Title: It's My Time
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own any the WWF or any of its superstar's. But there is still hope maybe one day I will have one to call my very own. I do however own the characters Jessica, Tiffany, Alexia, Gwen, April, Diana and Miss Adams.
Summary: Jessica is about to meet her new co-workers and she is going to form some opinions about them.
I walk over to the group of girls and as I approach them they all turn to stare at me. Whoa, it's seems from their stares that this job is going to be competitive. I could care less about being a personal assistant but being a WWF superstar has been a life long dream of mine. If the only way for me to reach it is to kiss some ass then by all means hand me some chap stick. As I look over the girls I can't really tell why they would want this job. They all have nice bodies but no muscle to them what's so ever. I think it's a challenge for them just to lift the bottle of water to their mouths. I put on my best smile and hope to make the best of it.
I go over to the first girl. She is about 5'7, has long blonde hair that I doubt is natural, and baby blue eyes. She was wearing short black shorts that for a second I thought were her underwear and a halter-top that I'm sure I could use as a hand band. She would be very beautiful if she could learn to not make a face like she just ate a lemon. " Hi, I'm Jessica. I was told we are going to be working together." She looks me up and down before she decides to answer. " Hi, I'm Tiffany." Ok she has a snotty attitude about her, moving on.
I look to the girl who is sitting down at the head of the table. She is flipping through the latest issue of Vogue. She looked very petite. She had coal black hair that was cut in layers to frame her face. When she glanced up to spare me a look I noticed she had intense green eyes. She had on tight jeans that made me wonder if she could breathe, that may explain why she is sitting down, from the lack of oxygen. She also had on a tank top that was cut in the middle so it stretched over her chest. I don't think she believes in wearing a bra. Finally she introduced herself. " Hi, I'm Alexia." And that was it. No, it's nice to meet you or anything. I figured if I was going to be working with her I should be nice. " You have very nice eyes Alexia." She looked up from her magazine like I was an annoying bug that just wouldn't go away. " There contacts, my real eyes are hazel and if you tell any of the guys that green isn't my real eye color you will regret it." Ok I guess I have found my competition for bitch of the group.
So far the count is 0 for 2. There are three girls left that I may be able to like and get along with. Leaning against the wall was a girl that stood about close to 6'. I have a sinking feeling I may be the shortest of the group. I walk over to her to shake her hand. She had fiery red hair she had pulled back into a French braid. She was wearing a dress that I honestly believe would make a stripper blush. It was made of a shiny green material that was so short it could be a shirt. The top was so tight that if she sneezes we may all see her assets. She introduces herself as she shakes my hand. " I'm Gwen" Another cheerful co-worker. The count now stands at 0 for 3.
I hear a squeaky voice behind me announce her name is April. She kind of sounds like Minnie Mouse. I turn around and she is just a little bit taller then me. She has long dirty blonde hair. She has on a mini skirt that's short enough but it also has a zipper on the side that she decided to unzip all the way up so it showed almost all the way up to her hip. She had on a blue tank top that looked like it tied in the back. And to complete her look she had on what looked to be 6-inch heels. I think if a strong wind comes through here we may be down to only 4 assistants. She looked like a real life Barbie, plastic and all. Actually all the girls looked like they had visited a surgeon. I was tempted to cross my arms over my chest. Not that anyone would ever call me flat chested but I do need the assistance of a bra to keep my breasts up. I smile at April and move on to the last of the girls.
She was sitting at the table drinking a bottle of water. On first guess I would say she was in her late thirties while the rest of the girls looked to be in their mid twenties. " Hi, I'm Diana." Ok she looks like a nice person. She may be the only one I may be able to carry a conversation with. She has brown hair that is naturally curly. For the most part she does look young expect around her eyes you could see the beginning of crows feet. She had on a v-neck shirt that at a little closer look would allow you a glimpse all the way down to her navel. She had on matching red pants that looked like if she ate even a grape would split right down the middle they were so tight. I see her turn to April to talk. " So which superstar do you think has the biggest dick?" Ok maybe I won't be able to talk to her. Which brings the grade total to 0 for 5. All of a sudden a wave of loneness over comes me and I miss Erica. I'm on my own here.
I stand back to watch how all of the girls relate to one another and it seems they are all out for blood. From bits and pieces of their conversations I gather the real reasons they are here. Tiffany wants to use this as a chance to maybe get into Playboy. Alexia wants to marry herself a rich man. I think she actually may have her sights set on Vince. I just wonder what Linda will have to say about that. Gwen is in it for the money. April in all honestly is probably attracted to the bright shiny lights of the arena. And Diana I think is out to just get laid. OK I guess that means I am the only one here out to become a superstar. No one is going to stand in my way.
I just wonder if they all realize besides being an assistant we also have to train to learn how to take bumps and hits. Earlier in my brief meeting with Vince I remember him saying something about if we are ever needed we may be used as valets for the guys. I guess I really am starting at the very bottom. I wonder if all the other girls realize they will have to actually break a sweat with this job. I'm about to announce this to all of them when I notice a woman striding towards us. She looks to be in her late thirties, early forties. She has on a gray business suit tailored fitted. Once she gets over to the table she slams her brief case on the table. " Ok girls, let's get some bull shit cleared up before we begin. Shall we?" Well it looks like the boss lady has arrived. Lady's and Gentleman meet Miss Adams.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own any the WWF or any of its superstar's. But there is still hope maybe one day I will have one to call my very own. I do however own the characters Jessica, Tiffany, Alexia, Gwen, April, Diana and Miss Adams.
Summary: Jessica is about to meet her new co-workers and she is going to form some opinions about them.
I walk over to the group of girls and as I approach them they all turn to stare at me. Whoa, it's seems from their stares that this job is going to be competitive. I could care less about being a personal assistant but being a WWF superstar has been a life long dream of mine. If the only way for me to reach it is to kiss some ass then by all means hand me some chap stick. As I look over the girls I can't really tell why they would want this job. They all have nice bodies but no muscle to them what's so ever. I think it's a challenge for them just to lift the bottle of water to their mouths. I put on my best smile and hope to make the best of it.
I go over to the first girl. She is about 5'7, has long blonde hair that I doubt is natural, and baby blue eyes. She was wearing short black shorts that for a second I thought were her underwear and a halter-top that I'm sure I could use as a hand band. She would be very beautiful if she could learn to not make a face like she just ate a lemon. " Hi, I'm Jessica. I was told we are going to be working together." She looks me up and down before she decides to answer. " Hi, I'm Tiffany." Ok she has a snotty attitude about her, moving on.
I look to the girl who is sitting down at the head of the table. She is flipping through the latest issue of Vogue. She looked very petite. She had coal black hair that was cut in layers to frame her face. When she glanced up to spare me a look I noticed she had intense green eyes. She had on tight jeans that made me wonder if she could breathe, that may explain why she is sitting down, from the lack of oxygen. She also had on a tank top that was cut in the middle so it stretched over her chest. I don't think she believes in wearing a bra. Finally she introduced herself. " Hi, I'm Alexia." And that was it. No, it's nice to meet you or anything. I figured if I was going to be working with her I should be nice. " You have very nice eyes Alexia." She looked up from her magazine like I was an annoying bug that just wouldn't go away. " There contacts, my real eyes are hazel and if you tell any of the guys that green isn't my real eye color you will regret it." Ok I guess I have found my competition for bitch of the group.
So far the count is 0 for 2. There are three girls left that I may be able to like and get along with. Leaning against the wall was a girl that stood about close to 6'. I have a sinking feeling I may be the shortest of the group. I walk over to her to shake her hand. She had fiery red hair she had pulled back into a French braid. She was wearing a dress that I honestly believe would make a stripper blush. It was made of a shiny green material that was so short it could be a shirt. The top was so tight that if she sneezes we may all see her assets. She introduces herself as she shakes my hand. " I'm Gwen" Another cheerful co-worker. The count now stands at 0 for 3.
I hear a squeaky voice behind me announce her name is April. She kind of sounds like Minnie Mouse. I turn around and she is just a little bit taller then me. She has long dirty blonde hair. She has on a mini skirt that's short enough but it also has a zipper on the side that she decided to unzip all the way up so it showed almost all the way up to her hip. She had on a blue tank top that looked like it tied in the back. And to complete her look she had on what looked to be 6-inch heels. I think if a strong wind comes through here we may be down to only 4 assistants. She looked like a real life Barbie, plastic and all. Actually all the girls looked like they had visited a surgeon. I was tempted to cross my arms over my chest. Not that anyone would ever call me flat chested but I do need the assistance of a bra to keep my breasts up. I smile at April and move on to the last of the girls.
She was sitting at the table drinking a bottle of water. On first guess I would say she was in her late thirties while the rest of the girls looked to be in their mid twenties. " Hi, I'm Diana." Ok she looks like a nice person. She may be the only one I may be able to carry a conversation with. She has brown hair that is naturally curly. For the most part she does look young expect around her eyes you could see the beginning of crows feet. She had on a v-neck shirt that at a little closer look would allow you a glimpse all the way down to her navel. She had on matching red pants that looked like if she ate even a grape would split right down the middle they were so tight. I see her turn to April to talk. " So which superstar do you think has the biggest dick?" Ok maybe I won't be able to talk to her. Which brings the grade total to 0 for 5. All of a sudden a wave of loneness over comes me and I miss Erica. I'm on my own here.
I stand back to watch how all of the girls relate to one another and it seems they are all out for blood. From bits and pieces of their conversations I gather the real reasons they are here. Tiffany wants to use this as a chance to maybe get into Playboy. Alexia wants to marry herself a rich man. I think she actually may have her sights set on Vince. I just wonder what Linda will have to say about that. Gwen is in it for the money. April in all honestly is probably attracted to the bright shiny lights of the arena. And Diana I think is out to just get laid. OK I guess that means I am the only one here out to become a superstar. No one is going to stand in my way.
I just wonder if they all realize besides being an assistant we also have to train to learn how to take bumps and hits. Earlier in my brief meeting with Vince I remember him saying something about if we are ever needed we may be used as valets for the guys. I guess I really am starting at the very bottom. I wonder if all the other girls realize they will have to actually break a sweat with this job. I'm about to announce this to all of them when I notice a woman striding towards us. She looks to be in her late thirties, early forties. She has on a gray business suit tailored fitted. Once she gets over to the table she slams her brief case on the table. " Ok girls, let's get some bull shit cleared up before we begin. Shall we?" Well it looks like the boss lady has arrived. Lady's and Gentleman meet Miss Adams.