Author Note - Ok guys second Chapter. I hope you like. I may do a little reposting, I'm not sure. Please R&R! As always, I own nothing and no-one!

"You saw his what?" Amy Dumas (aka Lita) screeched over the din of the nightclub.

"Don't make me say it again!" Trish wailed. She and her best friend Amy, along with her other girlfriends Lisa (Victoria) Candice Michelle & Melina Perez, had decided tonight was going to be a party night. Having spent the first part of the night in Lisa's dressing room and getting dressed up the girls had hit the town for an evening of girl-only fun. Currently huddled in the corner of an overcrowded bar, the five women exploded with laughter as Trish had recounted her 'meeting' with Randy earlier today. Still laughing, Trish sipped at her 'Slow, Hard, Screw' cocktail as Amy looked on in disbelief.

"You've been spying on Orton in the showers? T, I had no idea you were that desperate for some loving!" Amy shook her head as Melina exploded into a fir of giggles.

"It wasn't like that! I just need to shower, and there he was…and 'it' was. Oh god, I honestly thought I was going to die of humiliation. I just couldn't stop…"

"Staring?" Candice offered.

"Gawping?" Lisa snorted.

"Perving!" Amy grinned.

"I was doing no such thing!" Trish protested, unable to hide the smile of her own.

"What was it like?" Melina chirped.

"What was what like?" was Trish's confused response.

"You know…his thing…"Melina blushed furiously, causing Lisa to snicker like a school boy.

"Oh come one Melina! You can't possibly be shy about this shit! I've heard the filth you've screamed when old Johnny boy is banging you like a bard door. Oh! Oh harder Johnny! Stretch me! Fill me! Make me a woman!" Lisa playfully mocked. All five women slipped into hysterical again, Lisa being the first to regain her composure long enough to finish the original line of questioning.

"What she wants to know, Patricia dearest, is how much junk is the Legend Killer packing? For example, if he stuffed you like a Thanksgiving Turkey, would you be doing the John Wayne walk for a month?" The group of women burst into screeched laughter, Candice leaning forward clutching her stomach.

"My god Lisa! Do you need to be so graphic?"

"Please Candy, we were all thinking it. I bet Randy has split a few ring sluts in his time!" she added before laughing again. Trish, screwing her face in disgust, playfully punched Lisa on the arm.

"Well, it was…nice. It was…well, this might be the cocktail talking, but it was…beautiful. Like the nicest one I've seen."

"Length? Girth?" Amy questioned.

"Let's just say they grow them big in Missouri." Trish managed before descending into giggles. Ware that the five were probably drawing attention to themselves, Trish found herself unbothered. She loved these night out, when it was just the five of them. No men, no concerns, just smut and alcohol. Dabbing at the tears threatening to spill from laughing so much, Candice turned to Melina.

"So come on Melina. What's new with you and Johnny?"

"What do you mean?" Melina countered, not wanting the attention focused on her.

"You know, how is the sexual side of the relationship? Is he as athletic in bed as he is in the ring?" Blushing, Melina became deathly quiet.

"Oh come on girl! Spill!" Candice commanded.

"I…he…well…he's talked about including another person." was the timid reply.

"Fuck!" Lisa spat.

"A threesome?" Amy exploded with incredulity.

"Yes. Is that normal?" Chewing on her bottom lip, Melina was frightened of the answer, looking to her friends for support.

"That depends." Lisa offered diplomacy.

"On?"

"Well, who we wants to add. If its another guy, it could raise some eyebrows…Melina?" The five went silent as all attention focused on Melina. Her voice came out as a strained whisper.

"He did suggest…Paul London." All the other girl's jaws dropped in abject shock. Wincing in shock, Melina held their gazes for only a moment, before she creased into hysterical laughter.

"Gotcha!" Breathing a sigh of relief, the girls joined Melina in the laughter. Jumping off her stool, Trish grabbed Melina's hand.

"Come on girls! Let's skank it!"

Resounding 'whoots' and cheers echoed out from the group as the five beautiful Diva's made their way to the centre of the dance floor, just as the opening chords of "Push the Button" by the Sugababes thumped out of the speakers. Trish, in a stunning backless, strapless black dress raised her hands above her head, hips tossing back and forth in perfect timing to this electro-pop song. Amy, who had her back up against Trish's back, began to wind her hips in time with Trish's. Smiling, Trish matched her friend's hip thrusts, grinding up against her much to the enjoyment of the males on the dance floor. The pair continued the dance as the song continued. Lost in the beat of the music, Trish barely had time to regain composure as Amy suddenly Amy moved, removing Trish's centre of balance. Barely managing to stay upright, Trish span around to see a retreating red-head dodging her way through the crowds. Looking past Amy, Trish could see why she had taken to a run. A group of the male superstars from the company had just entered the club. Adam Copeland (aka Edge), Chris Masters, David Batista, John Cena, Johnny Nitro and Kenny of the Spirit Squad were all making their way to the bar, with Amy and Melina in hot pursuit of their respective boyfriends. Shaking her head, a smile on her lips, Trish noticed movement out of the corner of her eye at the entrance of the club. Coming in through the doors, and causing one hell of a commotion was Randy Orton. And he wasn't alone. Under each arm was a stunning buxom brunette. Trish recognised on of the girls as a production assistant of some sort from Raw, but didn't know the other girl. The trio were making their way to the back of the club to do god knows what. Tutting, Trish turned her attention back to the dance floor and getting her groove on.

Trish was flagging. It was a little after 2am, and the day's training, combined with hours of dancing and alcohol consumption had finally caught with her body. The club had emptied considerably since the earlier evening. Indeed, it was now only Trish and a handful of others left on the floor. Her dancing had slowed considerably as her arms hung loosely above her head. Melina and Amt had headed to the hotel with their respective boyfriends, and Candice had moved onto another club with a guy she had met. Lisa had left earlier because of an early morning press conference. Or was it a signing? Fatigue was now clouding Trish' judgement as much as the alcohol dulled the senses. The baseline of the music seemed to have thrall over Trish's feet, sweeping her away into its hypnotic arms. Gently, both eyes fluttered closed as Trish surrendered to the tired Nirvana. She was so lost to the music, that she didn't know Randy Orton was there until she span into his arms. Engulfed in his tantalising cologne, she tried to look into his eyes.

"Hey there baby girl." With each word Randy's lips brushed again her ear.

"Randolph…you appear to have…your beefy hands on my waist."
"And what have I got against your ass?" Trish stiffened, feeling Randy's crotch pressing against her from behind. Awkwardly, she turned to face him. Trish glared into the face of the smiling Orton.

"What? You weren't complaining this morning in the shower, were you baby?" He smirked.

"My name isn't baby…it's Trish…"was her drawled reply.

"Miss Straus if you're Nasty?" Randy quipped. Bursting into a fit of over the top giggles, sinking further into Randy's arms.

"You're drunk."

"A little bit." Trish managed.

"You know," Orton began, gently wrapping his arms around Trish's waist, pulling her closer into his arms. Dipping his head closer, his lips rested an inch away from her. Fighting the desire to ensnare her soft pink mounds in a deep kiss, he continued on, "in this state, any hungry predator could easily have his way with you."

"No…they couldn't…"Trish smiled, deliriously drunk.

"Why not? What's to stop me from having you baby girl?"

"Because…"Trish licked her lips gently, "I'm Trish fucking Stratus." And so she was, valiantly remaining defiant till the end…which actually came more quickly than she had anticipated, as she slipped into unconsciousness. Her blonde head dropped against Randy's chest as the club faded from view.