"By this time next week, I will have either made out with Stephanie
McMahon's ass, or will have seen her perform in a HLA three way!" Eric
chuckled to himself, unable to contain his excitement. Either way he
looked at it, it was a win-win situation. How many times had he laid awake
in his hotel room, thinking about squeezing her round backside as she rode
on top of him? How many times WOULD he lay awake with the image of her and
two other women making out? From where he was sitting, he couldn't lose.
He knew he shouldn't want to sleep with the competition, hell, this was
Vince McMahon's daughter, the same Vince McMahon who was the thorn in his
side for almost 5 years. If Eric had been with the company when Stephanie
married HHH to get back at her father, it would have been Eric that was now
divorcing her. Of this he was certain. Sure, it was perverted, but if it
helped him sleep better at night, then he would do it. Stephanie McMahon
had been plaguing his dreams since the first night that they met. She was
so sure of herself, and Eric unwillingly fell for her.
No other woman stood up to him like she did. It was intriguing and frustrating to say the least. Finally a woman could compete with him, a woman that was young enough to be his daughter. That thought alone should make him ill, but it excited him all the more. Sometimes while thinking about her, he would stroke himself till orgasm. It was a depraving act that left him unsettled as soon as her name escaped his lips. After reaching his hotel, he wanted to do nothing more than just take a shower and go to bed. His body thought otherwise, now almost two in the morning, he found himself wondering what she was doing, if she was sleeping, what she was wearing. It was driving him insane.
Not long after having drifted to thoughts of her, he felt the familiar tingles start in the pit of his stomach and settle right in his groin. He wondered what she tasted like, if Rosie and Jamal lost, would he be able to smell her? The thought of pressing his lips firmly against that pale rounded bottom of hers was making him harder than he had ever been in his life. His imagination started taking over. Soon, he was spreading her cheeks and sweeping his tongue over her tight pucker. As his mind ran over and over with different scenarios, his hand wandered down over his bulging boxers. He snapped out of his dream and glanced down to the juncture between his legs. The boxers he was wearing were tented out lewdly, his member was throbbing wildly, begging him to grab on and give himself relief. Something was going to have to give soon, if he didn't get her out of his head, he was going to chap himself.
Nervousness was an understatement for what Stephanie was feeling. Since Bischoff had made that stupid match at the Pay Per View, she had not been able to get a decent night sleep. If Billy and Chuck lost she would have to make out with two other women in the middle of the ring. If they won, she would have to drop her pants and let Eric Bischoff touch his lips to her skin. It was revolting and yet she couldn't bring herself to back down. She had faith in her team, and didn't want her charges to think her a coward. If her team lost, she would deal with the consequences.
A part of her couldn't help but get excited at the thought of Eric's lips against her skin. As much as she found him revolting, she sometimes got the feeling that he thought of her like she was a piece of meat that he would devour. She would never admit it to anyone, it was difficult enough to admit it to herself, but she wondered what it would be like to be devoured by him. She smiled now, thinking of ways to get back at him for the humiliation that she would have to endure. She could always work her charms and get Jericho to come back to Smackdown.
The reason he left was because the night before he had come to her, told her that he wanted her and had for the longest of times. She didn't mean to laugh in his face, but she did. Truth be known she actually would have considered his proposal if he had not gotten up and started calling her names that he usually saved for an audience. She knew now that she had wounded his pride and she figured only she could soothe it. Never before had she considered sleeping with the talent, but to get back at Eric Bischoff, all bets were off.
She was in a position that she had never been in before. She had people's respect and she'd be damned if Eric Bischoff would ruin that, but she was still a woman, a young, sexy woman who had needs and with Hunter out of the picture, no one had been fulfilling them in a while. "Just go to sleep." Stephanie mumbled to herself as she closed her eyes. She tried not to think about Jericho, how his lower body looked in skin tight spandex, or how his upper body was like that of a bronzed God. No, a woman who hadn't had sex in almost six months most definitely did not need that kind of visualization.
However much Jericho stimulated her, she couldn't concentrate on him for long. Her mind would wonder to Eric, and how he had gotten the best of her at Smackdown, how he had made her look like the fool. She knew that he had her where it counted in this business, brains. But she had the assets to make him weak. She wasn't afraid to use those, besides, you can only hear that you're a slut so many times before you start believing it. Hunter had made her feel like one, using her only when it was necessary or to keep her happy, Jericho had told millions of people exactly what he thought of her, Austin ripped her shirt off on live television, then there were the "nipple" slips. Twice now on television her breasts had been exposed. Damn Hunter for asking her to get such a large size.
Her wounded pride struggled with a way to get back at Bischoff for invading her show, the little episode on Raw was nothing compared to the humiliation she went through. She stood in the same ring as that man, smiled and shook his hand, all the while never knowing who it was. He touched her, man handled her was the better term she though ruefully. If she wasn't mistaken, which she didn't think she was, he even copped a feel? Instead of being embarrassed or even angry, it aroused her of all things, that was the dilemma she was having- why did being fondled by Eric Bischoff turn her on?
No other woman stood up to him like she did. It was intriguing and frustrating to say the least. Finally a woman could compete with him, a woman that was young enough to be his daughter. That thought alone should make him ill, but it excited him all the more. Sometimes while thinking about her, he would stroke himself till orgasm. It was a depraving act that left him unsettled as soon as her name escaped his lips. After reaching his hotel, he wanted to do nothing more than just take a shower and go to bed. His body thought otherwise, now almost two in the morning, he found himself wondering what she was doing, if she was sleeping, what she was wearing. It was driving him insane.
Not long after having drifted to thoughts of her, he felt the familiar tingles start in the pit of his stomach and settle right in his groin. He wondered what she tasted like, if Rosie and Jamal lost, would he be able to smell her? The thought of pressing his lips firmly against that pale rounded bottom of hers was making him harder than he had ever been in his life. His imagination started taking over. Soon, he was spreading her cheeks and sweeping his tongue over her tight pucker. As his mind ran over and over with different scenarios, his hand wandered down over his bulging boxers. He snapped out of his dream and glanced down to the juncture between his legs. The boxers he was wearing were tented out lewdly, his member was throbbing wildly, begging him to grab on and give himself relief. Something was going to have to give soon, if he didn't get her out of his head, he was going to chap himself.
Nervousness was an understatement for what Stephanie was feeling. Since Bischoff had made that stupid match at the Pay Per View, she had not been able to get a decent night sleep. If Billy and Chuck lost she would have to make out with two other women in the middle of the ring. If they won, she would have to drop her pants and let Eric Bischoff touch his lips to her skin. It was revolting and yet she couldn't bring herself to back down. She had faith in her team, and didn't want her charges to think her a coward. If her team lost, she would deal with the consequences.
A part of her couldn't help but get excited at the thought of Eric's lips against her skin. As much as she found him revolting, she sometimes got the feeling that he thought of her like she was a piece of meat that he would devour. She would never admit it to anyone, it was difficult enough to admit it to herself, but she wondered what it would be like to be devoured by him. She smiled now, thinking of ways to get back at him for the humiliation that she would have to endure. She could always work her charms and get Jericho to come back to Smackdown.
The reason he left was because the night before he had come to her, told her that he wanted her and had for the longest of times. She didn't mean to laugh in his face, but she did. Truth be known she actually would have considered his proposal if he had not gotten up and started calling her names that he usually saved for an audience. She knew now that she had wounded his pride and she figured only she could soothe it. Never before had she considered sleeping with the talent, but to get back at Eric Bischoff, all bets were off.
She was in a position that she had never been in before. She had people's respect and she'd be damned if Eric Bischoff would ruin that, but she was still a woman, a young, sexy woman who had needs and with Hunter out of the picture, no one had been fulfilling them in a while. "Just go to sleep." Stephanie mumbled to herself as she closed her eyes. She tried not to think about Jericho, how his lower body looked in skin tight spandex, or how his upper body was like that of a bronzed God. No, a woman who hadn't had sex in almost six months most definitely did not need that kind of visualization.
However much Jericho stimulated her, she couldn't concentrate on him for long. Her mind would wonder to Eric, and how he had gotten the best of her at Smackdown, how he had made her look like the fool. She knew that he had her where it counted in this business, brains. But she had the assets to make him weak. She wasn't afraid to use those, besides, you can only hear that you're a slut so many times before you start believing it. Hunter had made her feel like one, using her only when it was necessary or to keep her happy, Jericho had told millions of people exactly what he thought of her, Austin ripped her shirt off on live television, then there were the "nipple" slips. Twice now on television her breasts had been exposed. Damn Hunter for asking her to get such a large size.
Her wounded pride struggled with a way to get back at Bischoff for invading her show, the little episode on Raw was nothing compared to the humiliation she went through. She stood in the same ring as that man, smiled and shook his hand, all the while never knowing who it was. He touched her, man handled her was the better term she though ruefully. If she wasn't mistaken, which she didn't think she was, he even copped a feel? Instead of being embarrassed or even angry, it aroused her of all things, that was the dilemma she was having- why did being fondled by Eric Bischoff turn her on?