Trish stratus walked around backstage one night after Raw. When she ran into "the show off", Dolph Ziggler and his new associate Lana. While she walk past she saw Lana whisper something in his ear and giggle. "Trish, can I ask you something kind of personnel?" he asked walking over to her while Lana stood eager to hear her answer to the question. "Sure, ask away." "Well, what's the farthest you've ever gone with a girl?" "All the way." "Yes!" shouted Lana at the top of her lungs as happy as she can be.
"And I'm going to guess that the next question is to have sex with Lana, right?" she asked with a cocky smile on her face. "No, my question is will you have sex with me later tonight, so HA!" Trish was shocked at how forward he was with her. "Okay, I will have sex with you tonight. Any special requests: clothes, toys, some female friends?" she asked, begging for specifics. "By any chance, do you have some old pink ring gear cowboy hats and coats and the boots?" that was always a fantasy of his to sleep with Trish stratus how she looked around the year 2000. "The one that are kind of like what Nikki Bella wears now?" "exactly." This may have been one off Dolph Zigglers greatest days ever.
"All right then. But you have to wear your old pink 'you wish you could pull this off shirts' cut up by the way. And we will meet at your hotel room at 11:00 tonight. And before I forget bring some massage oil, to wet me up." That last part she whispered with heavy seduction. It was then that she noticed a slight bulge in his tight trunks.
This gave a heavy smile to her face. "And remember, stratusfaction guarantied." After that she turned and walked away. Then she laid her eyes on Lana smiling in the corner. She walked up to her, and roughly grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved her lips on the ravishing Russian full, perfect lips. She then proceeded to stick her tongue sliding it through the rough lips finding the wet and still organ. She started to rub the two tongues and wrap it around hers. Hearing a desperate moan from the younger blonde.
The Canadian then took away her mouth. With Lana's tongue hanging out of her mouth gasping for air. She then swung her right arm laying a hard smack to the Russian left cheek. "I hope I get to see a little more of you."
"Oh, fuck yes" exclaimed the heavy breathing, sore assed woman.