Love

Chapter 1

Sally was one day in her hotel room, chilling out, answering questions from fans on Twitter and Facebook. Then, all of a sudden, she gets a call from Triple H. "Hello?" She said, wondering if she was in trouble. "Hey Sally, how are you?" "Great!" "That's good to hear. It looks like my best female wrestler has been drafted to Raw." Sally gave a long pause. "I know it may be private, but who picked me?" Triple H sighs. "That, I can't tell you, however, that person wants to see you before the show tomorrow. They have a gift for you." Sally looked a little bit nervous. "Okay. I'll be there. Mind telling me what time?" "Give me one second." Sally waited for a good 11 seconds. "Around 6:30." "Okay. I'll be there."

Sally spent the rest of her day trying to keep her mind off of the person she's supposed to meet. She kept wondering, wondering, and wondering. Maybe it's Vince? Or Shane? It can't be "that person."

Monday came as fast as it went. Sally's limo driver directed her to the door she was supposed to meet this "person". Sally was nervous as she knocked 3 times. "It's open!" A woman's voice boomed. Sally opened the door to reveal whether a shock to her own self. Stephanie Marie McMahon. Was sitting in her chair. She got Sally's belongings and put them by her desk. Sally was kinda scared and nervous. Stephanie was 5'8, while Sally was 5'5. For some reason, Stephanie felt like a giant to her. "There's a reason why I picked you for Raw before Shane could ever get a chance. I see you as a strong role model for young girls. You're also one of our best wrestlers. I figured you'd be best for Raw." said Stephanie, with a smile on her face. I kept shaking. "Sally, are you afraid of me?" Stephanie asked. And that's when my confidence came back. "No way in hell." I said. Then I slapped the shit out of her. Stephanie looked pale, but yet she kept a straight face. "Don't you ever slap me again." Stephanie said, angrily. "Or else what?" I shot back at her. Then as soon as she was getting ready to slap me, I grabbed her hand, and forced her into a kiss. To prove a point, I forced my tongue through her lips. The kiss continued for a least 5 minutes. While I was still kissing her, I forced her on the couch, kissing and touching her big breasts. I let go. As soon as I realized what I just did, I ran out of Stephanie's office, crying. Hopefully she'll forgive me.

That night, I was set to wrestle against Asuka. They didn't think that I would've beat Asuka. I did! 1, 2, 3! Then everyone in that entire arena cheered. After my match, I got set to leave. I was so dumb. I left my phone in Stephanie's office. I ran back down there, hoping that I wouldn't run into her. I did. Literally......... I don't know why, but tears then started to run down my face. Stephanie who sees this, quickly hugs and kisses me back. "That's another reason I picked you. I have a crush on you." Stephanie whispered. "I do too." I replied. I pushed her on the couch, this time gently. I knew she was wet to begin with. At least that's what I thought. I put a strap-on on. As soon as I got ready to stick it in, Stephanie cringed a little. That's when I looked. She wasn't wet enough. I stopped so I can put my mouth against her pussy. Stephanie began to whimper and dig her fingers on my neck. As soon as she started to get wet, I pushed the strap-on, forcefully... Stephanie began to cross her legs on my back. "Sally, fuck me like there's no tomorrow!" I did as she commanded and gently thrusted back and forth, giving Stephanie time to adjust. As I started to notice that she was used to it, I pulled it out, and slammed it back in there. Luckily, the walls are sound proof. And the door was locked. Stephanie began to grip my long, dark brown hair, until I began to pick up the pace. Stephanie was getting close. I began to thrust to the best of my ability until I felt her release her love juices. After that, we cleaned up, and had a well needed talk. "I know that this is too soon, but let me say this. Believe it or not, this was my first time. What I'm trying to say is, you claimed my purity..... And I love you very much for that." When she said that, I looked on her white couch, where a medium-sized blood stain laid. "You're going to need to get a black couch. I love you more than you'll ever know, Stephanie." With that being said, she kissed me, this time softly, yet passionately. She laid me on the couch. She picked up a dildo that was in her drawer. And then, here comes the mood killer.
" Um, Stephanie, can we......" said Eliza, one of Steph's helpers.
"Eliza, how many times have I told you about coming into my office without a heads up first? said Stephanie, who was getting angry.
"Over 20 times possibly?" Eliza asked.
"More than that! Eliza, I'm sorry, but as of right now, you are relieved from your duties. I hate to do this to you, but I'm going to have to. You keep interrupting my meetings, you always show up unannounced, you don't have any manners once so ever, and you keep constantly pissing me off by saying "It'll never happen again", when every single time it does! This is a job, Eliza, not an everyday habit. You really disappoint me." Stephanie said, getting even more angry. But then, she takes a few breaths.
"You'd better be glad that I have something else in mind. At the minimum, can you do makeup?" Stephanie asked.
Eliza started to get her smile back. "I have a degree in cosmetics to do so."
Stephanie smiled. "Well, you start tomorrow morning. Your first client will be me." said Stephanie. "Oh thank you Stephanie! I'm so glad to hear that. You don't know how good that is to hear that, however I don't think that I'll be able to hold that position for long." said Eliza. Stephanie then started to assume something she'd probably never had to ask a client in her life. "Eliza, you're pregnant aren't you?" Stephanie said. Eliza then nods her head. "Just because you are doesn't mean you can't work, that is if you have a doctor's letter saying that you can't." Stephanie then hugs Eliza. "I am so sorry for shouting at you." Eliza then smiles back. "You are forgiven." And with that being said, Eliza left the office, happy. "I've never in my life seen a rare sight of you before. You're a very beautiful lady, no matter what others think of you." Sally told Stephanie. "Same goes for you." said Stephanie. "So, I guess we're girlfriend and girlfriend?" Sally asked Stephanie. Stephanie then gives a giggle. "You bet your ass we are!" "Wanna go for a ride?" Sally asked. "Did you just make a Sally Ride reference?" Stephanie asked. "Well, she was the First American Woman in Space and she dated a woman for quite sometime." said Sally. "Good point. I'm guessing you have a motorcycle?" Stephanie asked. Sally shook her head. "So, a '68 Mustang." said Stephanie. "Correct. You know my taste girl." said Sally slapping Stephanie's behind. "Let's go shall we?" said Stephanie. The two then exited the arena together. Awaited them was a '68 Mustang, which looked exactly like this below:

As for the interior:

Stephanie then bucks her eyes. "Excuse my language, but how in the hell did you get this type of Mustang? Didn't they only make 7?!?!?!?!?!?" Sally smiled. "It was mom's Mustang. She gave it to me because I practically begged for it for my 16th birthday. Keep in mind a Playboy model was given one of the 7." said Sally. "Are we going to ride with the top back? My dad would kill me!" said Stephanie. "Well, he isn't around is he?" Sally asked. Stephanie then quickly changed her mind. "Alright then, let's go!" said Stephanie. And with that being said, the two sped down the highway, feeling the breeze in their hair. A good way to end a chapter huh?