This is a companion piece to The Hills Are Alive... We revisit our heroine Trish as she tries to find a way to top that adventure. It isn't necessary to have read that piece, but she has a habit of being bad like this. She seeks thrill, danger and excitement. Don't judge her, at least she shares her stories. After the amazing adventure in the mountains...
This story was co-wrriten by both Dice & Kristi as part of the D&K Universe ****** In the locker room of the Contiental Airline Arena, the members of Degeneration X, Triple H, Road Dogg, Billy Gunn and X-Pac are watching a replay of Raw and are up to the point where one of the newest divas, one Trish Stratus, as she leads her team of Test & Albert to the r...
SMACK! Trish Stratus cried out in pain as the sound of her big ass being smacked echoed throughout what she had thought was an empty corridor. Thinking some cocky WWF superstar or backstage attendant had stepped out of line Trish turned around and prepared to slap whoever had smacked her booty, but all the fight drained from her body and her ass hole pucke...
Author's note This story was co-written with another author called Vintage. *** Alright, let's get this over with, thought the Smackdown GM Stephanie McMahon as she made her way down to the ring. She had lost a bet to her rival the RAW GM Eric Bischoff and as a result she had to engage in HLA, Hot Lesbian Action, in front of a live crowd. Or at least tha...
This is the fifth installment of My Journey. Although not necessary, this story will be more appreciated if you read Chapters 1 thru 4 first. Thank you to all who read my first four submissions and provided feedback. I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. (And I REALLY enjoyed writing this one!) Please, please leave comments a...
Ingrid's reeked of stale Marlboro lights and sour beer but the club was not what she came for. Trish pushed through the undulating crowd of dancers as her eyes scanning the room for her husband Danny. As she walked through Ingrid's it looked like MTV vomited all over the dance floor. The college girls looked malnourished and bony ranging from size 0 to size...
Her name was Trish and she loved horses. She liked boys and she liked girls too. But she loved horses. So it was no surprise when she got a job training horses for a well-to-do woman in northern Georgia. Trish worked twelve hour days, wrestling 500 pound animals, making them bend to her will, so that they could become disciplined, prancing, tassel--laden s...
Chapter 06 -- Slave routine Officer Eve Bousquet woke up just before sunrise. Trish was still asleep. That morning was the very last time she would have the luxury of sleeping while her Mistress was awake. Starting on Friday, she'd have to wake up and have her owner's breakfast ready and her uniform cleaned and pressed. However, there was no point of her ge...
Penny set two empty wine-glasses on the coffee table with a clink. The crystalware flanked a bottle of merlot too large to be considered tasteful, but not quite box-wine levels of trashy. Trish had just broken up with her prick of a boyfriend, and enough time had passed that it was appropriate to trash-talk the bastard. Trish would, in theory, have progresse...
Chapter 02 -- The holding cell The metal detector went off when she tried to go through screening. The airport employee called over the tough-looking female officer, the one who shared Trish' last name. The island cop's eyes scanned Trish with a strange expression; curiosity mixed with impatience and a hint of contempt. The cop grabbed Trish by the shoulde...