"Nervous?"
Debra looked up from the script she was reading, smiling when she saw Linda McMahon standing beside her. "About Wrestlemania?" she asked. Linda nodded. Debra took a deep breath, looking back down at the script in her hands. "Well, I think it'll run pretty smoothly, but yeah, I'm still nervous."
Linda smiled, putting her hand on the younger woman's shoulder. "I've got a few butterflies myself," she said understandingly. "Tomorrow's Wrestlemania, the day we wait for all year! Feels like Christmas."
"Yeah, it does," Debra mused, chuckling softly. "Except your husband isn't usually planning to beat the hell out of some other guy on Christmas."
"True." Linda's eyes flicked down Debra's body, subtly taking in her beauty. The attractive blonde noticed, suppressing a smile and simply pretending not to see. "Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?" Linda asked. "As a sort of pre-Wrestlemania celebration, that is."
Debra smiled and nodded, allowing herself to flirt subtly. "Why I'd love to Mrs. McMahon," she agreed.
"Wonderful." Linda offered Debra her arm, which the younger woman gladly accepted. Linda led Debra out to her limo, instructing the driver to take them to a fancy restaurant which she had been to several times before.
Debra glanced down at her attire, then looked up at Linda. "Mrs. McMahon, I don't know if I'm dressed up enough for such a nice place," she told the older woman.
Linda surveyed Debra's short tan miniskirt and jacket, which as usual revealed much of her amply sized bosom. Her appraisal of the other woman's body was not so subtle this time. "True. Do you have you bag with you?" she questioned.
"Right here Mrs. McMahon," Debra replied, holding up the object in question.
Linda chuckled. "You can call me Linda, sweetheart. Do you have anything fancier in there?"
"I think so." Debra dug through her bag, coming upon a black minidress which she wore on special occasions. The dress was very short and cute to reveal as much of her cleavage as possible. Debra loved the way it made her body look. "What about this, Linda?" Debra suggested, pulling out the dress and showing it to the older woman, loving the way her name sounded as it rolled off her tongue.
Linda nodded approvingly, picturing what the attractive blonde would look like in the sexy dress. "Yes, that will do very well," she agreed.
"I'll change as soon as we get there, then," Debra stated, putting the dress down on her lap.
"Why not just change here?" Linda suggested.
Debra raised her eyebrows. "In the limo?"
"Why not?"
Debra grinned and nodded, giving Linda a subtle yet sultry look. She sat forward a bit and slid her jacket off her arms, leaving her in her low-cut white shirt. "Could you help me with my zipper, Linda?" she asked in a breathy voice, pulling up her hair and turning her back towards Linda.
"Gladly." Linda took hold of the zipper and slowly slid it down, caressing Debra's soft skin with her fingers as she did.
Debra slid that shirt off as well, leaving her upper half clad only in her bra. "Guess I better take this off too," she drawled, running her hand up her thigh to touch the fabric of her skirt. Linda nodded, watching with rapt attention as the younger woman slowly slid the material off her hips, revealing a tiny skin-colored thong. Debra turned to Linda, deliberately sticking her chest out to emphasize her jutting cleavage. "Could you help me into this, Linda?" she breathed, offering the older woman the black dress. She kicked off her high heels and swung her smooth legs around so they were resting on Linda's lap.
Linda nodded, picking up the dress and slipping it over Debra's feet, her hands caressing the blonde's legs as she pulled the fabric up to the other woman's thighs. She stopped her for a moment, allowing Debra to lift her hips off the seat. Before she pulled the dress over the other woman's lower body, she ran her hand up Debra's thigh and to her hip, rubbing gentle circles in the soft flesh. Debra watched her through her thick lashes, a little disappointed when the other woman pulled the skirt of the dress into place.
Debra sat up, holding out her arms. "Now the top," she breathed. Linda nodded, catching the straps of the dress in her fingers. She slid the digits up Debra's stomach, making the other woman shiver. Gently the older McMahon took one of Debra's hands, guiding it through the strap and pushing it up to her shoulder. She did the same with the other arm, then motioned for Debra to turn around so she could zip her up. Debra complied, loving the way Linda once again slid her fingers along her back.
She turned back around, giving Linda a radiant smile. "Thank you Linda," she whispered. "I do believe I'm ready now."
"Not quite." Linda reached out, gently touching the curve of Debra's breast. "The fabric's not quite adjusted right." Her hands cupped Debra's breasts, kneading them slightly through the fabric under the pretext of fixing it. Debra had to bite her lip to hold back a moan.
"Mrs. McMahon?" Both woman jumped at the voice.
"Yes?" Linda asked quickly when she realized it was her driver.
"We're here, Mrs. McMahon."
"Ah, yes. Thank you." Linda quickly straightened her skirt, which had been slightly mussed by Debra's legs on her lap. Debra did the same, making sure her dress was covering all the right areas, and likewise showing all the right things. "Shall we go, then?" Linda gestured to the door of the limo.
"Yes, let's." Debra smiled at the older woman, climbing out of the limo and helping Linda out, then walking into the restaurant by her side.
It was a little over an hour later when the two woman once again passed through the entrance to the fine restaurant. Linda watched Debra's black-clad back and bare, silky smooth legs as the younger woman climbed into the limo once again. The McMahon recalled the way Debra had been subtly yet deliberately playing with her food, feeling a bit hotter than her businesslike skirt and jacket should've made her. She slid into her car beside the young blonde, returning Debra's bright, flirtatious smile.
"That was a lovely dinner, Linda," Debra said, twirling a piece of long blonde hair around her finger in a seemingly innocent manner. The sensualness of the gesture was not lost on Linda. The older woman licked her lips, then spoke.
"I like the cuisine," she stated, her words perceptibly ambiguous. She ran her eyes down Debra's body, her gaze lingering on the woman's ample bosom.
Debra just smiled, sliding a little closer to Linda. "It was quite appealing," she breathed, tracing her finger over one of the thin straps of her dress.
"Yes, indeed." It was Linda's turn to slide a few inches more towards Debra. They were now both resting upon the middle seat, their bodies scant inches from each other. Linda again swept her eyes over Debra's body, raising a single digit to trace along Debra's form in the wake of her gaze. Debra's heart quickened as Linda's soft hand caressed her thigh, then slid up along the side of her dress, making her shiver in anticipation. Then, the older woman's finger was tracing across the supple curve of her breast, making her breath catch in her throat.
Linda's eyes were focused on those two gently hills sloping out from Debra's chest, her eyes running over their soft curves and the valley in between. Slowly, her hand crept around the young blonde's back, easing the zipper of her small black dress down just a bit, enough to loosen the fabric constraining her breasts and reveal the clasp of her bra. Linda's fingers toyed with the fastening, her other hands running across Debra's shoulder, gently slid the strap her both her dress and her bra down her shoulder.
Debra murmured an approving sound softly, arching her back slightly to push her breasts forward in invitation. Linda smiled at that, letting her fingers gently slip the clasp open. Debra's bra grew loose, merely hanging in front of her full breasts. Linda let her fingers trail up Debra's back, again feeling the younger woman shiver. Her hands found the straps remaining on the young woman's shoulder, gently slipping those down as well. She moved both her hands to just above Debra's supple curves, trailing her fingers gently over the other woman's skin. She slid the remaining fabric over them down, pushing it off just far enough to set Debra's breasts free.
Debra groaned softly as her breasts, nipples already hard, were revealed to the cool air. She thrust her chest forward pleadingly, her breathing now increasing with her heart rate. Linda licked her lips once more to moisten them, then bent down and took one delicate nipple in her mouth. Debra moaned, her mouth falling open from pleasure as the McMahon opened her mouth a bit wider, easing her breast deeper into her hot, wet mouth. Debra felt Linda's tongue circling about her nipple, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her being. The older woman moved her hand up to knead Debra's other breast, pinching gently as the blonde's sensitive nipple.
The younger blonde moaned, arching her chest forward into Linda's touches, her breath sliding in and out of the wet heat of Linda's mouth, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She jumped in surprise as she felt Linda's free hand sliding up her thigh, slipping beneath her short black skirt. The older woman's fingers gently slid beneath her thigh, tentatively caressing the area between Debra's legs. Debra bit her tongue to suppress a loud moan as a single digit slipped insider of her. She was trying to keep herself from making too much noise, quite aware of the drive sitting at the front of the limo, hoping he was unaware of their activities in the back. Just as she was about to soar over the edge from Linda's masterful touches, they heard the driver's voice again.
"We're at the hotel, Mrs. McMahon."
Linda drew back for a moment, making Debra shiver with cold as the air hit her wet, highly sensitive breast. "Take it around the block," Linda instructed, her voice sounding thicker than usual. "Take it around a few blocks." She turned her attention back to her task, drawing Debra's supple breast back into her mouth as the limo spun away from the hotel to loop the block.
It was a good amount of time later when the limo pulled into the hotel once more, letting the two blondes off by the door. Linda and Debra grinned at each other, lacing their fingers together. They approached the desk, Linda stopping before the counter and turning to Debra. "Would you care to join me in my room tonight, Debra?" she questioned. "To further discuss upcoming plots, of course."
"Of course." Debra smiled broadly at the older woman. "I would love to, Mrs. McMahon."
"Wonderful." Linda turned to the desk clerk and got her key, then led Linda to the elevator. The car was deserted, so she let her arm slip around the younger woman's waist. Debra smiled, gladly welcoming the affectionate touch.
They stepped out at their floor, finding the hallway empty as well. After checking to make sure no one was coming, Linda let her other arms snake around Debra's waist as well, pulling the blonde into a deep kiss. Debra murmured her approval, her hands running over the smooth fabric on the back of Linda's jacket.
"Come, let's get to my...our room," Linda corrected herself, smiling widely at Debra. They linked hands again, walking down the hallway to the room number they had been given. Linda raised the key card, about to slip it through the lock when she noticed two figures coming down the hall. She raised her eyebrows, motioning towards the too. Debra followed her gaze, chuckling when she saw who it was.
Deciding to play a little, the younger blonde put her hands on her hips and approached the two men. "Why Steve," she exclaimed, making her husband look up sharply from where he had been whispering in Vince McMahon's ear. Steve Austin blushed, quickly withdrawing his arm from around Vince's waist. "What IS going on here?"
"Debra!" Steve exclaimed, chewing his lip nervously. "Um, we were just, um, going to talk business, with Wrestlemania just around the corner and all, so we had a lot of business to talk about."
"Do you normally talk business by whispering in a man's ear?" Debra asked, raising her eyebrows.
"No, um, but that wasn't - " Steve stopped, watching in surprise as Linda strode up to them, snaking her arm around Debra's waist.
"I think we understand," the older woman stated. "You two just have fun tonight."
"Um, thank you dear," Vince said, taking Steve's arm and pulling him into a nearby room. "See you tomorrow at Wrestlemania!"
"See you then." Linda smiled at Debra, the younger woman's arm wrapping around the McMahon's waist as well. Both chuckled as they walked back down the hall and into their room.
THE END