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Author's Note: I teased you in chapter 1 and toyed with you in chapter 2. So for those of you who have read my stuff before, get ready. For those of you who have never read my stuff before, go get a change of underwear ready. This chapter is going to be no disqualification, no countout, falls count anywhere. I don't know if any of you have been around long enough to remember Eric Bischoff's stint in WWE. But he left one lasting legacy in his wake. Hot Lesbian Action. HLA.
The Squared Circle
Chapter 3
HLA
In the 14 years of The Circle's existence, only five women could claim leadership of the club. On this April afternoon, three of them sat in Mickie's apartment. Each of the women brought something unique to the table in terms of how they related to the other Divas. Stephanie had the presence. The fact that she was a McMahon gave her a built in aura that made even the strongest Divas a little intimidated. Stephanie turned the mild intimidation into a subtle seduction that never failed to achieve its objective. Mickie was the quiet yet insatiable tempest. She was the one that you never saw coming but when she got you, you were consumed. Mickie's initiation of Kelly Kelly was so overwhelming physically and emotionally, both women wept in each other's arms after it was finished. Layla possessed an infectious energy that makes people match her energy. Kat found out firsthand five years earlier in DC. Mickie found out during her initiation of Layla earlier that same year. Mickie figured that she would have a nice, easy pushover fuck with Layla. What Mickie found was a woman that pushed her to her physical brink. At the end of their encounter, Mickie wondered who initiated who. It was that Layla that Mickie was expecting to take The Circle to another level. Instead, she was confronted by a much different Layla.
"Lay, what's wrong?" Mickie asked softly.
"I'm gun shy." Layla said. "My girls were my comfort zone and they're all gone."
"There was kind of a mass exodus out of Dodge." Mickie said. "But still, there is some grade-A talent there. I mean the Bellas, Kaitlyn, AJ, Alicia (Fox), the list goes on." Mickie paused. "There's no one to help you?" Layla shook her head.
"I would but…" Stephanie started.
"No. I wouldn't expect you to." Mickie cut her off. "Wait. Brie is in. What's her deal?"
"Ever since she started dating Bryan, she's been a ghost." Layla said, referring to Brie's real-life boyfriend, Bryan Danielson aka Daniel Bryan.
"Okay. Who else have you got?" Mickie asked.
Layla paused and dropped her head briefly before lifting it. "That's it. Just me and Brie."
Mickie looked at Layla and sighed then appeared to drift off into thought. Layla took her silence for anger and quickly set out to apologize.
"Mick, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to let you and Trish and Amy and…"
"Shhh." Mickie put her finger to her own lips to quiet Layla. "I'm thinking." Mickie's wheels turned for a moment or two more before her eureka moment was at hand. "I got it!" She said before standing up and going to retrieve her cell phone.
"What?" Stephanie inquired. "What's your brilliant 'aha!' idea?"
"You'll see." Mickie said as she picked up her cell phone to scroll through her contacts. When she found the number she was looking for, she dialed. "Nikki?" Mickie said to Nikki Storm, a veteran wrestler on the European independent circuit that competed against in Scotland the year before. "How are you?" Mickie awaited her response as Stephanie and Layla looked at Mickie with curiosity. "Good. I'm doing great… yeah, I really love it… Look, I had a quick question for you. You've worked with Saraya haven't you?... No, her daughter… Yeah, that Saraya… What's her deal?" Layla still had a puzzled look on her face. Stephanie, however, saw where Mickie's line of thought was going and cocked an eyebrow of interest. "But what about her… does she… Uh huh… Uh huh… That's exactly what I was looking for… Thanks!... I will… You too. Bye."
Mickie hung up her phone, sat it on her counter and walked back over and sat down on the coffee table in front of Layla. "Lay, I think I've found someone you can jump start yourself with."
"I'm all ears!" Layla said with an enthusiasm that to that point was missing.
"Are you sure about that one, Mick?" Stephanie asked.
"I think so. At least my source thinks that she may be in play." Mickie responded.
Layla went back to the land of confusion. "Wait. Who are you talking about? And who's your source?"
"Sweet Saraya?" Mickie said. "Ever heard of her?" Mickie asked. Layla shook her head. "You know her daughter, I'm sure." Mickie paused. "Paige."
"Paige as in NXT Paige?" Layla said.
"That's the one." Mickie replied.
"Is she Circle material?" Stephanie asked.
"Nikki told without me asking that Saraya is a really sweet girl that she thinks could be. She saw the way she looked at a couple of girls in the locker room."
"Who is Nikki?" Layla chimed in.
"Nikki is Nikki Storm. I wrestled her the last time I was in Scotland. She's been wrestling in Europe for years. She's wrestled Saraya… Paige before."
"So Saraya is the mother and the daughter." Layla said trying to make sense of Mickie's explanation.
"Sweet Saraya is the mother. Saraya Knight was Paige's ring name in England." Mickie said.
"Now I've got it." Layla said. "So what am I supposed to do?"
Mickie decided to ruffle Layla's feathers and break her out of her funk. "You're the fuckin' ringleader! You tell me!" Mickie said in an irritated tone. "I don't even work for your goddamn company anymore!"
"I just asked you for your advice, Mick! Jeez!" Layla shot back.
"Think. You've got the ring. You've got the juice. How are you gonna get her?" Mickie challenged.
"I…" Layla stammered.
Mickie huffed as Stephanie looked on silently amused, knowing what Mickie was trying to do. "Do me." Mickie said.
"Excuse me?" Layla asked incredulously. Mickie picked Layla up to her feet and got nose to nose with the Egyptian goddess.
"You are the motherfuckin' ringleader of The Inner Circle. And I am the pasty but extremely sexy Paige and you want to fuck me into the group. You do want to fuck me don't you?" Mickie continued to challenge Layla. Stephanie sat up in her seat and saw a glimmer of fire in Layla's eyes at the exact moment that Mickie saw it.
"Yeah, I want to fuck you." Layla softly growled.
"So how are you going to do it?" Mickie asked.
Before Layla knew it, a plan from the recesses of her brain came spilling forth. "I'm gonna drive over to Tampa to NXT with Stephanie."
"Uh-huh." Mickie interjected.
"I'm gonna give the NXT Divas a few pointers." Layla said as her eyes started to blaze.
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to subtly yet convincingly eyefuck you."
"Yes."
"Then when we break, I'm gonna pull you aside."
"Yeah."
"Brit to Brit…"
"Yeah?"
"And I'm gonna tell you that I've had my eye on you for a while."
"Then?"
"And that I had to meet you…"
"And…"
"And look you in the eye…"
"And…"
"And tell you that I have had one thing on my mind since I laid eyes on you."
"What's that?"
"This." With that, Layla suddenly grabbed Mickie around the waist causing her to gasp. Layla took that opportunity to press her mouth to Mickie's and plunge her tongue inside. Mickie immediately forgot the role playing that they were just doing and met Layla's kiss with the same intensity. About ten seconds went by before Layla took temporary hold of her senses and broke the kiss. "Okay Mick. I get what you were trying to do…"
Mickie cut her off with two fingers over her lips. "Shut up and fuck me."
Layla felt a burning lust shoot through her body from tip to toe. It was about to be on. Then she remembered they weren't alone. "But Stephanie…"
It was Stephanie's turn to cut Layla off. "Don't stop on my account." Stephanie said as she sank back into the sofa cushions, rested one arm on the arm of the sofa and the other on the back of the sofa and crossed her legs. "This shit was getting good."
With no hesitation, Layla resumed her all-consuming kissing of Mickie. She grabbed Mickie's butt then walked forward two steps. Mickie's legs hit the edge of the couch and caused her to fall back into the corner opposite Stephanie. Layla knelt in between Mickie's legs and started simultaneously kissing Mickie and grinding on her. Mickie had not felt this sensation since the last time she had hooked up with Melina. Layla proved to be every bit as energetic as the gorgeous Latina as she had Mickie moaning and whimpering with every grind and flick of the tongue.
Stephanie squirmed as she watched the current ringleader and her predecessor make out in front of her. She slightly parted her legs enough to allow the slender fingers of her right hand to touch her core through her now wet panties.
"Show me what you're gonna do to Paige." Mickie growled in Layla's ear as she nibbled her earlobe. Layla then attacked Mickie's neck before returning the ear growl.
"Fuck Paige. I'm gonna show you what I'm gonna do to you." Layla showed total disregard for Mickie's t-shirt as she grabbed it at the collar and ripped it down to Mickie's navel. Mickie gasped. Stephanie let out a soft 'fuck'. To their amazement, Layla did the same thing to Mickie's bra, grabbing the top of each cup and ripping the small strip of fabric that connected them. Layla began kissing Mickie's collarbone, working her way to Mickie's right nipple as Mickie panted, grunted and pawed at Layla's back to pull her t-shirt over her head. Layla continued her assault on Mickie's chest with Mickie arching her back as Layla sucked her nipple deeply. Stephanie began rubbing her clit faster as she watched this unfold. She was stunned when she received a stern order.
"Take off your fucking clothes." Mickie spat. "Today is the day I get to fuck you too."
It had been years since another woman had commanded that Stephanie perform an act in the bedroom. In the winter of 2001, the recently-hired Victoria, who was still in the Ohio Valley developmental territory, gave Stephanie a lesson in being dominated soon after her initiation. Although it had been 11 years, Stephanie still remembered how to follow orders. She slowly but intently stripped down to nothing as she witnessed Layla thrust her hand inside Mickie's shorts and finger her clit. Mickie sharply gasped as Layla dipped her finger inside to collect Mickie's wetness before resuming her rubbing.
"It's been too fucking long." Mickie breathlessly said. "Fuck me, Lay." Layla said nothing in response to Mickie's request. She simply slid her two middle fingers deep inside. Mickie's cry was one of cathartic relief. "Oh fuck yes." She breathed. Mickie briefly interrupted Layla's fingering to pull down her shorts. She tugged on one side as Layla tugged on the other. Both women were interrupted as they heard Stephanie's breath hitch in the back of her throat. Layla looked over her shoulder and Mickie peered around Layla's shoulder to see Stephanie plunging two fingers in and out of her pussy. Layla and Mickie grinned an almost predatory grin at each other before Layla pushed her fingers inside Mickie again. Mickie panted as she reached down and began circling her clit with her index and middle fingers. "I'm gonna fuckin' come, Lay! You… gonna come with me, Steph?!"
Mickie's words lit a charge inside Stephanie. "Oh God!" Stephanie breathlessly bellowed as she increased the speed and intensity of her self-fingering. "Talk… dirty… to me… please." Stephanie begged. Layla happily obliged.
"Come for me you nasty bitch." Layla through gritted teeth. "I want you to come so fucking hard that you see stars."
"Oh shit!" Stephanie exclaimed.
"I've waited…" Mickie panted. "eight years… to hear you come… make it good… you fucking slut!" Layla began finger-fucking Mickie with reckless abandon. Mickie's staccato cries of pleasure contrasted the low-pitched steady moan that Stephanie let out as she moved closer to her climax.
"I'm so… close!" Stephanie strained.
"Me too!" Mickie said as she put her hand on top of Layla's and shifted it just enough to make Layla hit her spot. "Right there! Shit!" Mickie kept her hand on top of Layla's and rhythmically guided the gorgeous Brit.
"OH FU…" Stephanie attempted to cry out before her orgasm strangled her vocal chords. Just as she was about to find the wind in her lungs, Mickie's end hit her like a ton of bricks. Mickie gasped loudly as her whole body seized. Mickie twitched and contorted before letting out a loud groan from her belly at almost the same moment as Stephanie.
As Mickie recovered from her orgasm, Layla popped her fingers into her mouth and hummed before she began frantically stripping her own clothes off. She had to taste Mickie. Stephanie was in mid-recovery herself as she watched Layla from behind. She watched Layla stand up to wiggle out of her skirt and panties and kneel back down on the couch to position herself to go down on Mickie. But before Layla could get into her final position, Stephanie pounced. Overcome with her own lustful feelings, Stephanie gave Layla a hard shove in between her shoulder blades, pushing Layla down. She managed to brace herself on her arms, now finding herself on all fours. She became the third woman in the apartment to sharply gasp when she felt Stephanie, in one motion grab her butt, spread her cheeks and plunge her tongue inside.
"FUCK!" Layla screamed as she felt sexual contact from Stephanie McMahon for the first time. Layla buried her face into the sofa cushion in between Mickie's legs.
"Holy shit!" Mickie said. "I didn't know it was like that." She watched Stephanie disengage then run her tongue back and forth repeatedly from Layla's clit to her ass and back again.
Layla let out a muffled 'Goddamnit!' as she slapped the sofa several times. Stephanie proved herself to be the queen of sudden movements as without warning she grabbed Layla's ankles and spun her around off of her knees onto her back. "Shit!" Layla cursed again just before Stephanie descended upon her clit mercilessly. Layla arched her back and cried out as Mickie reached down and tugged on Layla's nipples. Stephanie closed her mouth around Layla's clit and flicked her tongue rapidly. The combination of Stephanie's mouth and Mickie's hands sent Layla over the edge immediately.
Layla's breathing was rapid and shallow. She couldn't think straight. Her mind was racing. Her bearings were non-existent. All she heard was one of the women that she was with say 'switch'. She opened her eyes in time to see Stephanie kneeling off to the side of her. Just as Stephanie lowered her head to kiss Layla, Mickie lowered her head to kiss Layla as well. Mickie's destination, however, was much lower. Layla felt several quick, sweeping licks on her clit followed by fast, feathered licks of her labia and back up to her clit again. She then felt Mickie pull back her clitoral hood and focus a round of tongue flicking.
Layla let out for sharp, high-pitched gasps. "Je… Je… Jesus… fuuuuccckkk!" She cried out.
"Mickie's good, isn't she?" Stephanie teased.
"Yes!" Layla panted.
"You're gonna come in her mouth, aren't you?"
"Yes!"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Anything… you want."
Stephanie smirked, gave Layla a deep kiss and began sucking one nipple while she pinched and rolled the other one. Mickie then switched tactics and slid her tongue inside Layla while fingering her clit at the same time.
"Gonna come! Gonna come!" Layla eked out. A moment later… "AGGGGHHHHH!" As Layla came, Mickie began licking her like an ice cream cone. Layla began panting rapidly again and then her voice dropped several octaves. "Oh shit, coming again!" Layla's legs instinctively closed, trapping Mickie's head briefly as the stunning brunette's climax took her. Layla's legs released Mickie as her lungs refilled with air. Stephanie slid back up and gave Layla several soft kisses to her lips. Mickie took Layla's leg and swung it over her head as she knee-walked up behind Stephanie and turned Stephanie's head toward her with chin. Stephanie adjusted her body allowing Mickie to deliver her non-family friendly version of her Long Kiss Goodnight. Stephanie moaned into the mouth of a woman that made her whole body tingle as she kissed her.
Mickie kissed her for a solid minute before breaking the kiss. "Hearing you come isn't the only thing I waited eight years for."
"Oh yeah?" Stephanie purred. "What else have you been waiting for?"
"I've been waiting to see how you taste." Mickie responded with an equally sexy purr.
"Well… you're the host. How do you want me?"
"Sit down." Mickie commanded softly. Stephanie sat down in the middle of the couch as Layla slid up into corner where she had first attacked Mickie. "Oh no, Lay. You're down here with me. We're both eating Big Mac today."
Layla and Stephanie chuckled sexily as Layla slid off the sofa and to the side. Mickie dropped to her knees in front of Stephanie. The only McMahon daughter slid her butt to the edge of the sofa and propped her feet on the coffee table. Mickie lowered her head and began French kissing Stephanie's clit. Stephanie pushed her body deeper into the sofa cushions as she purred and ran her fingers through Mickie's hair causing her to shudder in arousal. Mickie lifted her head and turned to Layla, who was off to the side, and began deep French kissing her. Mickie then dropped down to continue her oral pleasing of her former boss. This time, Layla also dipped her head. Stephanie's eyes popped open and her breathing began to increase rapidly as she felt two tongues sweeping around her clit.
"Ohmigod… I don't know… if I can take this…" Stephanie whisper-yelled as she was being pleasured by two tongues for the first time. The beautiful Knockout and equally beautiful Diva added to Stephanie's doubt for survival when both women reached up at about the same time to play with her nipples as they ate her. Stephanie let out a huge breath and guttural moan, ran her fingers through her hair and rolled her eyes. A few seconds later, Mickie and Layla began Stephanie's end game as they took turns taking Stephanie's clit into their mouth, flicking it a few times with their tongue, and then popping it before the other woman took over. "I'm gonna come so fucking hard!" Stephanie grunted before repeating herself sounding in cadence and voice like adult film star Tori Black. "I'm gonna come so fucking hard!"
Either woman could have sent her tumbling into orgasmic bliss with the sound of their voice, but Layla's sultry British accent proved to be Stephanie's undoing. "Come for me, baby."
Baby. No woman had ever called Stephanie baby. She had never been in a position to be another woman's baby and she probably wouldn't become Layla's baby. But in that place, at that moment, she was as vulnerable as she could possibly be. In that place and in that moment, she was Layla's baby. She was Mickie's baby. And 'Baby' was going to do exactly as she was told. She came hard and long. Layla and Mickie witnessed Stephanie have a quaking orgasm. Stephanie's legs shook. Her head fell to the side as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her orgasm was as complete as could be.
Layla and Mickie slid back onto the couch on either side of Stephanie. The heiress slid back up to a seated position and rolled her head toward Mickie and smiled. Mickie returned the smile and Stephanie rolled her head toward Layla and smiled. Layla smiled and winked at Stephanie. Then Stephanie rolled her head back to the center and closed her eyes. She then began to laugh. The laugh turned into an infectious belly laugh that Mickie and the easy-to-make-laugh Layla joined in.
"Tell me… we did not … just… do that!" Stephanie said in her best Booker T voice.
Mickie took Stephanie's ball and ran with it with her mockery of Kurt Angle. "It's true! It's damn true!"
Layla made a feeble attempt at putting a serious look on her face as she stopped and started a couple of times, always breaking into a giggle about two seconds in. Finally when she thought she had it, she delivered her one-word Ron Simmons-inspired punchline, barely. "DAMN!" She immediately began cracking up again leading to another round of laughter. After that round died down, Layla spoke seriously. "Thank you, guys. I really needed that."
"I needed that too." Stephanie said. "I can't believe it had been 11 years since I'd been with a woman."
"Me either." Mickie said. "You performed like it was yesterday."
"You're more than welcome to reactivate your membership." Layla said saucily.
"I appreciate the offer but I think the girls would be a little less free with me around." Stephanie reasoned. "But, anytime the boss wants to play, all she has to do is ask."
"The boss… will take you up on that." Layla said.
"Too bad I'm not still up north." Mickie said of her employment with WWE. "I'd love to play with you again, Steph."
"Well, we'll have to arrange something… Mick." Stephanie replied with a chuckle.
"Speaking of arranging something, I've got an NXT Diva to seduce!" Layla confidently declared.
"Look at Lay! One threesome and she's got her swagger back!" Mickie said. "I think I've got mine back too. I've been here three years and we do not have anything like The Circle down here."
"You're shitting me!" Stephanie said. "With you, Gail, Lisa and Christy down here?!"
"We all chalked it up to being a WWE thing." Mickie said. "But Taryn is making think it could work."
"Taryn Terrell? She wouldn't come near The Circle." Stephanie said.
"She was afraid of getting fired." Mickie said. "I don't blame her. That girl is bold. She let me and some of the other girls know that she is after Velvet Sky and all she has to do is say 'boo!' and she's gonna get into Madison Rayne's pants and the girls is super straight!"
"Well it looks like you've got a group to form. Just do me a favor and don't call it The Inner Circle." Stephanie said.
Mickie nodded. "Yeah. The TNA Knockouts have been without some good ol' fashioned girl fun for too long. Especially this Knockout." Mickie then paused. "Speaking of good ol' fashioned girl fun… you ladies got time for… one more round?"
Stephanie had one more WWE-inspired impression left in her. "Stone Cold Steph says, anybody in this room got one more round of fuckin' in 'em, gimme a Hell Yeah!"
On cue, Layla and Mickie delivered. "Hell Yeah!
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