but . . . Deborah and Sally will . . ." Lilly blushed. "Deb and Sally won't be back for a while. Deb's taking her for ice cream first, THEN going to the grocery store." "You . . . you set this up?" Tiffany said, almost panting. Lilly's thumbs were rubbing Tiffany's outer mound. "Yeah." Lilly leaned in and breathed on Tiffany's opening, which was swollen in anticipated desire. "I've waited a long time Tiff. If you want, I'll wait a little longer." "No," Tiffany said. "I don't want to wait." She shuddered as Lilly kissed her sweetly on her pussy lips. 'What am I doing?' she thought. 'I can't even shower on my own! I've got no business having . . . having sex.' Lilly was basically hugging Tiffany's hips while her mouth continued to stimulate Tiffany's pussy. But the girl wasn't using her tongue except for light caresses. Lilly's lips were so soft and gently that Tiffany couldn't believe them capable of the harsh words she had heard them utter once upon a time. She couldn't imagine why those lips were making her feel the way she did, or why Lilly even wanted to. Lilly's pace was excruciatingly slow, even for her. There were so many things she wanted to do to Tiffany's body, but she had to take it easy until Tiffany's arm got better. But she had seen Tiffany becoming increasingly discontent about her sudden dependence on other people. Lilly wanted her to realize that . . . sometimes . . . leaning on people could have its rewards. She suckled on one of Tiffany's inner labia, savoring it like a connoisseur of fine wines before moving on to the other. Finally her tongue slipped out of Lilly's mouth, but just enough to press against Tiffany's clitoral hood while she applied a suction pressure to that area. Then she broke the suction, sticking her bottom lip down, then dragging it up half the length of Tiffany's slot before engaging her suction action again. Tiffany was biting her own bottom lip, trying not to groan. She was also careful not to move her injured arm too much. It would be a crime to have that wonderful sensation end because of an errant movement. She felt the pressure on her throbbing clit temporarily subside as the tip of Lilly's tongue finally penetrative half-an-inch into Tiffany's box before moving up and down like a light switch. But it must have been a faulty switch, because Tiffany was turned on whichever direction that tongue went. Lilly was growing tired of the taste test . . . she wanted to drink of Tiffany's bounty, and she wanted to drink deep. She pressed the flat of her tongue into Tiffany's opening, then wiggled it back and forth. Her hands were firmly grasping Tiffany's taut ass, not wanting the girl to escape. After a few more tongue wiggles, she went back to sucking on the clit. She took a long, slow suck, released, then did it again. And when she sucked her breath in the third time, she felt Tiffany tremble. She felt that beautiful pussy twitch, then felt warm cum dribbling onto her chin. Lilly released the clit and moved her mouth down, slowly licking up Tiffany's juices. Tiffany felt the tension temporarily leave her body, but it was replaced with remorse. She wasn't in a position to suitably reciprocate, and she was the sort of person who always carried her own weight. She was . . . "There IS something you could do for me," Lilly said from below, looking up that chiseled body. She had anticipated that Tiffany would want to contribute something, and she had already thought of something. She turned off the water, toweled both women off and then led a strangely pliable Tiffany into the woman's bedroom. She lay Tiffany down, then helped prop up and support Tiffany's injured arm with a pillow. "Now put your hand here," Lilly suggested, placing Tiffany's good hand on her own crotch, palm facing upward. Tiffany got the idea, and she stiffened her fingers as Lilly straddled her hips. Lilly lowered herself slowly, letting Tiffany's fingers penetrate her hot, young pussy. Three fingers found their way inside. Lilly settled all the way down, her hips meeting Tiffany's. She needed to take it slow, so as not to aggravate Tiffany's arm. But Tiffany's fingers weren't taking it slow. They had already begun their slight pumping motion. So Lilly didn't wait any longer. She started humping Tiffany's hand with short, smooth shifts of her hips. She lowered her torso, placing one hand on either side of Tiffany's head as the two women developed a rhythm. Tiffany was pressing her hips as far up as she comfortably could. She let her palm rest against Lilly's upper mound, applying a bit of pressure to Lilly's clitoral area. But she never stopped her fingers from moving. And the ceiling light was right behind Lilly's head, letting the girl "shine" in an almost heavenly glow. She was so lean . . . so fit . . . so smart . . . and she seemed utterly dedicated to making Tiffany feel desirable. 'As soon as this arm gets better, I'm going to fuck her brains out,' Tiffany thought in a much less romantic vein. But looking at Lilly, she had a feeling the girl could go all night if inspired. Lilly squeezed the invading digits with her powerful vaginal muscles, keeping them locking in place and enjoying feeling filled. Though it obviously caused her a bit of discomfort, Tiffany lifted her torso up for a moment so her lips could latch on to one of Lilly's young, firm breasts. Lilly lowered her torso a little more to make things easier, still careful not to rest any weight on Tiff's arm. 'It's funny,' Lilly thought. 'The mother is nursing like a child.' But the feelings that Tiffany's mouth and fingers were providing her were anything but child's play. She curled her feet in until her toes were resting on the insides of Tiffany's legs, and she gently bounced away on Tiffany's impromptu phallus. On one upstroke, Tiffany released Lilly's breast from her mouth and slipped her pointing finger out of Lilly's cunt and pushed it up into the young woman's asshole, all in a single motion. Lilly clamped down on both openings in an almost emergency fashion. This was relatively new, but not entirely unpleasant, territory for her. She gave herself a moment to adjust, smiling at her lover for her temerity, then kissing Tiffany softly on the lips. She was kissing Tiffany, not as a POTENTIAL partner, but as an ACTUAL lover. Lilly didn't want that kiss to end. She forgot to keep her hips moving, but Tiffany didn't forget about her fingers, as those digits explored both Lilly's front and backdoors with equal tenacity. Lilly pressed her tongue further into Tiffany's mouth than she had her pussy earlier, and she was reward when Tiffany's tongue caressed her in return. Meanwhile, her anus had relaxed enough to enjoy the new sensation. Tiffany was running out of breath, but was also unwilling to break the passionate liplock. It was strange . . . being wanted like that. This wasn't just comfort sex or casual sex. Lilly had wanted her and was willing to be what Tiffany needed . . . a loving companion. 'Hell, she's already met my family and didn't go running. That's GOT to mean something,' Tiffany thought. She thrust the finger in Lilly's ass a little deeper as her lover began to sway her hips again. Tiffany's hand was beginning to cramp a bit due to the awkward position, but it was worth it. Deborah had taught Tiffany how to properly stimulate a woman's asshole, and Tiffany was nothing if not a good student. Lilly's back arched outward and she sucked her gut in, causing her to FINALLY let go of that wonderful kiss. Her abdominal muscles shivered under her skin and both her pussy and asshole clamped down again, but this time so she could orgasm. And climax she did, putting her whole body into the action. It would be her only chance tonight, so she made it count. Tiffany was finally able to extricate her hand. Without even thinking about it, she brought it to her lips and sucked the juices from it. She offered one finger (that hadn't been in Lilly's butt) to Lilly, and the younger woman gave it a leisurely miniature blowjob. Then they kissed again . . . actually, they kissed several times, each as lingering as the last. Lilly realized it was time to break the silence. "Thank you," she said, thought she wasn't sure why. "I guess we need to get dressed," she added reluctantly. "They'll be home soon and . . ." "Stay," Tiffany interjected, looking as nervous as could be. "I mean . . . yeah, we should . . . get dressed, but . . . I would like it if you would stay tonight." Lilly was confused. "But what about Sally, and . . ." "I love my daughter, but she's going to have to learn to accept that I'm going to have people over sometimes. I . . ." Lilly felt her skin growing warmer. "How many . . . have you . . . I mean . . . You know, it doesn't matter," she said. She decided not to question Tiffany's motives or her own luck. She helped get Tiffany into her pajama bottoms and an overly large nightshirt. Lilly had to borrow a set herself, but she somehow made do. ---------------- ---------------- The next morning . . . ---------------- ---------------- "Morning," Deborah said as a sleepy-eyed Lilly emerged from Tiffany's bedroom. Deborah was grinning from ear to ear. As soon as she had gotten back the previous night, she knew that the plan she and Lilly had hatched had worked like a charm. But even Deborah was impressed that Lilly had earned herself an overnight visit. She knew from her own conversations with her friend that Tiffany hadn't had an overnight visitor, at least when Sally was in the area, in many years. "So, how are we this morning?" she asked coyly. Lilly cracked a still uncharacteristic smile. "I guess that 'we' are fine. Deb, it was . . . it was perfect!" She chuckled. "Of course, it was a little odd. I woke up this morning and this tiny person had wedged herself between us," Lilly said. Deb wandered over, opened the bedroom door and peeked inside. Sure enough, Sally had snuck in sometime during the night and had an arm draped over her mother's stomach. "You're going to have a fight on your hands if you're trying to get Tiff's attention," Deb said, closing the door behind her. "You don't seem upset by that." "I'm not. I don't know . . . I'm not sure I can handle being a part-time mother figure . . . hell, I'm only twenty-three . . . but I want to try." Lilly was a bit surprised by her own conviction. Deborah gave her soon-to-be-ex-niece a hug. "God it's strange. I can't believe you actually came from THAT family. She's lucky to have you." "Thanks Deb. Thanks for everything. And we're okay?" "For the last time, yes, we're okay. I never would've helped you out otherwise. Someone will come along for me. In the meantime, I need to get through this divorce and then . . . then we'll see." About that time, a tired-looking Tiffany arrived, carrying Sally with her good arm. She flashed Lilly a shy smile, then sat down while Deborah served everybody some orange juice. Sally was trying really hard to glare at Lilly, who she suddenly considered an interloper. But once Lilly stuck her tongue out at the little girl, the two started a silly-face contest that left Sally in stitches. 'This might just work,' Tiffany thought, just as Lilly leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on one cheek while Sally kissed her on the other. Now all she had to endure was car shopping . . . -------------- ---------------- A few weeks later . . . -------------- ---------------- "One . . . two . . . three!" Francine said, counting Vicky down as Sally pinned her to the mat. John Wells had called a last minute, mandatory meeting which he himself was late for. All the wrestlers were around ringside area, but had already divided into their little cliques. Since Gabby was gone, Lilly had accompanied Tiffany and the two were the recipient of a number of stares. But Lilly didn't care. She was just there to support Tiffany and to look after Sally. Once Vicky had seen Sally, the fun had begun and the two had been playing around for about ten minutes. Vicky and Jeanna, both of whom had been in fairly constant contact with Tiffany since the assault, seemed to have bonded even more after taking some time off together. And when Vicky and Sally were around, there was fun to be had despite the overhanging sense of unease surrounding the meeting. Finally, Deborah showed up and sat apart from the general crowd. John Wells showed up shortly thereafter, accompanied by a man familiar to the true students of wrestling. "Hey Tiffany, isn't that . . ." Francine whispered. "Yeah, it is," Tiffany mumbled as Sally sat gently on her lap. She had seen that pasty face, glasses and substantial paunch before. His name was Jim Cornette, and he was something of an institution in the wrestling business. He was a lifelong fan of professional wrestling. He had been the manager for one of the premiere tag-teams of all time, namely the Midnight Express. He had owned his own wrestling company called Smokey Mountain Wrestling, he had worked for every major wrestling company and currently oversaw activities at the WWE's other farm league, Ohio Valley Wrestling. Some of the biggest names in the business owed it all to that man's involvement in their careers. Him being there was big news for NAXW. John grabbed a microphone. "I guess I'd better explain why you are all here," he began, he voice grating and his teeth clenched. "A recent series of events has . . . left the direction of this organization in a bit of a mess." He stopped and glared at Deb for a second. She rolled her eyes. If her husband had been a real man in any way, none of this would have been necessary. But when John's gaze accidentally drifted over Tiffany, his head jerked away. "Vince McMahon and the WWE have already invested a lot in this organization, and chaos doesn't fit into their plans. This is Mr. Jim Cornette," John continued, "and he'll be in charge of production and talent until miscellaneous legal entanglements are taken care of. Mr. Cornette?" The pasty-faced man in question stood up. "All right people, I'll make this short and sweet. I'm here to get things back on track. I don't care about your personal grudges or any of the other crap that's been goin' on around here. I've looked over everyone's files and video, and I see some definite talent . . . assuming you can pull your heads out of your asses long enough to utilize it." Half the company looked offended. Some looked confused. Tiffany chuckled. Jim Cornette was, in her mind, one of the most entertaining personalities in the business. "Anyway," Jim continued, "this Saturday's show will go on as scheduled, but after that there will be some changes. Over the next week and half, stop by MY office," he said, looking over at John, "and sign up for a time-slot. I'm gonna want to talk to each of you, one on one. That's all." The wrestlers and other staff looked around at each other. What did all this mean? Some glared at John, while others muttered about Deborah "screwing with the system." Tiffany sighed. She finally had a chance to talk to someone of note, and she was crippled. What possible use would anyone have for her? -------------- -------------------------------------- The next Saturday, before the show . . . -------------- -------------------------------------- "Come in, Ms.. . . Thurman?" "Thank you," Tiffany said, making her way into the office. Mr. Cornette was seated behind a desk that was adorned by a massive pile of papers. She had dressed as nicely as she could, borrowing some clothes from Deb to look more presentable. She had even worn a dark-colored sling, trying not to draw attention to her arm. "Please, have a seat," her temporary boss said, waving at an empty chair. Then he looked at her, he eyes beady but penetrating. "I'll get right to the point, Ms. Thurman. I've read your file and I must say that I'm impressed. You've got actual wrestling training, a college degree, and somehow you find time to be a mom." He lowered his glasses and looked at her again. "I saw your daughter in the ring the other day. THAT young lady is going to be a handful." Ringside Seats Ch. 03 Tiffany smiled in spite of her nervousness. "Not 'going to be.' She 'is' a handful." He flashed a smile of his own, but the smile quickly vanished. "But I've also noticed your name comes up on a lot of incident reports. Admittedly, you don't seem to have instigated any of them, but it does raise some red flags. I've already spoken with some of your colleagues and their opinions of what is going on and . . . well, your name started coming up again. Everyone seemed to have an opinion about you, whether I asked for one or not. Mind telling me why?" Tiffany was flabbergasted. "I . . . I really couldn't say." "Bull-hockey," Mr. Cornette said. "I want to hear it from you. Why do some people dislike you while others are pretty damn loyal to you?" Tiffany was beginning to get a little angry. "Mr. Cornette, I have no ability or right to justify other people's opinions about me. Okay, I'm a lesbian. There! Are you happy?!? Some people can't deal with it, others can. The ones that CAN deal with it realize that I'm DAMN good at what I do, and the rest will never care. All they'll see is that I'm a pervert or something like that. But I'm not! I love wrestling, and . . ." Tiffany's tirade was cut off when she leaned forward and her elbow bumped into the arm of the chair, causing her to wince in pain. "Settle down, Ms. Thurman. I don't want you aggravating that . . ." Mr. Cornette said, pointing at her arm. He looked at it for a moment longer. "I didn't mean to question your ability, young lady. And I watched the video of what happened that night. Quite frankly, I found Ms. Gabriel's behavior repulsive. Wrestlers need to be able to get over their personal problems and trust each other in the ring, and quite frankly I'm glad she's gone. And I heard about an encounter with her and your former ring announcer . . ." "Lilly was just defending 'my honor,' so to speak, and she was mad at what Gabby almost did to Francine." Jim smiled. "I understand that you and Lilly are . . . an item? Don't worry Ms. Thurman. As I said, 'Gabby' seems to have been a poison around here. But I won't tolerate any more of these physical altercations . . . not on my watch. Understand?" Tiffany blushed and nodded. "Yes sir." "The question then becomes, what do I do with you? I've seen your tapes. You've got talent . . . hell, you're probably one of the most talented people here. And no, I'm not going to get rid of you because of that arm, so stop trying to hide it from me." Jim Cornette put both his elbows on the desk, leaned forward and looked Tiffany in the eyes. "This company needs leaders. I don't understand . . . and quite frankly don't care . . . about what's going on with Mr. and Mrs. Wells. That's not my problem. But experience tells me that when things in the office get bad, things in the locker room follow suit. I'm here to restore some faith and trust in the former, but I can't do much about the latter. I think that you could be of great help as a leader back there. Some people might resent you taking charge, but you can't give them a choice. They can either learn to listen and accept advice from someone qualified to give it, or they can pick up their walking papers. I've noticed you working with some of the other girls, including that new one . . . Marcia? Anyway, when people listen to you, they get better, and that's the sort of thing we need around here. How long are you on the shelf?" "Six months, give or take a month. It depends on how the healing goes." "Well I've got a proposition for you. I had the great privilege of firing that other trainer . . ." "Thank God!" Tiffany interjected, then blushed. "Sorry, but the man was incompetent." "My point exactly. But you seem to be much more reasonable. And you have the training, so I'd like for you to take over for him, in an official capacity." Tiffany was speechless . . . for a moment. "But . . . I haven't done any physical training or therapy in years!" "But I'm willing to bet that you remember how, and you have a better idea for wrestling-related injuries than some greenhorn from off the street. And I want you to keep working with the other wrestlers. With that Gabby chick out of the way, and considering the way she went, I'm thinking that even the people that don't like you will at least listen to you." "I . . . I appreciate your confidence . . . but what happens when my arm is better?" "Yes, you'll be allowed to return to the ring. But I have a question, and please don't take this the wrong way. Is wrestling something you really want to do? I mean, if you make it to the big time . . ." Tiffany sighed. "I know it will be hard. And if it looks like I can't do it and still be there for my daughter, I'll quit in a New York minute. But . . . I can't stop. My family . . . my friends . . . they actually got this silly idea in my head that I'm good at this. And . . . I was there for War Games at the Great America Bash. I watched Hogan versus Andre so many times that I wore out the videotape." She grinned. "I watched the Midnight Express go against the Road Warriors in a scaffold match!" That got a smile out of Jim Cornette. He had hated those matches, but there was something exciting about them as well. "I'm just not sure I want to give that up yet. But I've got a while to think about it, don't I?" Jim Cornette kicked back in his chair, his heels on his desk. "Miss Thurman, I think you and I are going to get along just fine. So, are you interested in the trainer position? At least for a while?" "Yeah! I might need some help, just because I'm short a hand right now, but . . ." "I was thinking of getting the trainer an assistant anyway. Come by on Monday sometime and we'll work out the details." He grimaced and grabbed the next file on his desk. "And could you send the next bozo in here? I'm getting a headache, so let's hurry this along." ------- --------------------- Monday evening . . . ------- --------------------- "You always seem to land on your feet," Lilly said happily. "Actually, I always seem to land on my back," Tiffany replied, just as Lilly's tongue pressed its way in between Tiffany's inner labia. Tiffany had gotten another girl to cover her shift at The Dark so she could go sign some contracts with Jim Cornette and, since she couldn't drive, Lilly had volunteered to chauffeur her. They had gotten back to Tiffany's place with an hour to spare until Sally got done with work, so Lilly had gotten her girlfriend's pants on the floor and her back on the sheets before devouring Tiffany's pussy. She badly wanted to give Tiffany a quick thrill before she had to share the woman's time with her daughter. "Are you . . . sure . . . you don't . . ." Tiffany started. "Stop worrying about it," Lilly said. Tiffany sometimes complained when she was getting pleasure without giving some back. But Lilly GOT pleasure from doing this to Tiffany. "Besides, I'm just collecting power-ups. As soon as that arm is better, you're going to owe me the fucking of a lifetime!" Lilly meant every word of that statement. She had a powerful, beautiful girl to share a bed with, and she was looking forward to getting screwed to within an inch of her life. She dug her thumbs into Tiffany's box and spread her opening, sending her tongue in deep. She usually didn't stick her tongue in that far, but every now and then she liked tasting her lover's innermost treasures. "You're on," Tiffany moaned. She was thinking she might even borrow one of Deb's strap-ons, bend this little minx over and hammer her until she passed out. 'Shit, is that ME thinking?' Tiffany thought. 'Deb and the girls have had a bad influence on me.' She spread her legs as wide as she could, but she was barely able to see the top of Lilly's head over the injured arm that was propped up and lay across her stomach. Lilly got an idea. She pulled her purse over and dug out a very small vibrator. It was her "emergency" toy. It wasn't good for deep-dick action, but it wasn't built for it either. Being only the size of her thumb, that device was used for "surgical strikes." Tiffany heard a faint humming noise, then felt vibrations emanating from the lower part of her pussy. 'Where the hell did she get that from?' she thought as a smile became plastered on her face. Lilly circled her entire opening with the device, making every square inch of her cunt tingle. Then Lilly pushed the slim head into the bottom of Tiffany's slot before sucking on her inner lips, pulling them outward and causing more of them to come into contact with the toy. Tiffany felt a twinge of pain as her back arched and stretched her arm a bit, but she wasn't going to say a damn thing that might make Lilly stop what she was doing. "You're pretty fucking resourceful, did you know that?" Lilly sucked momentarily on Tiff's clit, waiting until she got a pleasurable groan. "I AM and educated woman," she said smartly. Just for kicks, she moved the vibrator down until the head was pressed against Tiffany's asshole, then started some long, shallow licks straight up the woman's pussy. Tiffany was groaning more liberally, so Lilly kept it up. 'It's amazing how sensitive her asshole is,' Lilly thought. 'Kind of like mine was.' "Tiffany?" "Yesssss?" Tiff sighed. She was getting close. "Would you think less of me if I asked you to . . . play with my ass next time?" Tiffany's entire body was flushed with heat and pleasure already. "I'll do anything! Just don't stop!" Lilly grinned. "Anything?" she asked, then latched her lips onto Tiffany's clitoral hood, sucking gently as her sex toy lit up Tiff's sphincter. A short pussy-twitch later and Tiffany started to cum. It was a mellow, pleasurable orgasm. It was a kind of pleasure that only Lilly seemed to be able to induce. Lilly crawled her way up onto the bed and gave Tiffany a kiss. Tiffany blushed. "Uhm . . . Lilly . . . as long as we're on the subject of requests . . . You wouldn't happen to still have your old school uniform, would you?" Lilly chuckled. "I'm ASSUMING you don't mean my military school uniform?" Tiffany shook her head. "So you like the Catholic school girl thing too. I thought that was just guys. Actually, yes, I still have it. Though I'm sure it would be a little small on me . . ." Lilly stopped when she saw a shit-eating grin cross Tiff's face. "Which would be the point. Well, I'm sure I could dig it out with the proper incentive." When Tiffany pulled Lilly's head down and planted a kiss of her own, Lilly was given all the incentive she needed. -------- ------------------------- Twenty minutes later . . . -------- ------------------------- Tiffany and Lilly were sitting in Tiffany's brand new station wagon, with Lilly in the driver's seat, waiting for Sally to get out of school. Normally, Sally would ride the bus or Tiffany's sister would pick her up, but Tiffany wanted to surprise her baby girl. The two women were holding hands, and Lilly rested her head on friend's shoulder. It was solid . . . like Tiffany herself. "I like this," Tiffany said at one point. "Sitting here . . . waiting for Sally to be done after . . ." Tiffany blushed. "After a quickie in the afternoon . . ." Lilly kissed her on the cheek. "I just like being able to trust someone." She sighed. "I can't believe how lucky I got. And to think of all the dumb bitches who passed up on you when they had the chance . . ." Lilly had meant that to be flattering, but it had come out wrong. Tiffany's face clouded over briefly, so Lilly tried to do damage control. "Hey, I didn't mean . . ." "No, it's okay," Tiffany said, flashing a smile. "I know what you meant. It's just . . . I began to think no one even saw me . . . like that . . . not for a long time." "Until Deb saw it," Lilly pointed out. She had been given the whole story at one point, and she actually respected Deborah more because of it. "And Vicky and Jeanna . . . Tiffany, do you miss being with them? I'm . . . I'm not saying that you're acting dissatisfied or anything but . . ." Tiffany kissed Lilly, but this time on the lips. "Sometimes. Mostly because they've all helped me through so much shit recently. Especially Deb. I'd have been done with the business and gone twice now if it weren't for her. But she made her choice, and that was to stay with John despite what was going on. Vicky and Jeanna are just living their lives a little loose. You, for whatever reason, thought I was worth the risk of almost getting arrested and then getting fired, and you've stood by me through everything. It's been a lot easier choice than you might think to be with you." Tiffany felt a strange sensation of calm overcome her when she realized that she truly believed what she was saying. The two of them just enjoyed each other's presence for a minute before Lilly broke the silence. "Still, we need to . . . help Deb out. She deserves someone better than my uncle." "But she won't want to go dating anytime soon. She'll probably say that it's too soon to find someone new." Lilly blushed but grinned at the same time. "Maybe, but who says she needs someone 'new' right away?" Tiffany returned that grin. "What . . . exactly . . . did you have in mind?" ----------- ------------- A week later . . . ----------- ------------- "Thanks," Deborah said as she turned the key in her apartment door. Vicky and Jeanna had taken her out for some food and drinks to help her get her mind off her divorce proceedings, which were becoming increasingly ugly. She had kind of wished that Tiffany and Lilly had been able to make it, but they had both said they were busy that night. But as soon as the door was open, Deborah found out what they had been "busy" doing. She and her friends heard some moaning from Tiffany's bedroom. "Those little . . ." Deb whispered, but she couldn't help but smile. She liked that Lilly and Tiffany had become so sexually comfortable with each other. "The door is open," Vicky said quietly. The three of them snuck over to the slight crack in the door and peaked inside. Deb was feeling like a kid, sneaking around her own apartment. But what was going on in that room was not child's play. Tiffany was lying on her back, her arm propped up and protected. She was completely naked, but Lilly wasn't. Lilly had on a short, plaid skirt, a loose white dress shirt that was tied in a knot above the midriff, and white fishnet stockings that came up to her mid-thighs. Her hair was done up in pigtails, and she was straddling Tiffany's hips, rocking back and forth. She was, in Deb's mind, the sexiest looking schoolgirl she had ever seen, and Deb had done entire porn films based on THAT fantasy. And the way she was moving, Deborah had a feeling that there was a strap-on cock buried in that tight little body. "Okay, the girl is hot," Jeanna murmured. She and Vicky were actually in on Tiffany and Lilly's little plan, but she didn't know that Lilly was going to wear that outfit. The three friends watched the two women gently hump each other. Lilly put her hands on her hips and slowly tugged at the hem of her skirt, exposing the black thong underneath that had been pushed aside so that the massive dildo buried in her pussy had smooth access. Deb licked her lips. Even though Lilly was only related by marriage (and soon wouldn't even be that), she had never really looked at her as a sexual entity before. True, she had seen Lilly as attractive, but seeing her dressed like that and riding Tiffany like a saddle was something else. The sex toy buried in her box had to be at least two inches across, but she was handling it well. "Look at that ass," Jeanna whispered into Deborah's ear. "Don't you just wanna eat it up?" "Jeanna!?!" Deb hissed. "How could you even think that? She's . . . they're . . ." "SHE'S not really related to you, and THEY'RE apparently open for suggestions," Vicky whispered. Almost as if on cue, Lilly turned her head and stared at the crack in the door. She was smiling, the hair on her head plastered against her sweaty face. Deb wondered how many orgasms she had already had atop her "stallion." Deb guessed it to be a couple. "What kept you?" Lilly asked towards the door. "What?" Deb asked. Then she glanced evilly at Jeanna and Vicky, both of whom were grinning like devils. "This was a set up?!?" Deborah pushed the door open and walked inside. "You two could have just asked me to join you," she said to the women on the bed. "What fun would THAT have been?" Tiffany asked, gyrating her hips and pushing the eight-inch cock into her girlfriend's body. "This is so wrong," Deborah muttered, still staring at Lilly's ass, mesmerized by its smoothness. She barely felt herself being undressed. Lilly's eyes were drawn to Deborah's enormous tits as they came into view. She thought that Tiff's were sizeable, but Deb's were massive. Vicky and Jeanna both shed their own clothes, then latched lips on Deb's pert nipples and sucked away. Each of them periodically glanced at Lilly. They knew that everyone who got a good look at Deb's chest wanted a piece of it, and they were going to get Deb primed. Lilly turned back to Tiffany, leaning in and kissing her. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" she whispered. "I'm only dating one girl in this room, and she's the same one I'll be dating in the morning. Nothing is going to change that," Tiffany murmured back just before kissing Lilly's on the neck. "Okay," Lilly said, looking back at the other three women. Then her head whipped back to face Tiffany again. "You're talking about me, right?" Tiffany laughed. "Yeah, I'm talking about you." "As long as we're clear on that," Lilly said, untying her shirt and letting it slide off her shoulders. "Oh my!" Vicky said as Lilly's beautiful back came into view. She let go of Deb's tits and started kissing the back of Lilly's neck, working her way down the girl's spine. Jeanna followed suit, working the other side of Lilly's neck and back. Deb wandered around and sat next to Tiffany's head, and both Tiff and Lilly were staring at her. "This is kind of cool, but still feels . . . Oh!" Tiffany had pulled Deb closer, then she and Lilly took over their friends jobs of sucking on those heavy melons. And Lilly especially knew how to use her teeth, pressing them lightly on Deb's nipples to elicit pleasurable moans. Lilly was having problems concentrating. Her pussy was stretched to the limit by the dong in her cunt, and Vicky and Jeanna were lighting up the skin on her back. She had never been with more than one woman at a time, and she was seeing some definite positives. Each of those women had hands on Lilly's ass, squeezing it with noticeable strength, and they had also started sucking on Lilly's earlobes. "Lilly?" Tiffany started. "Yes?" "Would it be okay if I watched Deb eat you out?" Lilly actually looked shocked. Deb looked hungry. Vicky and Jeanna looked mischievous, pulling Lilly off of Tiffany and pushing her back-first onto the bed. Tiffany looked at Lilly. "I promise, you'll like it." Tiffany knew quite well what Deb's tongue could do. Deb's eyes had lit up a bit. This was naughty, even for her. She was about to eat out her soon-to-be-ex-husband's niece. She got down on all fours and crawled over to the bed, kissing her way up Lilly's inner thigh until she was face to crotch with the beautiful young woman. Lilly's skirt was pushed up, her thong was pushed sideways and she was so wet already, so Deb started by just licking up her residual juices before moving on to her traditional long, slow tease of the outer labia. "Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . ." Lilly's eyes glazed over as Deb's professional tongue did what it did so well. She did notice Tiffany prop herself up with her good arm so that she could watch. Vicky, noticing that Tiffany didn't have a free hand to pleasure herself with, so knelt on the other side of the bed and pushed her had between Tiffany's legs from behind. Tiffany got the idea, spreading her legs so that Vicky could slide some fingers into her friend's moist sex just underneath the strap-on harness, exploring Tiffany's warmth.