Disclaimer: Vince owns ‘em, I own the rights to the games I make ‘em play.
Distribution: Flights.
Notes: It’s not always a good thing to be in Matt Hardy’s shoes.

“Come on Lita, I barely looked at her.”
“Barely looked at her? What am I? Dumb or something? You ogled her! Then you kissed me when you still had a hard-on for her. It was vile!”
“So what? I looked at her. I admit it, I looked at her. She was sexy. I’m only human.”
Lita’s face didn’t change, which made Matt foolishly think he’d scored a good point. It was Jeff’s sharp breath intake and seeing him shake his head that made him feel less secure. Since he had nothing to lose, he looked down at his shoes for a second, trying to come up with a way out of the hole he’d dug himself, hence being unable to see Lita’s s fist as it made a one-way trip toward his nose.
Torrie was on way to her hotel when she saw Matt being literally kicked out of his, bloody nose and all, Lita’s foot making a final connection with his ass.
“You want to ogle her this bad? Go ahead and join her and the Dudleyz! I’ll bet they’ll let you watch!”
“All right Lita!” Jeff shouted gleefully from inside the room. “Way to show him… hey! What are you d-- Lita! Stop! Ouch! That hurts! But I didn’t do anything! Why are you kicking me out?”
“Blame it on DNA!”
Outside the room, Torrie tried her best not to laugh while Matt massaged his sore derriere, while tilting his head back to stop the nosebleed. Jeff stood over his brother, trying to convince himself that hitting him would serve no purpose. That’s when he spotted Torrie.
“Having fun?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” Jeff snarled, “after all, we live to keep you entertained.”
“Sweet.”
Glaring at Torrie, Jeff turned his attention back to his brother.
“You ok?”
“Yeah… I think.”
“Good!”
Jeff started raining a flurry of hits over his brother’s shoulders and back.
“Where the hell am I going to sleep?” Jeff asked Matt as the older, dark-haired man tried putting up some kind of a defense.
“Why don’t you boys use my room?”
The brawling siblings looked up from the tangle of arms and legs they’d become all the way up to Torrie as she stood over them, her hotel room key dangling from an elegantly slim finger.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Still fuming, Lita stalked to the door and wrenched it open, only to find Torrie standing there.
“What?” she asked sharply.
“Great Austin impression. Can I sleep here tonight?”
“I wasn’t doing an… what? Why?”
“I saw you kick out Matt and Jeff and gave them my room.”
“Why?” Lita asked again, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“I’m a nice girl?”
“Yeah right.”
“Truth? I wanted to spend a night in your bed.”
Lita couldn’t help gasping at Torrie’s candor. Still in shock, she let Torrie brush past her into the room. But as soon as the blonde started pushing her trademark red hip huggers down her curvy hips, she regained her senses.
“What are you doing?” she asked, shoving the door shut. “Anyone walking by could have seen you!”
“Oh, I don’t mind. I got a good body. Nothing to be ashamed of, you know?”
“You and Stacey both.”
The venom in Lita’s voice at the mention of Stacey made Torrie smile.
“Not too fond of my former best friend, are ya?”
“Not really.”
“Because of tonight? That thing with Matt checking her out?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s harmless, you know.”
“Miz Pussy Skirts?”
“Pussy Skirts?”
“Skirts with high speed pussy access.”
“I like that! Can I use it?”
“Free country.”
“Cool. Anyhow, about Stacey?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, she’s frigid.”
“What?”
“Hates sex. Never came. Like ever in her life!”
“You are shitting me,” Lita chuckled, sitting on the bed next to a still pant-less Torrie.
“I wish. I sprained my wrist fingering her.”
Lita burst out laughing. As she fell back on the bed, holding her sides, Torrie took off all of her clothes. Once her laughter abated, the extreme redhead turned to the phone, reaching out to pick it up.
“What’s your room number? This is too good. I’ll forgive the prick…”
“Maybe I can get you to reconsider doing that just now,” Torrie said softly.
“Huh?”
Lita turned around and got her first glimpse of a naked Torrie.
“Do you want to reconsider? Calling Matt, I mean.”
Taking a deep breath, the redhead smiled at the blonde.
“Are you trying to seduce me by any chance?”
“Something like that.”
“I have a boyfriend, you know.”
“Aw shucks… do ya? For real?”
“That makes you a home wrecker.”
“Beats the slut chants.”
During the conversation, Torrie had crawled on top of the bed, stalking a very still, and torn, Lita.
“Torrie…”
“Yes?” the blonde asked, nuzzling the redhead’s neck.
“…” Lita could only groan as a pointy tongue sensually licked her ear lobe.
“Yes?” Torrie asked, a definite purr in her voice.
“I won’t sprain your wrist.”
Torrie started laughing as Lita pulled her down for a kiss that made her skin tighten over her taut muscles. Slim limbs, some clothed, others bare, met and rubbed, creating a heated friction that came close to burning both women. Finally, both bodies were bare, legs, arms, fingers, toes twined, becoming a beast of lust with two backs, its hair a flaming mane of gold and blood. The animal, covered with a thin sheen of sweat let out many grunts, growls, groans and the like. Finally exhausted, the primal being exploded, splitting into two heaving and panting parts of itself.

Jeff stood next to his brother who looked like hell. Thanks to the rainbow-haired extreme wrestler, the ogler had spent a long night on a shaky cot on the wall right next to the room Shane shared with Booker T and Test, a horny trio at their most tired. So Matt hadn’t slept, his nose was still hurting and he wasn’t happy.
“Just knock on the door already. I want to change and shower.”
“Fine.”
Matt raised his hand and knocked on the door. After about thirty seconds, it opened, Lita and Torrie standing there, dressed and smiling.
“You owe me five dollars,” the blonde told her redheaded friend. “I told you he’d knock himself.”
“Lita?” Matt asked softly. “I’m a bad, bad man.”
“It’s ok,” Lita said with a smile.
“It is?” both brothers asked, shocked.
“Yeah. I had a long talk with Torrie and realized there was no point in staying mad at you. I mean, it’s like someone offered me a good meal while I was on a diet. I don’t have to eat any of it, but I can still smell it.”
“Huh?”
“You can ogle but you can’t touch.”
“How’s this? I don’t even want to ogle anymore.”
“Listen, ogling is ok. I mean, you can ogle Torrie, Trish, Ivory, Jackie, Debra, Molly all you want, I won’t mind.”
“You won’t?”
“Nope.”
“Nope. But I’ll do my fair share of ogling too. I’ll check out Rob, Shane, Test, Edge, Christian, Raven, Hunter…”
And Torrie, Lita thought with a discreet smile to her blonde lover, I’ll definitely be ogling Torrie.
Picking up her bag, Torrie gave Lita a discreet wiggle of her ass and hips, looking at her new friend as she kissed her boyfriend. If this were Mission: Impossible, I’d say mission accomplished, but this is more like Lust: Satisfied.

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