CHAPTER ONE: THE FIRST LESSON





Trish Stratus did not like the woman that she had become. Sure, she was one of the most popular divas with the public and she'd gotten and successfully defended the Women's Championship title for four months now - including tonight against Lita - but at what cost? Her co-workers weren't fond of her, to say the least, and she might as well call herself a prostitute since she was sleeping with a married man for personal gain. Worst of all, it was her birthday today and not so much as a single person had remembered, including Vince McMahon, her boss and lover. It was enough to make a girl cry, really, so Trish did.

Not far away in the arena...

A couple of the guys were laughing and joking together as they made their way to the parking lot. After a night of hard work they were planning on heading to a local bar to wind down. Among them was Rocky Maivia, who was better known to his fans as the Rock.

Normally right about now Rocky would be looking forward to a night out with the guys, but for some reason he was distracted and just plain not in the mood. He didn't know why he'd agreed to this outing, even though it had sounded like a good idea at the time. He dropped to the back of the group before speaking. "Hey, guys, I've changed my mind about going out tonight. I think I'll just head back to the hotel."

"You sure?" Edge asked him.

"Yeah. I'm just not up for it tonight."

"Later, then."

As the other guys left, Rocky realized that he didn't have his car keys with him and went back to his dressing room to look for them. On the way he heard a sound that caused him to halt in his tracks. He paused for a few seconds while trying to hear the sound again but nothing happened. He continued on to his dressing room and quickly found what he was looking for.

On his way back to the parking lot, Rocky was stopped in the same spot by a little spurt of noise that he couldn't identify. This time he waited longer, determined to figure out what the sound was that kept grabbing his attention. His patience was soon rewarded in the form of a tiny sob that came from one of the rooms nearby.

Rocky started opening doors, not sure why but wanting to find and hopefully help this sad person. At around the fifth door his hand froze on the knob as he looked at the sign on the door: "Trish Stratus." He wondered then if it was truly a sob that he'd heard before, or if she was in there with Vince. If they were in that room together, he really did not want to walk in on them.

Inside the room, Trish was, of course, alone. She tried hard to control the sobs but soon a few loud ones burst forth. With her head buried in her hands, she didn't see Rocky enter. She looked up when she heard the rattle of keys.

"What are you doing here?" Trish asked irritably as she wiped tears from her eyes and desperately tried to compose herself.

Instead of answering, he grabbed a tissue from a handy box and brought it over to Trish, sitting beside her as he handed it to her. She stared at it in surprise for a moment before taking it and loudly blowing her nose. She blew it again for good measure before throwing the tissue away.

"Need another one?" Rocky asked, prepared to stand up and get Trish another tissue.

Trish shook her head no. They sat in silence for a few moments before Rocky spoke again.

"Want to tell me about it?"

Trish shook her head no again. When Rocky still just sat there, she turned to him and asked him, "Aren't you going to leave now?"

Rocky appeared to consider it a few moments before answering. "No."

Trish sighed. "If I tell you, will you go away and leave me alone?"

"Maybe."

Trish rolled her eyes. Rocky didn't sound too convincing. "I've just realized how pathetic my life really is, is all."

"Trish, your life is not pathetic."

She looked at him. "Oh yeah? I'm whoring myself to a married man twice my age that can't be bothered to see that I have an orgasm or even remember my birthday."

"Ouch!"

"Yeah."

A thought occured to Rocky then. "Come on," he said as he stood and grabbed Trish's hand.

"What? Where?" Trish frowned as she tried to pull her hand from Rocky's grip.

"We're going to go back to the hotel, get dressed up real nice, and have a night on the town."

Trish stared at Rocky like he was crazy. Why did he want to take her out? They barely knew each other and she was pretty sure he was part of that group of men that made fun of her at work. But then she thought, *Why not?* So what if she went out with this man and had fun on her birthday? It was her life, nobody owned her.

With confidence, Trish stood up and accepted Rocky's invitation. "Alright, lets go."



It was in the early hourse of the morning when Trish and Rocky finally got back to the hotel, walking arm in arm. Trish was glad she'd made the choice to go. She hadn't had that much fun since before hooking up with Vince.

They stopped in front of the door to Trish's room and stood facing each other. "I had a wonderful time tonight, Rocky. Thank you."

"Think nothing of it, Trish. It was my pleasure to be able to escort a beautiful woman such as youself." Rocky traced her jaw line with his right index finger from her ear to her chin as he spoke, sending shivers down her spine.

Trish felt her face grow warm from Rocky's light caress. They stood close together in the hall for nearly a whole minute before Trish said something. "Would you like to come inside?" She surprised herself with the offer but she knew that she didn't want to take it back.

Rocky was as surprised by Trish's offer as she was. He regarded her thoughtfully as his right hand slid up to cup her cheek. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Trish nodded slowly, then turned her head toward Rocky's hand and parted her lips to admit the tip of his thumb. Rocky felt his whole body tense slightly in arousal as Trish flicked her warm, wet tongue against his thumb.

They quickly found themselves inside Trish's hotel room, the door shut and locked behind them. Rocky worked his strong hands gently into Trish's silky hair as his tongue plundered her mouth. Trish's hands tightly gripped the front of his shirt, her tongue sliding against his.

While their mouths were occupied, Trish released her death grip on Rocky's shirt and began to unbutton it from the neck down. When she reached his belt she pulled the shirt out of the waistband of his pants and finished undoing the last few buttons. Rocky broke off the kiss as Trish was spreading his shirt aside to bare his well-muscled chest and flat, firm stomach. He helped her slide the shirt off his shoulders and let it drop carelessly to the floor.

Rocky stood still as Trish repeatedly ran her hands over his chest and arms. When she began to rub both his nipples with her thumbs, his cock jumped in his pants and he grabbed her hands to stop the delicious torture.

Trish looked up at Rocky in surprise and he merely smiled in response as he went to the waistband of her pants. She raised her arms to aid Rocky as he pulled her shirt off. Rocky looked on in appreciation at Trish's tight, lacey black bra even as his hands were going around her back to search for the clasp.

Trish felt the clasp on her bra release and went to pull her bra off but Rocky again pushed her hands aside. He placed his hands on her rib cage and began rubbing in small concentric circles, working his way up slowly. When he reached the bottom of her bra, his thumbs poked under the silky material and his hands continued their journey.

Trish gasped and leaned into Rocky's touch as his hands covered her breasts. He teased her nipples to pebble hardness and she moaned. "Rocky!" she sighed. He gave her that sexy half smile that he did so well and finally removed her bra, baring her breasts to his gaze. Trish's breasts were beautiful, he thought. Perfectly rounded and large, but not obscenely so. Real, too. His hands returned to them as he leaned in to leave a trail of kisses along her neck and shoulder.

In an unexpected move, Rocky's hands abandoned Trish's breasts for her hips and lifted her up. "Wrap you legs around my waist," he said urgently. When she had done that, he kept her anchored to him with one hand under the curve of her backside and the other mid-way up her back.

Rocky took Trish's left nipple into his mouth, using lips, tongue, and teeth to play with the sensitive flesh. Trish's hands gripped the back of Rocky's neck and head, holding him closer to her breast. Vince had never done this for her for much longer than a minute, and never with this degree of finesse and skill.

Rocky let the nipple slip out of his mouth with a slight pop, then gave Trish a quick, deep kiss before lavishing attention on her other nipple.

"Oh, Rocky!" Trish sighed again, slowly. She began grinding her hips against his. She'd never been this close to an orgasm before from just stimulation above the waist. But as wonderful as it was, she still needed something more to bring her to the peak of her pleasure. "Rocky." When he continued to suck and nip at her breast, she repeated his name in a louder tone. He released her breast and looked at her. "I need you so much, Rocky. Please take me into the bedroom now."

He didn't have to be asked twice. He carried her to the bedroom with her legs still wrapped around his waist.

Once in the bedroom, Rocky set Trish on her feet. He got down on his knees to remove her pants. Trish watched the look of utter concentration on his face as he unbuckled her belt, unzipped her pants and slid them over her hips, revealing a lacey black thong. He leaned close and exhaled a hot breath over her mound, following up with a tender kiss on the fabric.

Trish felt her knees grow weak and put her hands on Rocky to steady herself. She stepped out of her pants when directed to by Rocky's guiding touch on her legs.

Rocky tossed Trish's pants out of the way, not bothering to see where they landed. He moved her legs slightly apart and rubbed a stiff finger over the crotch of her panties, grinning widely when she gasped. "Like that, do you, baby? Does it make you hot, make you wet?"

"Yes!" Trish gasped out.

"I think I wanna see just how wet you really are," he said huskily and removed his touch. Trish whimpered. "Easy, beautiful." He hooked his thumbs under the thin elastic straps spanning her hips and slowly peeled the fabric down. He pressed light kisses to her pubic bone as it appeared, making Trish shiver with desire.

As Trish stood naked before him, Rocky couldn't help grinning again - this time as he looked at the undeniable proof that Trish did not dye her hair. "You're beautiful, do you know that?" he couldn't help but ask. He manouvered her right leg over his left shoulder.

Trish's eyes widened slightly as she felt Rocky's fingers delve between her thighs, separating the folds of her womanhood and exploring the sensitive flesh within.

Rocky marvelled at Trish's responsiveness. When he slowly inserted a finger into her, she ground herself against his hand, little cries of exstacy flowing easily from her mouth. She nearly fell over when Rocky withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his mouth. "Oh my God!" she screamed, grabbing Rocky's shoulders and hanging on for dear life.

Rocky was relentless, his tongue flicking over the swollen little nub and tasting the juices as they flowed from Trish. He plied his tongue over and over, sending Trish rocketing into her first orgasm.

Trish screamed as waves of pleasure crashed over her, falling backward onto the bed. Rocky followed her, his mouth never leaving her. He threw her other leg over his shoulder and renewed his attack, leading the beautiful blond to paradise twice more before releasing her.

Rocky crawled up over Trish's body and placed a kiss on her lips. Trish opened her eyes when she tasted herself on Rocky's lips. She should find this disgusting, she thought, but she didn't. She thought it was erotic. When he pulled back she saw that his chin and the area above his upper lip still glistened with her moisture. She pulled his head back down and licked his face clean.

When Trish was done, Rocky turned her over and began massaging her back, working his way slowly down. She loved his touch but she was beginning to wonder why he hadn't seen to his own pleasure yet. It wasn't because she didn't turn him on - his erection kept brushing her ass as his hands roamed over her back - so she couldn't see a reason for his actions. When Rocky reached Trish's feet he turned her once more onto her back and began rubbing the soles.

Trish watched with a heavy-lidded gaze as Rocky worked his up her body and then lay by her side. His mouth captured a nipple and one hand moved between her thighs, inserting two fingers into her. Trish spread her legs to grant him better access.

Rocky took his time guiding Trish to her fourth climax, bringing her as close to the peak as he dared before abruptly slowing down. He did this several times before giving in to Trish's throaty cries and sank a third finger into her depths to give her a stunningly powerful orgasm. Her vaginal muscles clenched tightly around his fingers and he used his thumb to press against her nub to prolong her pleasure.

Trish was tired - which was understandable considering what she'd just experienced - and had trouble keeping her eyes open. Yet she still had enough strength to protest when Rocky covered her with the blankets. "What about you?" she asked, indicating his obvious erection.

"I'll be okay," he told her, laying a feather-light kiss on her bare shoulder. "It'll be painful for a while, but I'll be okay. Besides, You're too tired for another round just yet and I don't have any protection with me. Shh," he said, laying a finger on her lips just as she was about to speak. "Just rest now."

Reluctantly, Trish slipped off into slumber, Rocky watching her all the while. When she was completely under, he wrote her a note and left it on the night stand. He took one last look at her before he left the room and shut the door, then gathered up his shirt and jacket, put them back on, and left.

Back in his hotel room, Rocky stripped completely nude as he headed to the bathroom. His erection throbbed painfully as he walked toward the shower and turned the taps on. He stepped under the warm spray - cold showers just weren't his style - and gripped his manhood in his fist. He began masturbating, the muscles in his upper legs clenching at the pleasure/pain. He thought of Trish as he moved his hand, groaning as he imagined himself sinking into her tight sheath. Soon enough he came, his milky seed splashing onto the shower wall and slowly sliding down into the drain along with the water. He waited until it had all washed away before turning off the shower and getting out.



The next morining when Trish woke up, her eyes fell upon the note propped up against the lamp on the night stand. Hoping it wasn't a kiss-off letter, she picked it up and read it.





Trish,



Last night was just the first lesson. If you're interested in learning more, come see me tonight in my dressing room after the show.



Rocky