ok so one-shot for now but i dunno im out of school and im toying with the idea of continuing this...your inpout would be nice. The idea originated from the promo stacy did for wrestlemania 21 where they did the scene from basic instinct, also the songs i kissed a girl by katy perry and i kissed a drunk girl by something corperate worked there ways into it to...read and review please!
Canadian tours were always the highlight of travelling with the wwe; the amazing crowds and relaxed atmosphere of the country were always a treat. But sitting here snowed in the Holiday Inn Stacy was regretting her eagerness to tour the great white north, at least at this time of year. Just when she thought things couldn't get much worse, suddenly the lights began to blink on and off… on and off…she stood corrected. The lights flicked off for a final time and she knew they weren't coming back on anytime soon. Great, in the middle of nowhere, snowed in, now with no power…she couldn't event even watch late night trash TV. What on earth was she going to do to keep busy?
Flopping back on the bed Stacy was about to come to terms with the fact that she was seemingly alone for the night, maybe fall asleep early, when a knock came at her door. Dragging her body back off the mattress the leggy blonde made her way over to answer it, dumbfounded at who was possibly looking for her at this hour. She barely had it open when a pair of large arms wrapped around her waist and a set of lips came in contact with her neck. Smiling she wrapped her arms around him, "To what do I owe this pleasure Mr. Orton?" She asked giggling as they made their way to the bed, Randy kicking the door shut behind him as they went. "Well…" He started, breaking apart from her momentarily. "…I thought…." His mouth connected with hers again before he pulled away. "…Since we're all snowed in…." Randy once again kissed Stacy, relishing the feeling of soft lips on his mouth and dying to feel her long legs around his waist. "…That I would come over here and warm you up." He finished, smiling into the kiss. "Why Randy are you hitting on me?' She asked, laughing at her own naive act…she knew full well that this was the norm; he would always come to her like this.
Falling back onto the bed she spread her knees apart so that his body could rest between them, holding her face in his hands his tongue entwined with hers in a mix of lust and urgency. Stacy obliged him, quickly unbuttoning his dress shirt and rolling it down over his broad shoulders. He was a sight for sore eyes, so maybe he didn't really belong to her; it was still a fun game of cat and mouse that they played. He seemed in a hurry and she didn't mind, it was always best when he needed her. No silly foreplay, no empty words or promises…just two people taking what they need from each other.
They were interrupted by the sound of the telephone ringing on the nightstand. "I should get that." Stacy said trying to move from beneath him to grab it. "Leave it." He told her, continuing his assault on her neck. "It's probably just management about a generator being brought in or something…" Randy moved his lips back to hers and she intensified it, trying her best to ignore the constant ringing. They didn't give up though, the phone just kept ringing, and when she couldn't take it anymore she pushed Randy off her to answer it. "Hello?" She said trying not to moan as Randy's hands continued to roam all over her. "Oh Trish it's you…" She continued, trying to best to keep her mind off the man beside her. It became harder and harder to concentrate on the voice on the line when he began to run his finger tips up and down her bare legs. All she caught was Trish mumbling something and then her hanging up, hoping it wasn't too important she rolled over to find herself once again the arms of the youngest member of evolution. Things quickly became heated until somebody else decided to knock on Ms. Keiblers door.
Randy let out a heavy sigh… "Please ignore that, they'll go away come on I need you, I need this," He begged running a hand up her side. She placed a hand on the side of his face before she leaned in to kiss him. "And you'll get this, I promise, but I really should see who that is." Once again moving off of the bed Stacy made her way to the door, undoing the lock again and pulling it open to reveal Trish Stratus, with a half case under each arm. Randy spotted her and scurried to clothe his naked body, Trish pushed passed Stacy and made her way inside. "Relax Orton, it's public knowledge you guys are fucking, don't worry about it." She said chuckling as she laid the beer on top of the mini bar and took off her wool mittens. Stacy closed the door and sat back on the edge of the bed. "Where in god's name did you get beer?" Trish smiled from ear to ear, and stopped blowing on her cold hands to answer. "Corner store." She replied. Stacy brightened, Trish was always making her smile, "Your crazy." The other blonde opened the box and grabbed a long neck. "No I'm Canadian." She said, popping the cap and taking a swig. "You want one?" She asked, stopping her chugging of the brown liquid long enough to breath. "No," Stacy told her signalling the gag. "That stuff is gross, it's stronger then Randy over here." Trish laughed again. "Like that's hard, but seriously you don't know what's good for ya." Randy smirked and eyed her up and down. "Ya, it looks like it does the body good…real good." He said, eyeing her some more bringing on a smack from Stacy. "What I'm a guy…" The two girls erupted in laughter before Trish had more wit to share. "Ya, I think we noticed." She said pointing at the fullness of his trousers. Randy blushed and grabbed a pillow to cover himself, causing the pair to laugh even harder. When they finally stopped Trish pulled another bag from inside her jacket that now was resting on the floor. Inside the bag were a bunch of candles that she had bought to light the room in the preceding darkness. "There…" She said when the last one was placed and lit. "That should be enough light, everyone else should be here soon." Stacy turned to look at her friend, "Everyone else?"
Trish didn't get a chance to answer her before the knocking once again came from Stacy's door. She was pretty sure that if she didn't stop walking back and forth to answer it she was going to have to pay the hotel damages for going through the floor. There in the hallway was half the raw roster, which came barrelling through her door the entire contents of their mini bars in each of their arms. "Oh Orton your already here." Paul said when he noticed the younger man in front of him. "I've been calling you for a while to invite you to this little party…shin dig of you will." He continued laughing before he dropped the contents of his arms to slap Randy on the shoulder. "Party?" Stacy questioned even more confused now then when they arrived, when had she decided to have a party? Trish slunk up next to her friend and wrapped her arm around the woman. "Ya, I thought that we should all do something together instead of being all snowed in by ourselves. Remember I told you on the phone?" Stacy didn't want to admit that she hadn't heard a word that Trish had been saying instead the Baltimore native slipped out from under the Canadians embrace. "And my room magically got voted party central?" "Oh don't be such a spoil sport." Trish said as she picked up a liquor bottle from the pile growing on the floor and handed it to the other woman. "My room was just smaller that's all, loosen up…have a drink." Stacy placed what would be the first of many bottles that night to her lips and swallowed, she knew that they weren't going to leave anytime soon… so if you cant beat um join um right?
Stacy felt like she was back in the hell formally known as high school, her parents were away and now she was having that big party she never got around to. Everybody at that party somehow reminded her of back then; Jericho and Lita the music kids, heavy metal and punk rock both cliques being represented, Victoria and Tomko the tough kids who didn't take shit from anybody, Torrie the fellow cheerleader, Molly the book worm, Christian the con-man able to talk his way out of a paper bag or sell ice to an Eskimo, Batista and Triple h the football stars, Randy the quarterback that she always wanted and Trish the cool girl who alluded everyone nobody knew why but she had a way of gravitating you towards her. Looking around at her circle of friends she dropped all the titles and labels of high school, even though they were just like the people she knew growing up…they weren't. These people didn't need labels because everyone was just themselves when they were together.
The night progressed and drinks were passed around and around until Stacy didn't think she'd ever have full vision in her right eye again. People began to pair off Lita curled up in Jericho's arms, Victoria's tongue tangled with Tomko's, Molly suspiciously eyeing Christian, Torrie chasing Hunter around and Trish seemed to be having some serious chemistry with the animal. Stacy turned around and connected her lips with Randy's, for once she didn't care who saw them, nobody would remember anything tomorrow anyway. The only problem was that she couldn't keep her eye's off of Trish and Batista, Randy could touch her all he wanted but her mind couldn't stray from what they could possibly be talking about. Her body language read lust, and Stacy was fairly sure that they to must have been having a company affair. Stacy smiled watching the pair, the way Trish played with her hair and the way she giggled at the things he said, she didn't understand it but she felt the sting of jealousy…Trish was her friend, not his, why did evolution think they owned everything? Shocked at her own thoughts she pushed them to the back of her mind as she tried to enjoy the feeling of Randy's tongue on her neck. Still she couldn't help but wonder what that perfume was that Trish was wearing and she couldn't help but notice how perfect she looked, how the crisp Canadian air had bitten her cheeks making them all rosy.
Relief washed over Stacy when Trish pulled herself away from Dave to speak. "Hey everybody lets play a game…I didn't bring us all together so you guys could suck face all night." She said, sticking her tongue out at Stacy, she responded with a smile that instantly engulfed her face at the other woman's attention. They had been friends from around the time wcw died; invasion was really the first night that she got to actually talk to the Canadian. Ever since those days they'd been close, touring together and sharing rentals when needed, she would never have the type of bond with Trish that Lita seemed to have but Stacy always felt blessed to have the gentle soul around her. She was just the type of person that instantly made you feel comfortable and Stacy cherished their relationship. Nostalgia was interrupted by Trish's voice and seeing her move to sit in the middle of the floor. "Come on everybody," She said, patting the carpet beside her. "…Make a big circle." When nobody moved she repeated herself, only louder resulting in groans before the group obeyed. "That's better," Trish told them. "Now, lets play truth or dare." Everyone looked at each other, was she serious? Stacy knew that she was indeed serious; she was being the quirky Trish that she loved.
"Fine." Hunter said, "But if we're playing this stupid game I get to go first." Trish nodded excitedly, she was thrilled that Paul didn't walk away…if he played they all would, he was the vet in the room, the one they all respected. If he could be diminished to silly Childs play they all could do, they'd have no excuses. "Randy." His deep voice echoed. "Truth or dare?" Randy pointed to his chest 'me?' he mouthed. "Ya you idiot." Paul told him; annoyed at his stupidity…what other Randy was he talking to. "Umm…Truth I guess." He replied, unsure of how to please his mentor. Triple H licked his lips and smirked before turning his eyes to Stacy and how short of a skirt she was wearing in the Canadian winter. "How long have those fine legs been keeping you warm at night?" Randy's face flushed just like it did early when Trish pointed out his little 'friend', Stacy folded her arms over her chest in anger. "Hunter she's uncomfortable, just drop it." Randy said placing a hand on Stacy's knee which she instantly pulled away from, making Trish bust out laughing again. "You two are better than a sitcom." She said. "Pussy." Hunter commented, angered that he wouldn't be getting any juicy details or pillow talk out of Orton.
"So it's my turn?" Randy asked trying his best to ignore the hassling from Hunter; he knew it wouldn't be the last of it. "Stacy baby, truth or dare?" He asked once again running his hand over her leg. "Dare I guess?" She replied not wanting to have to spill anything to personal in front of everyone. It was Randy's turn to wet his lips as he looked at Stacy then to her friend sitting directly across from her. Grinning like an idiot he spoke, "I dare you to kiss Trish." He said his eyes glistening with child like wonder, as if he were five and Santa Clause was in the room. Randy was a normal man, with his girl on girl fantasies and he couldn't have dreamed up a better situation to be put it. "Randy…" Stacy whined, causing the completely trashed Trish to once again erupt in giggles. Everyone was feeling the effects of the alcohol and it was apparently by the hooting and hollering and slurred chants of "Do it! Do it!" Looking over at Trish she received a wink, "Come on Stace I don't bite." She nervously bit her lip and gauged the situation, like she said before no one would remember this tomorrow anyway and she didn't want to look like the preverbal stick in the mud. Crawling on her hands and knees she moved across the circle to kneel before Trish, She looked into the woman's eyes only to see them flickering in the dim light searching out her own. Laying a gentle hand on the side of her friends face she placed a soft peck on Trish's lips before pulling back to a chorus of boo's.
"What…the…fuck…was…that?" Paul asked, "You kissed her like I kiss my grandmother!" Torrie giggled and moved to sit next to Stacy, "Here…" She said leaning in to take over the hold on Trish's face, "Like this." Stacy watched in shock as Torrie gently place her lips on Trish's, licking her bottom lip and tugging it before connecting their mouths again. When Stacy looked back she could see all the guy's tongues hung out of there mouths, their jaws on the floor and then Torrie crawl back to the man she was dying to turn on. Not to be out done by her fellow friend and rival, Stacy tucked Trish's blonde hair out of her face before she moved in to kiss her again. Running her own tongue across Trish's already wet lips she begged the woman for access. When Trish accepted it Stacy's tongue found hers, tangling them together in a hot and passion filled kiss. Becoming carried away Stacy found her hands roaming over her friend as she moaned into her mouth. Falling backward she straddled the Canadian, running her hands up her t-shirt…forgetting they weren't alone until she heard Randy's voice cry out. "Thank you Jesus, I don't know what I did to deserve this but thank you…"
Stacy felt her cheeks get hot, taking over Randy's humiliation from earlier. Mortified she climbed off the smiling blonde beneath her and moved back to her place in the circle, having to fight off the man next to her. She was surprised at herself that she had let it go that far, what had just happened? And more importantly why were her lips tingling? Stacy placed her fingers where Trish's mouth had been, tracing the outline of her mouth. Why did she want to do it all over again? Her heart racing a mile a minute and her mind moving just as fast, Stacy couldn't help but admit the spark she had just felt, and how incredibly turned on she felt. So caught up in her thoughts she didn't even hear the last dare, she didn't know what was going on until Tomko emerged from the bathroom dancing around in victories panties.
It got later and later and the numbers in Stacy's hotel room began to dwindle, soon it was only her, Randy, Trish and Dave…everyone else opting for sleep after all the booze was gone. Stacy watched nervously as Dave whispered something to Trish before grabbing his things to go. "Thanks for a very memorable night." He said pecking Stacy on the cheek on his way out. Her thoughts were submerged in what he said to her, what was going on between them? Her palms began to sweat and her knees began to shake, when she realised she was going to have to face Trish now. She felt like she was going to throw up if Trish said anything about what had happened. She watched the other woman move towards her and instead of talking about how she had shoved her tongue down her throat she simply said goodbye and with a quick hug was out the door.
The stress free from her body Stacy collapsed on the bed, promptly making the decision to clean up the mess in the morning. She pulled off her clothes and got under the sheets happy to be able to rest, and hoping that in the morning her desire for Trish would subside. Just when she was drifting off to sleep Randy crawled in beside her, but he had other ideas besides sleeping. Stacy could feel his hands run across her and it almost made her cringe, "Not now baby, I'm tired." Randy didn't stop he continued to trail his fingers over her stomach and he quickly found the waistband of her panties. "I said no Randy!" Stacy told him, this time using a little more force. "Come on baby you can't me all hot like that and say no." Slapping his hands off her she did her best to create distance between them. "Come on baby just a little bit…" She felt his hands come in contact with her skin again. "I said no!" She yelled. "Just get out!" she yelled, "just go…" Randy looked at her as confused as the day he was born. "Go!" Stacy yelled kicking him out of bed throwing his clothes at him before rapidly rushing him out the door. "Baby please," He protested, resulting in the door being slammed in his face. Randy stayed there for a while, childishly pounding on the door, but he eventually left…giving Stacy the space she needed to hate herself. She had to clear all this up; she didn't want to feel what she was feeling. She didn't want there friendship to be a lie, she didn't want all the feelings she had for Trish to turn out to be her secret way of falling for her, all this time they'd known each other she thought that she loved Trish's tendencies as a friend but she was terrified that it was always so much more then that.
It was early when she felt the sting of the sun on her eyes, the albido effect of the snow only making the light brighter. Stacy found herself ready and downstairs by ten so that she could catch a cab and then the flight to the next city…if the airport was even running. But when she got to the lobby she spotted someone that she didn't want to face, Trish Stratus. She looked cute in her boots and jeans with her matching pink wool hat, scarf and mittens. Stacy couldn't help but smile and she knew once she smiled back that she had to talk to her. "Hey Trish!" She said wheeling her luggage behind her. "Gorgeous day huh?" Trish smiled at her friend and tore her eyes away from the window. "Ya, I hate to be leaving home again." Stacy turned towards her friend. "It really is a beautiful country," She paused for a moment. "About last night…" Trish stuck out her hand and grabbed the blonde's arm. "It's cool, things got crazy…boys enjoyed it right? I bet Randy was really turned on when I left…" Stacy didn't like what she was hearing, she was ready to pour out the most important thing she'd ever say and all she got was snarky sarcasm. "Ya, I guess…I-I-I better go Trish…I forgot something" She stumbled. "Talk to you later." And with that she hurried off, trying her best to shield the tears pouring down her face.
She was rushing off in the other direction when she came in contact with a pair of broad shoulders that almost knocked her off her feet. "Oh it's you…" She said looking up to be face to face with Dave, the man Trish was probably fucking. "Nice to see you too…" He started as she tried to brush past him, "your crying what's wrong?" He asked, pulling her back when he noticed her tears. "Come on sit down," Dave said leading her over to the fountain, sitting on the edge he spoke again… "You'll feel better when you talk about it." Stacy looked away and bit her lip, succumbing to her nervous habit. "It's about last night…" She started, "And?" He questioned. "Its about the kiss…" Dave looked at her tilting her chin up to look at him. "What about it?" He asked, his voice soft and reassuring. Stacy instantly felt comfortable with the man, and decided to throw her caution to the wind. Maybe they were fucking but she needed to get this off her chest, and for some reason she trusted him. "It's about how I felt so many things when my lips touched hers, and well this morning I was about to tell her that it meant more to me then some silly dare and she gave me this shit about doing it to get the guys hot." Stacy wiped her salty eyes with her shirtsleeve. "I see." He said, "I knew it, ya know…just felt the connection. When I left last night I actually whispered to her that I thought you felt something." She looked at him shocked. "What the fuck she probably thinks I'm super creepy now…thanks." He grabbed her by the shoulders to keep her from running away. "Babe, she doesn't think your creepy, she thought that you did that for Randy." He told her, trying his best to calm her. "Your just saying that cause you made her think I'm like a predator or something…" Wiping her tears he whispered. "How could she think that when she's always been in love with you?"