For ZVArmy
How difficult was it being the only classy woman in WWE? Very, especially with all the nasties associating themselves with such a prime and proper lady such as Lacey Evans.
Being the classiest woman in all of WWE's history meant setting an example for how a woman should act in the ring and backstage. Classy meant dressing like everyday was a formal event and she needed to outshine everyone else. Classy meant always minding your manners and speaking clear and precise with careful enunciation of every word.
Of course with every week, the classiest of the women, Lacey Evans herself, would sit properly for the makeup team to doll her up nice and pretty for the RAW broadcast that night. Lacey knew she could do it herself, but she did like helping the less fortunate feel like they had any purpose.
"God damn, look at her," Dean Ambrose praised from afar with a grin. "Have you seen such a fine piece of ass like her before?"
Seth Rollins rolled his eyes. Despite knowing his best friend for years, he never really got used to his unapologetic attitude. "You mean Lacey?" Seth asked, although he already guessed that was who he was referring to.
"Yeah, man, look at her. Blonde hair, great tits, that 'I'm better than you, deal with it' attitude, and that ass," Dean chuckled. "What I wouldn't give to be face down between her legs."
"You are hopeless, Ambrose," Rhea Ripley, who was sitting at the next table over from Dean and Seth, chastised with a shake of her head. "You see women as sex objects and nothin' more. Would it kill you to be a gentleman for once?"
Dean snickered. "And when's the last time you took a chick out to dinner before fucking them?"
Rhea shrugged. "At least I'm honest about wanting nothin' more than sex," she flashed Ambrose a smirk. "Just ask your ex-wife."
Seth cackled loudly, but Dean shook his head in poor spirits. Rhea chuckled to herself and went back to reading an article on her phone.
"She wouldn't bother with you anyway," Seth told Dean. "Lacey has class. She doesn't sleep around, or gets filmed doing shots at some bar, or gets private photos leaked online. She's a different kind of women that you have no chance with."
"That a challenge?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, it is," Rhea called, setting her phone down once again. "Bet you a hundred dollars you crash and burn."
Ambrose scoffed. "Bitch, please. I could reel in any chick on this roster. Not counting you and Sonya, for obvious reasons, but anyone else I bet I could."
Rhea gestured across the room at Lacey. "Be my guest. Show me how an expert does it."
Dean straightened the collar on his leather jacket and stood up. Lacey stepped down from her makeup chair. While the classy southern belle checked her makeup job in a handheld mirror, Ambrose approached her from behind.
"Nice work," Dean complimented with a grin. "Ladies did a fine j-"
Lacey raised her hand, cutting Dean off in the process. "Unlikely," she simply said before walking in the opposite direction.
Rhea could hardly keep balance in her chair as she roared with laughter at the total flop she had witnessed. Ambrose hadn't moved from his spot over by the makeup table. The very brief and extremely embarrassing exchange brought a sense of paralysis and bewilderment to the otherwise extremely confident Lunatic Fringe.
"Wow, I was expecting a hit an' miss, but that was too rich," Rhea cackled.
The woman of Dean's desires passed by the group of tables in catering Rhea and Seth sat amongst. Lacey made eye contact with Rhea for a very brief moment, but in that moment Lacey's lips stretched into a sassy smirk and her left eye closed in a gesture of sweet seduction that caught Rhea off guard.
"Fuck me," Dean muttered to himself when he took his seat beside Seth once again.
Rhea, still following Lacey with her eyes, watched her walk off in the distance and finding it hard to keep her gaze anywhere on her body that wasn't her well-defined ass.
"Here's your fuckin' money," Dean growled, tossing a crumpled one-hundred dollar bill at Rhea. "Fuckin' stupid bullshit."
Rhea collected her winnings with a sarcastic smile. "You need to update your move-set, Ambrose. And I don't mean in the ring this time."
Rhea stood up to leave while Seth had a laugh at his best friend's expense. Dean gave her the finger to her back, but Rhea didn't mind him.
Later that evening, after RAW has finished for the night, Rhea sat alone in the lobby of the hotel she was staying at. She originally had plans to go out with a group of people and possibly bring a lucky lady back to her room for the night, but she decided against it after suffering a minor knee injury during her match.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rhea saw Lacey Evans once again strut past her. The sophisticated woman looked in her direction once again. This time, taking a chance to return the gesture earlier in the night, Rhea was the one to grin and wink. Lacey's lips parted to show a little bit of teeth while she silently chuckled to herself. It wasn't her most successful attempt at flirting, but Rhea figured it was nothing more than playful. But, then again, Lacey was really hot and Rhea was going to flirt with her even if Lacey did it sarcastically.
Dean Ambrose stepped off the elevator into the lobby. He locked eyes with Lacey again, but the blonde woman wasn't having it. She turned her face away and stuck her nose in the air. Dean, however, didn't take the hint and approached Lacey anyway.
"Look, Lace, I think we got off on the wrong foot before," Dean spoke. "I wasn't trying to hit on you on anything, I was just paying you a-"
"Oh, save your breath, Mr Ambrose," Lacey interrupted, holding a gloved hand over her mouth while she yawned. "It is very clear to me and every other woman in the locker room you don't consider us anymore than something you can put your... sin into."
Rhea covered her mouth to muffle a laugh. Seeing Ambrose crash and burn with women always gave her a grand sense of joy.
"That's... Fine, you know what, yeah. I want to have sex with you. Sue me," Dean said. "You're gorgeous, you have a rockin' body, and that accent makes my dick happy. Whatever."
Lacey cocked an eyebrow. "Ah, now we finally see your true intentions. I do admire your confidence, Mr Ambrose, but you should understand that I am a woman of class and do not normally associate myself with a nasty such as yourself..."
Ambrose nodded his head. "I'm aware."
"However, it has been quite a while since I've had the company of a man. But am I desperate enough to lower to your level of... lower class?" Lacey asked herself.
Dean swiped a bouquet of flowers from a vase sitting on the registration desk. "M'lady," he said, cheesy grin and all while presenting the flowers to Lacey. "I could promise you I'd be there in the morning, but odds are I won't be."
Lacey smirked. "Well then, I suppose. I do like a little nasty every now and again."
Lacey removed a keycard from the small envelope provided to her from reception. She tucked it in one of Dean's jeans pockets and carried on for the elevators. Dean looked to the heavens and praised God for presenting him with such an opportunity.
While Rhea sat in her seat completely dumbfounded, Lacey once again winked at her before stepping onto the elevator. Rhea chuckled to herself, still unsure of why Lacey kept doing that.
No more than fifteen minutes later, Dean Ambrose arrived at Lacey's hotel room. Using the keycard given to him, Dean stepped inside the room. He didn't see any sign of Lacey in the sleeping area, but he jumped slightly when the front door slammed behind him. He spun on his heels, and there was the woman he'd been pursuing that evening. Lacey stepped out of the bathroom, stripped down to a matching pair of white lace underwear and elbow high silk gloves.
"Lacey in her lace," Dean grinned. "I like it."
Lacey arched an eyebrow. "Talking? I assumed you were a man of actions, Mr Ambrose."
Dean crossed the room quickly, ready to make the first move, but Lacey held up her hand to again halt Ambrose.
"So eager," Lacey breathed. "Yet you'll need to learn to be patient. Strip yourself to your underwear and we shall begin."
Ambrose kicked off every article of clothing he had on except his boxer-briefs. With a wild grin on his face, Dean laid on the bed. Lacey crawled over the prone Ambrose, taking her time to lay face to face with him.
"Hands," Lacey ordered when Ambrose leaned in for a kiss.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Need I repeat myself?" Lacey asked.
Dean held his hands in front of himself. Surprisingly, Lacey wrapped a length of silk fabric around his wrists. She tied a fairly secure knot, then tied the other end to the headboard that made up the top of the bed.
Dean chuckled. "What the hell are you doing?"
Lacey pressed a finger against his lips. "Hush now." Once again, she held up a length of ribbon, but instead of around Dean's wrists, she secured it around his eyes.
"I can't see." Dean said.
"Good," Lacey pressed her lips softly against Dean's for the first time.
Ambrose had already been aroused by the sight of Lacey's well-defined body in her white lace underwear, but being helpless to her every whim somehow made him harder.
Lacey kissed Dean's chin, then his neck, then his chest. She stopped her trail at his stomach to peck certain spots on his torso. Her gloved hands lightly scratched his sides. The silk felt pleasant against Dean's skin and sent more heat to his throbbing member.
Mercifully, Lacey sat back between Dean's legs. She lightly gripped the waistband of his briefs and tugged them low enough to expose him to her. A groan of pleasure disguised as a sigh of relief escaped Ambrose's throat when Lacey gripped his shaft with one hand.
"My, my, you are well equipped, Mr Ambrose," Lacey cooed, beginning to stroke him. "If you weren't such a nasty, I would have invited you to my room far sooner."
"But you enjoy being nasty," Dean teased.
Lacey smirked. "Only sometimes, good sir."
Lacey's right hand loosely gripped Dean's length while her left hand massaged his testicles. Dean admitted to himself the silk brought the experience to a higher level than he was used to. It was a fairly mellow sexual act, but the fact that he couldn't see and all he could sense was the smooth fabric made it feel like his climax could literally come at any moment.
When Dean thought he'd gotten used to the feeling of Lacey's gloved hands massaging his most precious body parts, he groaned loudly when the warmth of her mouth engulfed his stiff member.
"Holy fuck," Dean groaned, baiting a giggle from Lacey that was muffled thanks to having Dean in her mouth.
Her stroking hadn't ceased when her mouth added to Dean's pleasure. With both hands at work, and Lacey's mouth making light suctions all over him, Dean felt the coil in his loins start to unravel. Lacey must've sensed he was near his climax, because she suddenly started working double time. Dean threw his head back and his hips forward while he again groaned at the top of his lungs.
"Ah, fuck, babe," Dean groaned through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna cum. Fuck!"
Lacey lowered her head until all of Dean's member was in her mouth. She moaned as hot cum shot from Dean's member and coated the inside of her mouth. Her hands massaged his testicles until she was sure every drop had been dispensed in her mouth. She released him with a pop of her lips.
Lacey removed the blindfold from Dean's eyes so he could witness her swallowing her mouthful of cum. He grinned widely and chuckled under his breath.
"That was fuckin' amazing," Dean praised.
"Oh, I know," Lacey bragged. "No need to remind me now."
Rhea had mustered enough strength through her bum knee to get up from the couch in the lobby and hobble to the elevator. After reaching her floor, Rhea limped to her assigned room. The door next to hers popped open and, wrapped in a bathrobe, Lacey Evans stepped out into the hallway.
"Fun night?" Rhea asked with a smirk.
Lacey grinned. "Oh, you know a true lady never kisses and tells, Miss Ripley. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to fetch myself some ice."
"I'll happily bury my face in that pussy, if you'll excuse me," Rhea muttered to herself. She'd thought the comment went unnoticed until she realized Lacey was staring at her a lot harder than she was before. Rhea chuckled nervously. "My apologies, I thought you left."
Lacey set her hands on her hips. "Now that wasn't very ladylike, do you think?"
Rhea shrugged. "Sorry, man, it was stupid."
Lacey shook her head. "You have a foul mouth, young lady, and I do not appreciate it."
Rhea rolled her eyes. "Alright, cool. Can I go now?"
Lacey stood toe to toe with Rhea. They were the same height, but Rhea had a slight advantage since she was still wearing her shoes.
"You nasties are all the same," Lacey chastised. "Foul mouths, bad attitudes... And so sexy."
Rhea furrowed her brow. "What?"
Lacey pressed her lips against Rhea's. Rhea took a step back, but only backed into the wall and got no separation from Lacey.
"I do enjoy the taste of a cock in my spare time," Lacey whispered in Rhea's ear. "But the company of a woman always pleased me a little more."
Lacey's lips pecked softly at Rhea's neck. Her fingers fiddled with the button on Rhea's jeans until they came undone. Rhea gasped as Lacey's fingers caressed her pussy.
"I do like it nasty every now and again," With one more kiss, Lacey sauntered down the hall.
Rhea, backing into her room and shuddering at how wet she'd gotten so quickly, had to sit down to catch her breath and calm herself enough to refrain from pouncing Lacey the next time she saw her.