~I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that’s on your knees
I like the way you still say please
While your looking up at me
You’re like my favorite damn disease~
She looked up at Chris from her position on the ground and purred, “Please, Chrissie, give it to me.”
Chris looked her over. She was on her hands and knees in the dirt like a bitch in heat. Her pants were down around her feet and her ass was in the air. She was swirling her hips, humping.
He shook his head slowly. “Is this the reason why you dragged me out here?”
She lifted to her knees and pulled her t-shirt off over her head. Chris inhaled a sharp breath as he watched her breasts bounce and her nipples harden in the crisp air. She looked up at him through lowered lashes and slowly nodded with a slight pout of her full lips. He inhaled a deep breath and grazed her nude body with his eyes, stopping at her breasts. He felt a sudden tightness in his jeans and gulped.
“Fine.” He said and unbuttoned his jeans. He got on his knees behind her and freed himself. He looked around. The back parking lot of yet another arena, behind yet another dumpster. Damn, he thought with a slight shake of his head. It was always the same…in the dirt, behind an arena. The only thing that ever changed was the city they were in. He looked down at her round ass and glistening lips as he tormented her entry with the head of his dick.
“Don’t tease me.” She whimpered.
Chris sneered and shoved it in with a hard thrust. She cried out, just like she always did when he first entered her with that hard push she loved. He took a firm hold of her hips, digging his fingers into her skin and started his rough uneven pounding. She grunted and moaned with every push. He knew she begged for it to hurt and hurt her he tried with all of his strength.
He knew this roughness was bruising her walls, lips and everything else it touched, but right then, he really didn’t care. She didn’t even speak to him unless she wanted his dick. He knew she was using him, but still, he went along with it. How many guys can say they get to fuck the Canadian beauty named Trish Stratus? He grunted with a thrust and sneered again, answering his own question. Just about every big name in both locker rooms could boast about humping her. She used men and threw them away like garbage. It didn’t matter if they were married, had a girlfriend, fat, slim, muscular or whatever, if they had prestige that went along with their name, she went after them like the power-hungry, nymphomaniac she was.
She moaned and groaned, clawing at the ground and tossed her head back. “Faster.”
He arched his brow and started a faster, rougher pace. Soon, he left his sac tighten and he shot with a low growl and another quick jerk of his hips. He exited her and got up, fastening his jeans.
She looked up at him as he walked around her. “Was that it?”
“Yep.” Chris said emotionless. “Was it good for you?”
“It was starting to be.” She grumbled and got up. She wiped the dirt off her knees with her hands and fixed her pants. She sneered at him. “I should have known you couldn’t make me cum. You never have unless you used your tongue.”
Chris snorted. “Whatever, Trish. It was good for me and that’s what counts.”
Trish looked at him with squinted eyes as he walked away. “Asshole, now I have to shower and find another fuck.”
~ And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can’t say 'No'
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose~
That night, Chris sat at the bar of the hotel playing quarter shots with Glenn, Matt and Andrew when he saw her walk in. She was dressed to catch eyes in a very short red dress with spaghetti straps and was so low cut; her nipples were barely covered. And catch eyes she did. Every man in the room craned their neck to look at her, even him. He couldn’t deny she was beautiful and sexy and as much as he wanted to hate her for her ways, he couldn’t. She sat down at a table alone and ordered a glass of champagne.
“Later guys.” He said and got up. He was buzzed, but not so drunk he couldn’t walk or see straight. He walked over to her and without an invitation; he sat down.
“What do you want, Chris?” Trish asked him as the waitress sat down her drink.
“I want to make up for earlier tonight.” Chris said before he could stop himself.
She sipped her drink and licked her perfectly made up lips. “Ok.” She tossed a bill from her purse on the table and got up. “Come on, I’m horny.”
Chris got up and followed her out. They walked and rode the elevator in silence. They got up to her room and Chris walked in behind her. He closed the door and turned to her.
She slipped her straps off her shoulders and let her dress fall into a pool on the floor around her feet. She stepped out of the pool and walked over to him.
Chris looked her from head to toe. She wasn’t playing when she wore that dress. She had no bra on, nor panties. She was looking for a fuck and he was damn sure going to give it to her.
She stopped just short of getting close to him and arched her brow at him. She cupped her breast and pulled her nipple with one hand and caressed down her stomach with the other one, sliding her middle finger into her slit. She moaned and tossed her hair back. “Do you like what you see?”
Chris suddenly felt light-headed as the blood rushed south. He grumbled, “Yes.”
“Then come show me how much you like it.” She said.
Chris quickly got out of his clothing while Trish lay down on the bed with her legs spread. She watched him undress and continued to stroke herself.
“Did you shower?” He asked as he got on the bed.
“Yes.” She said.
Chris narrowed his eyes slightly and moved down her body. No use in foreplay or even kissing. Trish wasn’t into the cuddly crap. She was a get down to it type of chick. He positioned his face over her pubic area and opened her up with his fingers. She was already gushing with juices, so he slipped his middle finger inside of her. She moaned and her walls clamped around his finger. He slowly started moving it in and out and licked her clit. As he continued to work his finger in and out, he sucked, licked and gently bit her nub. Soon he was rewarded by her loud moan and a jerk of her hips. She relaxed and giggled as he slid his finger out of her. She rolled over, closing her legs and smiling softly at him.
“Thank you, Chrissie. I needed that.” She smiled again and rolled on her back with her legs closed. “You can go now.”
“What?” Chris asked with a dropped jaw.
“Go, you’re done here.” She said. “Leave.”
Chris narrowed his eyes and got on his knees on the bed. “You’re throwing me out of your room now?”
“Yes.” Trish said simply. “Goodbye, Chrissie.”
“You’re a fucking bitch, Trish.” Chris said bluntly and got up. He made quick work of his pants and didn’t even bother with his shirt.
“Oh, Chrissie, don’t hate me.” She laughed. “That orgasm you just gave me made my world spin and my head started hurting.”
~ And now I know who you are
It wasn’t that hard
Just to figure you out
Now I did, you wonder why
And now I know who you are
It wasn’t that hard
Just to figure you out
Now I did, you wonder why~
“You’re nothing but a selfish, cock-teasing, fucking bitch.” He said.
“Why do you want to say such mean things to me?” She asked with a pout.
“I speak the truth and the truth is a mean, hurtful thing.” He said and walked out.
~ I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you’re not impressed
While you put me to the test~
A few days later, Chris was getting psyched for his house show match when he saw her walk by. She shot him a coy smile and walked over to Rob Van Dam. She ran her hands up his arm and whispered in his ear. She kissed his cheek softly and walked away. Rob’s face turned bright red and he followed her. Chris saw Trish walk out of a side door and a few seconds later, he saw Rob exit the same door. He chuckled soundlessly and went on warming up for his match. He should have known her next target would be the Intercontinental Champion. A little while later, He saw Rob walk in and a few seconds later, Trish walked in. She saw him, shot him a smirk and walked up to him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll always like you best, my pet.” She walked away leaving a trail of laughter behind her.
Chris snorted and shook his head. “Bitch.”
~ I like the white stains on your dress
I like the way you pass the check
And I love good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self-respect
While your passed out on the deck~
A few weeks later, Chris was at Matt and Amy’s housewarming party. Everyone was there, including her.
“Amy didn’t want to leave her out.” Matt had explained.
About halfway into the night, Trish was drunk, very drunk, and hitting on every man in her sight. Her little black minidress was hiked up around her hips, showing off her red thong as she danced on a table. She fell off the table in Randy Orten’s arms. He laughed and carried her outside on the back deck over the lake. Chris walked over to a window and saw she had passed out on the deck and Randy was standing over her. Her dress was up around her waist and her legs were spread open. Randy smiled and removed himself from his jeans. He lay down beside her and from the back; Chris could tell Randy was fucking her.
Amy walked up behind him. “And she wonders why she gets no respect.”
“Because she doesn’t have any for herself.” Chris said and walked away. He found himself outside. Randy walked passed him and Chris saw Trish laying there, with her legs wide open and her thong gone.
“The boy wanted a souvenir.” Chris mumbled and walked over to her. He picked her up, fixed her dress and shook her.
“Trish.” He said.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him. “What did you do to me?”
~I love my hands around your neck~
Chris growled and suddenly angry, he grabbed her neck and shook her. “You fucking bitch! I’m trying to help you and you blame me for the way you are?”
~And now I know who you are
It wasn’t that hard
Just to figure you out
Now I did, you wonder why
And now I know who you are
It wasn’t that hard
Just to figure you out
Now I did, you wonder why~
Trish gasped and clawed at his hands. Chris realized what he was doing and loosened his grip.
“Yes.” She spat. “I blame you completely.”
Chris narrowed his eyes as he listened to her go on.
“Remember when I first came into the Fed? I wasn’t like this. I wasn’t the slut everyone thought I was, but you made me that way. Remember, you fucked me that first night and left before morning.”
Chris furrowed his brows. “Yes.”
“I came in the next day and you wouldn’t even talk to me. All the guys would throw glances my way and snicker. I heard the girls talk behind my back. I knew you had told everyone all the things we did, you asshole. I heard someone say that you said all I was good for was a fuck.”
Chris let her neck go and he looked at her, not saying anything.
She stumbled towards him as he backed away. “Soon, I was getting asked out by all the big names and yes, I fucked them all, Chrissie. I fucked every single one of them and cursed you the whole time. You gave me my reputation as a slut. I hate you for that.”
“You’re a liar.” Chris spat. “I never told anyone about that night and I’ll be damned if I take the blame for something you did completely on your own. I never told you to spread for every man that walked by you and I’ll be goddamned if you blame that on me.” He walked away, leaving Trish standing there all by herself.
~ I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that’s on your knees
I like the way you still say please
While your looking up at me
You’re like my favorite damn disease~
The next night, Chris was sitting at home watching a movie on television when someone rang his doorbell. He opened the door to find Trish standing there.
“What do you want?” He asked.
She opened her long coat, showing Chris she was naked under it. “You.”
Chris looked her up and down, stopping at her face. “No.”
She pouted slightly. “Please.”
Chris gulped, still raking his eyes up and down her. “Get in here.”
Trish walked in and went into the living room. Chris watched her sit down on his couch and open her legs.
Chris walked over, unbuttoning his jeans. He freed his erection and shoved her down on her back. He didn’t check to see if she was ready for him, he just shoved himself in. She was dry and cried out in pain.
“I know you like it to hurt, bitch.” He growled and started a rough pace. When he was done he got up and looked down at her. She had tears on her cheeks and her lip was bleeding from where she had bitten it.
“Get out.” He said, fixing his pants.
She looked up at him and got up. She closed her coat and hurriedly walked out the door.
Chris sat down on the couch and put his face in his hands.
“Served her right.”
~ And I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can’t say 'No'
Too many long lines in a row
I hate the powder on your nose~
The next week, Chris was backstage talking over his match with Matt when out of the corner of his eye, he saw Scott Steiner propositioning Trish. She nodded and they walked away. Chris inhaled a deep breath and shook his head.
Matt frowned. “Just give it up, Chris, she’ll never be anything more then a slut.”
“I guess.” Chris said and changed the subject back to their match.
Later on that night, he saw her go into a broom closet with Andrew.
“Your line is too long for me, slut.” He mumbled and went on his way.
~ And now I know who you are
It wasn’t that hard
Just to figure you out
Now I did, you wonder why
And now I know who you are
It wasn’t that hard
Just to figure you out
Now I did, you wonder why~
That night, Chris was in the hotel bar having a beer alone when she sat down in front of him.
“Go away.” He said.
“I want to talk to you about last week.” She said.
“I have nothing to say to you.” He said.
“Well, I have something to say to you.” She said.
“Then say it and leave.” He said.
“I wasn’t ready. You knew I wasn’t ready, yet you did it anyway.”
Chris took a drink of his beer and shrugged. “So?”
“Why?” She asked.
“Because a slut doesn’t get respect enough to get herself ready.” Chris said bluntly. “You are nothing but a slut. I wished you were more, but you’re not. You really aren’t good for anything but a quick fuck. You chose the wrong profession; you should have been a whore. At least that’s something you really know how to do.”
Trish blinked rapidly and gulped. “Why do you want to be so mean?”
“Trish, I don’t ever want to have anything else to do with you.”
“Why?” She asked, tears stinging her eyes.
Chris chuckled as he pulled a bill from his pocket. He tossed it on the table and got up.
“Think about it.” He said and walked away.
~ And now I know who you are
It wasn’t that hard
Just to figure you out
Now I did, you wonder why
And now I know who you are
It wasn’t that hard
Just to figure you out
Now I did, you wonder why~