Chapter 1: Introduction
I, Trish Stratus, reached Vince's office at WWE Headquarters in Stamford, Connecticut, with bated breath. The prospect of meeting with the legendary Vince McMahon had me as nervous as a newbie performer on their first night. But with my long, toned legs eating up the mahogany-floored corridor, I shoved down those jitters.
As I approached, the door swung open to reveal Vince's imposing physique. His piercing, intense dark eyes bore into me, causing heat to pool in my stomach.
"Trish," he greeted, gesturing me inside. The luxurious office reeked of affluence, fitting for a kingpin like McMahon. I felt small in its expansive grandeur, intimidated by the towering glass windows, rich oil paintings, and ornate chandelier dangling overhead.
His graying hair didn't detract from his commanding presence.
The man who built an empire from sweat, sacrifice, and sheer determination stood before me with a small, confident smirk.
"Trish," he repeated, my name a soothing species of invitation in his mouth. "I want to discuss your career prospects."
Sinking into an exquisite leather chair, I smoothed my tight skirt nervously. Vince followed suit, angling his body toward me, and fixed a sultry, intense expression on his handsome face.
"Your potential's limitless.
I've always appreciated your dedication, Trish." Vince murmured provocatively, his dark eyes full of hunger. "I'd like to show you some, uh, wrestling holds?"
My breath caught. I should have been shocked, but couldn't suppress the throbbing between my thighs, the sudden surge of desire electrifying my veins. Vince was the epitome of my adolescent fantasies; and now, my attraction radiated between us.
My heart thundered as Vince stepped around his desk, his tall, muscular frame easing closer.
His eyes never left mine, calling me forward like a predator luring its prey.
"You see, Trish, I have this hold in mind, one I think you'll find quite... stimulating." With adept fingers, he unbuttoned his tailored jacket, his crisp white shirt underneath still immaculate. "How badly do you want to be a top star here, Trish?"
My pulse raced, blood coursing through me like lava as I stared back, my breaths shallow and heavy.
"I-I want it more than anything," I whispered, my voice wavering. I knew I was taking a risk showcasing my vulnerability, but I needed to prove myself. I needed to prove that I could take anything Vince was going to throw at me.
Without warning, Vince grabbed my wrist, tugging me hard against him. My breasts smashed against his broad chest as he ground into me. My every nerve ending was alive, aching to serve him.
"You know what I want," he grunted, looking down at me. "How far are you willing to go, Trish?"
"I'll go as far as it takes, Vince. I won't let you down," I vowed, my voice steady despite the erratic pounding of my heart.
I bent down and sucked his thick, pulsing dick, moaning as I felt it throbbing in pleasure inside my eager mouth.
"Fucking hell!" he swore.
"You know what I want," he grunted, looking down at me. "How far are you willing to go, Trish?"
"I'll go as far as it takes, Vince. I won't let you down," I vowed, my voice steady despite the erratic pounding of my heart.
I bent down and sucked his thick, pulsing dick, moaning as I felt it throbbing in pleasure inside my eager mouth.
"Fucking hell!" he swore.
"Suck it, Trish, show me how badly you want to get to the top."
My heart hammered within me, my breasts heaving against the fabric of my top as my mouth enveloped him.
Vince's hand wrapped itself tightly around my ponytail, guiding my head as I moved back and forth, taking him further into my mouth. I felt every ridge, every vein, and my tongue swirled over the sensitive underside, eliciting more filthy words from his beautiful mouth.
"That's it," he urged, tugging at my locks. "Goddamn, Trish, your mouth is fucking heaven."
His praise spurred me on, and I gripped the base, sliding my hand up and down in rhythm with my mouth, using my teeth to gently graze him – just enough to make him moan in a way that sent sparks racing through me.
Vince's grip on my hair tightened, forcing me to take him deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat, sparking my gag reflex.
I tried to pull back, but his grip held me firmly in place, his cock buried in my throat.
"That's it, Trish, take it," he growled, hips bucking gently.
I looked up at him, tears streaming down my face, my mascara likely smearing beneath my eyes.
His gaze bore into mine with an intensity that set me alight.
He pulled my hair tighter, forcing me to gaze up at him as he thrust his hips gently, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth.
Then, with a guttural growl, Vince yanked me upright, our bodies colliding in a heated mess.
His strong arms wrapped around me, and he gripped my shirt with determined fingers.
Ripping it open, buttons scattered, pinging off the opulent walls and furniture.
Heart thundering, I glanced around the office, cheeks flushed at the prospect of discovery.
But as if sensing my fear, Vince spun me back to face him, whispering, "I want you, Trish."
His hands roamed down my body, tearing at my pants, leaving my skin bared for him.
The hungry glint in his eyes ignited something wicked within me, a desire to submit to this powerful, alluring man.
He shoved my pants down my legs and kicked them aside.
"Turn around," he demanded hoarsely, his voice dripping with lust.
I spun on my heels, my breaths coming out in ragged gasps, obeying the command of this powerful man.
His gaze swept over me, a primal hunger darkening those deep-set eyes.
"You're fucking gorgeous, Trish," Vince rasped, one hand straying to his belt.
My core clenched in anticipation, my clit swelling as I imagined him filling me.
I glanced over my shoulder, offering him an intoxicating view of my bare ass. His fingers worked double-time, frantically unbuckling his belt. At last, it fell away, and his slacks dropped to the floor.
"Fucking finally," he muttered, almost to himself.
With one firm tug, Vince ripped my thong down my thighs, leaving the fragile material in tatters.
"Step out of them," he demanded.
I obliged, stepping out of my panties, my bare ass exposed to him for the first time. I bit my lip, already anticipating the exquisite sensation of him possessing me.
Vince's large, calloused hands gripped my hips, his fingertips pressing firmly into my skin. A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine as he pulled me against his solid body, his hard cock nestled between the cleft of my ass.
His lips brushed the shell of my ear, teeth nipping my earlobe.
A quiet gasp escaped my lips as he whispered, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, Trish."
The promise in his voice sent shivers down my spine, and my core tightened with anticipation.
"Vince," I breathed, unsure of what I wanted to say or ask. I felt like a deer in headlights, pinned down by the man I'd lusted after for so long.
His hands trailed up my torso, cupping my breasts in a firm embrace.
I leaned back, my head resting on his chest as he played with my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, pinching and teasing them until I gasped and writhed in his arms.
Vince's fingers explored my body, gliding down my stomach, tracing my hipbones before finally slipping between my thighs. My pussy was soaked, slick with arousal as he brushed his fingers over my clit. A gasp escaped my lips, my knees trembling at the contact.
"You're ready for me, Trish," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Vince guided me over to his desk, pushing me down so that my breasts were pressed against the cold wood. I shivered, my nipples hardening even more. He stepped closer, positioning himself behind me.
I could feel the heat radiating off him, and I instinctively pressed my ass back against him, eager for the contact.
With a low growl, Vince spread my legs apart, gripping my hips as the thick head of his cock brushed against my entrance. His fingers dug into me as he teased me, sliding the tip lower before dragging it back up to my clit.
"Please, Vince," I begged, my breath hitching as a shudder of pleasure rippled through me.
"Take me now."
With a low groan, Vince gave in to my plea, slipping inside me with one forceful thrust. I gasped at the sensation, a wave of heat coursing through me as I adjusted to his girth.
"Jesus Christ, Trish," he panted, gripping my hips tightly. "You're so fucking tight."
His raw, animalistic tone spurred me on, my desire for him only intensifying as he began to move. Vince slid in and out, my body adjusting to his rhythm as I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with fervor.
Our bodies slapped together in a steady rhythm, sweat trickling down our skin as we found our stride. I reached back, tangling my fingers in Vince's hair, pulling him closer.
"Harder," I demanded.
Vince, however, had other plans.
His employee walked in, a briefcase in hand, but Vince didn't even bat an eyelash. He calmly and without embarrassment kept thrusting while talking to the employee. Trish, on the other hand, was mortified.
Her face burned with embarrassment as the employee stood there, not seeming to notice or care about the erotic scene unfolding before them.
"Ah, John, just the man I wanted to see," Vince said casually, his hips still moving with purpose.
John looked unfazed, nodding along as Vince spoke about some new business plans. Trish couldn't believe what was happening. She was sandwiched between Vince's desk and his body, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
I clenched around him, feeling his release erupting inside me. My breath hitched, the feeling alien and uncomfortable. My mind screamed at the thought of him filling me up, and the bitter taste of disappointment flooded my mouth.
"Why'd you cum inside me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Shit, I'm sorry," he replied, pulling out of me. "I couldn't help it."
He leaned down, whispering in my ear, "Get on your knees and clean me up."
I hesitated, my eyes wide with shock, but Vince's expression left no room for argument. With a shaky breath, I slid off the desk and sunk to my knees, taking him into my mouth once more.
"Yeah, just like that," he groaned, as I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting ourselves.
"God, you're so good at that."
Time seemed to blur as I lost myself in the rhythm of sucking and licking, enjoying the feeling of power it gave me to reduce this powerful man to a moaning, writhing mess.
Finally, Vince pulled back, tucking himself back into his pants. "Damn, you're good," he said, with a satisfied grin. "Okay, let's get back to work."
I nodded, standing up and straightening my skirt. As Vince settled back into his chair, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. I had done something few women had ever done - made Vince McMahon lose control.
We dove into the paperwork, pouring over contracts and marketing plans. I was surprised at how engaged Vince was, how focused he was on making sure every detail was perfect.
A part of me wondered if this was just another way he asserted his dominance - with precise, calculated movements and attention to detail. All I knew was that, despite the lingering embarrassment, I wanted to impress him, to please him.
As we worked, Vince's hand would occasionally stray to my thigh, caressing the skin beneath my skirt. Whenever this happened, my breath would catch, fire rushing through my veins, and I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the paperwork.
My body longed for the feeling of his, to have him pin me down like he did earlier and teach me more about these wrestling holds.
"Trish," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're distracted."
I blinked and realized my thoughts had drifted off again, reminiscing on how good it felt to submit to him. I cleared my throat, trying to regain some professional composure, and whispered, "I can't help it, Vince.
My body longed for the feeling of his, to have him pin me down like he did earlier and teach me more about these wrestling holds.
"Trish," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're distracted."
I blinked and realized my thoughts had drifted off again, reminiscing on how good it felt to submit to him. I cleared my throat, trying to regain some professional composure, and whispered, "I can't help it, Vince.
My thoughts ran wild with wanton desire, the memory of his thick cock driving into me, stretching me wide as he took me on his desk. The taste of him still lingered on my tongue, a constant reminder of what we'd just done.
"You know what you need, Trish?" Vince smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He stood up from his chair and walked around to me. I swallowed hard as he placed a hand on my shoulder and leaned in close.
"You need to be punished for your lack of focus," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.
My heart skipped a beat, adrenaline coursed through my veins, and my core tightened. Desire surged through me, and I couldn't help but feel a deep longing to submit to this powerful man.
Vince gripped my hair tight, his other hand wrapping around my neck, and forced me to look into his eyes.
"You want this, don't you?" he demanded.
"Say you want it."
I hesitated for a moment, the vulnerability and shame clawing at my chest. But then, I looked into his eyes - those dark, commanding eyes - and I understood.
"I want it," I whispered.
His hand moved from my neck to grip my hip, holding me in place as he guided himself to my entrance.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Then, with one swift motion, he bent me over his desk, and entered me from behind.
The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced.
His thick cock stretched me, filled me completely, and I cried out in surprise and pleasure.
He gripped my hips, setting a brutal, demanding pace, and I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
His other hand snaked around my waist, finding my clit and rubbing slow circles.
The dual sensations of pleasure and pain were almost too much, and I writhed between them, gasping for breath.
"You like that?" Vince growled, his voice deep and guttural. "You want me to take you like this?"
I couldn't speak, could only nod my head as he continued to thrust into me. His fingers worked their magic, drawing out moans and whimpers that I couldn't contain. My entire body trembled as I felt myself inching closer to the edge.
Suddenly, Vince pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and bereft. But before I could protest, he spun me around and pushed me down onto the floor. My hands landed on the plush carpet as he lifted my hips, positioning me on all fours.
"Now," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"I want you to arch your back and push your ass up in the air for me."
My heart raced as I obeyed, knowing what was coming next. Vince's hand came down hard on my ass, a loud crack filling the room. The sting was intense, but it quickly morphed into a warmth that spread throughout my body and settled between my legs.
"Your ass is so fucking sexy," he groaned, delivering another slap that made me cry out in pleasure.
"You like that, don't you?"
I nodded eagerly, feeling a raw, primal need building up inside of me. With each slap of his hand against my flesh, I could feel my wetness growing, my body begging for more.
Vince didn't disappoint. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to make you come, Trish? Do you want me to finger that tight little cunt of yours until you scream with pleasure?"
"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.
I was beyond caring what I sounded like. All that mattered now was the pleasure coursing through my veins, building with each of his obscene words.
Vince wasted no time in plunging two fingers deep into me, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with an expert touch. The combination of the pain from the slaps and the intense pleasure of his touch left me dizzy, my mind swirling as Vince pushed me further and further towards the edge.
My breasts swayed beneath me, nipples hard and aching for his touch.
"You like that don't you, Trish?" Vince growled, slapping my ass once more before sinking his teeth into the curve of my neck. I cried out, my pussy clenching around his fingers as the sting of his bite sent a wave of pleasure crashing over me. "Goddamn, you're so fucking hot when you're desperate for it," he continued, his voice raw with lust.
I could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth.
"You want me to what?" I gasped, my mind reeling with shock and excitement.
"I want you to fuck me, Trish," he repeated, his voice deep and commanding. "I've wanted you for a long time, and I can't hold back any longer. I need to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, straight to my core. I had never been so completely turned on in my entire life.