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Rattle Snake

Flaunting her bright hair, having a little blush on her face, I'm being teased as she wiggles her slender body at me. Her breast pointing out, pressing against her, showing out her clevage. Her abs, so plain and sexy, while her legs restfully stretched.

STACY: "So Steve, where is Debra tonight?"

Broken off my day dream...

STEVE: "Huh? Wha..Oh! Um, I'm reckon she had some business to do..."

Grinning and wanting to see the lovely ass face to "face"...I walk towards a chair that is facing towards from the other side of the dresser.

She has brought out the word "Snake" out of the bag! Grinnin I ask her...

STEVE: So...have you been practicing for the show tonight?

Looking at her through her lovely legs into the mirror, while sitting on the chair.


OCC: Who is Stacy doing the show against???
The Rattle Snake, REAL NAME: "Stone Cold" Steve Austin
 
Benoit

OOC: I say make it intersting, have her go up against Debra

Benoit looked up and down at Trish as she strutted around the room. In the span of 30 seconds he thought of every deed he wanted to do with her, in other words she had his full attention and worst of all, she knew it.

Chris walked toward her and brushed the hair away from her face, leaning forward to kiss her. Right before his lips were about to touch hers he stopped, "What do you say we work up a thirst first?"
 
"Ooooh Chris...you bad boy," Trish whispered, as she put her hand behind his neck and gently began to massage it.

"Are you sure you can handle what I have to offer?" she asked, trailing her other hand up over his bicep.
 
Benoit

OOC: What is trish wearing? Need it so I get an idea of manuvering here.

Benoit got excited as she brushed her hand over his bicept. He gazed deep into her eyes, "What do you think?" His massive arms helf her closer as his lips touched her soft lips. It was like kissing satin.

He moved his hands down her back, massaging her ass through her clothing.
 
ooc Trish is wearing a tight black mini skirt, a tight white low cut shirt with a push up bra, and high heels.


She moaned as his lips came over hers and she slipped her tongue into his mouth while she pressed herself against his hard, firm body.
 
Benoit's hands began creeping up her body, pushing the miniskirt up a bit. His bare, muscular hands were now on her fleshy cheeks, kneeding them in circles.
 
Trish could feel the heat from within as Benoit kneaded her ass. She ran her hands down his firm, broad back and gradually lower until she reached his buttocks. She started to massage them at the same time, pulling her tighter against her own body.
 
Benoit felt her hands on his buttocks, squeezing at them harder than he thought she could. He removed his left hand from under her skirt and brought it over her firm stomach, brushing against the side of her bra.

He moved his mouth away from her lips, bringing them to her neck. He kissed her skin as he whispered, "I think it's time to lose the bra."
 
"I think it's time to lose the bra," he said and she readily agreed.

She tossed her hair back as he kissed her neck and she nimbly unfastened the tiny little hooks from the bra, springing her breasts free as she arched her back.
 
Benoit looked down at her chest, admiring her breasts. "They're really a work of art." He resumed kissing her neck as he gently moved his hands over her tits, treating them delicatly, fearing he would flaw them if he was too rough.

He circled his thumbs around her nipples and began kissing his way down to her chest.
 
She could feel her nipples hardening almost unbearably under his touch as he gently massaged them. "You're so good with your hands," she murmured softly.

She ran her hands over his strong chest as they roamed even lower and she lightly ran her fingers over his hard, flat, abdomen then toyed with the waistband of his wrestling tights.
 
Benoit

Chris had intended to start sucking on Trish's firm breasts but once she started to toy with his waistband, he stooped right under her throat.

He made his way back to her warm mouth, leaving a trail of light butterfly kisses. He reluctantly moved his hands back to her smooth ass and lifted her off the ground, countinuing to kiss her. He placed her down on the table under his dressing room mirror and brought his right hand back to her breast. His left hand stayed on her bottom, roaming under her panties.
 
Trish's body writhed under his touch as he laid her down on the table.

"Oh God, Chris...you're making me so hot," she whimpered as she felt his hand back on her breast.
 
Benoit

Chris looked up at Trish, "We're just getting started baby." As he countinued to suck on her breasts, he grasped her panties with her left hand and slowley pulled them away from her body, exposing her under her miniskirt. He pushed her skirt up, leaving it wrapped around her waist.

As his left hand began massaging her legs, from the back of her knees up, he right hand tweeked her nipples.
 
She was already crazy with desire and there was just so much more to explore. Her nipples swelled and hardened even more under his touch and she squirmed as he started to move his hands up her legs. "Oh yes, baby..." she moaned.
 
Benoit

Chris grabbed a pillow from the nearby couch and held it behind her head, with his right hand. "You might need this." He leaned her against the mirror of his dressing room and brought both of his hands down to her thighs, rubbing them over her soft flesh.

He began to make another trail of kisses going down between her breasts, and staying at her belly for a few moments, nearing her waist.
 
"Mmmmm...." She leaned her head back against the pillow, giving in to the amazing sensations Chris was bringing about in her body. She rubbed her hands over his short hair, encouraging him as he started to kiss his way lower, her legs spreading in anticipation.
 
Chris pulled her skirt off and let if fall to the floor, joining the rest of her outfit. His hands rubbed her inner thighs as his mouth went further down her body, stopping just abover her pubic hair. He stopped and looked up at her, totally lost in a haze of lust, "Do you want this Trish? I don't think you do."

He countinued to rub her thighs, moving closer, circling around her pussy with his fingers being careful not to touch it yet.
 
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"Do you want this Trish? I don't think you do."


"Yes....Yes! I want it Chris, please...give it to me Chris..." Trish looked at him with desire-filled eyes. She hadn't had any idea when she saw him in the hallway that it would lead to this. She wanted him she wanted him bad.

"Oh please, Chris," she moaned again. She was positively aching for him.
 
Benoit

Chris began tracing around her pussy with his fingers, trying to work her up a bit more. He kissed her inner things before finally replacing his fingers with his tounge.

Finally he stuck his tounge inside of her, pulling her closer to him by grasping her ass. He tickled her insides, brisking her clit with his tounge.
 
Re: Benoit

Finally he stuck his tounge inside of her, pulling her closer to him by grasping her ass. He tickled her insides, brisking her clit with his tounge.


Her whole body tensed as he entered her with his tongue and she could feel her hot juices flowing.

"Oh yes, " she moaned when she felt his tongue against her clit. She opened her legs even wider and held his head, against her, not wanting him to lose contact.

"Oh you're so good," she gasped as she rhythmically moved her hips against his face.
 
Benoit

Chris began moving his head rhythmically with her thrusts, meeting her every hump and delving inside of her deeper and deeper. As his hands began to creep over to her pussy lips, he kept thinking about how good she tasted.

As he proceeded to feast on her, his fingers began to prod in her depths, hitting all the senstive areas he could.
 
Re: Benoit

As he proceeded to feast on her, his fingers began to prod in her depths, hitting all the senstive areas he could.

His tongue plunged into her hot depths and her juices flowed freely as his fingers probed causing her unbelievable pleasure. "Oooh yeah, baby," she moaned, continuing to pump her hips, knowing that she was about to reach her peak.
 
Benoit

Chris sensed she was almost ready. Giving her one long, slow lap, he raised his head while countinuing to use his digits on her. He leaned in and kissed her as he lowered his pants, exposing his 7 inch member to the air.
 
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Big Show

IC: I walk out of the locker room and see RVD and HHH standing watching something so i walk up and ask whats going on...then i see Steph with a woman that i dont know so i think to myself...a new recuit, as a big smile comes over my face.
 
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