[ Story: "Basic Love-anomics" ]
[ Rating: PG-13 - Language, Innuendo. ]
[ Pairings: John Cena/Stephanie McMahon; Vince McMahon/Sable ]
[ Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in the story. They belong to World Wrestling Entertainment Inc. ]
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"Damn Girl!" exclaimed the up-and-comer known as John Cena as he caught sight of the woman entering his locker room. His eyes wandered to the denim skirt that hugged onto her dangerous curves, revealing those long legs... but what really got him was the light blue tank top that seemed to push up those surgically modified breasts. Who was this sexy vixen? His boss. Stephanie Marie McMahon.
"Hello, John," she said quite casually, pushing his words aside as if they meant nothing to her. She had heard it all before.
"I'm here on business, and business only," she said sternly as she took up a seat upon the plush leather couch. All the VIP locker rooms seemed to have one.
"Business. Sure, Sure ... I can dig that. People like to call it different things," he said with a grin as he adjusted the yellow baseball cap on his head, worn with the brim to the side, of course.
" I really do mean business," she stated once again. She crossed those delectable legs one over the other as those big, blue eyes peered up at the talented freestyler. "As you may have seen at Vengeance, Sable has enlisted the help of A-Train. I was thinking about challenging them to a tag match. I just need a partner ... "
"Word," he soon sat himself down beside the voluptuous McMahon daughter and before she could react, he had slung an arm across her shoulders. What in the world was he up to?
"You see, Steph ... I'd love to tag with you. But I want somethin' in return. Ya'll gotta promise to let me take ya'll out to a club. You know, get our dance on and maybe a lil' more. Maybe let me smack that fine ass again."
" ... And you'll tag with me if I do?" she crossed her arms over her ample chest as she stayed rooted in her spot. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of squirming. Actually... This felt pretty good. But it was never a good idea to get too involved with an employee."
" Damn straight I will. We're gonna make Sable and the Ape our bitches."
" It's a deal," she gave a firm nod of her head, causing those light brown locks to bob ever so slightly. And then, she started to get up. She was pulled back down within moments, however, as she felt John's lips pressed to her's. Eyes went wide at the sudden action, but she didn't fight it. As he pulled away, she smiled nervously as she finally stood up.
"See you in the ring, Steph."
"Word," as soon as that single phrase escaped her lips, she felt like the biggest idiot in the world. God, that had been so corny. She mentally scalded herself as she left Cena to smirk, knowing that after tonight, he was entitled to a date with the Billion Dollar Princess.
[ Rating: PG-13 - Language, Innuendo. ]
[ Pairings: John Cena/Stephanie McMahon; Vince McMahon/Sable ]
[ Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in the story. They belong to World Wrestling Entertainment Inc. ]
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"Damn Girl!" exclaimed the up-and-comer known as John Cena as he caught sight of the woman entering his locker room. His eyes wandered to the denim skirt that hugged onto her dangerous curves, revealing those long legs... but what really got him was the light blue tank top that seemed to push up those surgically modified breasts. Who was this sexy vixen? His boss. Stephanie Marie McMahon.
"Hello, John," she said quite casually, pushing his words aside as if they meant nothing to her. She had heard it all before.
"I'm here on business, and business only," she said sternly as she took up a seat upon the plush leather couch. All the VIP locker rooms seemed to have one.
"Business. Sure, Sure ... I can dig that. People like to call it different things," he said with a grin as he adjusted the yellow baseball cap on his head, worn with the brim to the side, of course.
" I really do mean business," she stated once again. She crossed those delectable legs one over the other as those big, blue eyes peered up at the talented freestyler. "As you may have seen at Vengeance, Sable has enlisted the help of A-Train. I was thinking about challenging them to a tag match. I just need a partner ... "
"Word," he soon sat himself down beside the voluptuous McMahon daughter and before she could react, he had slung an arm across her shoulders. What in the world was he up to?
"You see, Steph ... I'd love to tag with you. But I want somethin' in return. Ya'll gotta promise to let me take ya'll out to a club. You know, get our dance on and maybe a lil' more. Maybe let me smack that fine ass again."
" ... And you'll tag with me if I do?" she crossed her arms over her ample chest as she stayed rooted in her spot. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of squirming. Actually... This felt pretty good. But it was never a good idea to get too involved with an employee."
" Damn straight I will. We're gonna make Sable and the Ape our bitches."
" It's a deal," she gave a firm nod of her head, causing those light brown locks to bob ever so slightly. And then, she started to get up. She was pulled back down within moments, however, as she felt John's lips pressed to her's. Eyes went wide at the sudden action, but she didn't fight it. As he pulled away, she smiled nervously as she finally stood up.
"See you in the ring, Steph."
"Word," as soon as that single phrase escaped her lips, she felt like the biggest idiot in the world. God, that had been so corny. She mentally scalded herself as she left Cena to smirk, knowing that after tonight, he was entitled to a date with the Billion Dollar Princess.