Free Woman

Trish- I put up this thread. If you want to do it, let me know. If not, I'll make it open for someone else )


Karen looked down at the tan line on her ring finger. She was divorced- again. She rubbed at the pale flesh, a little self conscious of it and everything it meant. She had failed again. She walked down the hallway of the mall, her high heels clicking loudly on the tacky colored tile.

She was a beautiful, passionate woman- but she had a problem with her temper. With jealousy. With sharing her lovers with their careers. She needed attention from them, and too often she was at home, alone, waiting for a call.

She used to have a lot of wild times when she was stripping, her nights were never boring. They certainly weren't ever lonely. Then again, she had free time now to do whatever she wanted. That was a plus, and it made her smile. She paused in front of Victoria's Secret, cooly entering the store in search of some new sexy underthings. She picked out a white baby doll nightie with matching white lace panties.

She went in the back to change in the dressing room- unashamed of stepping out of the room and toward the rarely used three paneled mirror to examine herself. The short baby doll in it's sheer material came right bellow her ass, making her long legs longer- especially with her high heels on. The clingy material showed off her large breasts, her nipples barely visible in the light material. She looked good, she looked sexy. Yet she had no one to wear it for. The thought made her pout as she played with her long dark hair- admiring herself in the mirror for just a bit longer.

All of a sudden, two hands were grabbing Karen's firm breasts, hoping to turn her own. Trish was behind her, kissing Karen's neck. She then backs away and lets Karen turn around

"Well, I heard there were sluts around. Never thought I would meet the actual slut of TNA"

Trish smiles as she licks her lips, waiting for Karen to say something

Karen stiffened in shock when she felt the hands on her soft skin, barely covered by the material of the nightie. She whipped around, covering her chest with her arms. "Y..you..! You molester!" She slapped the other woman across the face, enraged at the violation of her body. She wiped off her neck indignantly, scowling at her. All of her earlier thoughts about her previous marriages were completely gone.

She narrowed her eyes at her. "And you owe me twenty bucks for copin' a feel, missy." She held out her palm to her. "You want to feel up my tits, well honey that ain't free."

"Like I'm gonna pay you? Seriously, you got to be the worst hooker I've seen yet! I mean, I can find better hookers on the street than you!"

Trish smirks as she looks at Karen. She will admit, Karen did look hot and if she wanted a fight, Trish would win. Trish then speaks

"Do you even know who I am?"

"Oh honey. That was the introductory fee. The friends and family discount because yes, I know EXACTLY who you are. You're Trish Stratus. I've seen you every time Kurt would take me to a WWE party or event. But we've never properly introduced before." She shifted on her hips, keeping her arms firmly crossed across her breasts.

Mostly because her nipples were hardening beneath the flimsy fabric- she blamed the air conditioning in the changing area, but it was in part due to Trish's warm hands paying attention to them. She didn't want to give the other woman the satisfaction that some part of her body enjoyed the grope.

"So, do former women's champions always go around molesting people in changing rooms, or is that part of your charm?" She smirked a little, tossing her long dark hair over her shoulder.

"No, Mostly I heard you were single and someone told me that a whore was giving out free sex"

Trish smirks as she was on the ball today. She wanted Karen badly, but it was more along of the lines of Dom/Sub kind of deal as Trish speaks

"You should be lucky to have your breasts touched by greatness. I normally don't do that. Considering how much rumors I heard about you...wanting a real woman"

"Well gosh. That's a rumor for you." Karen smirked. "I just got divorced, and now everyone's thinking I'm into women? Gee, wonder who started that one. I guess my past will never really be in the past."

She shook her head. "Well. The great Trish Stratus is interested in me, hmm? Wow. I really am flattered. I never would have thought of myself as being your type- but then again, who could resist this?"

To be honest, someone being interested in her was nice. Good to know she still had value and admirers after being off the market. And hell, it was TRISH of all people. Slowly she let her arms drift down, exposing her large, round breasts- her nipples poking at the fabric. "Touched by greatness huh? Well honey, ya wouldn't have touched them if ya didn't think they were great." She ran her hands over her firm breasts teasingly.

"Well, if you close the curtain for a minute, I can give you more..."

Trish smiles as she pulls the curtain, no one seeing what was going on as she pushes Karen to the wall. Trish's breasts presses against Karen's breast as her lips were near Karen's, teasing the hell out of her

"I know you want me...I can feel it....say it..."

"Mmmph." Karen bit her lip, loving the friction between them. The flimsy material of the baby doll she had on rubbed up against the sensitive skin of her nipples making them harder.

Trish's breath on her warm lips made her heart race- coupled with the public area they were in. She briefly leaned in, flicking her tongue teasingly over her lips. She fidgeted on her high heels, as her pulse quickened. "Damn, you move fast. I must be your type." She purred and gently pushed Trish back.

"I need a good time. I want to have fun. But I don't know if you can handle me." She knocked one of the straps from off of her shoulders, the thin material sliding down and nearly exposed her breast- showing off the darker pink skin right before her nipple. Karen knew how to tease.

"Babe, it's the other way around. I don't think you can handle the perfect diva"

Trish smiles as she takes off her shirt, showing off her small bra, barely holding her breasts, giving a huge tease to Karen. She then leans down, sucking down on Karen's hardened tit. She smiles as she licks Karen's face

Karen muffled a squeal when she felt Trish's tongue and mouth over her breast. She pressed her legs together, feeling her arousal heat up. She took down the other part of the nightie, letting the material fall to the ground around her feet. She blinked at Trish's small bra, admiring the sight of her soft flesh pressed- nearly spilling out of the cup. She reached back and unhooked her bra.

"That looks uncomfortable." She cooed and slid the straps of Trish's bra down her arms- removing the garment. "Mmm." She leaned down kissing the tops of Trish's breasts, caressing the undersides of them before slowly lowering her mouth to flick her tongue across her nipples.

Trish softly moans a little, giving Karen a excuse to be aroused. Trish smiles as she presses her firm breasts with Karen's, rubbing them together as she pins Karen's arms to the wall, kissing her neck. She then pulls back a little and smirks

"You still say I need to pay?"

Karen loved the moan. She wanted to hear another one, but was caught off guard. She squirmed against the cool wall and Trish's hot flesh. "Mmmmm. Do you still have to pay..." She trailed off, pretending to think about it.

"Nah, I don't think so. I'll bump you up to VIP status, Stratus." She smirked and tried to free her hands from Trish's grip. Her breasts hung, her hardened nipples aching, sending hot sensations to her wet sex. "How... how far do you want this to go in here?" She said in a hushed voice. They were in a change room, and it sounded like someone had come into the next change room beside them.

"Til you beg me to marry you. Cause I know you can't stand to be without a ring for so long...you dirty little slut"

Trish smiles as she goes down and pulled off the rest of Karen's clothing. She could see already her pussy was wet and throbbing as Trish softly rubs it, teasing Karen as Trish smirks

"MARRY..." She lowered her voice. "Marry you?! I JUST got divorced.. again. I'm not getting married that fast. But I'm flattered that with in ten minutes you want me as your wife." She grinned, biting back a moan as Trish touched her swollen lips, bringing her some relief.

She lifted her leg up, wrapping it around Trish's waist, wanting more of those teasing touches to her sensitive, throbbing flesh. "Mmm. Trish, please- touch me more. It's so good..."

"With someone like you...that's a lie. I can see it, you want to be my wife...Karen Stratus....admit it...beg for it"

Trish continues to rub away, teasing Karen more as she bites her lip. She then licks Karen's cheek sexually to tease her more, knowing Karen would go mad with pleasure soon

"Mmmm no, you're crazy. We just met! I...I'm not that hard up for a ring...!" She gasped out, rocking her hips into Trish's hand- wanting her fingers deep inside her wetness. She struggled harder against Trish's hold, groaning. She wanted to touch Trish's hot flesh, to explore her soft skin.

The tongue on her cheek made her shiver- her hip movements growing erratic- needy. Her sex pulsed- wanting more than just the teasing rubbings. "Lemme go and I'll give you a lap dance. They were my specialty. Look, there's even a stool there." She made a motion toward the stool in the corner of the change booth.

Trish smirks as she stops. She leans in and begins to kiss Karen lovingly, making sure she gets the full force of the kiss. She then leans back and speaks

"Or...you meet me later tonight...and I'll give you the full Stratusfaction. Til then, you have to wear the sexual battle scars...babygirl"

Karen kissed Trish back, enjoying the warmth of her mouth. When she parted, Karen nodded. "Later tonight...? Alright. I like that. I live near here. Why don't you come to my place..? I'll make you dessert." She licked her lips slowly, enjoying the taste of Trish on them.

"...Battle scars? What do you mean?" She gave her a confused look, still squirming against the other woman.

"The wet pussy, hardened tits. You got to walk out of here with those...I hope you don't get embarassed sexy..."

Trish smiles as she sticks a finger in Karen, fingering her a little, making sure she leave enough to almost make Karen cum, but not just yet. She takes it out and sucks the pre cum off, teasing Karen more as she puts her clothes on and walks out

Thankfully Karen wasn't the type to get embarrassed. She watched Trish leave in utter frustration, pulling on her clothing. She picked up the nightie and the panties she was going to buy, the pair she had on rubbing up against her swollen sex. She put her jeans on, squeezing her legs periodically as she made her way through the store. She bought a new sexy set of underwear- intent on wearing it tonight, and bought them. While the clerk was ringing her up she looked over her shoulder to see if anyone around. She rubbed up against the counter, wanting some sort of relief while no one was looking.

She walked down the mall hallway, every step nearly agonizing. She got a couple of looks for her flushed face and her nipples poking gently out of the too soft fabric of her shirt. Finally, when she was safe in her car, she rubbed the front of her jeans- wanting some more relief.

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That night, she waited for Trish- wearing a mini skirt and a tight fitting shirt. She had showered, and changed into a thong, and sheer lace black bra- the set from earlier. She checked her clock, waiting for her date to arrive.

Trish arrived as she knocks on the door, waiting. Karen sees her and lets her in. Trish walks in as she goes over to the table. She would normally smell food, but didn't as she looks at Karen

"Where's the food?"

"I kept it warm in the oven." Karen passed by Trish, letting her hand trail over Trish's ass as she made her way into the kitchen. She bent over to get the pie, her skirt riding up to expose the cheeks of her ass, and a little peek of thong. "I made a pie." She put it on the counter, cutting them up a few slices. "Can't have a pie without whipped cream." She smirks slowly and takes out the can from the fridge, along with some strawberries. She puts the plates and the extra items on the table.

She sprayed some whipped cream on her finger, licking it off slowly. "Where do you want your whipped cream, Trish...?" She purred gesturing toward the plate of pie and strawberries.

Trish smiles as she gets the whipped cream. She sprays some on Karen's shoulder and sexually licks it off. She then sprays some on Karen's semi exposed breasts and softly, slowly and sexually licks it off

"I think we need to skip dinner...and go straight to pie..."

She groaned when Trish sprayed her shoulder and breasts with the whipped cream. She was glad she bought the big can. "Now... why didn't you say you just wanted to get straight to the pie..?" She snickered and sat back on her dining room table. Her short skirt rode up, exposing her smooth thighs. She grabbed the plate of pie, scooping some up on the fork and offered it to Trish.

"Have some first. I made it homemade." It was more of a demand then a suggestion. "Even if it's just a small bite."