That bitch had done it again, she had outsmarted him; she had beaten him at
his own game. Eric Bischoff sat backstage in his dressing room rubbing his
sore jaw and trying to think of when he lost control of the situation.
Stephanie had played him from the very beginning, she knew she would never
have to go through with making out with the other women. She knew that he
would want it to be as humiliating for her as possible-that's when she and
Rikishi came up with their idea. Eric was definitely fooled, most of the
people watching were fooled. He was fuming, watching her squirm with the
real lesbians had been fun, getting super kicked by that lard ass Rikishi
was not Eric's idea of entertainment.
Tired of waiting and wanting to go home, he exited through the back doors. It was a nice night out-the stars were shining, the moon was bright, and it made him wish that he were at a park, sitting on a bench with his arm draped over someone's shoulder. 'Not just someone, right Eric?' a voice inside his head snickered. Stephanie McMahon wins again. McMahon-2 and Bischoff-1. "Hey Eric, better luck next time!" He didn't have to turn around to know that it was Stephanie McMahon talking to him from across the parking lot. She was getting into her car, a satisfied smirk in place.
"It's a shame Princess, I bet your peaches are real sweet, and your cream is just to die for." Stephanie's face reddened, but she stepped up to the challenge.
"Oh they are, I'm real juicy and real sweet, every inch of me." She smiled at him as he walked closer and closer to her. Eric had to admit, she did look good enough to eat, standing there in her teal mini skirt and tight black top. She had the kind of legs that you wanted to stare at and caress all day.
"Hmm, Princess, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were deliberately trying to turn me on." He tossed a lock of her hair over her shoulder, admiring the way her neck smoothly connected to her shoulders, then down to the valley between her breasts. His eyes lingered there then back up to her face. Her eyes, they were a soft green blue that there wasn't quite a name for. They told him everything he needed to know. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but would never admit to it. It was up to him to make the first move without scaring her off. "Princess, which hotel are you staying at?"
She cleared her throat and stepped away from him. "The Executive Suites, why?" She smirked at him. "Oh wait, let me guess, that's where you're staying too?"
"You got it, and hey, if you're down in the bar in say, 1 hour, I'll buy you a drink to prove that there are no hard feelings." He spun on his heel and walked back to his awaiting limo. Stephanie watched him go, not quite sure what the next move should be. She was going to have a drink with him, maybe even get him drunk and then pump him for information. She had already caught him staring at her. She shivered despite the warm air. His eyes had violated her, they bore straight threw her clothes and caressed her most vulnerable spots leaving her thoroughly shaken and aroused.
Eric had showered quickly, washing the smell of Rikishi's backside from him as best as possible and changed into a long back shirt and jeans. He looked at himself in the mirror, not quite believing that he was either about to taste heaven, or go through hell. Either way, it was an adventure.
Stephanie thought about her invitation all the way to the hotel. A part of her, (mostly her nether regions) begged for her to give into him. Her mind, well, that was a trickier matter. It was cautious of anything Eric Bischoff said or did. It took many nights staying up, and lots of money to get Rikishi to do what he did. Her father would be proud of her. The fans were even starting to warm up to her, tonight while dancing with Rikishi they were eating it up. She had finally shed that dead weight of a husband, and was slowly losing that slut image she had been branded with for two years.
Finally reaching her hotel she had decided that it was in her best interest if she just stay in her room. Eric would only want to get her agitated; she had a better idea. It was on the heels of a victory over Ric Flair- Chris Jericho would be flying high. Smiling to herself, she went into her room and showered, changed into something sweet and sexy. Jericho had a flair for the outrageous, so she decided on a pair of black leather pants and a shiny blue sequined tank top. Her hair, since she was no longer a heel could be worn straight and smooth. The way she preferred it. Minimal makeup and small drops of perfume on her pulse points then she was ready to go.
The front desk clerk posed as no problem; she knew most of the wrestlers "aliases" when they checked into hotels. "Chris Leonhardt's room please." The clerk kept stealing glances at her as she waited. She was afraid of running into Bischoff, afraid of giving in to him. Between Jericho and Bischoff she firmly believed that Chris was the lesser evil.
"Room 310 ma'am." He slammed the registry book shut and now openly gawked at her. With a roll of her eyes she left and headed for the elevator. She searched the walls for a clock and found that it was almost an hour that had passed since she was in the parking lot with Bischoff. Not willing to chance it, she took the stairs.
Chris Jericho was living large, drinking flat champagne and eating stale crackers. He had just won the WWE intercontinental championship, but he felt lousy. He wished he had never left Smackdown. Sure, he was getting no where there, but it was better than fighting Ric Flair day in and day out. It was better to look at Stephanie McMahon when your boss was talking to you than it was Eric Bischoff. The knocking at the door roused him from his thoughts, turning off the Porno that he had rented on TV, he got up to answer it. "Who's there?"
Stephanie looked both ways before answering him. This was a Raw floor, therefore if anyone caught her, she would be fair game. "It's Steph."
Tired of waiting and wanting to go home, he exited through the back doors. It was a nice night out-the stars were shining, the moon was bright, and it made him wish that he were at a park, sitting on a bench with his arm draped over someone's shoulder. 'Not just someone, right Eric?' a voice inside his head snickered. Stephanie McMahon wins again. McMahon-2 and Bischoff-1. "Hey Eric, better luck next time!" He didn't have to turn around to know that it was Stephanie McMahon talking to him from across the parking lot. She was getting into her car, a satisfied smirk in place.
"It's a shame Princess, I bet your peaches are real sweet, and your cream is just to die for." Stephanie's face reddened, but she stepped up to the challenge.
"Oh they are, I'm real juicy and real sweet, every inch of me." She smiled at him as he walked closer and closer to her. Eric had to admit, she did look good enough to eat, standing there in her teal mini skirt and tight black top. She had the kind of legs that you wanted to stare at and caress all day.
"Hmm, Princess, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were deliberately trying to turn me on." He tossed a lock of her hair over her shoulder, admiring the way her neck smoothly connected to her shoulders, then down to the valley between her breasts. His eyes lingered there then back up to her face. Her eyes, they were a soft green blue that there wasn't quite a name for. They told him everything he needed to know. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but would never admit to it. It was up to him to make the first move without scaring her off. "Princess, which hotel are you staying at?"
She cleared her throat and stepped away from him. "The Executive Suites, why?" She smirked at him. "Oh wait, let me guess, that's where you're staying too?"
"You got it, and hey, if you're down in the bar in say, 1 hour, I'll buy you a drink to prove that there are no hard feelings." He spun on his heel and walked back to his awaiting limo. Stephanie watched him go, not quite sure what the next move should be. She was going to have a drink with him, maybe even get him drunk and then pump him for information. She had already caught him staring at her. She shivered despite the warm air. His eyes had violated her, they bore straight threw her clothes and caressed her most vulnerable spots leaving her thoroughly shaken and aroused.
Eric had showered quickly, washing the smell of Rikishi's backside from him as best as possible and changed into a long back shirt and jeans. He looked at himself in the mirror, not quite believing that he was either about to taste heaven, or go through hell. Either way, it was an adventure.
Stephanie thought about her invitation all the way to the hotel. A part of her, (mostly her nether regions) begged for her to give into him. Her mind, well, that was a trickier matter. It was cautious of anything Eric Bischoff said or did. It took many nights staying up, and lots of money to get Rikishi to do what he did. Her father would be proud of her. The fans were even starting to warm up to her, tonight while dancing with Rikishi they were eating it up. She had finally shed that dead weight of a husband, and was slowly losing that slut image she had been branded with for two years.
Finally reaching her hotel she had decided that it was in her best interest if she just stay in her room. Eric would only want to get her agitated; she had a better idea. It was on the heels of a victory over Ric Flair- Chris Jericho would be flying high. Smiling to herself, she went into her room and showered, changed into something sweet and sexy. Jericho had a flair for the outrageous, so she decided on a pair of black leather pants and a shiny blue sequined tank top. Her hair, since she was no longer a heel could be worn straight and smooth. The way she preferred it. Minimal makeup and small drops of perfume on her pulse points then she was ready to go.
The front desk clerk posed as no problem; she knew most of the wrestlers "aliases" when they checked into hotels. "Chris Leonhardt's room please." The clerk kept stealing glances at her as she waited. She was afraid of running into Bischoff, afraid of giving in to him. Between Jericho and Bischoff she firmly believed that Chris was the lesser evil.
"Room 310 ma'am." He slammed the registry book shut and now openly gawked at her. With a roll of her eyes she left and headed for the elevator. She searched the walls for a clock and found that it was almost an hour that had passed since she was in the parking lot with Bischoff. Not willing to chance it, she took the stairs.
Chris Jericho was living large, drinking flat champagne and eating stale crackers. He had just won the WWE intercontinental championship, but he felt lousy. He wished he had never left Smackdown. Sure, he was getting no where there, but it was better than fighting Ric Flair day in and day out. It was better to look at Stephanie McMahon when your boss was talking to you than it was Eric Bischoff. The knocking at the door roused him from his thoughts, turning off the Porno that he had rented on TV, he got up to answer it. "Who's there?"
Stephanie looked both ways before answering him. This was a Raw floor, therefore if anyone caught her, she would be fair game. "It's Steph."