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Author's Note: Did you miss me? I thought so. Shall we continue?...
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The Squared Circle
Chapter 4
Reveille
Tuesday, April 10, 2013 - Impact! Zone – Orlando, Florida
Mickie James strode into the Impact! Zone with purpose that April afternoon. After her rendezvous with Stephanie and Layla, her purpose had become clear. The smoldering embers of her libidinous psyche had been ignited. The fuel of her rekindled lust began to burn into a raging inferno. Mickie had no intention of letting it burn itself out. She had to fuel the fire. She had to create TNA's version of The Inner Circle. In her mind, the presence of several former Inner Circle members in the locker room would make the process go a little more smoothly. But where would she begin? As she ran through her mental list of Knockouts, she came across one that she had carnal knowledge of in a previous life. And as she walked toward the Knockouts dressing room, she contemplated her next move and broadly grinned to herself in premature celebration of her first Knockouts conquest.
"You're smiling like the cat that just swallowed the canary." TNA broadcaster and Mickie's former WWE colleague Tazz observed as she approached him.
Mickie never checked her speed as she breezed past him and winked. "You don't know the half of it, Tazzy!"
Tazz called out to her. "You know you're the only one that's allowed to call me that! I have a reputation, you know?!" Mickie giggled and threw her hand up as she disappeared around the far corner.
About 15 feet from the locker room door, TNA's lead announcer Mike Tenay was leaning against the wall reading over what Mickie could only presume was the script for the next TV taping.
"Mike, have you seen Christy?" Mickie asked as she stopped in front of him and readjusted her gym bag on her shoulder.
"No 'Hi Mike. How are you today?' No 'How's the family, Mike?' No 'Knock 'em dead, Mike?' Just, have you seen Christy?" He said. "The Voice of TNA gets no love."
"Aww, Mike!" Mickie said playfully as she sidled up to Mike, gently cradled his head and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Did that make up for my rudeness?"
Mike played the shy-aww-shucks role. "I guess." He said with a smile. "She's in the locker room. We just got tonight's script."
"Is she alone? I have to talk to her about something personal." Mickie asked.
"Yeah. None of the girls… excuse me, women, are here yet." Mike offered.
Mickie readjusted her bag and took a step to her right to head inside. "Now if any other guy here had said 'girls' other than you or Tazz, I would have protested. But you are a sweetheart." Mickie said as she began to walk away. "You don't even stare at my butt."
"Don't speak too soon." Mike teased.
"Shut up and knock 'em dead, Killer!" Mickie shot back as she opened the locker room door. As she walked in she could hear the familiar sound of Christy Hemme singing.
"I believe I can fly… I believe I can touch the sky… I think about it every night and day… Spread my wings and fly away…"
Mickie turned the corner and saw the previously hidden crooner in front of a locker stall rummaging through her garment bag. "Christina." Mickie said in a soft yet firm tone that made Christy stop in mid-lyric. Christy had never heard that tone of voice come from Mickie. She immediately wondered if she had unwittingly done something to offend Mickie.
"People only call me Christina when I've really fucked up. What did I do?" She gingerly asked. Mickie simply gave her a faint smile in response.
Their paths briefly crossed in 2005 near the end of Christy's WWE run in Ohio Valley Wrestling, WWE's developmental territory at the time, which in an ironic twist was now TNA's developmental proving ground. Mickie entered OVW a few months before Christy was released from her contract. Although they never competed against each other in the ring, they always had a cordial locker room friendship that was rekindled when Mickie re-joined TNA in 2010.
Both women were former members of The Inner Circle, albeit at different times. Christy was initiated during Trish Stratus' time as Ringleader and the beautiful redhead from California was a very willing participant from the moment of her spirited initiation. Mickie knew of Christy's exploits from Trish and Lita and was very interested to see if she still had any kind of Sapphic spark left in her.
"I need to ask you something important. That's why I called you Christina." Mickie said in the same soft-yet-firm tone. "It's not a bad thing at all."
"Phew! Thank God!" Christy said with an air of relief. "What's on your mind?" She asked as she sat down in front of her locker. Mickie pulled up a chair in front of her and sat.
"What did you like about your time up North?" Mickie asked, referring to the WWE.
Christy was slightly taken aback by the question but began to rack her brain. "Uhh… well… I learned a lot about the business. The fans were phenomenal… The pay was GOOD…" The two women shared a laugh knowing that neither of them were making what they did with their previous company. "And of course I loved the Divas locker room. The girls were great. I can't ever remember getting along with that many girls at one time with no drama."
"I know what you mean." Mickie agreed. "The girls were awesome. I loved them so much. And they loved you too from what I heard. Especially Trish. You just drew a circle around her heart."
Christy's mind screeched to a halt. Although she had left the Divas locker room eight years earlier, she remembered everything that went on there with crystal clarity. And Mickie's choice of words were unmistakable. It had been eight years since anyone had broached the subject. Christy knew a Circle reference when she heard it. But she had to be sure. Maybe it was a term that Mickie uses that she had never heard before.
"I drew… a circle… around her heart?" Christy asked.
Mickie decided to drop all pretense. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Membership has its privileges." Mickie said, using a phrase that had been passed down to her as leader from Trish who in turn got it from Stephanie.
Christy's wheels turned for a moment. Once she left WWE, she hadn't talked to any of the girls about the Circle so she had no idea that Mickie had joined or that she became the most successful ringleader. It was in that moment that Christy's incredulous expression turned to one of a loaded, prideful grin.
"So Trish took my recommendation to heart." Christy beamed.
Now it was Mickie that was in a mild state of confusion. "Your recommendation? What recommendation?"
"I was the one that told Trish to take a long, hard look at you as Circle material." Christy said. "You were a phenomenal piece of ass coming in the door. It's a damn shame I didn't stay longer. I'm glad you joined." Mickie began doing mental cartwheels. She began to get the warm feeling she used to get when she was about to set up an initiation. Christy was giving off better vibes than she could've imagined.
"It brought me a lot of joy while I was there." Mickie said with a smile. "So I take it you don't know that I took over when Lita retired."
"I didn't talk to anybody about it after I left." Christy admitted. "I didn't know Lita took over until you told me just now." Mickie's eyes opened slightly in surprise. "I wonder if it's still going on."
"Oh, it is. Layla is ringleader now." Mickie said.
"Whoa! Wait." Christy said as she waved her hands demonstratively. "Layla? Good God, she makes me wet every time I see her. I bet she tastes like cinnamon."
"More like a lollipop." Mickie offered, not able to help herself.
"Of course, you initiated her." Christy reasoned.
"And fucked her yesterday." Mickie replied, leaving Christy slack-jawed. "It's kind of what I really want to talk to you about."
Christy's head was spinning over the revelation that Mickie had just slept with Layla. Questions began to surface in her mind – When? Where? Why?. These were questions that she assured herself she would get the answers to. And surely, her head would have exploded had she known that Stephanie was also part of Mickie's yesterday. "You want to talk… about you fucking Layla yesterday?"
"Not so much the actual fucking and more about what it stirred up inside me." Mickie started. "There is a lot that I am leaving out for now but let me just say that it had been a while since I had been with a woman and they felt so fucking good. And it made me realize…"
"They?!" Christy caught Mickie's slip of the tongue. "You said you fucked Layla yesterday. You didn't say there was someone else! You had a three-way?! Who was the other girl?!"
"It's not important right now. What is important…" Mickie was immediately cutoff.
"The hell it's not important!" Christy shot back. "Who was the third?!"
"Stephanie McMahon." Mickie said in a nonchalant fashion. Christy's eyes began to flutter rapidly and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she processed what she just learned. "Like I was saying, it made me realize…"
"Stop, stop, STOP! Stop." Christy took control of the conversation. "Stephanie Marie McMahon Levesque. Executive Vice President of World Wrestling Entertainment. Wife of Paul 'Triple H' Levesque. That… Stephanie McMahon."
"Yep." Mickie replied, allowing her Cheshire cat grin from earlier to resurface."
"How did she taste?" Christy asked.
"You are all about taste, aren't you?" Mickie inquired.
"Very much so."
"Manna from Heaven." Mickie lovingly recalled.
"Okay. I need to change my underwear. Stop." Christy said with a touch in insistence.
"No. I need you wet for what I am about to tell you." Mickie began in earnest. "I realized after my… tryst with Lay and Steph that this is what is missing here. There is no Inner Circle." Mickie scooted her chair closer to Christy. Knowing that the interviewer and part-time ring announcer was aroused made Mickie crank up her rhetoric. "There is no outlet for us when we walk around the locker room, catering, hell, in the ring and see other Knockouts and their tight asses…" Christy visibly gulped for air. "Tits straining against their too-small tops… I'm mean come on Christy. I can tell by the way you've been talking that you may have stopped talking about the Circle, but it never really left you." Christy's eyes began darting back and forth between Mickie's eyes, chest, legs and a spot on the floor just beyond where Mickie was sitting. "Look at you…" Mickie went for the kill. "You want to fuck me now. You want to know how I taste. You've been thinking about it since the second I told you that I fucked Layla."
It was at this point that Christy began visibly shaking, as if she were an alcoholic that had a drink placed in front of her. The dam was about to burst. Microseconds before Christy made a move toward Mickie, the locker room door opened to the sounds of laughter. Velvet Sky, Taryn Terrell, Gail Kim and Madison Rayne walked in with Tara trailing them telling a joke. Just before they turned the corner, Christy stood up so suddenly from her seat that she startled Mickie. The Virginia-born Knockout would be stunned again when Christy roughly grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to her feet. Christy then made a beeline for the locker room entrance. Christy flew around the corner with Mickie in tow, nearly running into the group. "MOVE!" Christy snapped in a manner uncharacteristic for her easy going personality. The shocked women parted like the Red Sea to allow the women to pass. Gail was the first one to speak.
"Mick?!"
"It's okay, Gail." Mickie said looking over her shoulder. "I'll be fine." If Gail didn't know better, she might have thought that she had seen a nearly imperceptible twinkle in Mickie's eyes, after all, there were only two reasons to stomp out of a room the way Christy did; rage and arousal. Gail immediately turned her head to lock eyes with the one person that she might be able to ask the unspoken question without speaking. When she caught the eye of Lisa Marie Varon aka Tara, she knew that Tara's thought process was on the same road as hers.
Christy took a sharp turn and led Mickie underneath a scaffolding and into what appeared to be a small storage area for set pieces. She opened the door and practically threw Mickie inside before turning on the light. When the light came on, Mickie saw a fire in Christy's eyes that she had never seen before. Mickie was normally the aggressor in sexual situations. However, it was clear to her in that moment, in that closet, who was in control. Christy grabbed Mickie by the arms and slammed her into the door before simultaneously latching her lips onto Mickie's neck and grinding her body into Mickie's.
"Holy shit!" Mickie whisper-spat as she felt Christy's heat shoot through her.
"You're gonna find out what happens when you get me turned up." Christy growled.
FLASHBACK – Date Unknown – Trish Stratus' hotel room – San Jose, CA
"Okay so who's next?" Lita laughed as she asked Mickie, who had started going through former Divas asking Trish about their performance in the bedroom
"Christy Hemme." Mickie said. Lita puffed out her cheeks and blew a long breath as Trish lifted her head and pushed her tongue to the side of her mouth and between her teeth as she chuckled.
Trish lowered her head and looked at her friends, shaking her head. "You don't hear me talk like this often outside of the bedroom…" Trish started. "But that bitch is the truth." Mickie began laughing like a schoolgirl that just got the scoop of the year. "Mick, if you ever, I mean EVER, cross paths with her… just let her have her way."
"C'mon." Mickie said.
Trish held up four fingers. "Four times. Hard. Danced on my g-spot like she was Cheryl Burke on Dancing With The Stars."
"She's not lying." Lita said. "She's the Pussy Whisperer."
END OF FLASHBACK
That encounter flashed through Mickie's mind as Christy pressed her lips to Mickie's ear. "Take your fucking jeans off now." Christy said with such simmering intensity that Mickie shuddered. She immediately complied with Christy's order and dropped her jeans around her ankles. Christy dropped to her knees and forced one leg out so she could get better access to Mickie's center. Her opening salvo was one Mickie would never forget. She placed her flattened palm just above Mickie's clit, pressed her mouth around Mickie, forming a seal. She then began with several slow warm up flicks of her tongue that became rapid. Mickie had no idea a tongue could move that fast with that amount of precision.
"F…." Mickie couldn't even speak. Christy had won even before she had started. All Mickie was able to do was breathe and gasp heavily. Mickie knew it was a matter of moments before she came. The only questions were when and how hard. Mickie looked down at the top of Christy's head at the instant that Christy looked up at her. When their eyes met, Mickie thought she would lose it right there. Mickie was soaked. No way in the world she was gonna put her underwear back on when Christy was finished. Trish was right. This bitch was the truth. Momentarily, she would find out just how the truth would set her free.
Christy detached her mouth from Mickie long enough to ask an incredibly sexy yet simple question. "Are you ready?"
Mickie thought to herself 'Ready?! This is a warmup?!'. "Ready for what?"
"This." Christy once again used her lips to form a seal around Mickie's clit as she began alternating flicking her tongue and sucking. While Mickie was concentrating on this sensation, Christy began sweeping her thumb and middle finger over both of Mickie's openings. Before Mickie could process what was happening, she felt a finger being inserted in both her pussy and her ass. She gasped sharply at the sensation. She had been rimmed before but never anally penetrated. And in that moment, she wondered why she hadn't done that before. But before she could settle in and begin to enjoy this new taboo, Christy opened her mouth to say something to send Mickie over the edge. "Now I need the great Mickie James to come in my dirty little mouth." Christy purred before resuming her tongue flicking, and double penetration.
"I'm gonna… fuckin'… come!" Mickie strained to say as a powerful orgasm seized her. All of her oxygen was gone as she labored for every breath. Christy slowly stood to her feet and gazed directly into Mickie's eyes. Mickie shook her head from side to side and breathlessly uttered, "You are the fucking truth." Christy pressed her mouth to Mickie's to give her one of the deepest tongue kisses she's ever experienced. When Christy pulled away. Mickie declared, "Your turn."
Christy shook her head. "That was a sample. It's not time for the full course. We'll do that when you initiate me into our new circle."
"We can't call it that." Mickie said, still trying to regain her breath.
"Whatever it's called, as long as I get to do to them what I just did to you, I'm in." Christy announced. "Now put your pants back on. They probably already suspect something's up."
"I…" Mickie blazed with white-hot intensity. "am going to tear your sexy ass apart."
"I hope so." Christy once again pressed her lips to Mickie's ear. "You have carte blanche. Anything you want to do to me, consider it done. Because I plan to do the same to you… and them."
The two women shared one final scorching kiss before straightening themselves up for their re-emergence from the storage room. They gave each other a knowing smile before doing a final clothing check and opening the door. When the door opened, they were met with the sound of applause.
"BRAVO!"
"What a performance!"
"You bitches belong on Skinemax or something!"
Mickie and Christy had the classic deer-in-the-headlights look etched onto their faces. Their feet were glued to the floor despite their natural instinct to run as fast as they could. Gail, Lisa and Taryn stood just outside the door showing their appreciation for the impromptu audio show that had just listened to.
"How long were you guys standing here?!" Mickie asked as her face took on a crimson hue.
"Just before Christy said something about you coming in her mouth?" Lisa asked as she turned to Gail. "Right, Gail?"
"I mean, I just heard a whole lot of heavy breathing. I assume it was Mick, because obviously Christy's mouth was full." Gail teased as Christy began turning bright red.
"And here I thought I'd be the one to get caught in the closet with Ashley." Taryn joked.
Lisa looked at Taryn. "You really think you can crack that nut?" She asked.
"I'll crack it, she'll bust it." Taryn quipped, displaying her quick, razor-sharp wit causing the three women to howl with laughter. Even in her embarrassed state, Christy found the joke to funny to resist laughing. This caused Mickie's defenses to break down and allow her to join in on the laughter.
"So does this mean we're starting up The Circle down here?" Lisa asked matter-of-factly before looking directly at Gail and playfully musing, "Because I haven't had Chinese in a long time."
"I am Korean, not Chinese!" Gail emphatically declared to the giggling group. "What if I called you a mutt?"
"I am a mutt!" Lisa said of her Puerto Rican and Turkish heritage. "And you liked this mutt ass from what I remembered!"
"Okay! Everybody chill for a minute." Mickie said in an attempt to restore order. "Lisa, are you serious?"
"Yeah, why not? We had fun up there. Might as well have some down here."
"Gail?" Mickie asked.
"If y'all are down, I'm down." Gail said. "What Robert doesn't know won't hurt him. Not that he would mind this." She said of her husband, celebrity chef Robert Irvine.
Mickie looked at Christy and Taryn. "I won't even ask you two." Mickie paused for a beat. "Pervs."
"I'm offended." Taryn said in a huff.
"No you're not." Gail shot back.
Taryn broke out into a grin. "No I'm not."
"So it's settled. The Inner Circle is back in business." Christy said. "Only… we can't call it that."
"I've got the perfect name." Taryn offered. "The Diamond Exchange."
"That was an old wrestling stable." Lisa remembered.
"But… not only is it a play on that name, but our goods are as precious as diamonds and we will be exchanging them with each other." Taryn explained.
The ladies slowly nodded their heads in agreement. "I think that works. The Diamond Exchange."
"And that will play in nicely with the diamond necklace that Mick will wear as the leader, director, whatever." Gail said.
Mickie was about to open her mouth to protest. "Shut up Lexi." Lisa would sometimes call Mickie by a shortened version of her former ring name, Alexis Laree. "You are the first Director of The Diamond Exchange. Go pick out a diamond necklace and we'll all chip in for it."
Mickie looked at the women and smiled a warm, toothless smile. "Well, I've only got one thing to say. First meeting next Monday 7 o'clock. We'll meet and watch Raw."
"Can we scout before then?" Lisa asked.
"Just look, but don't touch. And report the potentials to me." Mickie said, quickly slipping back into the leader's role she had in the Inner Circle.
"So are we like, all in now? Do we have to go through initiation?" Taryn asked.
"Well, actually…" Lisa gave Taryn a sinister look. "I think that Gail, Mick and Christy are grandfathered in because we were in The Inner Circle. You're the only one that needs to be initiated. Mick, have a ball with this one."
"Actually, I am going to throw the chum in the water." Mickie said as she looked at Taryn with mocking menace from head to toe. "Why don't the three of you jump this one in. I think she would like that." Taryn's face lit up with her signature toothy grin. "See, I told you. She will be in complete bliss."
"HEY MICKIE!" Ashley called out as turned the corner and walked toward the group. "Mickie, your cell phone has been blowing up. You have like six or seven missed calls. All from Lay?"
"Thank you Madison." Mickie said as she took the phone from Ashley's hand. "Nosy much?"
"No. I was just sitting near it when it…" Mickie cut Ashley off as Taryn stepped directly behind the slightly shorter woman.
"Don't sweat it, Ash. I was just kidding." Mickie reassured. "I need to call her back." Mickie flashed Christy a loaded look of understanding.
"What was that look for?" Lisa demanded.
"I'll tell you on Monday." Mickie said. "Now if you will excuse me, I have a phone call to make and we all have a TV taping to get ready for."
Lisa mockingly curtseyed as the women departed for the locker room. "Your grace." She said to Mickie as she retreated.
"THAT'S KHALEESI TO YOU!" Mickie joked, referring to Game of Thrones' character Daenerys Targaryen. Mickie chuckled to herself as she dialed Layla's number.
State Road 426 – 4 miles East of Winter Park, Florida, Home of WWE NXT at Full Sail University
"You still can't reach her?" Stephanie asked Layla.
"No. It keeps ringing. Maybe she's away from her phone." Layla said. "I'm sure she'll call me back. I just wanted to thank her again for yesterday."
Stephanie smiled. "Not like you thanked me last night though."
"You're gonna get me started before I have to surround myself with this fresh meat?" Layla asked.
"Yes." Stephanie said with her full megawatt smile on display.
"Okay. Just checking."
"I'm not gonna help you in there."
"I don't want your help." Layla said. "Leaders have to lead. It's time for me to do what I have to do. And the first thing I'm gonna do on Monday is straighten Brie's skinny little ass out."
"I like the forceful Layla!" Stephanie beamed. "It's so hot."
"Steph, I just want you to know that when we get back, I will act as if…"
"Stop. We had fun at my house. We had fun at Mickie's. We had fun at the hotel. We will have fun again. You are a professional and I have no doubt that you will conduct yourself like a professional at all times. As am I. But just know that every time you get in the ring, I will be at a monitor looking at your ass." Stephanie teased.
"You better. You know how hard I worked for this thing." Layla replied before her cell phone rang. She picked up on the third ring. "It's about bloody time."
"Sorry. I was taking care of some Exchange business. What's up? Are you at NXT yet?"
"No, we're a few minutes away. And what is Exchange business?"
"The name of TNA's version of The Inner Circle. We started it today."
Layla looked over at Stephanie and excitedly exclaimed, "They started their Circle today! It's called The Diamond Exchange!"
Stephanie nodded. "I like that. Ask her who's in."
"Who's in?"
"Lisa, Gail, Christy, Taryn and myself so far." Layla repeated the names to Stephanie who once again nodded in agreement. "Our first meeting is Monday. I'm so excited. But look, I called you back because you called me and wanted to touch base before you do your thing. You are going to be great and you are going to breathe life back into the Circle and before you even get started, I'm proud of you. Now, is that what you wanted to hear?"
Layla smiled. "It was."
"Then my work is done. Oh, did you and Stephanie hit it last night after you left my place?" Layla laughed. "I thought so. Horny whores. Love you girl. Call me back whenever."
"Good luck at your taping tonight. Hope you guys break a 1 share." Layla joked, referring to TNA's historically low ratings.
"You just had to go there, didn't you? Goodbye, strumpet."
"Hey! Okay. Bye, Piggy James!"
"You wound me."
"You'll get over it. Smooches."
"Bye babe."
With that, Layla ends her call and zones into a moment of reflective thought before rattling off names out loud.
"Paige, Sasha, Lana, AJ, Naomi, Alicia…"
"Ambitious, aren't we?" Stephanie asked.
"There's no other way to be. Time to restock the shelves. Only the best will do." Layla said. Moments later, the limousine pulled into Full Sail University. As they pull up to the back entrance to the arena, Saraya Jade-Bevis, known to WWE NXT fans as Paige, was there to greet them. "You had them have her waiting for us, didn't you?"
"Okay, no more help. I promise."
When the car stopped, Paige reached for the door and opened it, sticking her head inside. "Hi! I'm Paige. I will be your flight attendant. Fly me to NXT!" The newly-emboldened Layla smiled, surveyed the face of the beautiful young Brit and took the opportunity to send out a flirting feeler.
"Where are your wings, your short navy skirt and your sensible heels?"
"If you're a good girl, I'll pull them out of my locker just for you." Paige shot back.
"And if I'm a bad girl?" Layla probed.
"Shorter navy skirt and 5" stilettos." Paige fired back. "Oh, hello Stephanie!" Stephanie smiled and waved.
"Okay." Layla said as she scooted out of her seat to get out of the car. "I'm gonna like you."
Paige smiled a genuine smile. "That makes two of us."
The driver came around to let Stephanie out of the car. As she turned, she watched Paige link arms with Layla and walk her into the building.
Stephanie smiled. "Wake up Divas. Layla is back." Stephanie then had brief flashes of her house, Mickie's apartment and the hotel. "Good God, she's back."
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