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Taryn's voice: Previously, on The Squared Circle…

Chapter 6 – The Taryn Terrell Show, Part 1

"I can't remember the last time I made out in a car." Brooke said. "Could be fun."

In that moment, without a moment of consideration, Taryn moved into her right lane, then put her flashers on and pulled as far over on the shoulder as she could. Brooke unbuckled her seat belt, reached over to unbuckle Taryn's then climbed over the shifter and straddled her.

"This is just a little bit dangerous." Taryn said as she heard a couple of cars whiz by.

Brooke's nostrils flared. "That's what makes it hotter." Brooke then leaned in and delivered a deep kiss to her blonde counterpart. Taryn immediately knew that she was up against a kissing pro. Taryn opened her mouth and the war was on. Heads tilting back and forth, moaning, groping and squirming were all taking place at the same time. The arousal level in the car went from zero to ten in an instant. During the intense makeout session, Taryn grabbed Brooke by the back of her hair and made Brooke hiss. "I love that. Do it again. Harder." Taryn pulled Brooke's hair harder the second time and grinned.

"You like it rough?" Taryn asked.

"The rougher the better." Brooke offered. "Come to think of it, we better get to your place. I hope your neighbors are deaf."

"They're out of the country for the next six weeks." Taryn said. Brooke climbed back into her seat and buckled her seat belt. Taryn buckled in, threw the car into drive and took off into the central Florida night.

It looked like Taryn would get her raw Asstastic after all.

Author's Note: This one could get pretty hot. You may want to have a change of underwear ready. I'm just sayin.

The Squared Circle

Chapter 7

The Taryn Terrell Show, Part 2

Tuesday, April 17, 2013 – 10:23 pm – Taryn's apartment – Tampa, Florida

Gail opened Taryn's apartment door and found her apartment much like she expected to find it. Very immaculate, very girly with a palette of pastel colors throughout. Gail had just given herself a brief self-tour of the place, searching unsuccessfully for the sex toy that Taryn had told her about (Taryn had it in her ring gear bag that night). Gail went to the kitchen to scope out her hiding place and to see what Taryn had in the fridge. Working out and wrestling always made Gail hungry and since she spent most of her time in the gym or in the ring, she was always in search of food.

"Crap… crap… crap, aaaand… crap." Gail said as she picked through the plastic containers of leftovers. "How the hell does she stay in shape with all this garbage in here?" She said before finding something interesting on the bottom compartment on the door. "Okay. Now we're talking." Gail whisper-exclaimed as she removed a bottle of beer. "Longnecks and rednecks are my friends…" Gail started to sing James Storm's theme song. "Women and whiskey, make a perfect blend." She put the bottle up to her mouth and took a big swig. Moments later, she heard Taryn's keys hit the lock. "Shit!" Gail said as a little beer dribbled down her chin. She scrambled to hop into the pantry closet, pulling the door shut just before the door flew open. She heard panting and groaning but could not see Taryn and Brooke. "You didn't tell me you can't see the fuckin' door from here." Gail whisper-spat to herself directed at Taryn. What she didn't see was the beginning of a night to remember.

Taryn and Brooke stumbled into the apartment all over each other. To say that both women were aroused was an understatement. The kissing was passionate. Multiple "f" and "s" bombs flew out of their mouths. Taryn was the first one to take it up a notch when she yanked Brooke by the back of the hair causing her to wince and laugh in a mixture of pain and arousal. She then spun Brooke around like a rag doll and pushed her, slamming her against the front door. Brooke had thrown her hands up just before she hit the door so when Taryn pressed her body into Brooke's, TNA's Miss Tessmacher was in a literal position of surrender.

Brooke looked over her shoulder as she was breathing heavily. "I am soaking wet. So you can do whatever you want." She said.

Taryn, equally out of breath, grinned her sexiest sadistic grin. "Oh, I intend to…" Taryn grabbed a handful of Brooke's butt and squeezed causing Brooke to groan. "You should have never told me you like it rough." Taryn then licked and sucked Brooke's earlobe before snatching her yoga pants down around her ankles and squatting down behind her. It was about this time that Gail discovered that moving her head to her right, cracking the door slightly and peeking her head out gave her enough of a sightline to see the back half of Brooke's body and Taryn squatting. At that moment, as if she perceived movement to her left, Taryn glanced over into the kitchen and briefly locked eyes with Gail. Taryn devilishly flared her nostrils and flashed a toothless grin. Then without warning, Taryn grabbed Brooke's butt with both hands and buried her tongue where no one's tongue had gone before.

Brooke gasped. "Holy shit!" She exclaimed as she fell victim to Taryn's taboo oral assault. At that same moment, Gail whispered the same words as her hand snaked inside her sweatpants. Brooke had never been with a woman before but she had engaged in passionate sex and quickly forgot any trepidation she had about crossing the gender threshold in her mind. After a couple of minutes of Brooke's conversion to loving the feeling of getting her ass eaten, her oral sex-fogged brain flashed back to Taryn's words about receiving a raw Asstastic. It was then that Brooke decided that rough turnabout was fair play.

Brooke pushed her butt back then thrust her pelvis forward to get separation from Taryn's face. She then spun around and, with lightning quickness grabbed Taryn hard by the back of her hair, pulled it back so Taryn was looking up at her and leaned in. "You want to eat my ass, bitch?! Huh?!" Brooke spat. "Then let me give you some ass to eat." Brooke stepped away from the door with a handful of Taryn's hair in her hand and yanked the beautiful blonde to her knees. Taryn was practically dragged over to the back of the couch, which faced the kitchen and was far enough away from the kitchen counter to be seen from the pantry. Gail increased her digital destruction of her clit as she watched Taryn tossed haphazardly onto her butt with her back against the back of the couch. A second later, Brooke, who had kicked her shoes and yoga pants off and was now clad in only her black generic TNA-brand t-shirt, delivered the raw Asstastic, minus the theatrics, that Taryn had imagined. Taryn let out a muffled groan every time Brooke rolled her butt and purred. Then Brooke decided that her t-shirt and bra were better on the floor and discarded them as if they offended her.

"Does it taste…UGHHHH! As good… as it feels?!" Brooke asked.

"MMMHMMM!" Taryn mumbled before grabbing Brooke around the waist and pulling her into her.

"AHHHH GOOOOODDDDD! You bitch!" Brooke exclaimed as her right hand reached between her legs to finger herself. "I'm gonna come just like this!"

"UNHUH!" Taryn mumbled again.

Gail furiously rubbed her clit as she watched this unfold. As much as she wanted to jump out of the closet, there was something sexy to her about being unseen, seeing something that she is not supposed to see. Gail was a loud cummer. She didn't know how she was going to stay quiet but at that moment, the thought didn't concern her.

"Right there… I'm gonna come!" Brooke screamed. "ImgonnacomeImgonnacomeImgonnacome… FUCK!" Brooke's body locked up on her and she began to convulse as if she were having a seizure. As she came, she was eerily quiet. Her body told the story of what was happening to her. Taryn held on as if she were riding a bucking bronco in the rodeo. As Gail watched Brooke come, her body allowed her to release. Uncharacteristically for Gail, she had a long, hard, silent orgasm. The only one that hadn't come was Taryn. That was important because at this point she was the only one at the moment that had a clear head and she had to direct traffic. She knew that the action had to end up on the couch and that the couch faced the bedroom, not the kitchen. So somehow, she had to get Gail's attention and get her into the bedroom without Brooke knowing. Fortunately for Taryn, Brooke's orgasm had taken her out of commission for a minute. As Brooke lay one the floor recovering, Taryn stood to her feet and turned toward the kitchen. She waved at the pantry door three times before Gail's focus return and allowed her to respond. She slowly opened the pantry door. Taryn mouthed 'Bedroom' and motioned in that direction several times. Gail was able to put two and two together and slowly tip-toed out of the pantry. Taryn looked down at Brooke and back up at Gail. Taryn mouthed 'Now!' and Gail tiptoe-sprinted to the bedroom and quickly pushed the door closed but not completely shut.

"Get up." Taryn ordered as she turned on her heels, bent down and picked up Brooke, who was already rising to her feet. She brought Brooke over to the couch, sat her down and began another round of deep kissing. Brooke moaned in pleasure as Taryn's tongue explored her mouth. At one point, Brooke broke the kiss.

"My ass tastes good." Brooke breathlessly admitted before reattaching her lips to Taryn's.

"Let's see how your pussy tastes." Taryn replied as she began to work her way down from Brooke's lips to her collarbone to two of the most erect large eraser-size nipples she had ever seen. "Somebody's turned on." She said with a smile.

"No shit, Sherlock." Brooke spat. "I think me coming like I have epilepsy gave it away."

"Point taken." Taryn answered before dipping her head and dragging her tongue upward from Brooke's perineum to her clit. Brooke let out a breathless, airy "FUCK!" and then repeated her utterance when Taryn repeated her lick. Gail looked on through the crack in the door and slowly plunged her fingers in and out of her center watching the two stunning Knockouts intimate encounter. Taryn continued this version of her assault and knew that Brooke was on the way to another hard, debilitating orgasm.

"I'm gonna come so fucking hard." Brooke whispered. "I've never… come so hard in my life…" Taryn paused her oral activity long enough to playfully chide Brooke.

"To think, you could have been doing this in the WWE."

"But…" Brooke's thought process was interrupted by another wave of pleasure. "I left… before you got there."

"Who said it would be with me?" Taryn shot back before moving to finish off Brooke.

"What… OH JESUS… do you mean… FUCK!" Brooke inquired.

"We can talk about that later…" Taryn said before delivering several licks. "Just come for me right now."

"But…" Brooke again started but Taryn cranked up her licking and sucking. "You fucking bitch! Don't stop…"

"Come for me." Taryn directed.

"Tongue right there." Brooke panted.

"Come for me." Taryn said again.

"Shut the fuck up and make me come, goddamnit!" Brooke snapped. Taryn's wordless response was to push Brooke's legs back and rapidly flick her tongue on Brooke's sweet spot. "Bitch. Bitch! Bitch! BIIIITCH!" To say Brooke came is inaccurate. To say she exploded was more like it. When this orgasm hit, she pulled Taryn's hair so hard, the beautiful blonde saw stars.

Meanwhile, Gail became so overwhelmed that she went over to the edge of Taryn's bed and lay down on the edge and began pleasuring herself to the point of no return. When her second orgasm of the night hit, it was nearly as powerful as the first one. Gail was never so glad to answer a phone as she was when she answered Taryn's call earlier in the day. Gail's normal Tuesday had become as libidinous a day as she'd had in years.

Brooke looked up at Taryn, who was kneeling in between her legs. "I want to do something to you." Brooke said. "I want to fuck you like you stole something."

"Look at you, Miss I-don't-hook-up-with-girls" Taryn teased. She then paused. "Like I stole something, huh? Okay, bitch. I've got something. Follow me."

Gail heard Taryn tell Brooke to follow her and knew they were headed in her direction. Gail's eyes quickly darted around the room, first to the open bathroom door. She decided against going in there in the event that Brooke needed to go. That left the only available option; the closet. Gail hopped up off of the bed and darted into the closet and pulled the sliding door closed behind her. The closet doors were vented with slats so she had full visual access to the bedroom.

Taryn walked into the bedroom with Brooke right behind her. Brooke sat down on the bed eyeing Taryn like her favorite piece of candy. Taryn made a beeline for the closet, headed right for the door that Gail was standing behind. Gail quickly slid to her right in order to be unseen by Brooke. Taryn slid the door open and glanced to her left, knowing that was the only place that Gail could go. She locked eyes with the Asian beauty and flashed her trademark bad girl grin.

"You like what you've seen so far?" Taryn whispered.

"Two orgasms. You tell me." Gail responded.

Taryn chuckled. "Then you're gonna love this." Taryn then bent down and picked up a white box at the bottom of her closet, backed up and slid the door closed. Taryn turned and walked toward Brooke.

"Is that for me?" Brooke asked.

"For both of us." Taryn said as she pulled the thick strap-on dildo out of the box and tossed it onto the bed next to Brooke. "Now strap up and show me what you've got." Taryn then climbed onto the bed and settled down in the middle. Brooke stood up and picked up the strap-on, gave it a once over and slid it on.

As she was buckling the straps on her hips, she gave Taryn one final warning. "You shouldn't have told me to show you what I've got…" Brooke added a pregnant pause. "Cause I'm gonna fuck you like I like to be fucked." Without warning, Brooke grabbed Taryn's ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed. She then threw Taryn's legs back, grabbed the base of the fake phallus and hit Taryn with a deep stroke that made Taryn's back arch and let out a loud, sharp gasp. "That's what I like to hear." Brooke said with icy hotness. "I think I'm gonna like this lesbian stuff." Brooke then grabbed Taryn behind the knees and began to pound the gorgeous blonde.

Taryn began letting out loud groans from the depths of her diaphragm, interrupted only by the loud gasping of her air intake. Brooke Adams may have been a Sapphic rookie, but she was already fucking like a pro. Taryn was at Brooke's mercy. Brooke's strokes were relentless. If Taryn didn't know better, she would have thought that Brooke was trying to break her sexual will.

"JE… SUS… CHR…" Taryn couldn't even complete her sentence. Brooke was treating her like a play toy. And Taryn loved every stroke of it. "You… weren't…"

"Kidding?!" Brooke completed Taryn's thought. "You're damn right… I told you… I was gonna…fuck you…like… you stole something." Brooke hit Taryn with a really deep stroke that made Taryn contort her body and bury her face in the pillow to let out a blood-curdling scream.

"FUUUUUUUCK!" Taryn screamed.

Meanwhile, Gail was a sweaty masturbatory mess in the closet. How Brooke and Taryn didn't hear her in the closet was a miracle. But Gail was determined to see this encounter to its conclusion. When Taryn screamed into the pillow, Gail nearly lost it again. When Brooke drove home five more deep strokes to make Taryn explode in one the strongest orgasms she ever had, Gail had to stuff the sleeve of one of Taryn's jackets in her mouth as she came to keep her from screaming.

Taryn was panting heavily, her golden mane of hair slick and matted to her face and sprawled on the bed. "You… fuckin' bitch..." Taryn breathed. "That was so fuckin' good… I'm gonna marry you."

Brooke let out a hearty laugh as she began unbuckling the straps of the dildo and sliding it down her legs. "Glad you liked it. I don't know why I had never hooked up with a chick before."

"You're a natural." Taryn said as she recovered. She glanced up and saw that Brooke was taking the strap-on off and went to get up. Brooke stuck out her arm and gently pushed her back down on the bed.

"You rest. I got this." Brooke said as she began to slide the strap-on up the legs of the prone blonde. Taryn smiled as Brooke buckled the straps. Brooke then straddled Taryn and reached between her legs to aim the device as she sank down on it. "Oh… my… God…" Brooke purred. "This thing is so… fucking… big." Brooke paused and looked Taryn in the eyes.

"You may be on top, but you're gonna do…" Taryn growled before snatching Brooke by the hair. "Exactly what I say." Brooke's arousal went up tenfold as the two women instantly switched dominant-submissive roles. Brooke nodded quickly. "You ride like your life depends on it and you don't stop until you bust that good nut." Taryn loved using different slang phrases to describe orgasms. For her the nastier the phrase sounded, the hotter it felt. When Taryn said that, Brooke immediately lifted her pelvis and slammed almost violently down on the dildo.

"GODDAMNIT!" Brooke bellowed before repeating her move. This time she hissed. With only token guidance in the form of Taryn's hands resting on her hips, Brooke began rhythmically colliding with the base of the strap-on. Brooke was testing her own limits with each drop but she continued without ceasing just as she was told.

The smack of flesh, the squeaking of the bed and Brooke's profanity provided the aural background for one of the most stunning visuals that Gail had ever seen. She had been in the ring with Brooke Adams dozens of times but now, she was seeing TNA's Miss Tessmacher in a completely different light. She was a feral sexual animal, instinctively and aggressively seeking the most primal release in the most primal way possible.

Gail had cleared herself a spot on the closet floor where she sank down and watched the scenario play out. She had lost count on the number of orgasms she had and at that point it didn't matter. It wasn't a matter of if Gail was gonna get her hands on Brooke. It was just a matter of when.

Taryn now went from guiding Brooke to pushing Brooke's hips down, providing even more downward force for Brooke. The beautiful Knockouts profane utterances had turned into incoherent mutterings that were bordering on tears. Just when she felt like she couldn't take another stroke, her body suddenly released; her orgasm shooting through her from head to toe. But Taryn had a stunning surprise for her. Just as Brooke was in the middle of that powerful orgasmic wave, Taryn flipped Brooke onto her back and drove the first stroke so deep that Brooke thought it touched her spine. Brooke screamed, arched her back and clutched at the sheets as Taryn splayed her legs as far apart as they would go and began driving through Brooke with a push-up motion.

"FUCK YES!... RIGHT THERE!... DON'T STOP, TARYN! SHIT!"

"Cum… for… me. Cum… for… me… now." Taryn chanted as she deep-stroked Brooke.

On cue, Brooke's body took over and sent her into the same set of convulsions that she had experienced earlier. Brooke's orgasm was as long and strong as she had ever had. Taryn laid down next to her and stared at the ceiling to bask in the glow of a job well done. And just as her body calmed down, the last thing that Brooke, Gail or Taryn expected to happen took place. Brooke began crying.

"Brooke?" Taryn said with concern as she turned her head to look at her. She felt tears began to well up. Gail was experiencing a similar emotion inside the closet.

"I'm sorry Taryn!" Brooke said as she silently wept. "That just felt so good. Oh my God!" Brooke began to cry a little harder.

Taryn now had tears streaming down her face as she reached over and pulled Brooke's head to her chest. Taryn had the mind to shush her softly but she decided that everyone deserved a good cry from time to time, even after an intense sexual encounter. So Taryn held Brooke as they both wept. Inside the closet, Gail wiped tears away as she watched the tender moment unfold. After several moments, the moment passed and briefly the only sounds that could be heard inside Taryn's apartment was the sniffling of tears.

"Can I ask you a question?" Brooke softly asked.

"Yes, we can do that again." Taryn responded causing them both to break out in laughter.

"But seriously…" Brooke started again as she mindlessly traced circles around Taryn's belly button with her fingertip. "What did you mean earlier when you said that I could have been doing this back in WWE?"

Inside the closet, Gail smiled. "Close the deal, Blondie. Bring her into the Exchange." Gail thought to herself.

"I'm about to let you in on a secret that only select Divas and former Divas know about." Taryn said. "Can I trust you?"

Brooke gave Taryn a smart-ass look. "You just let me pound your girly parts with a 7-inch strap-on. I think you can trust me."

"It's nine inches, actually." Taryn corrected.

"Nevertheless… wait. Nine inches?!" Brooke said. "Damn. I'm a bigger whore than I thought." Taryn let out a belly laugh. "Yes. You can trust me. Tell me."

"Okay. Here it goes. Back in WWE, there was… and still is, a group of Divas that… hook up with each other." Taryn let the cat out of the bag as she stroked Brooke's hair.

Brooke's wheels turned for a minute. "Do… they have… like… orgies?"

"No! No orgies!" Taryn said. "Maybe the occasional three-way but no group stuff."

Brooke thought about it for a minute. "Wow. I knew the girls were close but not that close."

"Do… you have a problem with that?" Taryn asked gingerly.

"After what we just did? Heck no! Girl Power, baby!" Brooke said. "So, you were a member of this group?"

"Actually, no. I wasn't." Taryn said. "I was afraid I'd be too buck wild."

"So… if this group was so secret and you weren't in it… how do you know about it?"

Taryn let out a chuckle. "That's a good question. Now this is where I am gonna have to ask if I can double trust you."

"Double trust." Brooke said with a little surprise. "Now I am really intrigued. Tell me."

"We just started a group here… in TNA." Taryn mentally winced, not knowing how Brooke was going to react and whether or not Brooke would deduce, correctly, that this encounter was a recruitment mission.

"Does this group have a name? What about the one in WWE."

"Ours is The Diamond Exchange. The one up north is The Inner Circle."

"I like both names. Very cool." Brooke paused. "We." Brooke started her question in the form of a statement. She lifted her head to look at Taryn. "How many?"

"Five right now." Taryn said.

"Can I guess who?" Brooke asked.

"Ha! This ought to be good. Go for it." Taryn said.

"You."

"Yep."

"Gail."

"Two for two."

"Mickie."

"Perfect so far."

"Tara."

"One more."

"Uhh… Dixie!" Taryn began cracking up. "Kidding! That was a joke! My real guess is… Christy."

"Okay, how did you get all five?" Taryn inquired.

"I went with the five girls that I knew were in WWE for a while." Brooke reasoned. "I kinda figured you hadn't hit any of the TNA girls yet."

"You're a smart cookie."

"I am smart." Brooke said with over-the-top mock pride. "So does this mean I'm in?"

"Does what mean you're in?"

"This. Tonight. I assume this was some kind of initiation."

"No. This was not. We actually were given orders to look but not touch. I couldn't help myself though. You're too damn hot." Taryn said.

"Aww!" Brooke said as she laid her head back down on Taryn's chest and squeezed her. "That was so sweet! But seriously, how do I get in?"

"I have to recommend you to the director who would then make the initial contact and if you were interested, she would initiate you."

"The director? Fancy title. So who is the director and when do I get to fuck her?" Brooke asked.

"Two hours ago, you were just a… dyke baby! Now you're asking to get fucked into the group?!

"What can I say? You're a hell of a recruiter." Brooke offered.

"Huh. I guess I am."

"So who is the Director?"

Taryn reached over and picked up her cell phone and scrolled through her favorites. "The only woman that can claim to be the ringleader of the Inner Circle and Director of The Diamond Exchange."

"Hello?"

"Hey Boss. What's up?"

"What's going on, Blondie?"

"Why does everyone… never mind. I did some scouting and I have a potential member."

"You approached her, didn't you?"

"What?"

"That's a yes." Mickie said. "Did you fuck her?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"And again, that's a yes. I'll bet my next paycheck that you are laying in a bed naked with her now." Mickie surmised. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"Well…"

"Who is it?"

Taryn handed the phone to Brooke. "Talk to the Director."

Brooke put the phone up to her ear. "Hi. This is Tess."

Mickie started laughing. "I FUCKING LOVE TARYN TERRELL!"

"Mick?!"

"Yes Tess. It's Mick. How are you?"

"Thoroughly fucked, thank you." Brooke rolled over with her back facing the closet. Gail eased the door open and caught Taryn's eye. Gail mouthed 'thank you' and Taryn blew her a kiss as Gail tiptoed out of the bedroom to the front door. She eased the door closed as Taryn eyed Brooke backside.

"So you want to do this?"

"I do. Tonight was my first time and I know I want more."

"Okay. We'll talk tomorrow when I see you. You two lovebirds have a good night."

Brooke glanced over her shoulder and caught Taryn looking at her butt. "I have a sneaking suspicion that we will."

"Okay. Later."

"Bye." With that, Brooke hung up the phone and tossed it in front of her then looked back over her shoulder seductively. "See something you want?"

"Yes." Taryn said. Brooke's response was to slowly get up on all fours and stick her but out directly at Taryn and look over her shoulder at her. "I… am gonna marry… you."

Brooke wiggled her butt at Taryn. "You may now kiss the bride."

Taryn eyed Brooke hungrily. "Damn right I will."

END SCENE. Chapter 7 is in the books. Let's all welcome Brooke "Tessmacher" Adams to The Diamond Exchange. We all know that her initiation is a formality. What did you think? Shower me with reviews and PM's and let me know. In the meantime, we head back to the WWE to check in on Layla, Paige, Sasha, Alexa, Bayley and the other Divas. After all, it was The Inner Circle that started all this.

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