It was late into April of 2001 and World Wrestling Federation's next Pay-Per-View event billed 'Judgment Day' was only a matter of weeks away. The ARCO Arena in Sacramento California sold out in a matter of hours, with an impressive buy rate of $405,000 and the venue was set to have a stacked card. From the main event featuring 'The Texas Rattlesnake' Stone Cold Steve Austin vs 'The American Badass' The Undertaker in a No Holds Barred match; to the featured bouts on the undercard which included 'The Game' Triple H defending the Intercontinental Championship against the 'Big Red Machine' Kane in a Chain match, and a Two-out-of three falls match between the Olympic hero Kurt Angle and Chris Benoit for Angle's 1996 Olympic Gold medals.
Overall, the matches and overall structure for the storylines going into the PPV seemed to be set; however, one outlier seemed to stick out and that concerned a certain woman in the Diva's division. Everybody knew that Joanie Laurer, or as many knew by her wrestling name Chyna, her last match was going to be at Judgement Day against the high flyer Lita for the World Wrestling Federation Women's Title which Chyna currently held high and proud. Ever since beating Right To Censor member Ivory for the Championship, Joanie has had a dominating reign as Women's champion and has not been one to shy away from the fact that she wasn't taking her job in the ring seriously. After all, how does a woman of her stature suddenly go from believably wrestling in the men's division with the likes of Eddie Guerrero and Val Venis most notably, to suddenly being moved to wrestle with the Divas?
Because of this Chyna hasn't really let any of the girls shine brightly in their matches with her, not selling their finishers if they ever even get to that point because the 9th Wonder of the World would just clobber them unconsciously before performing her own finishing move, a devastating power bomb. Granted she used to do the pedigree like her then boyfriend Triple H would, but ever since he got involved with that McMahon Helmsley storyline with the boss' daughter, she decided to stop doing it as a show of respect and to protect Hunter's finishing maneuver that much further. Anyhow, despite not wanting to take her job seriously and work properly with the women in the division, creative and her believed that Lita, the rising star of the Diva's division with her high flying moves and tomboy like persona would be the best and most believable choice to face her for the title and perhaps even pin her cleanly.
It all seemed to be going according to plan, and really it was a very simple layout. Chyna would drop the title clean to Lita, leave with her head up as anyone who respects the business would. However, rumor had it, she wasn't going to drop the championship at Judgement Day to the red head and was instead contemplating whether she should keep it to herself until her contract ran out in November, thus leaving the whole women's division without a title to wrestle for. Or just take it with her just like Alundra Blayze, also known as Medusa did when she made the jump to WCW. Which raised people's eyebrows and the question arose, what was going to happen to the Women's title after Joanie left?
After a RAW IS WAR show, WWF Diva Trish Stratus was in her locker room, slowly pushing her tight black leather pants down her thicc legs as she finished getting dressed back in her normal street clothes after a match she just had with fellow diva Ivory, which ended in a messily 2 minutes and 6 seconds. Because of how short the match was, the buxom blonde didn't bother to even shower in the Diva's shower stall as the match left her barely sweating and she figured she'd just shower from the comfort of her hotel room.
Easing down the rest of the leather she stepped out and picked up the leather pants, folding it up and placing the pair in her gym bag nearby before doing the same for the slightly sweaty black top she was wearing which showed her cleavage quite well. Stratus then grabbed the top she wore when she first came to this arena, it had a large number 1 covered in sparkles in the chest center and she slid it over her blonde covered head before then tying a knot on the bottom front, showing off her midriff abs. The foxy Canadian then leaned down and began to slide on her blue jeans which were slightly faded with white and they already had a pearl belt in the loop holes. As she slowly slid the denim up her shapely legs, frustration began to set in the petite woman's mind.
In all honesty Trish was beyond frustrated with the company and the lack of care for the Women's Division. More importantly she was fed up with being treated like a sideshow for the people, more specifically the men in the audience, trying her absolute hardest to show off her in-ring skills just for them to either shout something completely derogatory towards her or catcall her whenever she lost an article of clothing or for simply standing there by ringside. After all the hard work, sweat, tears and effort she had put into bettering herself as an in-ring competitor, they gave her a 2 minute squash match? Sure she might've had that backstage segment with Vince McMahon where it might've made her match mean something, and perhaps it was with a respectable veteran in that of Ivory, but still it left her speechless and dumbfounded just how short and quickly it all ended.
Trish did not do that whole McMahon affair storyline just to end up in these bathroom break length type of matches, she wanted to actually go out there and wrestle. Not be held back by those in creative, time constraints or the people in charge of the matches. Her main goal ever since joining the WWF last year was to become the WWF Women's Champion and be someone who kids and certainly girls could look up to as a woman, who was able to make it in a male dominated sport and show them that they too can break down those barriers that men try to keep women contained in. Heck perhaps one day when Stratus has kids she'll be able to tell them how much she's impacted the world of wrestling and just how much she's done as a woman.
But at the unfortunate pace she's going at right now, that seems to be nothing but a mere pipe dream that she's desperately holding onto by a mere thread. All she could hope for is that with every win she gets, it will hopefully gain her credibility towards a potential title shot in the near future. Or even convince creative and the Women's Champion herself that she was indeed ready to be the next World Wrestling Federation Women's Champion.
Getting nearly ready to leave the arena, she chains her pearl belt and slips on her platform shoes and begins to tie the knot on the first one, when suddenly there was a knock on the steel door. *knock* *knock* *knock*
"Come in! It's open!" The blonde beauty called out in her sexy, yet sweet valley girl like voice. Even when she spoke out with the absolute most care and sincerity, her Canadian accent was still very much there and could be heard by just about anyone. The large steel door then proceeded to open inward and in walked World Wrestling Federation Chairman and former on screen love interest of Stratus, Vincent Kennedy McMahon. Dressed in his usual power suit, charcoal slacks and a grey suit jacket, and the dark blue shirt collar he wore as always unbuttoned from the top. He seemed to be in a not so cheerful mood by the mannerisms of his entrance as his dress shoes made the infamous tal against the hard cold floor.
"Hey Trish!" Vince said as he entered the room, closing the door behind himself. The Toronto beauty tied the final loop on her other shoe before standing up from her chair, ready to listen intently on whatever her boss had to say to her. And sure, while it was true that they did have that storyline in front of the world on television to witness and take in, the reality was that she did have a side a small fling with him which was what originally gave him the idea for that affair storyline to begin with. This of course also meant that his wife Linda McMahon, the CEO of the WWF, while she was in on all of the nervous breakdown and comotoste state throughout the whole storyline, she wasn't actually aware that her husband was having an actual affair relationship with the former fitness model.
Hell a lot of the things he said were down right true, from stating he wanted someone who could match his sexual prowess, to someone who was about the age of his daughter Stephanie McMahan, who herself also wasn't aware of the actual sexual relationship her father and Trish had behind the scenes. In fact a lot of the boys and girls in the back would always kid around and mess with Trish each time they left the shows about the storyline, and how ridiculous it seemed that someone with her drive and determination would ever even try to stoop that low to move up the ranking in the WWF. But as is with any business in the real world, something you have to get down and dirty to get what you want and in the Toronto native's case, she wasn't going to pass up that opportunity when it struck. After all she had the assets to convince her boss, but now it was somewhat weird each time they spoke or had a meeting. On one hand she was worried he'd ask her to get on her knees or disrobe and only God knows what else, but on the other she hoped whatever he wanted, it would be quick and over with.
It was because of all of this that the buxom blonde was always somewhat uncomfortable whenever she was around Vince, one because their fling was somewhat over and two, she knew exactly how moody he could be when he wasn't in his element. So there she stood, trying her best to put on a smile for her former on-screen and off-screen lover.
"Listen Trish, I'm well aware you're still somewhat uncomfortable speaking or being in the same room with me, believe me I myself to an extent feel that way as well. But here's the thing, we've got ourselves a bit of a problem," The owner seriously stated in his all so inclusive and educated voice as he walked up to her. Stratus stood there motionless, curious as to what concerns her boss and former on screen lover would bring to her. She hoped the problem had nothing to do with her, she really didn't want to find out what the repercussions were for perhaps doing something wrong in her match earlier tonight. Maybe it had to do with their fling from months earlier or worse case scenario he was going to fire her on the spot just because of how his mood could change in a matter of seconds.
"As you know, Joanie is going to be leaving the World Wrestling Federation after Judgement Day. The problem is that, well, she still has quite a bit of influence around the locker room and has already flatly refused to drop the title, no matter what offers I proposed out to her. Now the last thing I need is another Montreal Screwjob controversy; never mind the heat the press and media would give the World Wrestling Federation and me for screwing a woman on her way out. And all things considered, it seems that my only option at this point in time is to suspend the Women's title, indefinitely. Or at least until a suitable tournament can be properly made and set up to reestablish the belt." McMahon informed his former on screen mistress and lover.
Trish's heart sank, she knew the Women's title was the pinnacle of female success in the WWF. And this would only prolong her lifelong dream even further which really bummed her out. "Of course…" She responded in a despondent manner, something which McMahon picked up and read. Vince then stated something which raised the former fitness model's spirits a little, "However, Joanie is offering an alternative," the boss then said.
"And… that is…?" Trish asked, her curiosity now sparking as this caught her interest.
"If… a WWF Diva can somehow convince her that they're worthy of the Women's title, then she would be willing to win at Judgment Day and vacate the title once she hung up her boots. But the diva who is able to persuade Joanie in doing her job and parting the right way, would be guaranteed for when an elimination style tournament is over, to be crowned the new World Wrestling Federation Women's Champion." He expressed with integrity, something that was rare coming from the man who played an ego maniacal boss who was arguably Satan incarnate to many.
"Have any of the divas tried to convince her yet?" Trish asked, the proposition sounding intriguing to her now. She placed her hands on her hips, while cocking her head slightly, keeping score of everything McMahon has said so far.
"Not yet, she only said this earlier today, and in all honesty Trish I cannot think of a better woman to… not exactly replace Chyna, but to carry the Women's title after her departure with prestige, other than you." Vince declared with a vivid smile, one which the Toronto native knew to be of confidence and certainty. With the knowledge that the owner of the company had that much trust in her now, to be able and carry on the Divas with her being the new guaranteed Women's Champion made her heart flutter with delight, perhaps that distasteful affair she had with him did pay off after all.
"So, if you can convince her to drop the title to you, not only will you have and be awarded the Women's title belt, but I'd owe you a considerable amount." McMahon ended with a grin while making his infamous facial expressions whenever he was at the mercy of Trish's womanly ways during their raunchy storyline or even when they had their usual fun in his office, not that they did nowadays.
The former T&A manager became perplexed, looking down and thought about it for a moment, she had to weigh her options here. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, one which could really change the trajectory of her career in the WWF. But then again, what if she wasn't able to sway Laurer to do the right thing, what if the whole thing backfired and blew up in Trish's face? She sure as hell didn't want to find out the type of consequences Mr. McMahon had up his sleeve if she turns up unsuccessful in her quest. But then, when she looked at it in retrospect, what exactly did she have to lose? All she had to do was persuade Joanie, just formally talk her into doing the right thing. By looking at it in that light, she felt a calm aura suddenly surrounding her as a sign of good things to come with time.
She perked up before looking back at her employer, with a new beam of aspiration on her face "Sure Vince! I'll give it my best," The Toronto beauty answered with positivity in her soft voice.
Vince smiled back at her, "Great, remember this is important to both your career here in the World Wrestling Federation, and the stability of the company itself. Please convince her…..BY ANY means necessary..." Making sure to emphasize that last part home, much to the awareness of the cover girl of the new 'Divas in Hedonism' home video release. And so with that having been said Mr. McMahon left Trish's locker room, shutting the steel door ever so slightly so as to not make a scene as he left down the hallway.
The Toronto beauty then packed up all of her belongings, having just had this revaluation she knew she couldn't pass up an opportunity of this magnitude. She was tired of having to work these meaningless 2 minute slop fest of matches which were no doubt only on the card because the fans wanted to see the Divas in their bra and panties and chat the ever degrading 'WE WANT PUPPIES!'. Well Trish was fed up with it all; she was sick and tired of being treated like a dumb bimbo with no purpose, indefinitely displeased with being treated like a piece of meat for the audience and the people in the back. This was the chance she's been seeking for the past year or so, ever since stepping foot into this now publicly traded company. To climb to the top of this business and be crowned the WWF Women's title to solidify that she's done it, but she wasn't doing this just for herself either.
Her friends, family, people who she had worked with in the fitness world all believed in her when she made the choice to jump from fitness modeling to becoming a professional wrestler. And to think that none of this was her original plan, if it weren't for the professors in York University, the institution she was attending, going on strike in 1997, she would've been able to complete her pre-med courses, thus getting her last few credits, receive her kinesiology degree and potentially have gone to Med school to become a doctor and help people around the world with her knowledge and goodwill as she had always wanted to make a positive and good impact to the world around her. However life works in mysterious ways and fate as it turned out had chosen a different path for her, one that she never thought would have even been possible in a million years, yet a simple job as a receptionist at a local gym was all that was needed to change her life, forever.
If becoming Canada's most renowned fitness model in Robert Kennedy's MuscleMag International wasn't enough to justify for the strike her university had, being approached to do work for wrestling radio shows in Toronto most definitely did. Getting offered multiple contracts to vast wrestling promotions was the icing on the cake as the demand for her was at an all time high. Trish always had a deep passionate love for wrestling as a child, she remembers the first time she saw Hulk Hogan on television and her whole world was turned upside down. The diminutive blonde beauty has since then been a fan for as long as she can remember. From that day forward she knew she was a Hulkamaniac, and it was this devotion for what she saw on T.V. which manifested into appreciation for the business.
If it wasn't for her older cousins who were already obsessed with the product beforehand, she doesn't know if she'd be where she was today. Matter of fact, it was them who constantly invited her over for playdates where she'd develop a tomboy-like persona and constantly work on moves with them, just for the fun of it and because they loved grappling equally as much. In fact, it was her cousin who also introduced her to her boyfriend who's been her rock since highschool, Ron Fisico. He too was a major supporter of her decision to get into the business and ever since meeting each other outside of school they quickly developed a friendship which then blossomed into a loving relationship once the two of them found themselves in the same highschool. The two soon became inseparable as they were highschool sweethearts and had since then held on to a strong relationship, one built on trust, commitment, and above all else, unconditional love.
Both her and Ron would travel to Florida on multiple occasions to watch the now bought and acquired World Championship Wrestling promotion and discuss their infatuation with the squared circle. Heck, they knew wrestling was in such a booming period, with the rise of a more rebellious and edgy product, all of which reflected the nature of the late 90's. The show has since evolved much from the cartoon, super hero like persona of Hulk Hogan among others into much more adult oriented programs such as the NWO, D-Generation X and of course Austin 3:16.
This all led to the inevitable which became the buxom blonde's ticket into the World Wrestling Federation, where she signed a multi year contract with stipulations that she'd have to adhere to. One of them was to get implants large enough so that her breasts would give the appearance of trying to pop their heads out of the tops she wore, not that she minded getting them. After all, she already had the body to back it up, spending a little money on herself wouldn't hurt, when push comes to shove, it ended up being an investment which would have a significant amount of benefit returns. Particularly having the power to mesmerize the wrestling crowd and even the wrestlers as well and who could blame her? She did have a killer rack as a result and there was no denying the carefully handy work her surgeon did on her now impressive blossom.
Hell it made Ron happier as he spent the last few weeks before she officially left on the road having rowdy amounts of sex with her. Though MuscleMag's crown jewel didn't mind it as they were together, there were times where Trish did question her boyfriend's antics and motives as he selfishly rammed his member into her maple leaf, which if she was completely honest was average size at most. Selfishly because more times than not he came way sooner than she ever did and always left her wanting more, without letting her cum with him as his mediocre size cock would have gone limp by that point. Shrinkage would take place as it got back to its even more punier measurements and left her on his best days, in an acceptable puddle of creampie. This always left the bodacious Canadian in a state of pre-orgasm, one which she didn't like one bit and it did make her ask if being entirely faithful to her boyfriend was entirely worth it or not.
Because of this endurance problem her highschool sweetheart seemed to have Trish never got to experiment certain things with him that she's always wanted to try which left open a curiosity that has been burning inside of her since. From titty fucking which would've no doubt completely devour his dick between her impressive jugs and left him creaming right on the spot, to something completely new such as anal sex. This was something that had always left Status wondering what it would've felt like taking it up her tight backdoor just for the hell of it and because her fellow friend and fitness model for MuscleMag, Stacey Lynn has had it done to herself and gave such great reviews about the experience, which only made Trish want to try it out that much more.
But Ron never seemed to go through with any of it, no matter how much the bosomy blonde ragged him on about it. One time she came forth and asked him directly about it, even making sure to offer him supplements to help his dilemma, yet his response was for a lack of better words, anticlimactic and nothing short of a disappointment. It came to the point where she began to question their sex life and if they'd even be able to have kids with the incompatible amounts orgasms they've had and the lack of seman and sperm he's been able to produce from climaxing. Never once had they cummed together and it left Trish wondering, should she explore her options outside of her boyfriend?
Perhaps it wasn't something someone who's in a caring relationship should ask but seeing that she was debuting in a business filled with oiled up, muscular guys and sexy women, maybe she should try and experience new things. Besides, it's not like he needed to know her every move, heck they've been together for this long, a little sexual awakening couldn't hurt them. Thus after her VISA finally came through, she made the decision of crossing into the United States without anyone except the plane WWF assigned for her by the head of talent relations Jim Ross, as she prepared herself for her much anticipated debut on Sunday Night Heat.
Funny enough, first impressions are always the most important and this proved to be the case in any scenario Trish came across. Whether it was during her official meeting with J.R. where she put on her best face and attitude, something that the man with Bell's palsy immediately took note of, or when she arrived at the Nassau Coliseum arena hours before the show to get familiar with everything and everyone. This was an unfortunate reality the moment she showed her face around the backstage area, many of the superstars and Divas alike didn't give her the most welcome as the majority of the locker room immediately shadowed her, whether it was the guys or girls.
Naturally this left her a bit upset on the inside and even perplexed as to why everyone was so unwelcoming. It wasn't until she ran into and met the recently signed Spanish ring announcer Lilian Garcia that she made her first friend in the business, someone who at the time was the only person that welcomed her with open arms. From that point forward they bonded, became each other's biggest supporter, and even rode together for the first few months with Trish. The two of them became really close, so close in fact that there were a few occasions where they held hands publicly much to the dismay and questioning looks of their co-workers, and even shared a kiss which might've been what sparked Trish's curiosity even further for the opposite sex. It was almost as if the 1999 movie "But I'm a Cheerleader" became a reality.
Heck back when she was full time under MuscleMag there were a lot of fellow models who already had Trish thinking about just that, and Lilian was the person who pushed the envelope that much further for her to see and feel that. One night the two headed out for a club with hands together once more and had the time of their lives dancing to the music, taking a few drinks and eventually heading back to a hotel room for the night. With the alcohol still in their system, one thing led to another and before she knew it Trish had her first ever lesbian experience with another women, something which she never became aware of until the next morning when she found herself completely naked under bedsheets next to her good friend who was equally nude.
Despite not having a great memory of the previous night Trish knew it was perhaps the best sex she's ever had, far better than what Ron could have ever provide for her. And that's when the guilt began to set in, she just had sex with someone else behind his back… she broke their childhood promise of always being together to the end and no matter what, to be eternally faithful…. She's a cheater! But then again, did he really need to know about this? Besides it was with a woman, a good friend of hers in that of Lilian and it was bound to happen with the way she's been, sexually frustrated and all.
The way Trish saw it, she was only satisfying her needs, needs which he clearly couldn't appease towards her and get the job done to make her cum. And so from that day on, Trish and Lilian kept a close contact, too close in-fact that most of the superstars and divas began to question what was the deal with them, particularly why they always seemed to be so buddy-buddy to each other. It almost seems as if they were more than friends but that never really came to forwishen after that night, and to be quite honest it was probably for the best.
Anyhow back to the debut night, Trish had told Garcia that she was debuting in a couple of hours but she didn't have an attire to really wear tonight. This caused the Madrid native to panic and immediately took Trish down to the nearest mall area and bought her all types of cowboy hats and long duster jackets. The scene was chaotic, not because the lines were full, rather because they were short on the most precious commodity, time. Thankfully the two blondes made it back to the arena with thirty minutes left to spare, just enough for the Canadian to get the basics down and get all of her mannerisms to a tee.
Before Trish knew it, her debut soon came and just like she expected the crowd was making googly eyes and cat calling her. Despite the matches going on as she looked from the stage, it appeared that she quite literally stole the show as not only was the audience fixated on her, so were the camera men and the commentators. This happened for both times the small blonde bombshell came out when she scouted for her new co-workers/ team to manage, that being Andrew Martin 'Test' the 6'6 giant from her hometown city of Toronto, Trish knew the two of them would get along with that common attribute they shared, however this was far from the truth as she later learned how much of a pain in the ass he could be.
Then there was the much softer but definitely not less intimidating Prince Albert who's name was Matt Bloom. The hairy 6'8 monster had the exterior of a man who would pimple anyone in the brass ring, but on the inside Trish found out just how much of a sweetheart and caring he actually was. Heck it was almost as if the two guys coming together was a match made in heaven as they completed each other. And so they formed a formidable tag team, T&A, a gag which the crowd picked up on and the WWF did on purpose to make suggestive remarks about Stratus' tits and ass. This was something she did not like one bit but, to be in this business you have to make sacrifices, even if it meant putting your sensuality and decency aside for the purpose of having a character who was the epitome of a slut who was willing to do just about anything to reach the top of the World Wrestling Federation.
Trish went along with it however, she figured as time went along the audience would soon learn to respect her as she began to get more involved in the matches but that didn't seem to be the case as the males kept chanting 'WE WANT PUPPIES!' which she hated so damn much. Her first major storyline with the Dudley Boys was based around her sex appeal, as such the company had her do these risqué vintages and segments around tables, which again she didn't mind, if only she knew the crowd wasn't cheering for her because of her mammary glads and buttocks. Although at the height and arguably the climax of the storyline she did get a huge fan reception when Bubba Ray Dudley put her through a table at Backlash 2000. Wanting it to seem more realistic she made sure to ask Bubba to not protect her and let the blonde princess take all of the impact, sure she might've somewhat regretted it when the excruciating pain began to settle in as she was left on a stretcher after the match ended, but on the other she proved that she wasn't just a pretty face and that she could also hang with the boys and take the necessary bumps.
The next storyline she had was her first female rivalry with the high flyer and risk taker Lita, who wasn't too fond of Trish when she first came as Amy worked her ass of to get to the position she was in, having the background to support that from having gone to Mexico and learn about the lucha style over there to being in ECW before getting a contract in the WWF. But all this blonde model had to do was flash her money makers and she gets a push just like that? Because of this Lita didn't take Trish lightly and almost on purpose pushed her weight around with the Toronto beauty whenever they got in the ring. Heck Dumas stiffed the hell out of the blonde fox in their first ever 'Street Fight' and was intent on stripping the weaker inexperienced woman to humiliate Stratus in front of the world.
And while both women traded victories and defeats back and forward on screen, there were times where that may have also transpired in the back when the cameras were turned off. Yes, while the two were not the best of friends, there were many times where Amy had gotten Patricia to herself and made her clean her ass juices off her strap-on more times and then she could count. Trish and Lita had been at each other's throats since they came to the WWF, heck when Lita found out that her and Lilian were spittin' with each other she became even more angst in wanting to tear this new blonde apart, becoming completely fixated on her assets. But the truth was that was all just just sexual tension, sexual tension which had been broken only at the night after their storyline together had just begun. One thing had led to another in the locker-room and the two WWF Divas had finally made passionate love to each other.
Contrary to Lilian's more soft and novel way of having lesbian sex with, Amy was much more aggressive yet tender at the right conceivable moments. Heck, there were nights where Lita was already packing before the shows and kept her strap-on underneath the jeans and cargo pants she usually wore to the arena. Despite the noticeable bulge she carried around while being with the other Divas or the Hardy Boyz for that matter, the ECW original wouldn't care as it only made her feel and asserted her dominance as the one who wore the pants in her fuck sessions with the petite blonde. On those faithful nights she made Trish give her blow jobs, get in a doggie position to tease that wilting maple leaf, and perhaps her favorite, on her back with nowhere to go. Amy would just fuck her emotions away as she taught the Canadian who exactly ran the place, at least who ran the women side of things.
Naturally when the storyline came to a formidable end, Lita was a fair woman and allowed Trish to go on and move on with her life in the World Wrestling Federation, as long as she knew her place on the card and who the dominant female was. Never once did Andrew or Matt become aware of this or these events as Trish had always kept those things to herself although the thought of such things always humored the two large men. They had tried to get her to participate in a threesome at one point, but Albert was a gentleman and didn't want to force Stratus to do anything she didn't want. Test however had other plans, but those never became a reality as his valet had begun managing another man since May of that year.
Sean Morley the wrestler who had the ex: pornstar gimmick became Trish's newest prospect and she was fully behind him by the time he became the Intercontinental Champion thanks to her and a little help from Tazz's interference. During her feud with Amy and the Hardy Boyz, Val Venis also had a rivalry with Rikishi who was hell bent on getting his title back. Those attempts however were all for not as they all came up unsuccessful. Even in a brutal steel cage match at Fully Loaded 2000 Val with the help of Trish was able to retain the championship despite Lita getting revenge by removing her black top and smacking her toned back with a leather belt all the way to the gorilla position. Things that night got even more heated as once the two women made it to the back, they engaged in another rowdy lesbain sex session with Amy once again teaching the Canadian beauty a lesson.
Because of Sean's winning streak as champion, it eventually led to another storyline. Which like all things lead to Trish's next program with Val Venis against Eddie Guerrero and the woman she's attempting to speak to, the 9th Wonder of the World, Chyna….. The only time she really spoke to Laurer was that one time they and Miss Kitty ventured onto a beach to film that year's SummerSlam commercial, which involved the three of them to be in bikinis and talk in front of a camera while looking down at a presumed guy. It was truly amazing what technology could do, but not as amazing as the bonafide body Chyna had that day… Trish despite being equally clad in a purple bikini of her own, she couldn't help but feel her pussy get slightly damp in her thong at the sight of the Amazonian-like women… it didn't help that she was standing to her right for that whole day, trying to get the commercial down right…. The small talk she did have with her was such a blur as Stratus was lost in the unparalleled beauty Joanie had and gave off…..
Reminiscing on the past was great and all for the petite blonde, but she's been sitting in her chair for the past few minutes or so and only now did she snap out of her deep questionable thoughts and remembering her objective. "Shit, I'm running late," Trish said, now in a rush. Grabbing her gym bag she slung the slash over her head and made her way towards the door, closing it as she made her way down the hallway. Because it was after hours just about everyone had left by that point, and so it didn't take long for her to exit the venue and search for her rental car, a white 2000 Ford Taurus. Luckily for her the bright paint job made it easy for her to locate the vehicle as she made her way to it.
Standing there next to the Ford made vehicle she fiddled in her front pocket, grabbing for the keys that were snug in there, the busty blonde inserted the primary key and opened the driver side door, sitting on the comfy beige colored leather seats and set her gym bag on the passenger side. Turning the ignition on as Stratus planned to make her way to the hotel she was staying at, she decided to pull out her flip phone and call Joanie's mobile as she let the car heat its motor and internals up. As luck would have it she got Laurer's voicemail as it came on speed dial,
Hi, this is Joanie Laurer, I'm currently engaged at the moment, but please leave a message after the beep *beeeeeeeeeeeep* Trish then left the soon to be departing champion a message with a cheerful voice that would make any man melt.
"Hi Joanie, it's the Queen of Stratusfaction here! Ummmhh so listen, Vince has told me about your little alternative proposition to not refusing to drop the Women's title. Listen, if you get this message, please call me… so we can arrange a time and place to meet, whatcha say, eh? Bye Chy!" And with that, Stratus hung up, shutting her cell phone by engulfing it in her clasped hand and shoving it in her back pocket.
Trish then looked at her car's gauges and saw that although the temperature of her coolant was just fine, the gasoline tank, not so much. Annoyingly she sighed and put the gear lever in reverse, carefully backing away from her parking space before putting it in drive and getting on the main road. She hoped the Ford had enough petrol to make it to where she needed to be at.
As she approached the first intersection, the young beauty from Toronto couldn't help but let her mind wander off and think back to her singles match with the 9th Wonder of the World from a few weeks ago; the one time she faced the two hundred pound champion of pure muscle and was left in utter astonishment as she admired the entrance and the confidence Joanie oozed. Trish remembers how despite the match not even lasting past five minutes and getting absolutely buried, she was truly honored to have faced 'the' Chyna one on one in the ring, even if it was at her own expense. Now she would have to prove to Laurer that she's since grown both mentally and physically, that she was ready to become the next World Wrestling Federation Women's Champion.
Suddenly Trish was startled as a honk from behind brought her back to reality. Noticing in her rear view mirror that she was holding up a whole line of vehicles and potential angry drivers, she stepped on the pedal and screeched her rear tires as the Ford accelerated past the green light that was just turning yellow, leaving the cars behind her to wait their turn again in pure agony and hatred of the person who just costed them at least a good five to six minutes of waiting for the light to change once more. Looking behind she had a sigh of relief as she once again focused on the road ahead of her, trying her best to not think of anything else but getting to her destination so as to not repeat an incident like that.
In the course of time Trish was able to make it to the hotel she was staying at, along with a few other WWF superstars who had their own rooms. Glancing up from her driver side window she noticed how the building itself was emanating lights from multiple windows, telling her the people staying were still wide awake. Finding a parking space wasn't difficult thanks to the vast amount of slots, however as she began stationing her car, the engine light began flickering making her groan in frustration, "Aghhhhhhh stupid rental cars….." she muttered under her breath as her head banged on the steering wheel once, causing the horn to honk loudly, *HOOONNNKKK* Not wanting to deal with the headache the poorly made Ford vehicle was giving her, she turned the keys and pulled them from the ignition and opened her door. She grabbed her gym bag and locked the car as she made her way to the hotel.
Checking herself in at the lobby, she said her thanks and walked over to the nearby elevator which luckily happened to be free. Smiling as her luck seemed to be turning around for the first time tonight she stepped in and pressed the floor number she was at. As the elevator began moving upwards Trish was once again lost in her thoughts, it had been a while since she's had a meaningful conversation with Ron… perhaps she should try and call him before looking for Joanie. She knew of the hardships they both faced with her being a wrestler on the road three hundred plus days and almost never being home, but it was part of the sacrifice they both committed to their long distance relationship. Besides it more than did it's part of paying for the bills and any accommodation they or her family could want. Making a sly grin she was certain that he would be happy to finally hear from her after all of these weeks of being on T.V. away from him.
Feeling the elevator come to a stop she heard the *DING* and the steel door opened, giving way to the hallway from which her room was at. Huffing the old fashioned styled air around the area she stepped off the elevator and began walking down towards her room, where she pulled out the key card the kind receptionist gave her, swiping it along the steel lock, unlocking it. She opened it and felt relieved to finally be somewhere where she could relax or do whatever, however her excitement rose when she pulled out her phone and called her boyfriend in sheer happiness. As the phone rang in her ear she dropped off her gym bag in her bedroom, practically squirming in her boots as this was the first time her and Ron would speak to each other since the whole McMahon affair storyline began. Trish had such a gullible smile on her face, one could confuse her for a kid who was at a candy shop.
However the phone didn't pick up, going to voicemail immediately, Hey it's Ron Fisico, I'm sorry I can't make it to the phone right now, but please leave a message after the tone, do with that as you will *beeeeeeeeeeeep*
This made Trish's heart sink a little, this was the first time her boyfriend hadn't responded to her calls. She figured he must've been busy but it was 10 PM sharp, and she knew he wasn't working nor sleeping…. What in the Canuck could he be doing to not answer her call?! Getting a little anxious, the petite blonde sat down on the side of her bed and dialed again, in hopes her first attempt was a fluke and that he was perhaps in the bathroom away from his phone. However, as the call rang, and ranged even further she began getting uneasy about the whole thing before the same voicemail came up.
Now getting a little frustrated she dialed the registration one more time, this being the last chance she was giving him to pick up his damn cell or else she was done trying to contact him. Unfortunately for her the third call also went to voicemail, feeling that her plan was balked.
She closed her hazel eyes and gritted her pearl white teeth before leaving him a message he sure wouldn't forget, "Hey there Ron, why don't you try and picking up your damn phone for once you jerk?! Yeah I know I've been busy recently and all but that didn't give you an excuse to ignore me…. So take this with a grain of salt and think about it real good because quite frankly I could have anyone I want in this world at the snap of my fingertips… but I've made a commitment… a promise to you that I would always remain faithful to you no matter what. So think about that long and hard before you even think of calling me, you asshole!" Trish yelled before shutting her phone close, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as a single tear drop ran down against her bronze colored cheek.
Patricia knew she was perhaps overthinking it or exaggerating but bearing in mind all the sacrifices she's done, not only for them but for her family who never got to see her since being signed to this business. She couldn't help but let a few tears fall down her beautiful face as the stresses of being on the road almost 300 days a year began to tear her down mentally.
Trish knew her family understood the sacrifices as they always left her messages each and every day in wishing her luck at work, heck even her cousins who she used to wrestle with as kids would contact her. But if Ron was the man she knew he was, he must've understood her sacrifices and the reasons for a lack of contact with him. Yet she couldn't help but leave him that message which was built upon pent up frustration and anger for not only his ignorance but their long distance relationship which had been hard to maintain since. This one incident tonight made her think once again, was it really worth keeping that promise she made him? After all she had already technically broken that promise a multitude of times with Lilian and Amy. What exactly was stopping her from heading down to the local bar and hooking up with a guy or girl that would treat her like the woman she was and deserved?
Rubbing her fingers and wrist against her eyes she wiped the tears off her face before getting up and putting the phone away in her jeans. As her mental state began to clear itself she suddenly remembered her objective, she needed to look for Chyna! Getting caught up with Ron, his nonsense, and her highschool romance feelings made her forget that she was supposed to meet with the 9th Wonder of the World.
Smearing her arm against her eyes once more she told herself that she needed to be strong and do this for the company. She wanted to be Women's Champion, and perhaps then Ron would actually try and call her for once and be a sick puppy like all of the guys who catcall her at the arenas she was at. The thought of that alone made the small blonde chuckle, her emotions getting back in check. Grabbing her long leather trench coat from her gym bag, she slid it on before heading out the door. Knowing that guys would be drawn more towards her body if she wasn't wearing something to cover her curves, she figured this lengthy leather coat she wore at the UPN All-Star Winter Press Tour in Los Angeles earlier this year would do to conceal that.
Closing the door to her room she turned on her heels and walked towards the same elevator down the hallway. When it opened, it wasn't empty as a guy who was at least 6 foot in height stood there with a dead facial expression until his eyes locked on to the gorgeous women in front of him. He gave a sly smile as he made room for her to get in, much to Trish's dismay as the man was giving her all types of warnings to go off in her head. Nevertheless she got in since she was on a mission, one that she was gonna get the job done, no matter what obstacles stood in her way. As the elevator's doors shut she walked on over to the control panel and pushed on the button for the lobby floor, as she did the man in question broke the awkward silence.
"Hey…. Aren't you Trish Stratus from the WWF?" The mysterious person asked, observing the golden locks from the Canadian's head, he recognized that hair anywhere. Trish heard him say her name and sighed. Deciding to play along, just until the elevator opened its doors again she responded to him with a fake cheerful voice she did whenever she didn't want to be disturbed.
"Actually yes, are you a wrestling fan by any chance?" The young man grinned and wasn't hesitant to reply back.
"Oh heck yes I am! I'd always tune it for RAW IS WAR or UPN Smackdown, what you guys do on there is beyond incredible!" Stratus couldn't help but let out a small smile, despite the awkward situation this man seemed to be a young boy at heart. Having confidence she turned around and asked him a simple question.
"Really? Well I appreciate that, and ummmhhh what do you think about the women matches?" If the man made an educated answer Trish figured he was alright and might even give him an autograph while she was at it, however that was far from being the case as the tall man made a dog toothy like grin.
"The Divas? Ohhh yeah they're probably my favorite part of the show honestly. I just love it when you guys fight in the ring and your tits are hanging out from your tight tops, or whenever your thong gets visible while in a submission hold!" The man in question exclaimed excitedly. Trish's smirk dispersed soon as she heard that and it for sure didn't come back with what she heard next.
"As a matter of fact, you're my favorite diva Trish! I've always fantasized seeing you in your bra and panties, you were always such a cock tease! Sometimes I can't help but thank Lita for stripping you in that one bra and panties match last year!" He said with the same amount of energy. At this point the small blonde felt pretty uncomfortable being alone in the elevator with this man, so much that she wrapped her trench coat tightly around the front of her body, trying to not give this horndog much to fantasize about. She turned on her heels back and looked at the steel door informing her, in much anticipation for the doors to open at any moment. However that's when she then felt a grubby hand feel up her leather covered backside without her consent, making her shudder in her own coat.
"You know….. I've always wondered what you'd look like naked as well….. you should've done PlayBoy like Sable and Chyna did….. man the WWF is missing out big time by not having you as one of those girls. I mean they're sexy and all, but you're got the right amount of meat and thickness to ya Trish… and to be honest I'd buy it off the newsstands the second if it ever came out," He said with a rather hungry tone, Stratus was getting really uncomfortable with the inappropriate talk and physical contact, at this point she knew if the doors didn't open soon, she'd be forced to do something she didn't want to do.
"Hell…. I've also wondered how good you are at giving blow jobs, someone with big tities like yourself, surely must've given the guys in the locker room their fair share of Stratusfaction huh?" He said as he began to snake his hand across her waist and head south. That's when Trish finally had it, she turned around and gave the man a slap that would've put the one she gave Vince McMahon at WrestleMania 17 earlier this year to shame *SMACK* The tall mysterious man suddenly fell to the floor in complete shock as she saw the expression of the diva how he always dreamed of sleeping with him. She was eying him with daggers in her hazel colored eyes before telling him one simple thing,"
"You sexist pig! As if! You know I thought you were okay at first but now I know you're nothing but a disgusting chauvinist who thought he could get a blow job from any woman on an elevator? Well you thought wrong!" She exclaimed in a tone she didn't even think she had within her. As if on què, the elevator finally opened and Trish in such relief swung her hair as she made a break for the lobby. The man on the floor was in too much shock after the scolding he just faced to get up, so much that the elevator's stainless steel doors closed again, trapping him for another ride upwards.
After an encounter like that Trish wasn't sure if she could trust any man, they all seemed to be one dimensional pigs with one thing on their minds, to fuck. Hell, that seemed to be all Ron wanted out of her the last few days before she left Toronto, to selfishly get his pleasure at her body's tense expense. She was begging to question if the people from her own sex were the same way or if they're more caring and loving to their respective partners. Given her past experiences with Garcia and Dumas, both of which were a complete opposite, she knew the answer.
Not wanting to think about that topic any longer she exited the hotel and walked down the sidewalk, thanking herself for deciding to wear this warm leather trench coat as it was pretty chilly tonight. Seeing a nearby bar across the street, the blonde Canadian figured letting herself have a little fun wouldn't hurt. She then crossed the intersection as soon as the red lights came on and made her way inside the building.
As she entered the bar she noticed how busy the place was, music, the vast amount of people there dancing, just about anything you would expect, activity wise to see from a regular old bar. Feeling the need to loosen up a bit, Trish made her way to the bar area and sat on one of the free stools. There she sat, elbows on the bar, face down thinking and contemplating about how she was going to track down Joanie since the Playboy cover girl never responded to her message or call.
Yet, by mere coincidence perhaps, Chyna was also walking on the sidewalk near the bar building, the sound of her silver gladiator heels echoed with each step she took. The past few weeks had been pretty hard on her both physically and emotionally, finding out that her long term boyfriend and fellow wrestler Paul Levesque, or as many people know him as Triple H, had been cheating on her with the boss' daughter, had really thrown her world upside down. So much that it's the reason why she requested for her departure in such an untimely manner. Not wanting to deal with any of her fellow superstars questioning her for leaving, she decided to pretty much ghost herself from the rest.
It became almost damn near impossible for anyone to get a hold of Joanie. The only time remotely being when Vince called her in, not questioning her motives for leaving the company at the peak of her career, although she had a feeling he already knew the real reason why. Instead he asked her what was going to happen to her Women's title after she left the company since she didn't want to put over any of the girls at her last PPV, Judgment Day. Wanting for him to leave her alone she gave him a simple ultimatum, if one of the Divas could prove to her that they deserve to be the WWF Women's Champion, she'll gladly show up for the PPV, win it and drop the title to whomever convinces her otherwise.
Truth be told she didn't think any of the Divas had the guts to confront her about the offer she made. And if one did, she expected it to be a well respected veteran like Jacqueline or Ivory, or her opponent this Sunday, Lita, since the high flyer has been getting really over with the crowd as of recent. However, the one diva who did reach out to her wasn't one on her radar, in-fact, it was perhaps the last person she expected to be championship material, Trish Stratus.
Chyna didn't have anything against the Toronto native, Trish was beautiful no doubt, came from a fitness background similar to Joanie's of body building, heck when it came down to it the two were more alike than she liked to think. However, the mere image of the woman whose first role in the company was to be a valet for a team called T which no doubt was a double sided term for Test and Albert, and tits and ass, both of which Trish had a lot off. Her being the new Women's Champion when Chyna left made Laurer laugh. Again nothing against Stratus but how was that supposed to be a believable transaction? The thought alone of losing to Lita fair and square was at least believable due to the Fort Lauderdale's lucha background, but for Trish, the former fitness model to pin the 9th Wonder of the World? That was as believable and chance of happening as Satan crucifying Vince McMahon infront of his family while being burnt alive.
Because of this Joanie did not respond to her fellow diva's message as she thought it would only be a waste of time for both of them. Instead deciding to take a stroll in the cold night, not at all caring how scandalous or slutty her outfit seemed to be as she was focused on having a great time at this bar she heard great reviews about. The small breeze of wind danced with the long curly raven hair of hers, making her somewhat regret not bringing a jacket or coat of some kind, but that wasn't going to matter as much in a few moments as Chyna made it to the bar's entrance and walked in without second thoughts .
Looking around the bar's atmosphere immediately brought a wide grin to Joanie's face. From the sight of the people dancing with one another, to the music playing on the speakers, this is truly what she needed after these last few stressful weeks. Feeling her throat a little parched, she walked on over to the bar area where a few people were hanging out, however she couldn't help but notice one of them that stood out from the rest. Taking a closer look she recognized those blonde locks anywhere, taking closer steps Laurer admired this woman's side profile and straight away knew who it was.
In all honesty the last person Chyna thought she'd see at a bar was Trish, simply because the Canadian beauty was always busy, whether that was staying late or coming in early to the shows and practice in the ring, or doing her own thing. Well now that she was here Joanie couldn't just walk on out of here and pretend she didn't see her, Laurer thought she'd might as well give this proposal a go, even if it isn't with the person who she deemed to be worthy of the title. Taking a deep breath, it wasn't long before the person Trish had tried to contact walked over and sat down on the free stool next to her.
"Hey, I got your message, is it okay if we chat now?" Joanie asked, not wanting to interrupt or disturb the petite blonde's free time. She didn't want to come off as if she was staking Trish because again, what were the odds that both of them would wind up in a place like this together?
The busty blonde's ears perked up and her face got splattered with a cheeky grin, 'it couldn't be Joanie….. could it?' Slowly lifting and turning her head, she was taken aback by the raw beauty of the 9th Wonder of the World. She was wearing a flush pink work shirt, tied from the bottom completely exposing those hard washboard abs and unbuttoned three buttons down, exposing a substantial amount of cleavage which almost had Stratus in a trance. She had never seen Chyna's Playboy as she respected every woman in the locker room and their privacy, however admittedly she was always blown away by the size of the Playboy cover girl's bosom.
As those hazel eyes were locked on to Joanie's impressive chest, the Toronto native saw the American flag keychain that hung from her heck, situated right between those large breasts, additionally there also seemed to be two smaller chains that Laurer was wearing. One with the letter 'J' and a smaller one with the Playboy bunny icon. Trish would be lying to herself if she didn't say that Chyna looked good tonight, heck she looked marvelous. Snapping out of her daze she looked right into the other woman's blue eyes and answered.
"Sure!" Trish smiles cheerfully at the tall Amazonian-like beauty, "But first, I gotta be the one to ask, do you want a drink eh?" Patricia said as her Canadian accent was thickly heard and picked up by the larger woman. Chyna smiled, "Actually, I'd love one, there's only so many hours of a photoshoot that I can take before I need a good, stiff drink,"
Stratus couldn't help but chuckle at that, how she knew exactly what Joanie meant given her past as MuscleMag's top fitness model for two years in a row, something which she was proud of to this day.
"Yeah, I know all about that, trust me," Trish replied rather coolly. She couldn't help but be happy by simply looking into Laurer's blue eyes, they were so beautiful and full of life. The buxom blonde's hazel eyes looked down for a second, examining the rest of the larger women's attire, her usual skin showing muscular legs clad in a pair of dark blue jeans which looked phenomenal on Chyna. The former fitness model also took notice of the black leather belt she was wearing and the rectangular silver and pink rhinestone buckle which matched the flush pink work shirt.
After checking her out Stratus' eyes went back to Joanie's and the two ordered their drinks for the time being.
And so the two of them had a few shots, the good first couple of minutes eventually became a good ninety minutes of talking and laughing. They were both becoming a little tipsy with each minute gone by. Joanie glanced down at her silver watch, only just seeing how much time had gone by, "Oh christ, I have to get to bed!" She exclaimed slightly merrily, "I've got another photoshoot at 6 AM tomorrow!"
Hearing this Trish put her shot glass down and glanced down at her own gold Rolex watch, she couldn't believe what time it was, then again she lost track of time because of how much enjoyment she was having with the current WWF Women's Champion. She didn't know how fun Joanie could be since she always kept to herself and hardly spoke to any of the Divas. Stratus guessed all the larger woman needed was a girlfriend to talk to and to loosen up a little with a few drinks. In the state she was currently in, her logical senses weren't firing on all cylinders.
The former D'Generation X member got off the stool and started to walk away until Trish gripped her arm tightly from behind.
"Hold on, we've spent all this time chatting and yet, we haven't talked about the reason I wanted us to meet," The multi fitness cover girl said with the sudden realization of the time they have partly wasted, and then not wasted at the same time. "Besides….. you never said goodbye…" Stratus stated in a somewhat heartfelt manner. Launer detected the somber undertone in the short blonde's voice, feeling a little guilt creep up, she responded.
"Well, we could always wait until tomorrow… Or, if you want it…. We could always go up to my hotel room and continue our conversation up there" Joanie suggested and offered to which Trish obliged. It was early Tuesday morning and the plane for the next UPN Smackdown house show didn't leave until later that night. Because of these factors she graciously accepted Launer's offer and the two exited the bar, walking down the sidewalk for a good 20 minutes before arriving at the motel Joanie was staying at.
Trish was astonished at the place where Chyna was staying overnight, compared to her hotel sweet this place was a run in the mill night rest stop that truckers or people in a rush of an emergency would stay at. The giant neon sign advertising the place read 'Free Internet and Pool!' 'Oh great….' The Canadian beauty thought. Why would Joanie stay at a place like this, of all the hotels and places around the area, why this run down motel that clearly hasn't been serviced or been checked in years? All of these thoughts ran rampant through her head as they began walking up the stone steps along the side of the building, no doubt heading to Laurer's room as the Playboy cover girl led the way.
One good thing did come from climbing these flights of stairs however, that being the view Trish got of the 9th Wonder of the World's jean-clad ass. The way each step made her muscular shaped butt expand outwards had the former valet in a heaving gasp. Stratus in her sober self wasn't into women, at least…. not entirely, add the fact that Ron didn't answer her calls, the creep that tried to take advantage of her in the elevator, and the alcohol in her system, she wasn't really sure what her preference was anymore. Yet, that didn't mean she couldn't admire and appreciate another woman's hard work, after all she used to work with tons of toned out females just like Joanie when she was still working for Rob Kennedy's MuscleMag full time.
As they got on the second floor balcony, Chyna reached in her front pocket for the room keys, with her slowing down each step as she turned to a door with the number 69 on it. Trish saw this and came to a halt herself as the bigger woman inserted the clinging keys and turned the lock. Feeling the breeze once more the hot blonde snuggled in her trench coat just when Joanie opened the wooden door and made her way inside.
"Well aren't you gonna come too hun?" Laurer asked with a cheeky smile, Stratus shivered and simply nodded her head, making her way inside, and Chyna smirked, closing the door right behind and locking it with both the chain and lock itself. Setting the keys down by the desk nearby, she graciously brushes her fingers through her long raven locks and observes as the smaller of the two examines her 'home away from home'.
Perhaps it is because she grew up in the suburbs in Toronto, Richmond Hill to be exact, but never before had Trish ever seen or been in such a low bargain end place before. The wall paper seemed to be peeling off in a few corners of the living room, revealing the previous coat of paint the place must've had beforehand. The kitchen had acceptable lightbulb lighting for what it was, but the floor, definitely old fashioned and hadn't been properly cleaned by a mop or cleaner for at least a few years. The rug had a few stains here and there, although that's what she'd expect from a motel like this. Still, the petite woman had no idea why Joanie decided this place was an acceptable place to sleep when it would clearly not pass a health inspector test.
Having had her fun by seeing the expression on Trish's face, Chyna then offered to hang her leather trench coat on the coat rack she had to which Trish obliged. "Here, let me help you out of that leather," Joanie said teasingly as she stood behind the smaller woman.
Stripping ever so slowly out of the heavy duty leather, exposing her midriff abs to Joanie who was enjoying the view. The former body builder then pulled it out of her arms and walked over towards the rack, hanging it. With a wide smile on her face, Chyna then asked the former manager of Test and Albert a question, one which would no doubt determine how the rest of the night would go.
"Do you mind if I change?" The Amazonian woman asked the busty blonde, Trish, who stood motionless by the bedroom door was a little taken off guard by the request, but in the end, she didn't mind. Considering Joanie retorted earlier she had to get to bed anyway. She assumed this was normal and that the 9th Wonder of the World just wanted to get comfortable for the remainder of the night, although admittedly Trish was a little heartbroken to see Joanie's stunning and sexy outfit go away.
"Oh Yeah… go ahead," she answered a little reluctantly. She had to be headstrong and stay on the task Vince gave her, she couldn't let the sight of this big gorgeous woman be enough to distract her from the objective at hand.
Joanie was more than happy with the response and began walking towards the bedroom, where she gave the young Canadian a playful wink as she went in. Trish's heart jumped and quite possibly skipped a beat for a second there, she didn't know why Joanie was having this effect on her but she needed to stand her ground and keep herself focused. The 9th Wonder of the World then entered the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom and left the door ajared just enough so that she could continue her conversation with the woman she pinned at last year's SummerSlam.
"Oh and why don't you go ahead and propose what you wanted about my title," Chyna asked as she took off her silver watch and began to undo the knot on her pink work shirt, to which Stratus began.
"Well, as you know, we need someone to be champion when you're gone. Vince and I both feel that I'd be most qualified to fit that role. After all, I've improved above all the other divas in the locker room, I'm unquestionably marketable, ooze sexiness with undoubtle sex appeal, and competent in the ring." Trish argued confidently as her mind became more at ease now that they were strictly talking business.
Chyna, who was now down to just a white lace bra which held her large breasts in place, and three necklaces around her neck, retorted from her bedroom, "That's all well and good hun, but the problem is you just need to take a look at yourself, then look at me," The Playboy cover girl argued, now reaching behind to unclasped her chest lace material, setting her melons size tits free from their confinement. She smiled as the innocent looking bra fell forward, down her muscular arms as she set it on the sink counter. Joanie then began to take off the chains and necklaces, one by one over her raven hair covered head.
"I'm almost a foot taller than you, I've got well over thirty to forty pounds of muscle on you, and have beaten guys in the ring day in and day out. I'd think it would be insulting to our fan's intelligence to watch you or any of the girls for that matter to beat me clean for the cover, one, two, three." Chyna calmly argued, beginning to fiddle with her rhinestone covered belt buckle.
Trish frowned upon hearing this at the doorway, here she thought the laughs and good time they had down at the bar earlier was going to help her in persuading Joanie, yet here, that didn't seem to be the case. Taking a deep sigh, she explained,
"Vince told me you'd be willing to win at Judgement Day against Amy, or Lita I should say; and then the title would be retired for a few months. And afterwards there would be some type of elimination tournament style match, and the diva you felt worthy of having the title would end up winning it at the elimination match or whatever type of match it was," The Canadian beauty articulately told Joanne. Surely this careful explanation would be enough to win her over…. right?
"That's very true," Mentioned Laurer who was now barefoot and ever so slowly pushing down her jeans, taking the white pair of panties she was wearing down with them as she had the world's tiniest black G string below it. "But, I was thinking of a more legitimate athlete who could fill that bill, Jacquline would make a good substitute. As would that new Molly Holly girl that debuted a few months ago, heck I might even let Lita have it seeing how dedicated and passionate she is for this business. That way I can come back and set up a big return match if I want." Chyna ended rather assuredly. A few more pushes and she stepped out of the pair of jeans and panties that were now laying on the bathroom floor. Kneeling down she grabbed them, setting the denim and underwear combination down, the belt buckle clinking as it hit the sink vanities' surface.
She flashed her pearl white teeth in the mirror, esteemed of the hard work she'd put in at the gym after all of these years. Laurer flexed her right bicep, checking out her muscles in action, sometimes she just didn't understand men. Why were they always attracted to the smaller, blonde, hot fox sex pots like Trish when she's worked her ass off to look as feminine as possible? 'Why couldn't Paul see that? Dammit, why did he have to for that spoiled little brat Stephanie McMahon?' Chyna never fell for Latino Heat when she was working a similar program with him like Hunter was.
Hell, she started in Playboy not only for herself but she wanted to show Paul just how much she's succeeded in the business just as he has, she just wanted him to be proud of her…and more importantly love her…. Snapping out of her negative thoughts, she heard the small blonde outside going on a long tangible rant of why she's deserving of the Women's title. Taking a long breather Joanie gamesomely held her large melons in her hands, giving them a quick squeeze to sooth her mood out. Feeling better, she grabbed a tiny robe that the motel had placed on the shower rack and a brush that happened to be there as well before slipping on the delicate satin material.
Trish, dismissing any other noise that came from the room grew a bit offended by the assessment Joanie had just made, naturally, "Now hold on! I've been working my ass off ever since I debuted as a valet, scouting a match is one of the most important and valuable roles anyone who begins in this business can have. On top of that, I've been coming in early before the shows to practice inside the ring, to get better each and every day to become the best I can be. Vince has seen it, the other girls do too! If you can't, then you're…"
Joanie then walked out of the bathroom she had just changed in, now clad in a tiny white satin robe that made it very much apparent she wasn't wearing any bra of sorts underneath. Additionally, an underwear so small it had to be a G string as strands of her shaved bush could be seen sticking out from the sides of the tiny lingerie she had on. Trish stops her banter suddenly, her mouth hanging just enough for Joanie to notice, pupils enlarging as she was taken aback by the shared beauty of Chyna's Wonder Woman-like bod.
"Hey cool down," Joanie calmly said, making her way towards the king size bed, "I know how hard you've been working to become a better competitor inside the ring and all, but Trish, you've got to understand, you've spent a good portion of your WWF career managing a team with the initials T&A, doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what that actually stands for. Not to mention the non physical angles you've part taken, I don't need to remind you of your latest stint with Vince I'd like to think. It's only been recently had you actually become more of a physical wrestler and not just part of the expression angle per say, EYE CANDY," Joanie commented, making sure to put a lot of emphasize on the last two words as the buxom blonde wasn't only a tease in the ring, but right now with the outfit she's dressed in.
It wasn't until now that Chyna could stop, appreciate, and take in Trish's curvaceous and bodacious body. The leather trench coat the Toronto beauty wore earlier concealed all of her sexy curves and siluet, with it out of the way Joanie took a second to admire her. She found it to be humorous but the black top Trish was sporting had a number 1 imprinted in small jewels, right over her impressive bust line. It was until now that she also noticed Trish had the top tied in a knot in front like she herself did earlier, God that top made the Canadian's breasts appear large in comparison to her tiny frame.
Moving her eyes south Joanie had to suppress a moan as she saw the faded blue jeans Stratus was wearing, they hugged her thighs and backside so good that Chyna swore she would've jumped up from where she was sitting and grabbed that ass from behind just for looking good. Her eyes also took notice of the cute white pearl belt the petite blonde had around her waist. Trish truly was God's gift to men, it was a no-brainer how easily she could cast a spell to anyone that she came across, even Chyna as evident by the look on her face. From those golden locks on her head, to her voluptuous chest and derrière, all the way down to the black boots she had on, even in street clothes Trish truly was a dish.
Mentally slapping herself out of her trance, Chyna put on a face and began stroking her raven hair with the brush. While sitting on the side of the bed, she then offered it to Trish who was looking right at her through the open door.
"Care to do my hair for me?" Laurer insisted, to which Stratus obliged. The smaller woman walked in the bedroom and grabbed the brush from Chyna's sizable hand before sitting down next to the Playboy cover girl. She then ran it down through Joanie's flowing raven colored locks. The Toronto native continued with this as the inner pent up frustration from their conversation got the better of her.
"Yes! But now I'm ready to take the ball and run with it! I've been training day in and day out, and all I need now is an open form where I can show to the world and even you, if you let me, that I'm ready to evolve into an actual competitor," Stratus contended.
Joanie smiled as she loved the feeling of Trish brushing her hair. She also loved how close the two of them were now, not just from a business relationship standpoint, but physically in this moment. Since the whole Paul and Stephanie affair happened, which truth be told was unequivocally the actual reason for Joanie's departure from the company. Chyna had decided that with what Triple H did, and all the other asshole boyfriends she's had in the past, she decided she might try a little of that 'same sex' stuff, thus the attraction she felt when staring at Trish only moments eariler.
After all, people do say, 'nobody can touch a woman like another woman' and Laurer decided to find out if this was indeed true. The only problem being, she was downright nervous about when and where would be an ideal place and time to carry through with this; and finding the right person to help her find out if this was indeed true.
Chyna knew she couldn't just blurt it out, or just say it in an offer or escort type of way. So she decided to mix business with what she hoped would turn out to be pleasure and love. Of course she knew she'd also have to give out a believable reason for her wanting to do this. Joanie took a deep breath and then began her first attempt to get this small busty blonde in bed with her.
"Say Trish… has anybody actually told you the real reason why I decided to leave the WWF?" Joanie asked, crossing hands over her lap as the younger woman continued to brush.
"Hmmm Can't say they have, I don't like to pry into things that are none of my business," Canada's Greatest Export responded, Laurer listening to this decided it was now time to push onwards with the plan.
"You're probably gonna freak out but the truth is that Triple… Paul …has been having an affair with Stephanie for about four or so months now. It's weird I'm telling you this, it must be the alcohol…. I guess it's just that…. Well I always needed a friend to cry to… but with Stephanie and Paul having such a run over the company, I couldn't turn to anyone," she continued, professing her heart out until she got it all out of her system.
Trish didn't know what to say, all the sudden news hit her like a freight train. She knew something was up between Stephanie and Triple H the moment she began working alongside them for the affair storyline with Vince, but having a flat out affair when Hunter and Stephanie knew he was still in a relationship with Joanie? The irony of all this is how Trish was participating in an affair storyline meanwhile a real one was flashing right before her without her connecting the dots and taking full notice until now. So she did what anyone with a heart would do in this situation, she embraced Joanie. She didn't know just how alone she was.
"I've read a few newspapers, who have written articles on it, but I figured they were just shit shifters, meaning people trying to stir trouble and drama," The buxom blonde replied.
"No…" Chyna replied, "The articles are true, and that's the real reason why I'm leaving indefinitely… Although of course say if me and Vince have to face a world filled with interviews and pesky reporters, which I no doubt expect we're both gonna have to face anyway. We're using a cover story about me and the WWF not agreeing to my renewal of contract,"
Trish then pondered this, trying to take all of the new information in one go. "Sooo…. If this Paul and Stephanie thing hadn't come out, or you had not found out about it… you'd be staying?" Joanie nodded her head, Trish bewildered by the response continued with her ransom.
"Will you ever come back?" Patricia then asked. The 9th Wonder of the World smiled hearing this and looked down at her hands and lap.
"When all this bullshit has blown over, and after I've tried my hand at a few other ventures, if they don't work out… I might come back for another six or so years…. Or if they do, I might become a female Mick Foley and only do special appearances now and then," Joanie told her Canadian blonde friend. Feeling this was going good thus far, she was opening up to Trish and in her own way, Trish was also opening up to Joanie. Now Chyna was ready to make her move.
"Naturally, after all of this, I've really thought about relationships. Like are they at all worth it? Who do I want? Even what I wanted anymore….. and I started to think about the guys that I knew, just a bunch of jocks, one hollow as the next and so on and so forth… But the girls, the girls have always been kind, passionate, and talkative. I could come to them with anything, no matter the situation or problem at hand…. And they'd be there for me. I guess I just don't know what that makes me… I can't tell where my feelings or my own sexuality lie anymore…"
Trish grinded a half smile, "You know Joanie…. Despite us being friends and all, I always felt you and me were two very different people…. But now in this moment, I can see we have more in common than not in common," the voluptuous former fitness model said, trying her best in her own way of letting Chyna know she wasn't alone in the way she felt for her. Stratus had also been experiencing trouble, trying to figure out where her sexuality and everything else layed; only for Trish her conflict had lasted more than a few months unlike Joanie's. To top it off, the events from earlier tonight only solidified those thoughts and ideas.
"What?! With men cheating on us?", The larger woman asked, clearly playing the naive one.
"No, I meant by considering women the better sex," Trish replied. "I just see women as so much better partners, not just sexually than men could ever be, take it from my boyfriend since highschool. I mean I never really had a female partner…. All the way in a relationship that is…. But I've had long and meaningful conversations and sensual time with them. More than anything any man ever tried to get out," Stratus let out, not wanting to tell her own problems with Ron or how she's been having problems with the male gender in general the last couple of hours.
Joanie figured it was time to stop beating around the bush now, it was now time to go in for the kill. "Maybe we should put our conflicts to rest," Chyna said, sounding as nervous as was feeling. "Maybe…. and we don't have to if you don't want to, but maybe you and I could….. you know?" She said, afraid to say the rest of the actual words out loud. She didn't have to, however, Trish had long put the brush down, moved the raven locks out of the way and nibbled the back of Joanie's neck with her luscious lips.
Chyna let out a soft coo as she didn't see it coming, only felt the sudden rush sending a tingling sensation through her neck. "Ohhh mmmhhhh"
The busty blonde worked over Laurer's neck long enough, before maneuvering up to her face and engaging in a full lip-lock. *smooch* *smooch* The kiss began as a close mouth one, both women's eyes closed as to maximize the enjoyment the kiss was giving them. But as the two women got more turned on, and more adventurous, Joanie was the first to open her mouth and pretty soon the two were playing tonsil hockey. Trish, being the more assertive one, brought a hand up to Launer's face and began softly stroking her cheek, melting like butter as their passionate lip-lock took over their minds and body. The French kissing became filled with soft moans from the two women who were loving this new experience of kissing another woman without any interruptions or disturbance from any outsiders. *smooch* "Mmmmhhhhmmmhh" *smooch* "mmmmhhh"
As Chyna's hands undid the belt on her robe while sitting, Stratus reluctantly pulled away from the kiss with a strand of saliva connecting their mouths. The young blonde bit down on her bottom lip with a seductive grin, watching the Playboy cover girl part away the center of the robe to reveal her large breasts and the smallest skin tight thong Trish had ever seen, Even back in her days as a MuscleMag gal, never before had she seen any of the girls she worked with have a thong so revealing as this one.
Eventually Joanie began to lay back against the bed, grabbing the Canadian's hand and waist, and taking Trish with her until the small blonde from Toronto layed on top of her larger frame, straddling her. Not wasting time Stratus leaned forward and planted a full french kiss on the 9th Wonder of the World, running her hands up the sides of her body. *smooch*
Joanie was taken aback by the sudden aggression in Trish, the small blonde was quite feisty and fiery when it came to physical passion. As quickly she engaged in the kiss it didn't take long as Trish sat up straight almost immediately and proceeded to remove her own shirt which happened to be tightened by a knot she made earlier, the number one printed on her black top only certified her place as being the woman on top in their given predicament. Once she got the tight material over her head it revealed a black lace bra that the 9th Wonder of the World couldn't help but admire as it contained those world famous puppies which Jerry Lawler always pointed out whenever Trish's music hit.
She couldn't help but run her strong man-like hands up and gave each of Trish's melon-like tits a squeeze, making her lightly moan with blissful pleasure, "Ohhhhhh Joanie….. Mmmmmhhhh…."
Laurer then moved her hands around the black bra to the strap behind and unclasped it with ease, causing those infamous puppies to come out and play. As the bra fell forward, exposing those succulent breasts, she couldn't help but begin grinding her crotch upwards towards Trish's jean-clad center. Instinctively the small blonde began to slowly grind her jeans clad ass and pussy into Chyna's thong-clad lips.
As this happened Laurer grabbed the bra from Stratus' arms and threw it on the floor before her hands instinctively found the helm of Trish's hips. The two then slowly got into a rhythm of grinding their pussies against each other, more so Joanie grinding hers into Trish's denim, however that's not to say the feisty Toronto beauty wasn't getting her fair share of pleasure from their grinding session.
Trish couldn't help but moan as Chyna's hands instinctively slid south and around back before she groped her jean-clad ass, not resisting to give that booty a few smacks *SMACK* "Ohhhhh fuck….. Mmmmhhhhh *SMACK* Ohhhh God… Mmmhhhh smack my ass…. *SMACK* Oh yeah Joanie smack my fat ass…" Trish whimpered as the feeling of her jean-clad pussy getting grinded from below and the occasional spank to her denim ass was making her thong wet and drown with her own perspiration.
"Mmmhhh yeah you like that Trish? Yeahhhhh mmmhhhh you're nothing but a nasty little slut now aren't you?" Joanie moaned as the denim grinded into her barley clad pussy.
The king size bed the two were laying on eventually began to move and make creaking sounds as the headboard ever so slightly tapped the wall of the room they were staying in. None of the two women minded that as all they cared about was the immense pleasure they were getting from being in this predicament.
From Joanie's perspective, nothing was hotter than seeing this woman who would go out each and every week to prance around in the skimpiest outfits imaginable, flashing those breasts which were now bouncing due to their pussy to pussy grinding. It became such a tease for Joanie to have to watch Trish go out and cock tease the audience with her voluptuous body. Well tonight, she had this petite tease of a blonde all to herself and she was keen on making this experience a memorable one.
So much that she wanted to taste those bouncing melons right now, as a result she slowed down the grinding by lashing her arms on Trish's hips again, much to the Canadian's dismay who was beginning to feel the need to pre-cum. Chyna figured the two could wait and cum later, but right now she wanted a taste at those puppies.
Joanie soon brought the grinding to a halt for now and brought herself up, causing the small blonde to slide backwards slightly and twitch on her thighs as she kept straddling her. Laurer, now raised and sitting, leaned in and took one of Trish's breasts into her mouth. She began to suck, bite and lick on that dark areola, nipples, fully erect peaks, giving it her full attention while Trish's other melon got the full attention of Chyna's virile hand.
The former valet's moans were getting louder with the overwhelming amount of pleasure she was at the receiving end of. "Ohhhhh Mmmmhhhh FUCK…... Mmmhhh," Trish moaned while biting down on her bottom lip, trying to suppress these naughty screams for more mindfulness attention. She couldn't help but roll her head and eyes back as she felt her mammary glands being taken care of by this Amazonian-like warrior in that of Joanie Laurer.
In the heat of the moment Trish really couldn't believe the amount of delectation the raven hair woman was enkindling her with, this was way better than Ron had ever given her, which speaks volumes as Chyna was already making her boyfriend seem like a chump with all of her expertise and womanly touch. And unlike the man she was in a relationship with, Joanie wasn't effectively abusing her breasts like they had no other use besides being slurped on and man handled like pieces of meat. No, the Playboy cover girl was gentle, tender and benign with her puppies, treating them with the respect they deserved, and not being motorboated belligerently like any guy who would want to if they ever got the chance to stuff their faces between them like the selfish pigs they are.
As Joanie continued to work over her succulent and tender breasts, this only encouraged the 9th Wonder of the World to work her further. To drive this delicate overindulged blonde to complete ecstasy, all while being at her merciful touch as she no doubt demonstrated earlier with the pussy to pussy grinding. With her goal now a most pressing matter, Joanie bit down harder on the stiff areora, wanting to give it the most stimulation possible as she gave the dark nipple excessive manipulation, which caused it to leak discharge, much to Trish's arousal delight as her puppies squirted a small amount of milk into Chyna's mouth and hand.
"Ohhhhh Mmmmhhhhhh Joanie….. Ahhhhhh!" Trish moaned out loud as Joanie gulped down every single milk droplet from the breast she was tending to. It made her feel so gleeful and genuinely happy that she was able to make her lover for the night be in such a state of bliss. Her cute whimpers and moans were enough to make Chyna want to skip all of the slow build up of their love making and skip right to the fucking. However she was determined to be the best partner Trish ever had or could ever wish for, she wanted to make this small blonde not only hers, she wanted to be in control and worship her, to carefully touch and make undeniable passionate love, something her ex Triple H didn't seem to care for a lot, and look where that got them.
In a way Joanie is actually kind of grateful that Hunter decided to cheat on her, had that never happened she wouldn't be here right now in her motel room, getting herself a piece of Stratusfaction pie. Feeling that she was unequivocally in the driver seat, Joanie aggressively gave Trish a predatory-like eye stare and grin, giving her other breast a firm squeeze which made another squirt of mammary milk to shoot on Chyna's toned muscular arm this time. Groaning like a veteran pornstar, Trish was in such a state of euphoria that she once again screamed towards the ceiling.
Wanting to grind on Chyna's lap again Trish tried her best to get another tribbing session going, unfortunately she didn't have that much maneuverability in the position she was in, so she tried something else.
Never before had Joanie ever in her life enjoyed anything like Trish's D cup melons. It really was intoxicating, the sweat and sex smell Stratus was eminiting was unlike anything she's ever felt, smelled and experienced. So much that she wanted to get her mouth on the Canadian's other erect puppy. However when Laurer was doing just that and had thought she was in full control of the fuck session, she was suddenly pushed down, landing and bouncing on the matress of the king size bed aggressively, the white sheets getting drenched with her somewhat sweaty back.
Trish back on top in a familiar position then without warning somehow found the energy and concentration to lean down and kiss the side of this Amazonian woman's neck once again, obviously desiring to take charge after the teasing Chyna had done to her with grinding her maple leaf and playing with her puppies. Their large tits messed against each other, erect nipples colliding as Stratus nibbled on the Playboy cover girl's sensitive neck. This exuded a lust filled groan from Joanie, "Ohhhhhhhh Mmmmhhhhh," Hearing this the small blonde beauty from Toronto carried on with her trail of luscious kisses.
Joanie was not one to complain with the satisfaction or Stratusfaction in this case, the former fitness model was giving her, and let Stratus do what she will to her Xena warrior-like body. Trish made a path of sensual smooch-sounding kisses, from that ever so sensitive neck; down to her lover's chest, Stratus' own puppies were teasingly rubbing alongside Joanie's rock hard abs which made more heavy breathing come from the Rochester native. Patricia then made it to those enormous breasts of hers and began to do what Joanie had done to her before.
Up to this point Trish was being led and relying solely on the lust and love she felt for Joanie. At this moment and time anyone from the male gender didn't mean worth dick to her, not even her highschool sweetheart Ron, although in her defense he brought this on himself the moment he didn't want to respond to her calls. The same could be said for anyone from the female sex as the one and only person she truly cared for at this very moment was the Amazonian goddess below her.
And so with the eyes of a hungry Fox, she stared ardently at her prey, taking her time to examine Chyna's light colored areola and erect nipple, and took one of those amazingly large tits in her ravenous mouth and sucked on it like her life depended on it as if she was on life support. Wanting to quench her re-yearning for the women's gender, she licked Laurer's erect nipple, biting on it and licking around the sensitive areola area with her tongue while her free elegant hand took care of the other sizable breast.
"OHHHHHHHH Trish! Ahhhh that's it, just like that hun!" Joanie moaned like a horny mother who had just taught Stratus the ways of the forbidden lesbian sex. The sheer howl only administered the aspired to be Women's Champion to nibble at her melon like tit even gustier, wanting to return the favor that the WWF's largest female attraction gave her.
However, she didn't spend as much time on one breast like Chyna had. As soon as the large melon like tit was stratusfied, Trish gave its surface one last lick of love before moving on to the other breast, not wasting time as she down right engulfed the entire top areola into the depths of her mouth and tongue. Feeling that Launer had become numb to the earth shattering pleasure she was giving her, Trish in a heel sitting position, and using her place on top, began to grind down on Joanie's crotch like before, only this time Stratus was taking charge. With it starting slowly Launer was able to find a rhythm as her tiny Canadian lover rocked her pussy with the denim she had on.
"Ahhhhhh Fuck yes baby girl, ahhhh!" Chyna moaned, the combined gratification of getting her breasts used and grinded on by this north of the border blondie on her had already driven the Rochester native crazy with ecstasy and taken her to places unknown. Yet unwittingly to the Playboy cover girl, Trish had a different game plan as she hesitantly stopped sucking on those huge tits of Chyna's and in mid grinding, thrusted herself upwards, the older woman's sweat covered body and almost perfectly laid there on top, her breasts just below the 9th Wonder of the World's glistening DD cup globes. There, like a lioness stalking her dinner, Stratus subtly un-straddled herself from the larger woman's snatch area before repositioning her legs directly on top, their crotches meeting once again only this time Trish was now the one in control of this new missionary position.
The former bodybuilder knew that if she wanted, she could easily turn this whole situation in her favor with one sudden move, but she wasn't one to complain. With the pleasure this feisty blonde girl was giving her, she wanted to see what else the self proclaimed 'Queen of Stratusfaction', had in store for them. The former fitness model was also shimmering in a light coat of sweat, wanting to take this with a little more aggression, Trish used her arms as hand stands on the bed sheets, either side of Launer's muscular body, and began to grind her jean-clad maple leaf into Joanie's thong-clad slit.
"Ahhhhhh Trish…. Ahhhhh, hun Oh Yes!" Softly yelled the former DX member as this petite blonde was fucking her into the bed below. The feeling of jeans on pussy was causing Joanie to grab onto whatever she could find, the white sheets of the bed being her first victim of this. Stratus on the other hand was also beyond turned on by their current predicament, here she was dominating this two hundred pound muscle of a woman, making her lover moan for her like she wishes Ron could do for her. Her pussy too was soaking wet in her juices, although it was being protected by the denim that she was wearing, which proved to give a great deal of pleasure to both females.
A few droplets of sweat from the Canadian's forehead began dripping all over Chyna's chest, almost in a way simulating the aftermath of a mammary intercourse, although the vast amount of pleasure was being invoked south by the tribbing. Trish increased the pace as her ass began to jump ever so slightly with each thrust, she was now imitating a man giving his woman his cock, though of course there was no dick around, only the sound of denim and skin clapping filled the room as Trish gritted her teeth, keen to give Joanie her absolute best. "
Mmmmmhhhhhh!" Growled the former manager for T&A as she fucked her lover into the bedsheets below, She wanted to prove to Joanie that she has what it took to be the next Wolrd Wrestling Federation Women's Champion, and she was going to do this by making the 9th Wonder of the World cum for her.
They were now practically grinding their pussies together, driving one another crazy from the sensation that was felt as the Toronto native thrusted her crotch into Laurer's. All that was heard throughout the room were heavy pants, lust-filled groans and quick moans derived from the tribbing. Additionally because of the way Trish was grinding into the larger woman, the bed's headboard was now banging consistently against the wall, leaving small dents to the already degrading and rotten wallpaper, the wooden frame creaking ever so slightly as the pace quickened. It made whoever was on the other side of that wall question what was with all the banging and moans, although to be fair it wouldn't take much of an imagination to figure out what was going on.
"AHHHHHHH TRISH! AHHHHHH FUCK GRIND ON ME! AHHHH SHOW ME YOU DESERVE TO BE CHAMP!" Joanie yelled in yet another libido filled scream with the occasional moans following. Trish, feeling that she needed to follow up even more, began using her hip muscles and was now fully banging her hips and jean-clad crotch into Joanie's slit. Doing her best not to moan by grunting her face, but that did nothing except make her growl like the fiery feisty diva that she was.
Both of their pussies were wet with perspiration, making Joanie's small piece of G-string fabric almost non-existent besides the dark color which matched with her shaved pussy bush. Whereas Trish's snatch was now beginning to make a stain on the jeans she still had on, God those pairs were really helping her do a number on Laurer. Behind the back of her mind however, Trish did somewhat wish she was naked so that she could feel the bare sensation from them sliding together, to feel their lips and clit rub against each other. Besides, her thong was virtually soaking wet in her own pussy juices as it kept rubbing against her maple leaf and jeans.
As Trish kept grinding her, Chyna then felt something rub that wasn't denim on her thong-clad pussy and she was so caught up in the heat of the moment to figure out what it was, all she knew it felt so damn good, the way it dug into her wet slit. She was confused until the Playboy cover girl remembered that the blonde beauty was wearing a pearl jewel like chain and realized it was Trish's belt.
"OH MY GOD AHHHH YESSSS!" Chyna moaned in utter ecstasy, the sensation was simply wonderful, and she could tell that Trish enjoyed it too, this nasty little blonde slut must have felt like a guy fucking a girl which turned Chyna on that she herself wasn't the dominant one for once in bed. To have someone as small yet fiery and spunky as the former McMahon mistress on top of her, giving it her all to fuck Joanie's snatch was becoming a little too much for the Playboy cover girl to handle.
With the friction reaching a new high Joanie wanted to make this a memorable experience and as such she shot her hands out and placed them right on Trish's jean-clad ass, forcing the Canadian to grind faster than ever. Joanie made sure to get the message across by groping and smacking the feisty blonde's voluptuous ass, getting her even more turned on as an orgasm was on the horizon.
"OHHHH THATS IT, FUCKING GRIND THAT PUSSY ON ME!" *SMACK* Chyna gritted with predatory eyes, as she kept her hands on Trish's derrière it seemed as if the smaller woman was losing the battle, having much the need to cum. Yet she pushed forward and tribbed Laurer into the depths of the innocent white sheets.
"OHHHHHHH AHHHHHH FUCK YEAH TAKE IT, MHHHHH FUCK!" moaned a sweat cover Trish who was on the verge to cum, luckily for her the pent up sexual frustration wouldn't have to wait as Joanie was also close to cumming. Their breasts kept hitting against one another, without even knowing Trish's erect nipples would touch Chyna's, only making the women moan to even greater heights as their hot and drenched cunts grinded.
"AHHHHHHH FUCK ME OHHHHHHH GOD I'M CUMMING!" Yelled the 9th Wonder of the World as her slit guzzled with her love juices, completely leaving whatever was left of her G-string in fabric shambles. Trish wasn't far behind as she came inside her jeans, leaving a dark stain on her crotch that was evidence that she did indeed cum.
"MMMMHHHHHH AHHHHHH YESSSSS FUCKKKKK!" The small blonde from Toronto screamed with lust. Thus the increased pussy grinding became a brutal orgasm which ripped through both of their bodies.
There they laid, panting, trying to recover from the amazing experience. This was something no man could ever bring to the bed, and both women were beyond the mood to have encountered and felt this, to Trish she wasn't sure if she could ever have sex with Ron ever again after this earth shattering orgasm. Whenever it was him and her they just didn't click in bed, at least to the former valet they didn't. He always released his load prematurely and was always selfish to never wait for her or even take Trish's orgasms into consideration. Granted she didn't even have any real skin contact with her vulva which meant she was barely scratching the surface of pleasure a woman could give her, so she couldn't wait to see where this adventure could lead her next….
Chyna on the other hand felt a similar way, she was definitely never going to go back to men, especially after the sensational satisfaction she just felt by simply grinding her twat with another woman's. She was more than ever curious where else her and Trish could explore their sexuality to see how far they could pleasure each other as lovers. Feeling Stratus' heated sweat sticky blonde head on her chest, she brushed back a few strands of hair before leaning her head down, kissing her forehead with a kiss. This inadvertently woke up the Toronto beauty from her thoughts as she looked right into Joanie's blue eyes, a wide smile across both of their faces.
"My goodness Trish….. that was exceptionally good, imagine how long ago we could have done this…" Joanie began, "You know this isn't over right?" Sheepishly she said. Trish let out a small chuckle, before weakly moving up the larger woman's body and planting a lip-lock full of fire and passion. It only lasted 10 seconds much to the dismay of Laurer before Trish grinned a smile back down with that beautiful face of hers.
"Trust me Joanie I know, here…. Just lay back and let me do the work…" Stratus instructed Chyna. Toronto's own then began moving on down Joanie's rock hard body. God if the grinding didn't tire her out so quickly, she would've done so many other things to this vessel of a womanly body. Getting back into a heel sitting position, she got off Joanie, and on the side of the bed slowly leaned down.
Trish worked her washboard like abdomen, 'Oh that famous hard body belly', she thought. It was flat, yet curvaceous and hard. It tasted wonderful in her mouth as she applied her mouth on the skin, lightly sucking and nibbling at the surface. Her tongue felt just as good to Joanie, according to the rising moans eminiting from the larger woman who was now massaging her own oversized tits. "Ohhhhh Trish Mmmmhhhhh,"
Once she felt that her work was decently done there, the smaller woman moved further south on the bed to her hips, now kissing softly along the thin string of her thong. As tiny and provocative this G-string was, Trish despaired in that very moment to see its full effect. As such, she commanded Laurer to roll over on her stomach, who did just that with a grin.
"Mmmmhhhh roll over please," Trish directed, as Joanie assumed position, this was the first time tonight Trish had seen the 9th Wonder of the World's hard shaped butt. That ass looked so sweet, clothed in barely anything there, crism in the tiny silk fabric. Stratus, who was now laying at the end of bed, admiring Chyna's glutes, took her own tongue and began licking the back of the older woman's calf. Slowly making her way up to those muscular thighs, and even of the sculpted ass that she admired of Joanie's, she couldn't help but lick her tongue all over that bodacious backside. *slurp* *slurp*
Joanie just shuddered and moaned at the new experimental sensations she was now feeling. She really badly wanted to put this tiny blonde in her place, but she couldn't when Stratus was giving her so much teasing pleasure, this provocative licking was something completely new to her. Chyna wanted to see where the Canadian beauty was going with this, that luscious tongue having such an effect of unadulterated bliss on her.
When Trish became content with licking her backside, Laurer had turned around once, flat on her back against the soft bed sheets. That's when the Canadian beauty decided to see and find out just how wet she was making Chyna without actually tasting her. With that Trish leaned down and began to lick her thong-clad pussy which was already really damp, no doubt from the sensual session, excitement and the grinding they had earlier. That's when she then delved a little deeper into the center of Joanie's pussy before the heavy sex scent of Chyna's could be inhaled.
Truth be told, Patricia was a little shocked at how horny Laurer was getting, and figured enough teasing. And with that she grabbed each side of the almost non existent fabric and forced the thong all the way off her body, yanking it down those powerful legs of the 9th Wonder of the World before inhaling her intoxicating scent from the underwear in her nose. Smiling and closing her hazel eyes, Trish took a long sniff and couldn't help but let out a soft coo of a moan as the larger woman below her had a unique scent which couldn't control her at ease, simply due to how powerful and whip it got her.
Before she knew it her own pussy was beginning to again get soaking wet with her beyond damp thong underneath her faded blue jeans. The former fitness model then couldn't help but flash a toothy white smile filled with undeniable lust at her lover below before throwing the G string behind herself, not caring where it landed on the floor.
She then got to work, as she got in position on the bed by Chyna's glistening shaved snatch, admiring the tattoo that was situated just above, it seemed to be of a tree branch that went across her navel with some leaves and roses on it. Trish couldn't help but think how kinky and trivial Joanie must've been to get a tattoo near such a sacred and private area, just above her pussy. Flashing another toothy grin, Stratus mercilessly attacked that strip shaved slit, intent on giving Joanie 100% Stratusfaction Guaranteed. Toronto's own was also intent for that what she was giving, the raven haired woman would give it back in return.
Trish ran her tongue all the way around the outer rim of the Amazonian's womanhood, teasing her with intent of making her cum underneath her will. This caused the moans from the two hundred pounds of pure muscle of a woman to go low, and for her entire body to quake from the sensitive touch. Stratus then flapped her tongue in a quick sensation over a variety of locations, causing Laurer to breathe at a quicker and faster pace.
"Ohhhhh Yessss Trishhhhh Mhhhhhhhh lick at my pussy…. Mmmmmmhhh," Chyna moaned, who kept grouping at her own impressive sized tits to continue her streak of pleasure. With the pace and expertise that she was licking her pussy with, Joanie had to wonder if this was Trish's first time with a woman or if the Canadian really was just that good naturally, like naturally good to be in bed with another woman. Chyna wanted to look down at the work the former fitness model was giving her, but every time she did, Joanie groaned on the sheets and couldn't help but moan upwards instead.
Finally Trish felt that she had teased enough and went ahead and hit the clit, sending Joanie to the brink of passing out for sheer excitement. To keep the energy growing, Trish took one of her hands and took two fingers into the bigger woman's moist box. At first Trish slowly entered her digits in that cunt which was begging to cum again and made sure to first thrust at a slow pace, eventually planning to pick it up as time moved on. First contact was so crucial in making the Amazonian get overwhelmed with pleasure, so much that each and individual thrust from the Toronto beauty caused her to grunt in bliss as her eyes rolled back into her head. She grabbed at the sheets around, trying to find a substitute to control her awaiting orgasm.
The constant thrusting of the well lubed fingers, along with the skillful thrusts of Stratus' tongue caused Chyna to feel her first legit orgasm approaching. "OHHHHHHHH TRIIISSSHHHH DON'T STOP! OHHHHHH DON'T YOU DARE STOP BABY GIRL, PLEASEEE DON'T STOP GIVING ME STRATUSFACTION! I CAN FEEL IT SWEETIE…. OHHHH I'M CLOSE TO CUMMING! PLEASE DON'T STOP! MMMHHHHHHH!" Joanie yelled out in pure adrenaline and lust, over and over again as Trish picked up the speed of her tongue action and finger fucking. Determination was a leading factor that spurred the young blonde, wanting to show first hand to Joanie why she was more than deserving of the title, by giving the 9th Wonder of the World all that she could give.
It was obvious to Trish that they had both turned a new corner in their lives. They may have not been full blown lesbians, but both Joanie and Trish obviously liked women as much, if not more so, for the moment at least, than they liked men and Trish had no intentions of stopping her assault on the 9th Wonder of the World's soaking wet pussy.
If anything, Laurer's yells and pleas spurred the Canadian beauty on. Joanie's moans seemed to have gotten louder with each swoop that Trish's expert-like tongue made. Way better than anything Paul had ever given her with his tongue action and average at best skills, she couldn't believe how much this petite blonde from north of the border put him to shame when it came to tongue action and licking pussy. Finally however in the depths of her thoughts, she let out an all encompassing yell filled with lust.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TRRRRISSSHHHHHHHHH!" As she reached the peak of her orgasm, cumming wave, after wave of her pussy juices at the tiny blonde's near perfect face, soaking her digits as well. Trish however didn't seem to mind the messiness of her work as she then drank down the sweet nectar like bodily fluids happily, loving the way her lover tasted. As convulsions ripped through Chyna, causing her to jerk from pure pleasure.
Trish also took the time to suck on her fingers which were filled with the clear love juices to which she then mindlessly sucked on, imagining as if she were still sucking on Joanie's clit and pussy lips. So much that she began to bop her head on her fingers like she was sucking cock, she was really putting on a show for Laurer who was resting on the bed after that intense second orgasm she just had. The display of a hot sex pot like Stratus, sucking at her digits like she were sucking dick made a warm smile form on the face of Chyna. Luckily for them, their night still wasn't over by a long shot, and Laurer was intent on getting the most out of this one night stand, even if that meant getting out her personal toy to play with.
Once she had finished feasting on Chyna's love juices and love box, the small blonde slowly crawled up the king size bed and layed down next to the larger woman, the bed creaking with each movement she made. Coming off the excitement of making this large Amazonian-like woman cum, she couldn't wait to see what Chyna had in store for her.
"Right time to show me what the 9th Wonder of the World can do now that I've given you 100% Stratusfaction Guaranteed," Trish said with a smile. Joanie, feeling better now and as if she was just given a challenge to shut this little girl up, she sat up, and got into a good position over the petite blonde to begin her pleasuring of the Canadian's voluptuous and desirable body.
"Before I do, I just wanna let you know of one thing, whatever the match is for the Women's title in a few months," Joanie said with a warm smile, Trish nodded innocently.
"You're gonna win it hun, and you're gonna be the next WWF Women's Champion." Joanie said, smiling from ear to ear as was Trish. Now that the former T&A valet knew that, she aggressively pulled down Chyna who met her in another deep french kiss. *smooch*
Joanie had already gotten a good taste of Trish's world famous puppies, so she decided that now was the time to get to the point. Still playing tonsil hockey with the small fiesty woman, she reached with one of her free hands down to Trish's tight faded jeans, and started rubbing rather violently around her crotch area, feeling how damp those pants were. The harsh friction mixed both pleasure and pain, and a sensation that completely overwhelmed her blonde partner who was now moaning into their lip lock. Those healthy sized moans continued to escape their kiss as Stratus' maple leaf got even hotter and wetter, so much that Joanie could feel the dampness of her pussy juices beginning to dampen the denim even further.
Joanie then moved the other hand down to join, and as the 9th Wonder of the World started to kiss with as much ferociousness as she had been massaging Trish's covered up pussy, like she did earlier when the smaller woman grinded on top of her in those bootcut jeans which Joanie did admit, looked rather hot then and now as Stratus wore them.
Concentrating on her new task, Laurer's hands grabbed at the white pearl like belt Trish was wearing and unclipped the pearls before in one motion yanking it out of her jean belt loops. The Toronto beauty was too busy battling Joanie in their French kiss to even notice what was going on. Chyna then dropped the pearl belt between them, letting it compress like a string of jewels before her expert hands back down and began to undo the button and zipper on the jeans which exposed the former fitness model's black thong.
She then stopped the tonsil hockey, making Trish a little upset that they had to end the kissing. But the self proclaimed Canada's Greatest Export perked up when Joanie then got up in a heel sitting position, and crawled to the end side of the bed where she then proceeded to take off Trish's black platform boots, each hitting the carpet floor with a thud, one by one sliding them off her feet before doing the same for those innocent white socks of hers which capsulated her delicate feet so well.
Chyna couldn't help but admire the small blonde's perfect feet, how gorgeous they were from every angle she looked. But she had other plans in mind, and so she leaned down over the Canadian's small frame and grabbed the sides of her jeans before tugging them down those thicc legs of hers. Trish aided Chyna by lifting her hips, allowing Joanie to take off the denim which was very much disturbing the both of them from getting the max amount of pleasure. Joanie then with one final tug managed to pull those blue faded jeans off as Trish's delicate legs and feet shot out of them, before Laurer dropped them on the floor next to the buxom blonde's shoes and socks.
Crawling back over to her lover, Chyna eyed Trish's black thong like a predator would before pouncing on their prey and quite literally, using her unparalleled strength, ripped off the tiny piece of underwear like it was paper. Grinning, Chyna looked at the torn thong and quickly smothered her nose into it, shutting her blue eyes, inhaling all of the younger woman's scent, she let out a soft coo as her dopamine levels increased once again thanks to this Greek goddess below her.
Having satisfied her needs with the tiny piece of underwear Joanie threw it on the floor and immediately began to finger fuck Trish who was dripping wet. Not as soaking as Joanie was after her second orgasm, but wet enough so that her fingers could slide in and out of Stratus' wilting maple leaf with ease. Joanie was huge for a woman as the world knows, and with her two digits pumping through Trish, the busty blonde honestly couldn't tell the difference between her fingers and a man's.
"Ohhhhhhhhh….. Ohhhhhhhhh Mmmmhhhh Keep going…Mmmhhh Please…. OOOHHHH GOD MORE!" Trish begged, whether she meant this literally or not, it didn't matter to Joanie who decided to take a third finger and inserted it in that moist entrance. Seamlessly joining in, this new finger began to rub to top of Trish's clit, causing her to nearly scream a powerful moan like never before.
"AHHHHHHHHH FUCK YESSS!" Trish yelled, looking down as this real life Wonder Woman finger fuck her with such ease, never before had Ron ever fucked her with his fingers this well. Hell, whenever he did insert his digits into her slit, she almost got no reaction from him, no matter how badly he tried to make her cum, he always came up a bit short.
Chyna wasn't sure if Trish was going to try men again, or more specifically try sex with her boyfriend at home again. However one thing was for sure, she sure as hel loved fucking a woman as much she loved being fucked by one, which were much more to her liking as aperantly to tonight. It was a new beginning in the sense. It was the end of her WWF career, as the 9th Wonder of the World, and yet at the same time, the beginning of Joanie Laurer's life as a lesbian outside the world of professional wrestling.
Joanie loved hearing Trish moan, as all three of Chyna's fingers worked together on Trish's now twitching G spot. Joanie could tell solely by her lover's moans that she was very close. To help her along the way she reached up with her free hand and gripped, tweaked one of Trish's dark stiff nipples, causing her to moan out loud. "OHHHHHHH MY GOD AHHHH FUCKKK AHHHHHHH JOANIE!" Driving the Toronto native even wilder, which was thought to be impossible to her.
But sure enough, after another thirty or so seconds of this an orgasm which rippled through her small frame came about. Then another… and then another shot through Trish Stratus, cumming like no man, never mind her boyfriend Ron ever could. She jerked violently underneath Joanie's powerful touch, with each wave of pleasure that crossed her. Letting out all of her affection, as well as her clear juices which completely covered Laurer's hand.
When Trish was done with cumming the orgasm of her life, Joanie leaned down to lick the sweet tasting substance up, tasting just like maple syrup which was a coincidence to Laurer, being that Stratus is Canadian after all. It just made the whole thing that much sweeter for the two of them. She took time in tasting and savoring Trish's love juice, imagining just how her body was practically a syrup dispenser for her own enjoyment.
Joanie then had an idea, one which she wanted to try before moving on to the final test she planned a little earlier on inside her head. But before she did it, or told it to her lover, she simply laid down and took Trish into her arms like a man would for their girlfriend or wife. As Chyna embraced the smaller woman into her grasp, her arms went right away down as she began to roughly but playfully smack that fat ass the Toronto native had, causing the flesh to jiggle. *SMACK*
Ever since she saw Trish debut on that faithful episode of Sunday Night Heat, not only did she want to play with those melon-like tits that the Toronto beauty had, her amazingly fat booty was the next thing on her list. *SMACK* Especially after that bra and panties match she had with Lita in October of last year where the high flyer stripped Stratus down to her bra and thong which she wore underneath a pair of underwear. *SMACK* *SMACK* And if that wasn't enough, earlier this year in a match at the PPV No Way Out, with Stephanie McMahon of all people who exposed this fat ass and spanked it live on PPV; which she was currently groping, *SMACK* causing Trish to moan like the bad and naughty girl she was in that storyline with the McMahon family. *SMACK*
Chyna just couldn't get enough of this fat ass, *SMACK* the way it jiggled from the slightest touch, and how perfect it was in its thickness and size. She wasn't afraid to admit it, but it was larger than her own booty and that's impressive in itself. She just knew that with an ass like this, Trish desired to be dominated by the women she was currently in bed with. God knows that if she could, Joanie would spend the rest of her days, groping and spanking this fat ass of her Canadian lover. *SMACK*
After all, when a woman with the sex appeal of Trish Stratus teases both her and the crowd for the better part of over a year as a heel, only recently turning face, it really drives those who were mesmerized by her tits and ass insane, no pun to her then tag team of T&A. Joanie was just happy she finally got her moment tonight to cherish and feel up those thicc buns which jiggled with every single touch she made. *SMACK*
As Trish moaned like a shameless slut from all the contact and groping to her fat ass, she eventually was able to get over her overwhelming three strike orgasms. After one last spank to her thicc ass cheeks, Trish opened her eyes and looked directly into Laurer's.
"Mmmmhhhh fuck…. that was unfucking believable Joanie!" Trish said as she fought the urge to moan from all the groping the larger woman was doing to her backdoor. As her heart rate and breathing slowly got back to normal, Joanie all of a sudden smiled down at her as she planted both of her man-like hands on those thicc Canadian buns.
"We….. haven't finished yet hun," Joanie stated, Trish looked up directly at her with curiosity. She wasn't sure what the large American had in mind, but whatever it was, she knew it would most certainly provide her with even more pleasure.
"When you get your breath, we're gonna move on with something that'll help us both cum, at the same time baby girl," Chyna said with a warm smile, Trish could barely comprehend that thought, her orgasms were powerful enough as they were. How on earth could she cope with her reaching a climax at the same time as her lover? Trish was already feeling in the mood, just thinking about the simple thought.
But first they just sensually kiss for a while, Laurer never letting go of Stratus' ass cheeks as she couldn't simply get enough of them and how they felt in her grasp. Their tongues swirling slowly, back and forth. Then when Joanie and Trish were both ready, Chyna gave Trish's fat ass one last smack, before repellently letting those thicc buns go, and getting up. Joanie then moved down to the other end of the bed, and turned around before making a seductive grin towards Stratus.
"Mmmhhh Do me a favor hun and turn on to your side," Laurer instructed, and Trish obeyed. Toronto's own, who was in the center of the pillows, lowered herself and turned on her side as her lover instructed.
"Lift one of your legs in the air," Joanie instructed next, Trish being the lover she was again, obeyed her. When the smaller woman was in position, the larger of the two began to make her way back up the bed and Joanie moved herself into position. She crossed her muscular thighs with Trish's thicc ones and began rubbing her pussy against Trish's sacred maple leaf. Neither women could imagine the complete erotic pleasure this move and position could give them.
While it robbed them of precious energy, the adrenaline they got from the friction, encouraged them to continue. Their moans simultaneously grew as the tribbing got even hotter for them as their slick snatches rubbed. against each other's. "OHHHH MMMMMHHHHHH YEAHHHHH OHHHHHHH!" Trish moaned as never before had she felt such bliss in her life. Who knew rubbing her slit against another woman could provide so much raw pleasure.
As every inch of eroticism was shared between them, Joanie too began to moan, "Mmmmmhhhh Yeah baby girl, you like that huh? Take it like the champion you're destined to be! Mmmhhh" The 9th Wonder of the World moaned as she tribbed this once spoiled princess into the king size mattress below them.
The bed springs were rocking along with each movement from their love making, the headboard which was lightly tapping the wall from the earlier grinding was now smacking and chipping away at the paint on the wall as their movements caused the bed to become alive. The sound of their skin slapping with each thrust, each time their legs collided with one another, the two women moaned out loud because there truly was nothing like the feeling of one woman's pussy, smacking against another. What made it even hotter for Chyna however, was that she's the one in control, she sorta felt bad about it really, since she's obviously the more powerful of the two and here she was tribbing Trish Stratus down into her bed sheets.
THE Trish Stratus, the one guys all over the world probably jerked themselves off to oblivion every time she came out on WWF programming, or making cum tributes in the magazines they bought with her on them. She knew that at this very moment she was living out all of those male fantasies, only of course she's a woman, a large female, but a woman nonetheless. Although she did have one more trick up her sleeves after they're done with this, one which would solidify the jealousy that men all around the world would get if they were to witness what she was deviously plotting in her mind. But for now, her concentration was making love with her new found lover, Trish. To please her, make sure she's getting as much from this as she was.
They continued to rub their pussies together, both moaning and groaning, both loving the pleasure they were receiving. In giving the other and both quickly were feeling the beginning of their orgasms. It was then that Trish decided that Joanie had shown her enough, and that she was ready to prove just how tough and resilient she truly was.
Catching Chyna off guard Trish used the momentum of their thrust and pushed with all her might, making Joanie slip until her back collided with the bed sheets. Stratus now free, removed her legs and kept the larger of the two laying down. She then mounted her, and lifted her muscular leg up, assertively driving her pussy deep into Joanie's who with Trish practically riding her leg like a bronco, could do nothing but receive the pleasure the small blonde was driving into her womanhood.
"OHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHH FUCK ME TRISSSHHHH, KEEP IT UP! OOHHHH GOD SHOW ME YOU DESERVE TO BE THE WOMEN'S CHAMPION! AHHHH KEEP GOING BABY GIRL! AHHHHHH DON'T STOP! AAHHHHHHHH FUCK GIVE MEEEEE MOREE STRATUSFACTION!" Joanie cried in sheer ecstasy as she tried her absolute best to keep up with the fiery Canadian who was now tribbing her down into her bed.
Trish's huge jugs were bouncing with every thrust she gave to the Playboy cover girl, her stiff nipples driving through the air like knives with each bounce they made. The feeling of being in control was so intoxicating, like she said on one episode of WWF Sunday Night Heat for 'Trish's Dating Game' 'the only thing sweeter than strawberries and cream, is being in control.' Well here she was exercising that and she made sure to slam down her soaking wet maple leaf on Joanie's thigh, ever so slightly moving closer to the raven haired woman's moist shaved slit.
Although Joanie was finding it hard to keep up, by some miracle she managed it. And then the two got into a rhythm once again, their slits now clashing against one another with passionate love as their sensitive coozes brushed. They were both covered in so much sweat that besides their presperation drenching the sheets of it, the bed began to reek of their sex scent, which only gave the smal blonde more motivation to bring the current Women's Champion to cum for her. Trish and Chyna couldn't hold it in anymore, as they both felt their orgasms had reached their peak.
"AHHHHH YES FUCK, FUCKING GRIND THAT CLIT OF YOURS!" Screamed Joanie as Trish kept riding her like there was no tomorrow. Trish wasn't able to keep herself quiet as she too moaned like a shameless pornstar being tapped for a lesbian promo film. "MMMMHHHHH FUCK YEAHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH I'M CUMMMING BABY AHHHHHHH!" Stratus moaned. And ultimately take over both of their bodies with simultaneous exhausted groans, they shoot their cum through their bodies. One small, the other large. However, just as they hit, their throbbing clits rubbed one another; and in that instance, a second orgasm shot through both of them. The two of them feeling their love juices hit each other's slits, thus making love in the process as their twats got covered.
Just as they were collapsing, their bodies forced even more pleasure on them as their hips twitched for another good minute or two. Their pussies rested against one another, before Trish, exhausted from their love making, lifted herself from the Playboy cover girl's warm sweaty body and fell happily backwards onto the bed's scattered pillows allowing herself to cool down and catch her much needed breath. Finally it ended, their bodies had no more to give… or did they?
Joanie, tired from the tribbing, literally and totally sexually satisfied, as well as devoided of most of her energy, crawled back up to the end the petite blonde was at and laid down next to her. She reached over, and wrapped her strong arms around Trish, caressing her like she were her daughter who she just had a secret family affair with. She kissed her lover's forehead before embracing her into her body, deciding it was time to move on with the final test to see if Trish really was worthy of being the WWF Women's Champion. Leaning into her ear, Laurer nibbled her teeth on Stratus' earlobe, causing another moan to escape the beautiful blonde in her arms.
"Mmmmhhhhh you were so fucking great hun….." Joanie whispered, "But guess what, we haven't finished yet,"
Trish, still coming down from the experience of a lifetime she just had, finally made out what Chyna just told her. Part of her didn't want to keep going since she's practically tired out, but pride told her she had to step up and show Joanie why she should be the Women's Champion. Building up the energy she had left, Trish suddenly looked upwards into the eyes of the woman who was embracing her. After the love session she just had with this Amazonian woman, she couldn't think of what else there was to prove to Joanie. Suddenly the larger of the two spoke.
"Why don't you do me a favor and close your eyes baby girl?" Chyna asked in what had to be the kindest, yet hungriest voice Trish had ever heard come out from the 9th Wonder of the World's mouth. Trish, still recovering from her orgasms, simply nodded her head and shut her eyes. Joanie grins at this and lets the Canadian lie there in the center of the bed as she uses whatever reserves of energy she had left to get up on her feet.
Her legs felt like jelly sure, but it was all worth it for this last test, not only to see if Trish truly deserved to be the WWF Women's Champion, but to see first hand how long she could last before she blacks out. As Chyna makes her way to the suitcase in the corner of the room she turns around and gives specific instructions to the blonde princess who was covered in sweat like she was, blonde locks sticking against her tanned skin.
"Now Trish, don't open your eyes, and don't move as well," Chyna added as she leaned down and began to unzip her suitcase. "You see, we're gonna move on with something that'll help me determine if you truly are worthy of being Women's Champion." Laurer said with a devious smile, Trish finally regaining some of her composure and sense hears her lover and part of her feels intimidated by what this last test could be and if she would be able to pass it. Trish was already feeling pretty exhausted as it was, but for Joanie, and more importantly her guaranteed shot at the title she was willing to do whatever it took. So there she laid motionless with her eyelids closed, ready for whatever this last venture had in store for her.
As Joanie dug through her suitcase she finally found what she was looking for. She bought this item recently in case her experimentation with women came sooner than expected and luckily for her it did. Pulling out a black 10-inch strap-on which could perfectly match and blend in with Chyna's leather ring gear, she grins as she eyes the girthy lengthy toy which so happens to be the perfect investment for tonight.
Standing up again on her wobbly muscle legs, she inserts her bare feet one at a time inside the straps before pulling up the toy to her waist where it situated perfectly on her glistening pussy. The small stimulus on the inside of the fake cock brushing ever so slightly with her clit as the pair of fake balls hung from below. Whoever designed this specific strap-on deserves a paycheck, and Chyna was for sure going to give the person who made this an extra bonus to the price she already spent on this. She was sure this was worth the price of admission as she fastened the straps tightly around her waist and hips.
There the 10-inch dildo hung outward from her crotch and at that very moment she truly felt like a woman in total control of her destiny. No one, not Paul, Stephanie, Vince, heck the whole WWF in general could stop her. Turning around to face her lover who obeyed her instructions to a tee, she began to stroke the fake cock like it was a real one. Joanie began making her way back before she stood at the side of the bed, exposing the toy in all its glory for the tired blonde to see.
"Okay hun, you can open your eyes now," Joanie said with a wide grin.
Trish hearing this did just that and the moment she turned over and saw Chyna with the strap-on, the Toronto beauty's mouth was hanging wide open. Never before had she seen one as long and thick as the one Joanie was wearing; Amy's was certainly not as large, it had to be at least twice or three times as large as the real one Ron had…. There was no way Trish could fit that in herself….. could she?
As Joanie stood there, like a man who was proud of their pecker, letting Trish take the whole scene in, she began to explain her final test. "So Trish, obviously you aren't exactly fond of men like I am at the moment…. So what if I were to give you those services a man could offer, only better?" Laurer said, leaving Stratus once again speechless as to where the 9th Wonder of the World was going with this.
"So here's your final test hun," Joanie began, "we're gonna see how long you can last with my strap-on buried 10 inches balls deep in your choice of hole," She stated. Trish shrieked on the inside when she heard how much of that she had to take inside one of her private holes. "Joanie….. I don't know if I can take all of that in one sitting, especially after what we just did," Toronto's own argued, which slightly annoyed Chyna.
"Oh I see, so you're telling me you're not worthy of being Women's Champ then is that right?" She retorted, that's when she saw a fire lit inside Trish's hazel eyes, she knew that would instantly snap the busty blonde's ego. .
"On second thought…. I'm 100% certain that I can take this cock with either pussy or asshole…." Trish said confidently, although in the back of her mind she was mentally kicking herself for not just saying pussy, because the reality was that she's an anal virgin. Joanie smiled upon hearing this, she knew how much of a competitor Trish was and wanted to prove herself no matter what, it's in her nature after all. She then noticed the Canadian beauty began to grope her own tits and while Joanie loved the small cohoes and show of display Trish was giving, she wanted to move forward with fucking that fat ass that's always eluted her, wanting to screw it since this tease of a woman debuted back in early 2000 of last year.
With that settled, she leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed Trish who was still massaging herself, lying on the mattress and brought her up for a passionate kiss. Stratus was taken aback at first but in a matter of seconds melted into the French kiss, their tongues battling for dominance as they danced in each other's mouths. "Mmmmmhhhhhh *smooch* Mmmmhhhhh" As lovers they used every fiber in their body to give their kiss as much fiery passionate as they could still muster.
Joanie eventually stopped the kissing as there was business to adhere to right there and now. Licking her lips of Trish's saliva taste she then gave out a task. "Glad you see it my way baby girl, Now first things first, my cock needs lubricant," Laurer stated with assertiveness, "Unfortunately for us I didn't pack and buy any from the store so there's only one other thing that you can do Trish….." She continued, grabbing the girth of her strap-on, she held it right in front of the small blonde's dried girl cum stained face. Trish knew immediately what Chyna was suggesting and she wasted no time as she grabbed the lengthy toy and took at least four inches of it in her mouth. Trish gagged at first but eventually got into a rhythm of sucking the fake cock with no problem.
Chyna smiled from the view she had, 'So this must be what guys brag about any time they get a blow job from a woman.' Joanie thought. She absolutely loved the head bobbing her lover was doing as it made her even more wet and wanting to properly fuck Trish. The reality of the situation was that Trish had already proven to her that she's Champion worthy, however Joanie was not about to pass up this opportunity to use her strap-on and fuck quite possible the most beautiful diva on the WWF roster.
Pretty soon Trish began to pick up the pace, still grabbing the thick toy with her hand, trying her best to satisfy Joanie and herself for that matter. Her boyfriend almost never let her give him a blow job because of how soon he came, on top of his penis being a little on the short end of the spectrum. But besides him, every other guy she's blown off while not at home always left her with positive reviews so this must've been worth something right? So Stratus was determined to make this her moment to shine and prove to Chyna that not only is she a great lover, but that she's champion material. Her head bopping made strange noises emerge from her mouth as she took that fake cock like a pro. "Mmmmhhhhh *slurp* Mmmmhhhh ahhhh *slurp*"
Trish teased even further by taking the whole thing out of the mouth and playfully licking the head like it were a real cock, and while this didn't provide any real stimulation to Chyna, it turned her on even more to see this naughty girl on her bed, sportively pulling all the tricks in the book that would've no doubt made any guy cum a long time ago. There she stood on wobbly legs, watching as that expert tongue of the Toronto native licked and savoir her cock, unexpectedly taking 5 inches of it back in that dirty mouth of hers.
Joanie was truly enjoying the current predicament, so much that she couldn't help but talk dirty as she had this little blonde princess on her bed, sucking her fake cock. "Mmmmhhhh Yeah suck that cock real good hun, Mmmhhhhhh bet ya this is bigger than anything any man has tried to fuck you with huh?" Joanie groaned as the bobbing from Trish started to push the base of the strap-on against her pussy, ensuing pleasure.
"Ohhhhh God….. yeahhhh suck it real nice Trish, we're gonna find out if you're worthy of being the next Women's Champion," Joanie moaned, At this point Trish was a good 6-inches deep on the girthy dildo, her saliva had coated almost the whole toy, it got to the point where she didn't need her arm and instead used her heel sitting position as a way to balance on the bed. Chyna felt that she needed to make this a little quicker so she grabbed the back of Trish's golden locks head and aided the small blonde in sucking her cock by pushing the back of her head with every deep throating that insud.
"Yeahhh that's it…. take it all in, suck it real good, you're gonna need it, trust me Mmhhhhhhh," Joanie said in a groaning tone, God knew she couldn't wait any longer or else she would burst or do something she might regret later….. not that she hasn't done something like that already. Feeling that Trish has taken at least 8-inches of her strap-on, Chyna decided it was time. Time to see if Trish could handle her and if she really was worthy of being the title holder. With her hand on Trish's head she grabbed the former fitness model by the hair and pulled the 10-inch toy from her mouth, making Stratus gag in desperation.
"Ahhhgggrhhhhh *cough* ahhhhhhhh, there…., is that good?" Trish asked, pleased with her job as she saw Chyna make a smile while stroking the strap-on, imitating a man who would've ejaculated by now.
"I'd say a definite yes to that baby girl," Joanie exclaimed, happy with how lubricated her toy was now. She then directed at Trish again, who seemed to be awaiting instructions as to what was next. Laurer couldn't help but giggle to herself at the cute display before her. Joanie then leaned down and grabbed Trish by the neck and brought her in for another lip-lock. Canada's Greatest Export was not timid as she immediately launched her hands around Chyna's head and neck, bringing her closer. As the two French kissed Joanie slowly brought her arms down Stratus' body sides.
They kept heading south until they found the concave of the Canadian's hips, slowly bringing her hands down her lover's body until they found those juicy ass cheeks that the 9th Wonder of the World loved so much. Not being able to resist the temptation she groped Trish's voluptuous derrière once again, making her moan into the tonsil hockey, as the former valet tried her hardest to suppress those groans which were ignited by Chyna.
After a good minute of massaging those thicc buns, Joanie, using her brute strength grabbed Trish by the ass and carried her in a seated position as the two continued kissing one another. Wrapping her legs, Trish held on as Joanie embraced her like a father carrying his tired kid after a long day at the park. Using power to her advantage, she walked with the blonde beauty in her grasp across the room into the living room where a couch was nearby. Despite her wobbly legs, she was able to walk the few feet the sofa was at.
As they kept the lip-lock in continuation, Joanie eventually sat down on the sofa so that she could take a seat, perfect for the position she wanted to try out. As she sat on the couch, Chyna was still holding Trish by her ass cheeks before finally setting her down on her lap, the strap-on mere inches away from Trish's maple leaf as its saliva covered tip brushed and rested against Stratus' somewhat tanned abs.
It was that time of the year and summer was soon approaching so even the beauty from Toronto knew she needed to tan her infamous and much lusted after body. After all, if she was going to be the new female representative of the company, she needed to look her absolute best, and perform at her peak as well. All of this glossed in Stratus' mind as she kept her eyes closed, totally lost in the lip lock with Laurer who was in clear control of the situation.
The two finally break the heated kiss, a stream of saliva stretching and breaking as they gasp for much needed air in their lungs as the two lovers look into each other's eyes. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and that phrase couldn't be any father from the truth right here, right now. What Chyna saw in her blonde princesses' hazel eyes wasn't just lust and a desire to have libido lesbian sex with the sole goal to score a guranteed title reign. No, what the Playboy cover girl ascertained was that the Canadian native wanted her in a more intimate manner, their relationship had skyrocketed to the point where the two were practically falling in love for one another and for Joanie, this was becoming hard to accept.
She didn't want to fall in love with somebody so quickly after having had such a rude awakening with her previous relationship, yet here her heart was telling her that Trish was the one. Part of her hoped that this was just a rebound and a phase, unfortunately that didn't seem to be the case as she kept staring in those beautiful brown hazel eyes. Whatever it was, all she knew was that she needed to if the former T&A manager had what it took to handle her strapped cock.
Trish herself was completely taken over by lust, love, but most of all, an infatuation and fondness like no other for the 9th Wonder of the World. In that very moment she just knew that Joanie, whether this was a one time thing or perhaps it could become something more, she was the one her heart belonged to. The guilt she felt earlier in the night had unreservedly vanished, if Ron had no time for her, never mind not picking up his cellphone, why should she sacrifice her mentality and sex life for him? Screw the promise she made to him as kids, that was all in the past and for Trish, she was looking into her future with a bright warm smile. The stare down soon came to an end when the larger of the two finally broke the silence.
"So…. Are you ready to prove yourself worthy hun?" Joanie challenged deviously, licking her bottom lip as the last word that came from her mouth rolled off her tongue in an exaggerated yet sexy manner. Hearing that was all Rob Kennedy's number one fitness girl needed to grin back a hungry smile, while nodding her blonde head in such quickness.
"Mmmmhhh I was born ready," the former MuscleMag cover girl responded. Laurer gave a devilish grin before letting the feisty Toronto beauty do her thing, which was getting into the proper position on her fake cock. On also wobbly legs, Trish unstrattled from Chyna's lap to reposition her moist entrance. As she got her knees on either side of Joanie's legs, she slowly slid down on her lover's lap, at first contact Trish shivered nervously as she felt the tip of the head brush against her bottom lips, her maple leaf quivering as it slowly took more and more of that black toy. Joanie could only observe with a sheepish smirk as she slowly watched her cock disappear into Trish's now expanding shaved snatch, the Canadian's clit in full view as it rubbed the further she slid herself down.
Canada's Greatest Export took the strap-on with absolutely no regrets as it entered her dripping pussy. The lubrication she gave with her saliva and skillful blow job lips proved to be useful as once past the head, she slid on it with ease before 6 to 8 inches of it was now inside her maple leaf. She casted a long bellowed groan as the fake cock sodomized and expanded her pussy walls. "OHHHHHHHH FUCK!" Stratus yelled to the feeling, screeching and trying her best to clench her white pearls, in hopes to surpass the instantaneous mixture of pleasure and pain.
Joanie, who was watching the Canadian take practically all of her 10-inches, was sitting back, enjoying the view of Trish's large breasts beginning to bounce like two water balloons as she began to ride her like a cowgirl would for a horsey at a ranch. The pace picked up little by little which Joanie didn't mind as she had quite possibly the most beautiful woman in the world besides herself, bouncing on what she wished was her real cock. The only thing that could make this all better was if she could actually feel her lover's insides like any man could when their members were throbbing along inside. "MMMMMMMM FUCKKKKK THAT FEELSSSS SOOO GOOD AHHHHH!" Toronto's sweetheart moaned as she put on a face of determination, sticky sweat covered blonde locks flew all around as Stratus kept putting on more than a hundred and ten percent.
The sound of distinctive moans soon began to fill the living room as Trish rode Joanie in a way her boyfriend and all the guys who lusted after her all around the world would be indefinitely jealous of, and wish they could've been in Laurer's position. When the base of the strap-on hit her bare cunt, Trish just knew that this was like no other dick or male appendage member she's ever had a go at, heck Ron would practically orgasm not even a full minute into most of their sessions as his member would quickly go limp, and to be honest his dick was a little on the weenie side, size wise.
Nothing like Chyna's 10 incher which was absolutely driving her mad with lust and a wanting to please the 9th Wonder of the World. She was gonna have to approach her lover's strapped toy in a different approach. Trish felt Joanie's manlike hands cover all over her hips and legs as she kept on riding away, or should she say closer since she was facing her lover. She eventually found a rhythm that worked as she was now fully taking in that fake cock at a much quicker pace.
"MMMMHHHHH OHHH GOD JOANIE MMMMHHHHH!" The sounds of skin slapping could be heard all throughout the hotel room as Trish rode Joanie's strap-on as only she could, the sound of Chyna's muscular thighs colliding with that of Stratus' deliciously thicc rump. The busty blonde had never felt anything this big inside of her sacred maple leaf before. Not even Mr. McMahon's bragged about 'Genetic Jackhammer' was this huge and Trish knew this for a fact because during their unorthodox storyline, there were times one thing had led to another and before she knew it Vince had her bent over, screwing her with his sizable 6 at best inch dick. Albeit at the time Trish enjoyed any good fucking, especially if it meant she would have more air time on T.V. not even the mighty Vince McMahon could compare to the sheer excitement and pleasure Joanie had given her tonight, particularly now.
So here she was, the beautiful and incomparable Trish Stratus, bouncing up and down on her lover's fake cock, proving herself to be worthy not only to be the next WWF Champion of the women's division, but to prove to Chyna that she always delivers 100% Stratusfaction Guaranteed, no matter what. That and she wanted to outlast the Rochester native and solidify herself as the woman who rightfully deserved what she so tenaciously worked for.
Bearing this in mind Trish didn't stop for one second, continually riding that love stick like her WWF contract depended on it, and in a way it did. If she somehow can out unsuccessfully in her venture with Joanie, and she doesn't drop the title, who knows what Vince would do to the Canadian beauty as punishment. Not even Trish would want to think of the evil things McMahon would dare do to her. After having to get on her hands and knees, bark like a dog was humiliating enough, but having her strip down to her bra and panties and still ask to take her bra off? She sure as hell didn't want to endure anything like that ever again, even if she did get a sizable pay day.
Chyna, who hadn't put her two cents in any of this was so turned on by it all she couldn't resist but lean forward and catch one of Trish's bouncing tits between her pearl white teeth, biting down on that stiff nipple which made her captive lover groan out in a husky moan of bliss. "OHHHHHHHH MHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Stratus moaned, Joanie smirked when she saw the buxom blonde moan for her upwards towards the ceiling. Thank God there was a large fan on the ceiling, giving them ventilation to keep them somewhat cool, unlike the bedroom which was no doubt a steaming mess filled with their scent and sweat.
She bit down harder, causing the smaller woman to leak a little milk from both her large melons. Laurer gulped down the sweet nectar that was bestowed upon her bite, loving how just like Trish's love juices, it also tasted like fresh maple syrup. If Chyna wanted to, she could keep Trish all to herself and harvest the buxom blonde for maple syrup, that way she wouldn't have to spend another dime at the store for it. She was ill intent on making these puppies hers to cherish and use for the remainder of the night.
The pleasure was so overwhelming for the Canadian beauty, if it wasn't the biting and licking Joanie was doing to her breasts, it was the 10-inch strap-on which she kept on riding like a bull who saw the color red flash before it. "OHHHHHH FUCK!" Trish screamed as she felt Joanie's man-like hands shoot below and grab on to her thicc buns, groping and smacking them just like earlier tonight. It was all beginning to become too much for the former fitness model to handle but she knew if she tapped now, all of her efforts no tonight would've been all for not.
On top of that she was worried what would come of this and if Chyna was willing to keep this a secret or not. She couldn't imagine the pure embarrassment of this ever leaking and getting out to the public, 'Former fitness model turned wrestler is now a lesbian.' While Stratus couldn't really give two shits if her boyfriend Ron found out about this on the news, the sheer thought of her parents and sisters, hell even her extended family finding out about this would break her heart. Especially her sisters who both looked up to her as a role model, being the oldest it was her job to set the benchmark of what a woman should be in this life, and if they found out she was now into women, who knows what effect that'll have on them.
Or hell, her father would have such a hard time grasping all of this it might give him a heartache and that's something Trish could and would not be able to to ever live down. Being her Greek side it was tradition for any woman of Greek descent to get married with a man, or vise versa, and her actions these past few hours went against anything her father ever wanted from her marriage wise. This all gave her even more motivation to make sure that Joanie was completely stratusfied by the end of it. Keeping that in mind she powers through the mixture of pain and pleasure as she closes her eyes, and brings her head down and rides that fake cock at record speeds.
Noticing this change of pace, Joanie stops the breasts biting and begins to thrust upwards herself as she talks dirty to the blonde she was fucking, "Mmmmhhh yeah fucking ride my cock!" She spoke with such lust and hunger, "Fucking ride it good! SHOW ME YOU DESERVE TO BE WOMEN'S CHAMPION! AHHHH!" Chyna yelled as she began to smack toin her lover's fat ass cheeks. *SMACK* Trish, being motivated by this, uses her arms as support on Chyna's shoulders and bounces on that girthy shaft, her pussy juices now leaking and mixing with the saliva lubrication on the toy's length. Her ass cheeks jiggled with each bounce and Joanie was going to use them how she saw fit.
"Mmmmhhhh I love how your fat ass jiggles every time you bounce *SMACK* or when I give it a spank baby girl!" *SMACK* Joanie moaned, while Trish's love juices were clearly already pre leaking, her own pussy was dripping with perspiration underneath the base of the strap-on as it rubbed against her clit with each thrust that she gave and that Trish came down. She truly felt like it was her job to not only satisfy herself in this, but to also satisfy Trish as the busty blonde no doubt giving it her all tonight.
Tonight, Chyna wanted all of Trish tonight, to give her everything tonight, for all they know they might not get tomorrow so they might as well do it tonight. But at the same time, Joanie wanted to also see those thicc buns ripple as she fucked this small tease of a bimbo. As much as she enjoyed having her hands run and feel all over those thicc buns, Joanie wanted to see first hand exactly how they jiggled and bounced off her strap-on. "OHHHH FUCKK AAHHHHHHH YESSS YESSSS JOANIE!" Stratus let out as she felt herself cumming real soon, her snatch now becoming one with the fake cock with each meaningful bounce and thrust shared between them. One could even say they were making love.
Letting gravity do its job Trish allowed her pussy to take all of 10 inches and she couldn't help but let out quite possibly the loudest scream tonight as cummed from places she didn't even know or think would be possible. "OHHHHHHH FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE I'M CUMMMMINNGGGG AHHHH GODDDD JOANIE!" Her orgasm ripped through not just her physical body but her soul as her slit gushed all over the tip of the strap-on, the sweet clear nectar was sliding down the shaft's long girthy length, all the way until it slid onto the base where leaks of it met Chyna's pussy underneath. The 9th Wonder of the World herself didn't cum but she was beyond infatuated and most certainly turned on by the actions that just transpired, heck her younger fiery lover was still bouncing on her strap-on, slowing down with every thrust, but still twitching nonetheless.
Chyna lashed her hands onto those thicc buns once more and aided the small blonde in stopping her rodeo ride, feeling all over her rump and hips as Trish gave her last thrust before falling forward on Joanie's sweat covered body, the Toronto native still impaled to the fake cock. As Stratus' World went lights out temporarily, Laurer then embraced the future Women's Champ as she gave Trish a kiss on the forehead before hugging her smaller frame. There they stayed for a few minutes, Trish completely knocked out while Chyna sat on her couch and pondered about the night that just transpired. There were still at least two more things she wanted to try out with her blonde lover, and both required a bed to fully maximize their experience.
And so with that in mind and as her primary objective Joanie reached down and grabbed Trish by her fat ass checks once more, sliding them down those thicc legs before lashing below and hoisting Mr. McMahon's former mistress and lover. Using whatever levels of power she had left Joanie pushed herself off the sofa and on bare feet once more held her lover close and dear, Trish's face was stuffed between Chyna's enormous breasts which the Playboy cover girl did not mind one bit, in fact she loved the feeling of the Canadian's perfect nose squished all up in there. Stratus herself out of pure instinct wrapped her defeated arms around Laurer's waist, her fingers finding the straps to the strap-on the raven haired Amazonian was wearing.
Stuffed by the 10 inch strap-on, Trish was still in a heavenly state of bliss as Joanie began to slowly walk back towards the bedroom, making sure not to hurt or bump her blonde princess into anything on the way back. Entering the somewhat fresh room Joanie enjoyed the touch of Stratus' still erect nipples brushing against her washboard abs, God only knew how much she enjoyed sucking on those milkers. Making her way to the king size bed the sheets were such a mess but that didn't matter to Joanie, no, the only thing that was on her mind being the woman she was carrying like a parent would for their child.
Now standing by the side of the bed, Chyna slowly got on the mattress with her knees one at a time, making sure to not hurt her Canadian lover as she got to the center of the bed. Once she observed her surroundings she proceeded to lay the busty blonde down in a way that would make Arn Anderson smile as she laid Trish down with quite possibly the most considerate and caring spine buster anyone could have witnessed had there been any watches or witnesses. Upon impact Trish's wide open pussy slid halfway off the toy and the scent of their sex was evident of being down near perminimt in the not so clean white sheets.
Joanie smiled as she saw Trish startle from the impact which caused the bed to shake as the wooden headboard banged off the wall whose wallpaper and paint was totally chipped by now. She then slowly pulled her fake cock out from Trish's now wilted maple leaf as tones of love juice leaked out on the white sheets. Coincidentally this choice of action awoke Stratus from her slumber state and Joanie could only grin devilishly as she stroked her strap-on with her right hand like any man would for their woman before engaging in sexual act. Trish opened her pretty eyes, grinning a weak but considerate smile back as she felt her own love juices drip from the head of the fake cock onto her shaved snatch. Besides the face of her newfound lover, Laurer's humongous melons hanging from above were the other thing which caught the Canadian's attention.
"Hey there hun" began Joanie, still stroking her strap-on as the act turned her on even more of being in total control, "So tell me, just how badly do you want to be Women's Champion?" Trish couldn't believe what she just heard, after all the effort that she gave, from earlier on to the fucking her pussy just took, was that not enough to prove her self worth to the soon departing 9th Wonder of the World? The former fitness model would be lying if she didn't admit she was somewhat flabbergasted, no, disheartened that she pretty much gave all she had and it was still not enough to appease who she thought had feelings for her. What else did she have to do to win Joanie over?!
The Canadian began thinking to herself did Chyna really love her, or was she just using her like any other guy she's encountered for their sexual gratification? To be used and treated like a piece of meat and dump their jissom or in this case womanly fluid in her sacred private holes before getting chewed up after the dirty sex and getting thrown to the curb. She began to feel disgusted with herself when her mind started to work once more, the cogs which power her brain working once more told her that things went too fast, way too soon. How could she be so foolish and such a dunce? All for what? To have a 'guranteed' title shot for a championship she knows she didn't win in the proper and traditional sense?
And then the guilt commenced the more her intelligence took over her once lust filled mind. For a someone who she prided on being a real genuine blonde, she sure made a good dumb bimbo. Besides what her family members might say, what was she going to tell Ron if he ever found out about this? Would he leave her? Become an emotional wreck and call her a dyke who doesn't deserve him? Or worse, physically assault her for admitting even in her somewhat post orgasm clarity that someone else, a woman at that, was a better partner in bed than him? Besides her personal life thoughts of what people at the WWF might call and harass her began to cross her mind and it was all becoming too much for to bare and handle.
How could she respect herself when she didn't respect herself? After all she was the one who threw themselves at the other woman, that's something she couldn't fault or point fingers at Joanie for. Yet she couldn't resist the temptation that the Playboy cover girl emitted, from the genuine smile and those gorgeous blue eyes, yes she had an amazing body but that was just a bonus to the personality and character Laurer had. It all made the temptation hard to refuse in the heat of the moment. And so they undressed to have sex… dirty sex…
In that very moment it might've seemed like minutes have gone by but in reality it was just a span of a few seconds as Canada's own broke down internally, her mental health becoming a bit of a health risk as she played a phrase in her head over, and over again. She should've left her pants on this time, but instead she had to let Joanie dive right in….. let her dive right in her maple leaf… sex has become all Trish knew about Chyna at the juncture, memories of those filthy things that they did.
A sight that would make even the horniest of fans symphysis, Trish Stratus began balling up tears, her eyes becoming a slight shade of pink as she closed them before letting a single tear slip down her beautiful face. She whimpered like the most precious creature anyone could've ever set their sights on, and there she laid defenseless, totally used and naked like any prostitute at a strip club would be left after getting a pay day, except Trish had some dignity left inside of her, most of which had already disparaged and dissipated.
"How…. how could you be so cruel and lie to me….?" Stratus sobbed, her throat now feeling a little swollen as her breathing became sporadic not from getting fucked but from feeling in such a vulnerable and emotional state. The sudden change in mood quickly got Chyna's attention and her frame of mind quickly changed from that of feeling dominant to complete caring. Her smile was replaced by a worried frown with expressive blue eyes, looking at her lover who was weeping between sniffles. Those words drove a knife through her heart, she sighed heavily, letting her head drop momentarily as she let go of her fake cock and used her arms as support over the petite woman from North of the Border.
Seeping the back of her head into the pillow, another strangled her silent sob came from Trish's mouth as she couldn't contain herself. Still having eyes closed another tear rolled down her tanned cheeks, this time she spoke once more in the same deprived manner, "I've…. done everything you said and asked accordingly….. yet after giving you every ounce and fiber of myself, it's still not enough for you?….," She started, lips trembling, Trish gulped as she found the mental acumen to finish her sentence, "I thought we had something special Joanie…. I really did…" As she said this her breathing hitched repeatedly and anything else that she attempted to say came across as almost unintelligible to the 9th Wonder of the World who was feeling just as sad.
"What do you mean baby girl? Trish, I never lied to you….." Joanie started, tears beginning to form in her eyes as well, "You are going to become the next WWF Women's Champion, you already proven to me that you are more than worthy hun… it's just that…" She halted, her voice beginning to sound a little wheezy as she saw the small blonde open her eyes which were now a clear shade of light pink mixed with clear water walls, about to burst any moment. It was becoming too much for Chyna to handle, emotionally when she needed to, she was a very emotional person, only God knows how much she cried when she found out that Paul was cheating on her with the boss' daughter for nearly a year and right about now those types of sentimental feelings were creeping back.
Just seeing the pain in Trish's eyes was enough to cause Joanie complete and utter heartache, her voice couldn't find the right words to finish her sentence so she did what her heart told her head to do, and that was lean down and plant her lips on the Canadian's. So she did, and while Stratus tried to fight out of it ultimately Larner's special touch won her over, and the former manager of T&A was in shut down mode mentally, closing her eyes once more with tears now dried on her face. She couldn't comprehend what was happening to her right now, all she knew was that she very much enjoyed the simple kiss Chyna was planting on her and just like that all of her worries drifted away like nothing.
The sensual kiss seemed to have lasted for hours, but just like anything good, it came to a close as soon as it started. Joanie's entire world had come crashing down as a single tear rolled down her cheek, representing every bit of pain and hurt she'd ever felt in her life. Her only wish at this moment was to have the blonde from Toronto to herself as only she could ease the pain they both shared, only Trish could be the catalyst for her sadness as she was for Stratus and she wasn't about to let that slip away.
"Oh God, I...I'm so sorry…Trish, I love you so much, I'm truly sorry. I love
you!" she cried as the single tear fell from her face, splashing on Stratus' now dried cheeks. The busty Canadian couldn't believe the words that had just come out of Joanie's mouth, she almost didn't want to believe it. Those three letter words embraced the blonde diva like no other mentally and had left her in a more emotional wreck as those simple yet powerful letter conjunctions touched what was her broken heart.
The sad atmosphere had thickened as they once more looked into each other's eyes before Chyna then dived down and began to nibble and suck on Trish's exposed neck area, leaving soft kisses to which the petite woman enjoyed despite the tears still flowing somewhat. Digging her pearly white teeth softly into Trish's neck, proving that this was now her lover, not whoever was her boyfriend as in Launer's eyes she could care less of his identity or mere existence. Something which she genuinely savoured, her mouth leaving hickeys as she bit on her blonde princess' soft tanned neck, while her 10 inch strap-on was now pressed firmly against her wet entrance. And before they knew it, their lips made their way to each other once more as they finally showed how strong their love was for one another with another gentle kiss.
Joanie's own broken heart was mended with that single actual sign of love, after all the events that took place tonight, and all those years after so many times of wanting to and not wanting to. All that Joanie wanted was to be loved. And after wondering if it was right, if it was wrong, it all slipped away into nothing as Joanie slowly opened her mouth and accepted Trish's tongue in and turned the kiss from gentle into passionate like before. Their love was declared at that very moment in time as both divas tasted each other's womanly fluids, having tasted each other's cunt earlier in the night. This was a love made in heaven for both women, making them heated once again.
Joanie finally broke the kiss and knew exactly what she wanted to do next, to prove just how much she loves Patricia and wanting to go the extra mile not just for herself or for this new experience, she wanted to truly know first hand that there was a connection like no other that's been lit leading up to the events of right now. "Mmhhhh I want you to get on your hands and knees facing towards the wall hun."
Toronto's own trembles at the words and the hungry stare Laurer gives her, as if she's a baby Gazelle, staring down a powerful Lioness, who was no doubt ready to pounce on her and devour her whole. But knowing that Joanie finally said that she loved her, she knew that she could trust her. "Yes Cya….." she replies, as the playboy cover girl flashes a smile before getting on her own knees and making her way towards the end side of the bed. However as she does this, Joanie's wandering hand becomes bestowed upon a familiar white pearl belt, remembering that her lover wore it earlier tonight, a kinky yet devious idea crossed the 9th Wonder of the World's mind.
Weakly but with enough heart and will power, Stratus assumed her rightful position. Getting up she turned over, fully exposing her much desired derrière and gett on her hands and knees, ready to get fucked by her partner. However, this wasn't just any of her ordinary partners as tonight's events and earlier activities have proven. Hell, Chyna was more of a worthy partner than Ron could ever wish or hope to live up to, and as far back as that was in the Canadian's mind, the thought still crossed her mind because it was the undeniable truth. On top of that Joanie showed her that being with and sleeping with a woman was far more fun and pleasurable than any man she's slept or had sex with. Trish really had to hold back tears of what were now from pure joy as she looked behind to her right, to see what the Playboy cover girl was doing.
After all, this was Chyna, the fucking 9th Wonder of the World, a woman who made it big in a male dominated business who was now potentially making a crossover not just not to the main stream but in Hollywood. A multi-millionaire, current WWF Women's Champion, Playboy cover girl, and quite frankly the most beautiful Amazonian like woman in the entire world that is slowly stroking that strap-on; which was completely covered in the Toronto beauty's love juices, just sheer moments away from fucking her brains out once more. Stratus whimpers, her body trembles with shy anticipation as Joanie licks her own lips with a toothy grin, who lewdly strokes her fake cock and blows T&A's former valet a kiss with love packed behind it although that was nothing compared to the affection she was about to give this small blonde who was shamelessly on her hands and knees, fat ass cheeks completely exposed.
"Mmmhhh So hun, are you ready to never be the same again?" Laurer began, slowly inching her knees on the bed, the weight of her muscular body making small imperfections into the mattress as she held the pearl belt in her free hand. Never once did she take her blue eyes off her lover, still stroking the toy, a devilish grin crosses her face as she gets a better view of Status' thicc booty. "Ready to prove once and for all you deserve the title?"
If Trish had nine lives, she would've easily have stricken out at least five of them right then and there, in fact she could've already cummed just from Joanie's gaze right now, her body has been acting against her, and telling her to follow along with what she presumed to be the final test. Because at the end of the day, she may have found a new forbidden love in that of Joanie Laurer, Trish still wanted to become Women's Champion, and if doing this last appraisal was her only ticket stopping her from reaching that dream she's had as a young tomboy, since playing with her cousin back home, she was gonna do her damn best to please Chyna and get her guaranteed title victory.
"Mmmhh you're damn right I'm ready….." She bites her lower lips, looking behind once again to look at the Rochester native who pays her no attention as Joanie is transfixed on a certain part of her body, the one part which had been her main target all throughout the night. And because she had already fucked that shaved snatch moments ago, Chyna wasn't at all interested in Trish's wet wilted maple leaf, at least for the time being. For the former MuscleMag cover girl that clearly states how turned on she is by being near the overwhelming beauty, power and dominating presence of the 9th Wonder of the World.
Chyna is wholly focused on her girlfriend's delicious looking backside, particularly that puckered asshole which was between those thicc buns. Much to what Joanie's hopes to be an untouched asshole, as it would make their experience that much more special, not just to remember and look back, but to live in the moment for all that it was worth. However, if it wasn't then oh-well and fuck it. It's still an asshole that Chyna has never fucked or touched up to now, and once she does, it'll be hers forever as she was more than confident of it being a virgin hole by the looks of it.
Still in her situated hands and knees position, Trish decides to tease the larger woman by lowering on her buxom chest and shaking her fat ass side to side, to further entice her lover into doing whatever she wants to it. Just because Trish was the submissive one of their new found relationship, it didn't mean she couldn't exercise and maximize what she wanted being in that role. She wants Joanie to fuck her properly, to spank her jiggly rump, and even dirtier than that... She wants the raven haired Amazonian to shove that 10 inch strap-on deep inside her ass and leave her a fully converted lesbian, a dyke who would only love to suck on one type of cock, that being Joanie's strap-on. God only knew why both her and Laurer were brought together on this unforeseeable night, to explore their sexuality and each other's bodies was just the icing on the cake.
Joanie once more licks her luscious lips as she slowly approaches her prey, now in close proximity she reaches forward to grab Trish's booty as with one hand she situates herself on the king size bed. She then lashes out her other man-like hand with the pearl belt on that voluptuous derrière and gropes the Canadian's thicc rear, causing Trish to moan heavenly to Joanie's ears, "Ohhhhhhhh mmmmhhhhhh…." Launer then spreads those ass cheeks apart to get a better view of her primary objective at hand, her real goal, Stratus' no doubt virgin asshole. Oh how badly she wanted to get right down to business, skip all of this love quarrel and proceeded to shove her face between those fat ass cheeks, and lick that puckered little private hole.
However, Joanie knew that if she did just that, then it would come off as betrayal to her lover in the sense that she'd just get herself off and not for one second think about the former fitness model's pleasure. Instead she wanted to caress and carefully take this one step at a time, show the smaller woman that she did indeed love her as a human being, not just a piece of meat. To continue and slowly ease Patricia into their final fuck session. Joanie will proceed to do something that she's done perhaps only an hour or so prior in the night, and that was lick the Toronto native's pussy. And so not wasting anymore time, she lowers her head and gives that heated aroused area a long lick upwards with her tongue, causing Trish to moan out her name in approval. "Mmmhhh Joanie Ohhhhhhh fuck…." The busty blonde couldn't help but push and drive her face into the dried sweat stained pillows as the playboy cover girl teased and played with her cunt, certain blonde locks sticking to her forehead from all of the sweat and heat created. She gripped on the bed sheets as she felt Chyna lick downwards this time and vice versa in a slow but continued effort.
Licking another woman's pussy was most definitely something a submissive bitch would do in the Diva's locker room, from the day she debuted Joanie made Marlena or as better known by many as Terri Runnels, get down on her knees and eat her out to teach Dustin Rhodes' then wife who the new dominant female of the WWF was. Heck Joanie would know first hand because just about every woman that has ever been employed by the WWF from the years 1997-1999 has had the privilege of getting on their knees and licking her pussy. And although she was with Triple H at the time, Hunter was very open to letting her explore other options just like he did himself with his 'storyline' with Stephanie McMahon which ended up being a bunch of horse shit. Just the mere thought of that rich bratt taking her boyfriend from under her nose had Chyna all fired up again and she unfortunately let all of that hostility out on her girlfriend's glistening slit.
"Ahhhh fuck me….. ahhhh yes….. ohhhhhhh….." Stratus groaned into the pillows. Joanie continues to slowly lick up and down Trish's maple leaf, taking in every single whimper and gasp of pleasure that comes out of her lover's mouth. After a few more seconds of gentle teasing licks, the Amazonian decides to put more effort into giving Canada's Greatest Export the tongue fucking she desired.
"Ohhhhh FUCK, Joanie!" Trish moans out, pushing herself upwards from the sudden change of pace, almost falling down on her face again as Laurer pushes her expert tongue against her wilting maple leaf with more added force. The former bodybuilder then decides to deliberately pull her face away from granting the petite blonde such bliss and spanks Trish's big fat ass with her free hand, watching as the flesh jiggles from the impact. "Mmmhhh yeah you like that baby girl? You like getting your fat ass spanked?" Laurer states, still mesmerized by the jiggle the Canadian's backside made and couldn't resist but give Trish's ass another good hard slap, watching it jiggle once more and becoming totally mesmerized by it.
"Mmmh, I do…*SMACK*..oh fuck yes…*SMACK*…. I…*SMACK*... I need a spanking Cya," Trish says in pure ecstasy, looking back to give Joanie puppy dog eyes, similar to the ones she gave Vince McMahon when he forced her to bark like a dog on live television in front of millions of audiences. That gaze she gave made her pupils dominate most of her eyes as Chyna became lost in those hazel orbs, Laurer with her hands still firmly gripped on that thicc rear end felt that she needed to oblige to the smaller woman's request, however she was gonna do it her way. The Canadian beauty secretly hoped that her lover would slap her ass one more time because of the sensation and excitement she got from it, it's like no other and it just felt so damn good.
"Ohh do you now?" Joanie says as she slaps Trish's ass once more. She just couldn't get enough of seeing those thicc buns jiggle upon impact of her hands smack toining them, "Of course, honey..." Chyna fires back in retaliation to her actions, scooping her arm as she groped that large rump that's been eluding her for the longest time. Trish who was still on her hands and knees, was waving her beautiful bare buttocks in
the air as Joanie rubs her fleshy fat cheeks with both hands, groping her magnificent
backside. Chyna's smile only widens as she uses her strength to have her way with the Canadian's much desired fat ass.
"Mmhhh You've been SUCH a bad girl," Joanie states, letting go of her favorite playthings and leaning forward, sinking her large breasts and chest on Stratus' back. This easily got a moan from both women as the playboy cover girl's fake cock situated downwards between Trish's ass cheeks, gently sliding her cock between the insanely fat yet toned butt cheeks of the captive Canadian. Sandwiching her meat like a hot-dog between those thick buns. She then captures Trish around the neck with the white pearl belt the Toronto beauty had worn earlier, wraps it from the front of her neck before snapping it in place and holds her still from the back like a dog collar.
"Ohhhhh I've been such a bad girl," Trish starts her familiar line, the one she used as part of the storyline with Vince McMahon; before being tugged by the neck with her own pearl belt, Chyna grinned as she pulled once more, having complete control over her lover as she got off Stratus' back, unsituating her strap-on in the process and gave that delicious ass another spank. "Mmmhhh *SMACK* I've been so bad that I deserve a spanking." Trish shamelessly said, not caring how slutty or submissive she sounded as having her girlfriend play with her fat ass was all that she wanted at the moment.
Joanie chuckles. Secretly, she had spent several nights at one point imagining Trish in a similar situation, reciting the exact same line. It brought a deep smile to
her face as she let go of the pearl belt for the time being as it would prove to be useful a little later down the line. The former fitness model wiggles her voluptuous derrière, almost inviting the 9th Wonder of the World to do her bidding. Chyna gladly accepts the offer, pulling back her man-like hand she comes crashing down on Trish's meaty ass with such a vile shot. Trish's flesh jiggles as a result of the impact, only exciting the smaller Diva further.
"Ohhh God…More..." Patricia hollers in complete submission into the sheets and pillows before rising up once again and letting her feelings be known, "I want to feel those hands of yours against my nice round ass!" Not being one to fail to deliver, again, Chyna rears back and slams down on Trish's ass with a full force shot. Toronto's own is propelled slightly forward as her skin ripples with glee from the hard shot. Her
face turns to a lustful snarl, one that would have men all over the world cumminng from the sheer excitement. She opens her mouth, releasing a scream of
absolute pleasure. "MMHHH HARDER!" the petite blonde screams, reaching behind with one arm, slapping her own pink shade tinted ass with the palm of
her hand.
This lit another fire inside Joanie as she knew consciously she had gotten soft ever since Trish began to cry over accusations of her lying to the Canadian women which was untrue. Realizing that she needed to step up her game, Chyna became relentless with her assault on that insanely fat ass. Continually, she bombards Trish's plentiful jiggly backside with fierce hand full shots, bringing forth a deep pink mark that was slowly turning red to the once tan flesh. Each harsh yet tender shot only seems to intrigue Stratus further, as she upped the ante; begging and pleading for a harsher treatment.
"MMMMMHHH *SMACK* I'm such a naughty girl *SMACK* AHHHH GOD I love having my ass smacked *SMACK* MMMHHH HARDER AHHHH!" The former cover girl of Muscle Mag moans shamelessly as Chyna growls, not realizing the stamina and prowess of the young blonde diva despite everything they've been through these past couple of hours. She delivers another sickening shot, sending a resounding *TWACK* echoing throughout the empty bedroom, only the sound of ass getting smacked and the occasional headboard banging off the chipped wall being distinguishable.
"OOOHHHH FUCK MHHHHH!" Trish screams, getting in her elbows and gripping at the sheets once more, shutting her dried mascara eyes as her derrière took more abuse from her girlfriend. Joanie loved the position she was in, very much to the point where she could spend the rest of her life playing with Trish's fat ass, however as much she loved to continue this onslaught, she still had one more test to take care of, business if you will. After all, it was Laurer's decision and consideration whether Stratus deserved to be champion or not, so she was gonna first hand see if the small blonde princess could handle one last session with her. Fact of the matter was that although her cock wasn't real, her clit and pussy were and all of this teasing and smacking had her moist, wet to the point where one thrust against her snatch could make her cum like a dam about to break its water reserve free. The Playboy cover girl really wanted to fuck that asshole which situated right between those redend ass cheeks.
"Yeahhhh, you like that, don't you baby girl?!" Chyna dominatingly questions, delivering another hard shot to Trish's fat abused rump, causing it to jiggle for who knows what number of times, Laurer had lost count a while ago and so had the Canadian beauty for that matter. Trish's heaving pants have quickened, as if she were coming close to an extremely painful yet stratusfying orgasm. Her frame shivers and collapses delicately into the white bed sheets with her ass and legs still in the air. The 9th Wonder of the World, now satisfied with her assault on that Canadian fat ass, runs her hands over Trish's thicc buns as the former valet of Test and Albert laid still.
Trish was more or less knocked unconscious from the spanking she had just endured, she could've sworn she had woken up in the land of milk and honey as she rested for what was in reality a couple of seconds. However, all of those thoughts come to an end when she feels Joanie's tongue on her pussy again and it brings her back to life like a lifeguard had just licked her maple leaf to bring her soul back from flying away to heavenly gates. She wants to-no she NEEDS to cum on Chyna's face tonight as that's one thing the pair of women have yet to try, perhaps even a little 69 action as that will no doubt bring both of them to cum together at their own pace.
Every lick, every kiss from the 9th Wonder of the World has her body shivering in pure desire and pleasure, the way the Rochester native could go from being rough on her to such tenderness in a matter of seconds surprised the buxom blonde. "Ohhh Joanie…. Mmmhhhh right there….." Stratus groans out, finding it harder to keep her upper body held upright as even with her conditioning and background as a fitness model, her arms start to tremble under her weight and her concentration keeps fading away with each passing second.
"Well hun, if you're gonna be Women's Champ, I gotta see how much you are willing to take," Joanie stated, giving that soaked maple leaf of a pussy a small but meaningful kiss, much to the Toronto beauty's pleasure. The larger woman gave a devious grin beforelicking her lips, "When tonight is over... whether you are worthy of being the WWF Women's Champion or not, the outcome won't matter because Trish *SMACK* baby girl, you'll be mine forever." Chyna says, giving that fat ass one last smack and making it jiggle, while she said it in the most sensual and tender way possible. Really it's an ominous threat that goes over the Canadian's head because to Patricia, Joanie had not only confessed her love for her just moments ago, but just now it seemed as if the playboy cover girl had also confessed that she wants to be her girlfriend for not just one night which rattled Stratus' mind a little.
Trish bites down on her lower lip as she finally falls face down, her large melons becoming squished against the mattress as her arms become deflated, the only thing holding her ass up besides her powerful legs were Joanie's man-like hands gripping her hips. "Ohhhhh Cya, I-." Trish catches herself from saying those three special words that are far too soon to say in a relationship, even more so that she still has guilt of cheating on Ron and is currently in a long distance relationship with him. Laurer raises an eyebrow at hearing what the small blonde was about to say, but decides to let it slide as she's getting ready to eat out that quivering maple which was leaking out syrup Canadian juices.
It reminded her of the past, a past that she long wishes to forget as it fills her with complicated feelings and Joanie Laurer doesn't handle complicated feelings like a proper adult would do and in any other situation, she would instead go ham and start pounding another woman's asshole like a crazed animal until she tired herself out, specifically thinking of the man that betrayed her for that rich brat.
"Ohhh Joanie mmhhh I'm about to cum." Trish's words snap Chyna out of her thoughts, making her realize that she was licking her lover's pussy so fast and aggressively. She pulls her face away, she takes a deep breath to calm her nerves as she's seconds away from snapping at Trish who did nothing wrong. "Oh really, do you want to cum?" Chyna asks, bringing her face inches away from Stratus' snatch. She has to remain focused on the objective, and all of her planning.
"More than anything….mmmmhhhh." Trish simply cooed out, making the Amazonian grin cockily as it earns the shorter of the two one long lick that causes Trish's body to shake and tremble as her eyes open in shock like a deer looking at headlights, or in this case a moose because she is Canadian. However unlike previous attempts and licks to her private hole, Joanie licks a lot higher than her pussy, and she actually felt Chyna's wet tongue on her virgin asshole, but only for a second. It convinces her that it was simply a mistake, because someone as high class as Joanie would NEVER lick such a sacred place. Laurer pulls her face away, watching as Trish's asshole quivers in anticipation and need; Joanie in all honesty wants to lick it again, "Then beg for it, and I will let you cum hun." She says dominantly with a smile on her face.
A small smile barring her pearl white teeth, crosses Trish's face despite being on the side of her head face down, "Mmmhhhh Please Joanie, please make me cum mmhhhh." Stratus' plea is not up to par with the begging Chyna usually loves, but it's good enough to earn the Canadian another long lick of her pussy and when the 9th Wonder of the World's expert tongue licks those wet folds, the former fitness model lets out a long moan, the feeling of that tongue's texture licking her pussy was amazing. However when the Rochester native's reaches her asshole, Laurer's tongue stays on it and Patricia is completely speechless right now, it definitely wasn't a mistake. The 9th Wonder of the World has her saliva covered tongue on her asshole, it is an amazing feeling that fries Trish's brain to any thought of logical thinking simply because she doesn't know how to respond or react to this. Chyna being the intelligent woman that she is, notices the change in the room from doing this simple act.
The 3 time Intercontinental Champion pulls her tongue away from Stratus' asshole, making her vocally whine at the loss of touch which is a good sign for the raven haired Amazonian. "Is that okay? If you don't like that kind of stuff, I'll stop hun." Joanie sincerely says, putting on her best understanding tone as she gently touches and rubs Trish's thicc buns to sooth the Toronto's beauty nerves and show her that she isn't here to go too far or rape her. That despite everything that's happened tonight, she was still her partner, her lover for the night and as such she was willing to show a bit of weakness every now and again although her primary objective was to fuck that ass so many men have always wanted to do. They've all probably wanked their johnsons to that idea as well.
"Y-yes, it's just that..." Trish takes a moment to properly calm herself and recollect her thoughts, "I've always had a fantasy of someone playing with my asshole, but I've never had the courage to tell my boyfriend about it. Seemed too gross and he always seemed to just wanna fuck my pussy without asking me how I felt or if he came too early without making me cum." she adds, revealing one of her biggest and deepest fantasies to her lover while throwing her highschool sweetheart under the bridge once again. Chyna has to stop herself from cackling like a Comic Book Villain, although she wasn't far from looking like one. Hell, on the contrary multiple people have told her how she looks like a real life Wonder Woman and could easily be the one to play that role whenever Hollywood and DC decided to make a new one. And if it wasn't that there have been countless who have mistaken her for Xena, a reformed warrior princess from a television series of the 90's. Though to their credit, now more than ever Joanie looked just like the fictional character who was played by Lucy Lawless.
This was all going according to plan, at least the one which Joanie has been more or less making up along the way, and this really couldn't have gone any better as she had Trish right where she wanted her. 'Note to self, never doubt yourself ever again.' she thinks to herself before putting on a fake face of love and concern, though the affection part was genuine. "You never have to hide anything from me hun, I happen to love and lick other women's asses, just ask Terri or any WWF Diva. Heck I loved getting my ass eaten out by Paul, you know before the whole…. Anyways, as I was saying, I think if it is between two consenting adults. It's all okay." Joanie says, as she continues to rub Stratus' large booty with a soothing touch of her hands and digits.
Trish felt like she was about to cry once more and ruin the entire moment, but she just told the women that she's been having forbidden lesbian sex with her deepest and dirtiest desire, and the Amazonian wasn't disgusted by it, not one bit. No, instead, Chyna told her about her own dirty fetish too and it just fills Canada's Greatest Export with so much love and excitement, so much that she found the strength and energy to get on her elbows and still keep her fat ass up in the air. "Well Paul's an idiot for even thinking of cheating on…...Joanie… please….lick my asshole." Trish says, catching herself as she was about to say the wrong thing.
Joanie wasn't stupid or numbed by the situation one bit, however because she was in a much better mood than minutes ago, she decides to let it slide as she's moments away from taking another woman's Anal Cherry, to her credit it's been too damn long since she's fucked an Anal Virgin. The last person she remembers sharing such an intimate moment with was Miss Kitty aka The Kat who was just fired months earlier due to a dispute she had with creative, in fact her husband Jerry Lawler also walked out on the company to protest their decision but the two of them instead of getting their jobs back, left like they were never there.
But the reason why Laurer remembers their moment so well was because it was around the time that Triple H had already gone to do his thing with the McMahon Helmsley storyline and she was paired up with Stacy Carter who at the time had almost no time to be with her husband besides their occasional clash on T.V. Because of this decision the two traveled together to almost every show and they made a strong sister bond with Chyna being the older and larger of the two.
And one night when the two were alone at Carter's hotel room the smaller woman with a fake black wig seduced her, and one thing led to another before Miss Kitty had revealed to Joanie she kept a strap-on herself for her own personal usage. Before they even knew it, Chyna was the one strapped and fucking Kat's tight asshole until the two couldn't go any longer. To Stacy's credit she had a lot of stamina to keep up with the 9th Wonder of the World and since then, Chyna hasn't been with any other women, until tonight. Thus Joanie does what she's wanted to do since she saw Trish debut on Sunday Night Heat, and that is shove her face between Stratus' big fat booty.
Again this might've been another submissive act, but Laurer can't help it. She just loves the feeling of ass cheeks on her face's cheeks, especially fat ones like her lover clearly had. The taste of another woman's asshole and the moans that usually escape their lips, proving that they're more dirty and submissive than she ever could be. "Oohhhhh Ohhhhhhh Cya… mmmmhhhhhh feels soo fucking good…." The former manager of T&A shamelessly moaned, loving how Joanie's face felt being smudged against her backside. Teasingly sticking her expert tongue in and out every now and like a cock Chyna began motorboating between those thicc Stratus buns.
After a few minutes of motorboating Trish's much desired and fantasized ass, she gives her quivering asshole a single lick that causes it to quiver in anticipation and Stratus to let out the most adorable sound she's ever heard. "OHHHHHHH MMMMHHHH!" 'Mmmhhhhh You're going to sound so fucking hot when I'm finally Pounding this tight little hole of yours.' Chyna thinks to herself as she licks Trish's asshole, then she licks it again, and again. Lapping at it like melting ice cream on a hot summer day, although to their credit, the room they shared was far from being cold.
She licks over and over until she's furiously licking her lover's virgin hole, up and down, side to side, and in circles, doing everything in her power to give the former pre-med student a reason to moan like the petite princess that she was. Loving just about every moment of it as her girlfriend's moans get louder and louder, "Ohhhhhhhh Fuckkkkk Mmmmhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhh Yesssssssss…..MMMMMMHHHH!" Trish let's out with such passion, feeling her backdoor get completely soaked with saliva and tongue action, it almost made her eyes become deer in headlights, although if that were the case she'd be looking at nothing but either the loose wooden headboard in front of her or the dirty white sheets and pillows bellow her. Joanie who was totally infatuated with her lover's booty hole kept lapping at it as in her mind the more moans and groans she heard, the better. 'Wow she's such an anal slut!' The Rochester native thinks to herself. A natural anal slut at that, and there's nothing Joanie loved more at that moment than a shameful slut who loved taking it up the butt.
Stratus thought that she must have died and gone to heaven with the next move the larger woman made as the 9th Wonder of the World shoves her tongue up her asshole, as far as her tight forbidden door would allow it. Never in her life would she ever think that the person that would accept her dirty little secret desire would be a woman, let alone Chyna! But then again, what hasn't the playboy cover girl done? That alone makes her the most amazing woman in the world so it shouldn't be so shocking, should it? As Trish gets lost in her thoughts with her brain short circuiting from the overwhelming sensation of having such a wet and delicate organ shoved in her tight passage, Laurer was having the time of her life playing with the ass of her dreams.
Joanie absolutely loves how short her tongue goes into the Canadian's fat ass, it all just means that Laurer has the pleasure of loosening this poor tight little hole to how she sees fit until her girthy 10-inch fake cock will be able to slide into it like butter on a newly bought iron skillet. But for now, she'll take her sweet time stretching it out, after all, she wants to enjoy every split second of this moment as she slowly gets on her washboard stomach and gives that wet asshole one last lick.
Almost as quickly as it started she replaced her tongue with her finger, raising her right arm and hand, shoving it inside the bullseye directly in front of her, making both women moan; Trish moans from the overwhelming pleasure she's enduring from having a digit now shoved up her tight asshole, and Chyna on the other hand moans at the tightness of the blonde's back door gripping around her finger like a snake would constrict its prey under pressure of squeezing.
"Mmmhhhh, so tight baby girl. It feels like my finger will break inside your ass." Joanie says, admiring the view of her index finger disappearing deep inside her lover's booty hole, the saliva she's covered that puckered asshole with proving to be helpful as it aided Joanie in sliding her finger with ease despite her lover's walls gripping at her digit.
All Patricia can do is moan in response, moan as her ass gets sodomized in ways she never thought were possible or ever tried to experiment with herself. Hell it was because of this new experience she was having a coming of age moment as she felt things in this one night that she never felt with any other guy before. Her moans become louder as Chyna's finger explores her asshole, twisting and curling inside of her, getting completely sodomized with those man-like hands as Joanie gives that fat rump another smack with her other hand, causing the flesh to once again jiggle from the impact. *SMACK*
"AHHHHH FUCK!" The blonde princess screams out as Chyna now shoves a second finger inside her tight asshole. She tries her best to maintain composure as she grips at the pillows and sheets in front of her, taking in the mixture of newfound pain and pleasure at once as her entire bottom body half gets completely shafted and played with. "Mmmhhh, gotta make sure you're nice and loose for my cock baby girl." Joanie huskily states as she explores her lover's insides, feeling the lubrication from her saliva seeping inside along with her thrusting digits. At first, there was slight pain for Trish as Joanie shoved the two fingers inside her asshole; but, it quickly became pleasurable the more she shoved her fingers inside her, rubbing her anal passage for a few moments before she started to finger fuck her asshole once more.
"Ohhhhhhhh It feels so good, Joanie…. Mmmhhhh Fuck…" Toronto's own moans out, her loins burning with the total desire to cum with only Chyna's man-like fingers inside her booty hole, brininger her closer and closer to the brinks of orgasm. Laurer licks her lips deviously as she can feel Trish's asshole slowly but surely loosening up, meaning that it was now time for the main event of the night. The time to really put Trish to the test and see if she truly deserved to be the next WWF Women's Champion, and while the blonde beauty had already more than enough shown Joanie that she had what it took, Chyna still wanted to do this since she saw the Canadian's fat juicy ass on T.V. and in a way used Trish's desire to be champion as a way to get her way. Although it does suck balls that besides her clit being rubbed with each thrust she'll give, she won't be able to physically feel how tight her lover's asshole really is, but she remembers that it's still deep in the night, and she has plenty of time to finger this fat booty which has become her favorite plaything over the past few hours.
"Mmmhhh Are you ready to get your ass fucked for the first time?" Chyna asks, gently removing and exerting her fingers from Stratus' asshole, and observing the work she had done on her now shiny dripping fingers. Joanie then shoves them into her own mouth to clean them and the taste was certainly not disgusting as many might think. She couldn't help but let out a husky moan as she tasted her girlfriend's delicious asshole for the first time. "Mmmmmhhhhhhh", Laurer then closes her eyes, imagining she was sucking on the sweetest maple syrup nectar that the land of milk and honey could provide.
Trish on the other hand trembles with excitement as her adrenaline of lustfilled kicks in again, "Mmhhh fuck yes, I'm ready Cya." She says while Joanie, still lost in a world of her own, snaps out of it and on purpose makes popping sounds as she gets her fingers sucked clean, swallowing down the mixture of asshole juices and saliva down her esophagus, imagining it really was maple syrup. Satisfied she gets off her abs and positions herself on her knees behind Trish, this time with her fake cock laying on top of her lover's ass, the tip at least 3 inches in the air as it is situated like a meaty hot dog between those thicc buns.
"What are you ready for?" Laurer asks, thrusting her plastic cock up and down Trish's ass in a teasingly hot way for both women. "Mmmhhh I'm ready for you to fuck my ass….. and show you I'm the next rightful Womens Champion." Trish confidently says, regaining enough strength to be hand standing on her arms like before. Chyna nods her head in response, gripping her thick fake cock to properly place the tip of it against Trish's puckered hole, but instead of shoving it deep inside of her like they both want to happen, the playboy cover girl just rubs her asshole, teasing her little girlfriend with the now semi-dried toy which was getting lubed by the tip with the juices on the Canadian's hole.
"Beg for it." Joanie commands, continuing her teasing movement and rocking her hips back and forward, just loving how her strap-on looked between those fat ass cheeks, Trish easily put Miss Kitty to shame when it came to derrière size that's for damn sure and it was no secret why Trish was such a bright target for men everywhere.
Thankfully however she doesn't have to wait long, although she does prefer to fuck a woman who likes to pretend that she isn't a shameless anal loving whore. "Mmhhhh Please fuck my ass, please! Mmmhhh I want you to take my anal cherry, something my boyfriend was too pussy to do…. Mmhhhhhh yeahhhhh I want to cum with YOUR COCK UP MY ASS JOANIE!" Trish screams at the top of her lungs, shouting out her carnal desire with no shame of once again bringing up Ron's piss poor performance when it came to the bed, as Chyna won't judge her… Yet at least.
Joanie's grip on her fake cock tightens as she holds it still against her lover's virgin tight hole. She takes her time pushing the tip of her cock into Trish's asshole, enjoying the gasp and grunts escaping the former mistress's mouth as Laurer proceeds and in taking away her girlfriend's anal cherry. "Mhhhh yeah…All mine, you're all mine baby girl." The Amazonian mutters huskily underneath her breath, a statement made not just of lust, but of genuine love and affection for the young blonde. Trish despite being in such a state of bliss heard her, and believes that Joanie meant it in a loving manner which was the undeniable truth.
"Oohhhhh I'm all yours, Mmmhhhh." Trish replies through her groans and moans, and grunts as the 9th Wonder of the World continues to slowly push her fake cock deep inside her asshole. Chyna then lashes out and grabs a hold of the Canadian's hips when her black plastic cock was about half way inside of Stratus' welcoming asshole, lubrication of her saliva proving to be useful in this venture.
As the strap-on sodomized and expanded that tight tunnel of love, Trish had to bit down on her lower lip as the the girth and length of having 10 inches of plastic made cock go and practically leave her back door a mess when it was all said done kept the Toronto beauty from wanting to not moan like the anal slut that she was in that moment. God she had never felt anything this large or lengthy inside of her ever! About any guy's dick wouldn't even compare to the monster her lover had strapped around her waist, and as said before, it was easily twice to three times in length to that on Ron's member. But she couldn't dwell that long with those thoughts as she felt the bigger woman's muscular hips clash with her backside.
When Laurer hips finally touch her lover's, she couldn't help but use this new predicament to her advantage and slides her hands around Trish's bent body. Leaning forward Joanie's enormous tits squashed on top of her captives back and at the same time runs her hand up the small blonde's voluptuous body, grabbing her large hanging jugs from below, earning a yelp of a moan from Torpnto's own.
"I'm all the way inside, how does it feel to have a real cock up your ass?" Chyna asks, pinching both of Stratus' erect hard nipples and giving them a nice twist to add the icing delight on the cake. God knew if she really wanted to, Chyna could stay in this position for hours on end, with the knowledge of being balls deep inside the Toronto beauty's asshole, and groping her world famous puppies, she wished this could've have lasted for a few more minutes but Chyna knew that if she didn't continue on now, she'd possibly lose control of being the dominant one and that could not happen, not now.
"Oooohhhhh Mmmhhhh It's everything I've ever wanted, Joanie mmhhhhh fuck….." The former cover girl of MuscleMag felt so complete right now, she has the top woman of the WWF inside her ass with her arms wrapped around her frame. She knew Joanie was testing along with her to see if she had what it took to become the next WWF Women's Champion and at this point Trish was willing to do whatever it took to get that opportunity and run with it. If it ment having to fall in love with the women who was leaving said company and have forbidden lesbian sex with her? Then so be it. She was gonna do anything for the title, yet in the back of her mind, the only thing Stratus truly knows is that this is only the beginning of the their final chapter together in what will be the best sex she's ever hand hands down.
After spending a few moments squeezing and pinching her large tits, Chyna pushes herself off Trish, grabs at her hips again and straightens her back, flexing those hard working muscles in her traps and lats. It was time for Trish Stratus to learn why they really nicknamed Joanie Laurer the '9th Wonder of the World'; it is time for Joanie to fuck Trish in the ass so goddamn hard that the petite blonde will have to reconsider whether she was bisexual or infact a fully converted lesbian. Hell, she'll have to live with the fact that she had to screw someone like always to get what she wants and in this case, that was challenging Launer's authority for the coveted Women's title.
And so Joanie starts to slowly pull her fake cock out of Trish's tight ass, watching as that once tight tunnel of love has now become an unconfined hole that had covered her strap-on's girth with love juices and saliva mixture. Her blue eyes took in the moment as if the world all around stopped turning and moving forward with time. Totally transfixed on what she had full control over the former bodybuilder then shoves it all the way back inside once she's half-way out. To her surprise Trish didn't moan from this, rather it seemed as if she's been holding it in with no reaction, although Laurer couldn't be sure as she had no direct view of the small blonde's pretty face.
Wanting to hear her lover's dream like moans once more, she repeats this process again, picking up the pace every time her hips collide with the Canadian's meaty behind until she is full on butt fucking the petite blonde into anal inaliation. Had this been any other woman, Chyna was sure they would have tapped a long time ago, she was quite impressed by Status' stamina and endurance, especially when the woman from the Great White North put all of her mind to it. Thus it doesn't take long for the first moan to escape her lover's lips, as she proves herself without question to be the most natural butt slut Launer has had in a little over a year's time. "Ohhhhhh fuckkkk mmmhhhhhh yeahhhhh!" The former manager of Test and Albert groaned as she felt her backdoor get absolutely obliterated with each thrust.
"Mmmmhhhh That's right, moan for me. Moan like the dirty little butt slut you are hun! Mmmhhhh" Joanie continues to pick up the pace, the sound of the bed springs going off under the king size mattress, the headboard now making noticeable dents into the once paint chipped wall, Laurer swore she'd have to make a good excuse first thing tomorrow when the manager took a look at her room.
The sound of skin slapping, her rock solid hips colliding with Trish's thicc buns fills the whole room along with the shameful moans escaping the former fitness model's lips. Chyna truly loved clapping those fat ass cheeks because she knew she was the first one to ever do it to this butt slut, all the evidence from the tight asshole to the way Trish spoke about it, it all added up.
Stratus thought getting fucked in the ass would be good, but not THIS damn good. It's a shame Ron had to be such a wuss about it and not getting to enjoy this special moment with her, HELL, he is probably asleep already, having dreams of who knows God what. All that Trish knew was that Chyna was being more of a lover than he ever could, not one second or moment had she been selfish about cumming like him and his limp dick that couldn't even go past two minutes in a single session before it blew up the little cum his testicles could produce.
Everytime she thought about it, she couldn't help but smile as she felt the answer to her problems pushing all of those worries and thoughts away. Trish in all honesty could get butt fucked all day, every day, in just about every position imaginable to the human mind, and she wants it all to be with her new beloved girlfriend Joanie who actually knew how to pleasure and take cake of her like a loving partner would.
Chyna with such control and feeling in such a heated state reaches forward with one hand and grabs the loose end of the pearl belt that's been clamped around Trish's neck for a little over a while now, she yanks the jewel belt back in her typical sadistic fashion, causing Toronto's blonde princess to yelp as her neck and hair get pulled on like a dog on a leash and she chokes for a second. "Mmmhhhh fuck I own this fucking ass, YOUR ASS BELONGS TO ME!" Joanie screams at the top of her lungs, losing herself in the pleasure of butt fucking another woman, even more so knowing it's the woman that fans would've had wet dreams over being in the position she was currently in, taking Trish to places the Canadian has never been in. Revealing her true self to her lover could have easily backfired from the very beginning of their fierce and passionate night, but her sensual demeanor and roughness only turns on Trish even more.
"OHHHHHH YES!….. MMMHHHH YOU OWN MY ASS! MMMHHHHH MY ASS BELONGS TO YOU!" Stratus screams and lets out as her inner waterfalls begin to shackle and break from the inside, thrusting her own fat ass against Laurer's powerful thighs and hips, trying to match the rapid rhythm thrusting that the playboy cover girl is giving to her. Trish grits her teeth as she tries to hold in her screaming moans, looking down at the sweat that was currently dripping from her forehead onto the sweat stained sheets of the bed, her own body along with Chyna's, all covered in hot sweat from their steamy love session.
When Joanie notices this, she stops moving temporarily which makes Trish groan with a questionable tone as to why the 9th Wonder of the World stopped her dominance. That's when Joanie then starts to churn her hips right into the deepest part of the Canadian's tight loose bowels with force like no other. She also slaps Trish's voluptuous fat ass, "Mmmhhhh And don't you EVER FORGET IT!" Chyna yells as she gives that delicious voluptuous cake that was now a slight shade of red from the abuse another hard slap, making the flesh jiggle once more before she resumes fucking her lover's thicc cusion like buns, but this time she is able to do it at the same pace as Trish is thrusting her fat ass back into her fake cock.
The Toronto beauty's moans become more frantic, her loins start to burn with the desire to cum right then and there from the brutal butt fucking she was taking like the woman that she is, but it was then the former T&A manager realizes that she cannot just cum without permission from her lover. She very well could have but being well aware of her current position and knowing her place in this ass fucking, she couldn't help but be a submissive butt slut.
"Ohhhh God, Joanie mmmhhhh please…. may I cum?" Trish moans out, clenching her toes and fists on the messy sheets to stop the overwhelming desire to squirt her dripping maple syrup all over Joanie's now dried sweat and cum bed sheet. The adrenaline that was currently running through her firey body was the only thing keeping her going as she had most definitely gone through her energy reserves a long time ago, who knew how long she had before that adrenaline rush wore off and she became knocked out like Mike Tyson just struck her lights out in the squared circle.
Hearing this, Chyna leisurely but steadily slows down her humping movements, and tightens her grip on those fat hips when Trish instinctively thrusts her ass back into her fake cock to stop herself from making her cum on accident. While it's true that in the past Joanie could be her usual cruel bitch self when she doesn't get things how she wants, however; in that very moment she wants to fuck her petite blonde captive, to leave her asshole gapping and mark her territory, and show her who wears the pants in their one night stand and perhaps if things grow further more their new found relationship. She wants to fuck her mind until it becomes a melted mush where the only thing that goes through Stratus' mind is her 10 inch strap-on cock, she'll deny her an orgasm later.
"Good girl, Mmmhhhhh well trained sluts get to cum." Joanie says as she starts to drill her girlfriend with just a fraction of what she has, but even a fraction of effort is still better than any wannabe tops in the Diva's division. Ivory and Lita are the first that come to mind, but truth be told Joanie had already tried her fun with Lisa who was a respectable woman that only got to third base with. Amy on the other hand, well if this whole thing with Trish turns out to be a win-win scenario for her and Stratus, and the Canadian gets her guaranteed title victory, then perhaps she'll try her luck with the high flyer, only time will tell how that will go and turn out if she chooses to set her eyesight on Lita next since Dumas all had quite the reputation of fucking women in the lockeroom.
But for now, she had Canada's Greatest Export right where she wanted her, right in front bent over and her toy balls deep inside of that delicious cake of an ass. And it's enough to get Trish moaning like the little butt slut she is, "I fucking own you, YOU'RE FUCKING MINE!" Chyna screams as she continually pounds away at the former fitness model's booty hole, not even close to cumming herself as she's been able to build stamina throughout their long steamy session together.
"MMHHHH I'M YOUR BITCH, I'M ALL YOURS!" Patricia squeals at the top of her lungs, she grips at the bedsheets as she feels her orgasm slowly approaching and the euphoria of it allis so powerful it has her blurting out things she shouldn't have said. "OHHH GOF MMMHHH OHHH FUCK I LOVE YOU SOO MUCH JOANIE, MMHHHH I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" Toronto's own shouts passionately, her voice echoed across the empty rundown bed room as she squirts her maple syrup all over Joanie's bed and mentally transfers herself to cloud nine.
The 9th Wonder of the World's eyes widen in shock, although that shock is quickly formed into a wicked grin. 'Ah hah so She in fact does LOVE me, that is very much perfect.' Joanie thinks to herself as she continues to fuck her lover's prone body, through orgasm and orgasm as she contemplates on releasing her built up love jucies from her squirting strap-on, but Trish's confession of unconditional love has her thinking of doing it in a more intimate way.
And so slowly but lovingly Joanie pulls her fake cock from the deep bowls of her girlfriend's penetrated and gaping asshole, that tunnel of love now destroyed and left used. The former valet's mind is still a blur, her entire body is numb to the point where the adrenaline has affected her that badly, but she knows that Chyna has pulled her fake cock out of her asshole and it's a terrible feeling not having that wonderful strap-on, balls deep in her ass. Then Trish realizes what she just said while she was cumming, and her face burns with a shade of embarrassment the realization settled in. "Uh, Joanie….. I didn't mean, well I do, but…" Stratus starts to stumble all over her words, but despite what she thought, Joanie just smiled at her from behind.
"Trish…. baby girl, please get on your back and spread your legs for me." Laurer says in the softest tone, slowly getting off the bed to allow Trish the space to reposition herself. 'Maybe she didn't hear me.' Canada's Greatest Export thinks to herself as she slowly turns around, using whatever strength that adrenaline rush was giving her. She looks at her hot sexy Amazonian Goddess, the sweat dripping down her entire body, the love juice covered strap-on in full view; she looks away when Chyna slowly gets on the bed once more, the weight of her 200 pound body of pure muscle on the mattress was felt and even more leisurely crawls up the Toronto beauty's body.
"Hey, look at me beautiful." Joanie says, gently pushing Stratus' head forward so that she can stare lovingly into her hazel eyes. "I love you too…." Joanie says, in the most sincere way possible and damn! Joanie is going to be an amazing actress when she officially leaves for Hollywood and hangs up her boots because Trish was totally buying into it.
"Mmmhhhh … I love you too!" Trish says, on the verge of crying her emotions out as Joanie leans down and plants a loving passionate kiss on her luscious lips. At that moment and time Ron was non-existent to her, so was any other man or male for that matter, the Toronto beauty has ever been with. No other person's touch or sensuality could match that of Joanie's as proven tonight, and quite frankly the Canadian fox couldn't help but fully accept this. Whether it was destiny or by accident, it didn't matter, all that the former MuscleMag cover girl wanted was to be with her new found lover.
Trish from pure primal instinct, wraps her arms around Chyna's neck, unable to believe that her love has been returned so quickly despite it all. If this is truly a dream, one where she had reached the destination and providence of the land from which milk and honey comes, Stratus never ever wants to wake up again. Chyna feels that she's made her point and eventually pulls away from her lover, grabbing her fake cock with her right hand and bringing it to the formally unfucked gaping asshole of Trish Stratus.
"So…..Are you ready for one more Ass pounding?" Joanie asks, licking her lips as she knows the answer to her cheeky question already. "Yes Cya….." Patricia states, lifting her legs up higher to give Laurer a better angle to ass fuck her. She gives Stratus a warm smile as she leans forward and pushes her fake cock into her girlfriend's asshole for a second time tonight, but this time she has a clear view of the pleasure on Trish's face as her toy cock slowly enters her gaping ass with such ease.
It almost seemed so natural the way it was able to fit and slide through her walls, completely going all the way until she was balls deep once more like any other man would be. When she is fully inserted, Trish wraps her thicc legs around her waist and smiles lovingly at her good friend, or her girlfriend, or her lover? Their relationship status would definitely need defining, but Chyna could wait as she had her much desired barbie princess right where she wanted.
"Mmhhhh I love you Trish." Chyna says with a passion as she starts to slowly starts to move her strapped hips back before thrusting back in, fucking the buxom blonde with her fake cock, never breaking eye contact with her lover's hazel innocent loving eyes. "Ohhhhh…. I love you too Joanie…..." Stratus moans out, running her hands up and down Laurer's powerful and muscular arms as she's butt fucked for the second time in a row, only this time, Trish knew for sure that Joanie was in what would've been her boyfriend's position in their sex sessions. Except of course, the Amazonian had the intestinal fortitude and literal balls to fuck Trish in the ass unlike Ron and his lack of skills and safe thinking, not to mention as said before he always did come up short in the size department, something which Joanie most definitely had.
At first this new position started as more of a chairing, loving ass fucking, soft and gentle as the two women stare into each others gorgeous eyes as two lovers deeply in love would, the window to their souls. Had it been possible their souls, not just their bodies intertwined at that very moment, like two bright flames coming together to form an even larger one full of pent up energy, desire and most of all, love for one another. Every time Joanie thrusted with such affection Trish dug her nails into the muscular arms of the raven haired Amazonian, taking in the intoxicating feeling of having her post private hole get absolutely brutalized in the most sentimental and loving way.
Toronto's own moans from the pleasure of Joanie's girlcock rubbing her anal passages while Chyna herself is moaning from the strap-on rubbing her now throbbing clit, After a full hour of being teased by thrusting the toy against her clit, Joanie could almost cum from it and that absolutely could not happen.
Chyna, the 9th Wonder of the World cumming from a gentle fucking? As if she's that woman anymore-NO, she was never that woman, she was always a strong and confident woman who didn't need a man to pleasure her when she herself could do it all on her own with women she deemed to be worthy of her time. That mentality has been glued and stuck to her brain ever since she strapped on this 10-inch plastic cock which she was in full control of, she's become one with it if you will. Memories of her past lover fills her head with complicated emotions, which causes her to take it out on Trish's poor asshole much to the gladden Canadian who welcomed it.
The former T&A manager moans at the sudden change of pace, while gentle butt fucking is great, there was absolutely nothing like a hard ass fucking from the woman she loves. "Bitch, I fucking own you. Mmmhhhhh You're mine…." Joanie mutters as she furiously tries to fuck her emotions away, trying to forget the man who broke her heart. "I'M YOURS AHHHHH GOD I'M YOURS FOREVER!" The petite blonde princess moans out, completely unaware that Launer isn't even thinking of her at the moment.
The strap-on continues to rub against her clit with each thrust she gives, and Joanie tries to fight it for as long as she can, but she finally has enough and she cums at the same time as the woman beneath her. "AHHHHHHH FUCK OOOOHHHHH MYYYY GODDDDDDD JOANIE!" Trish screams the loudest she's had tonight as her maple leaf gushes with syrup love juices, so much that she was able to develop a new skill of squirting from the overwhelming ass fuc king and squirt it upwards directly onto Chyna's washboard abs, something the Playboy Cover Girl loved the feeling of. The small patch of brunette shaved hair above the Toronto beauty's pussy was drenched in juices, and although Joanie had since seen it earlier that night, she knew for a fact that Trish wasn't a true blonde for that reason alone. Why else would her Punic hair be brunette if she had blonde hair? Unless the former MuscleMag Cover Girl dyed her pubic hair brunette but who would do such a thing? No, but just like everything that's happened tonight, Chyna welcomed it with open arms. She too had to let out a powerful yell as her pussy also surged with her own powerful orgasm, "OHHHHH YEEAAHHHH YOU'RE MINEEEEE BITCH MMMHHHH I'M CUMMINGGGGGG BABY GIRLLLLLLL AAHHHHHHH!"
Both women cum with an orgasm so powerful that the bed frame shook from their combined force, the now loose headboard, from all of their fucking had now literally made a sizable hole in the wall, thankfully it lead to a room which wasn't currently being occupied by anyone so Joanie didn't have anyone to answer to. As she came hard she felt the base of her fake cock get completely soaked in her own love juices, although that was something that made the moment that much more special. Knowing that the two had cummed together once more like earlier tonight when they rubbed their pussies together intimately. She kept pounding away at Trish's brutalized asshole ever after she had no more to give and completely collapsed on top of her girlfriend, and it's not until a few moments later she finally stops to catch her breath and soak in the moment.
The two women just lay there, slowly coming down from their orgasms as their heated and sweaty bodies cool down their fiery souls and the rush of adrenaline the two had felt all throughout. Trish gently runs her delicate hand through Chyna's raven hair, while Joanie soley remembers the past. Her newly found lover running her delicate fingers through her hair isn't helping her, so knew she needed to regain some level of dominance in the bedroom once more, being the dominant woman that is.
So Joanie reaches down between their flaming hot bodies and places her hand on the base of her fake cock, grasping at the two soft rubber balls which were supposed to imitate a man's balls, and squeezes the fake balls on her strap-on which contains clear white liquid that stimulates a man's cum, as she did this the white substance got shot up the long hard shaft and squirted right into her lover's loose bowels.
Trish trembles at the sudden cold feeling being shot inside her asshole, not being able to do anything about it as she lays there with no energy left. Joanie grins into Stratus' soft neck, "Mmmmhhh….You're mine." Chyna growls into her ear, grinning a devilish smirk as she just marked her territory, thus Trish Stratus' ass will be hers forever and she will use it however she wants or sees fit.
"Oohhh God mmmhhh I'm yours forever….." Trish whispers softly, kissing the top of Joanie's head. The Playboy cover girl then pulls out of her girlfriend's ass, the strap-on complex covered in Canadian syrup juices, clear white liquid from her fake balls, and lays next to her, welcoming her into her arms. Trish, using whatever she has left in her will, gladly lays her head on Joanie's shoulder and she smiles when the larger woman wraps her man-like arms around her petite frame.
Their bodies had no more to give now. Joanie now totally, and sexually satisfied, as well as devoid of any energy, There she laid down next to her lover, strap-on still around her waist. She had reached over and wrapped her arms around Trish as if she were a small child, holding her close to her naked body with her hand sheepishly heading south and groping those thicc buns. She then decided to find out the final results of their long session, to see if the Canadian's even remembered why they started all of this to begin with.
"Soooo….How have tonight's events made you feel…. about your… conflict?" Joanie asked the way she was talking, proving she had given the Toronto beauty all she had to give. Trish replied in such a tired manner, not even looking up and back at her, "I gave you my all tonight, that's what I'll give in the ring…." Joanie smiled, "Well, if that's what you're giving the fans, they won't be able to walk for at least an hour…." The 9th Wonder of the World hesitated, "And… what happens to us?"
Stratus snuggled closer and simply stated with a warm smile on her face, "What men?" Chyna then kissed Trish's forehead, and the two WWF Divas fell fast asleep in each other's arms. Having ended one another's conflict and being happy with how their conflict ended. With not only Trish getting the guaranteed title reign she's always wanted since debuting in the WWF, but her and Joanie had found love in the wolrd for one another, within each other's hearts and souls.
THE END