Life After Torrie Part 3 by Batman (batman5299@hotmail.com) Mike felt like he was on top of the world. He had just gotten off the phone with Jake, who had just gotten lucky with three women, but Mike was in the Bahamas surrounded by beautiful women. He'd pass Jake in the pussy department soon enough. But in the mean time, he was going to enjoy himself. He was only working for the WWF on a freelance arrangement, so even though he had already finished his work for the company, there was nothing that said he couldn't give himself a little vacation for a few days. And what better place to take some time off than the Bahamas. And if he happened to run into a few divas, maybe he could arrange to spend some "quality time" with a few of them. Walking back to his room with a devilish grin on his face, Mike couldn't help but think of the possibilities. His trip had started off nicely. Earlier in the day he had taken Trish Stratus to a remote location to do a special shoot for the cover of the upcoming divas magazine. Trish, being all too eager to get her face on the cover, gave her body to Mike in every way imaginable. Trish thought she was giving herself an edge in the competition. What she didn't know was the decision had already been made once she agreed to do the shoot. It had been in the bag all along for Trish, but Mike had no problem taking advantage of her ignorance in the matter. It had been quite nice actually, and the best part was the guilt he knew she must be feeling about what she had done. He hadn't forced himself on her, she initiated everything, and he was more than willing to go along with it. Mike was almost to his room when he ran into Torrie. In truth, it was Torrie who he really had to thank for what had happened earlier. If it weren't for Torrie, Mike never would've been able to intimidate Trish the way that he did. "Oh my god," Torrie said as Mike approached her in the hall of the hotel. "Torrie, so nice to see you again," Mike said as he walked towards Torrie. Torrie stood in the middle of the hallway speechless. What was Mike doing here? Her and Pamela had made a deal several months ago. Torrie didn't want all the hell she had been put through to begin all over again. "Don't worry, Torrie. I'm not here to see you. The company asked me to come down to do a special shoot with Trish." "A deal's a deal, Mike," Torrie stated, sounding less confident than she had hoped. "Oh, don't worry. I won't lay a finger on you. That is unless you want me to." "You'll never touch me again," she said coolly. "Suit yourself. There's plenty of other women to pleasure. Why don't you ask Trish what her and I did today. She really wanted to be on the cover of the magazine you guys are working on." "Still up to your old blackmailing tricks. It figures, you couldn't get a woman any other way." "Quite confident, now that you figure you're safe. Now that I don't have anything to hold over your pretty little head. I'll just have to find some one else, won't I?" "Why don't you just leave them out of this?" "I have to include them. I can't include you. Maybe I'll go say hello to our old friend, Stacy Keibler," Mike said with a grin. "You had her for one night only. That was the deal." "No, the deal was, we wouldn't film her getting her brains fucked out like we did to you and Pamela. It meant that if we wanted to get to her again, we'd have to work a little harder the second time around. Which I'm prepared to do, unless you're gonna make me a better offer." "I said you'll never touch me again, and I meant it." "Fine, suit yourself. But when I fuck Stacy's brains out again, it'll be on your head once again." Torrie's stomach sank as Mike walked away. Even though she hadn't really talked to Stacy since the incident with Jake, Mike, and Billy, she really did feel sorry for what had occurred. But she wasn't going to put herself through that kind of torment again. An air of guilt hung over her as she thought about what Jake would do to her this time. * * * Stacy Keibler and Terri Runnels were in the hotel's lounge having a drink after a long day of shooting. They were sitting with their backs to the door, and hadn't noticed Mike walk in. He grabbed a table where he could watch them and waited. After about an hour, Stacy got up to go to the restroom. Mike took this opportunity to walk over and introduce himself to Terri. "Hi, you're Terri Runnels aren't you?" "Yes I am," Terri smiled as Mike bought her another drink. "I'm Mike, I did a shoot with Trish earlier today for the magazine," he said as he sat down at the table. "Oh yeah, she told me about that. She said her and a photographer were gonna go to some other part of the island." "That's right." Stacy returned to the table at that moment with a look of shock on her face. She hadn't been able to tell who the man sitting with Terri was when she came back into the room. But now that his back wasn't to her she couldn't believe it. It was one of the men that Torrie had let rape her several months back. "Oh, Stacy. This is Mike, one of the photographers," Terri said with a smile. "Uh, you know, Terri, I'm really sorry, but I'm not feeling really well. I think I'm gonna go back to my room for tonight. See you tomorrow." "Are you sure hon," Terri asked. "Uh, yeah, goodnight," Stacy said as she walked away. Terri looked at Mike. "What was that all about. Do you two know each other?" "Sort of. We did one shoot together. It didn't turn out very well." "I see, well thanks for buying me a drink, but I'm gonna go check on her. Make sure she's okay. Goodnight," Terri said as she got up from the table. Mike finished his drink and went back to his room. There was something he had to get, and some one else he wanted to talk to. * * * Mike was full of confidence as he knocked on the hotel room door. Amy Dumas, better known to WWF fans as Lita, answered the door. Before she could slam the door back on his face, Mike stuck his arm in the door. "Wait. I have an offer you might want to listen to," he said as he tried to keep the door from closing. "Go away, you bastard," Lita said as she tried to close the door. "I still have those pictures, Lita." Lita opened the door. She knew which pictures he was talking about. The ones he had taken after herself, Trish, and Chae An had gotten raped. And it was obvious he was now going to use them to blackmail her. "Are you gonna give me those pictures then," she asked. "Well, that depends on what you do for me," he replied. Lita stepped aside in the doorway to let him in. "No no, we'll go to my room," Mike said with a grin, "but first, why don't you put on one of your bikinis. I'll give you five minutes." Lita closed the door while Mike waited in the hall. After a few minutes she came back out wearing a bathrobe from the hotel. "Very good," Mike said as she stepped back into the hall, "now follow me." Mike may not have been able to get close to Stacy, but there were other pieces of ass in the hotel for him to choose from. And he had plenty of leverage on Lita to satisfy his lusts. Mike opened the door to his suite and let Lita in. He put a blindfold on her as she stepped into the room and led her over to the bed. He removed her robe to reveal a dark blue and purple bikini, and laid her down on the bed. Lita just lay there as this man she was about to have sex with undressed. She could hear him walking back towards her, and felt his hand on her neck. She panicked slightly as she felt him place the leather collar around her neck and fasten it. "What are you going to do to me," she asked as he removed the blindfold. "I'm gonna make you my slave, Lita, and you're gonna love every minute of it," he said as he dangled the three foot chain that was attached to the collar in front of her. "Now, let's get started shall we," he said as he reached underneath her bikini to finger her snatch. "Ooohhhh," Lita moaned almost instantly. What was she doing cheating on Matt like this? And how could she be enjoying it? Still she knew this was something she had to do to get those pictures. Mike could feel she was starting to get wet, and her clit was starting to emerge. He rubbed her little nub and leaned down to bury his face in her breasts. He didn't remove her top. He just massaged her nipples with his tongue through the fabric. "Uh uh uh uh unnnnngggghhhh," Lita gave in to the pleasure she was feeling. Mike stood up from the bed and watched as Lita put her hand down underneath her thong and continued to pleasure herself. Lita's masturbation was cut short however when Mike gave the chain attached to her collar a quick tug, dragging her up off the bed and out onto the balcony and into the hot tub. The warm water of the hot tub helped Lita once again start approaching orgasm as Mike slid in beside her and once again put his fingers up her snatch. The warm water rushing up inside of her was too much. "Uhn, oh godddd, uhn uh uh," Lita arched her back as the stranger drove her to another orgasm. Lita put her head up against the edge of the tub, and sank down in the water, waiting to be satisfied once again. She was taken by surprised when the stranger grabbed her by the hair and forced her down under the water. Mike guided her mouth towards his erected cock, and forced her lips around it. Lita got a firm grip around his shaft and started sucking like a Hoover. She knew she had to make him blow his load if she wanted to come up for hair. Gently massaging his balls as she worked her tongue in a circular pattern around the head of his cock, Mike blew his load down her throat in no time. Mike let her come up for air, but made sure to hold onto the chain. Lita gave slight gasps for air as she sat across from him in the hot tub. Working his way over to her, he lifted her up out of the tub and sat her on the edge. Removing her thong, he leaned down to lick her moist snatch. Stroking her clit in a slow deliberate manner, Lita started bucking her hips into his face as she reached down to hold his head into her crotch. "Uhn, more more more, ooooohhhhhhh," Lita reached her third orgasm. Mike stood over her, and removed her top. Burying his face in her luscious tits, he continued to finger her. "Uhn, just give it all to me. I want to feel your cum inside of me. Mike got up and stared down at the beautiful naked red head. "Do you like being a slave, Lita?" "Yes master," she played along. "And you're a very good slave, Lita. Aren't you," he asked as he dragged her back into the tub and leaned her up against the edge with her back to him. "Yes master," she said as she rested her head on her arms. "Then get ready to feel my cum inside of you," he said as he thrust up into her ass. Mike was surprised at how well Lita took to the idea of being fucked in the ass. The last time he had fucked her in the ass she hated it. Of course, the last time, she hadn't been in a state of bliss before hand, or even loosened up for that matter. She started backing her hips up into him with each thrust. "Uhn, uh, harder, ooohhhh." Lita was shocked when he pulled out of her ass. "What, why did you stop, uhn." "Because I've never been up inside your wet little snatch," he said as he drove home on her clit. Lita just laid there bent over the edge of the hot tub as Mike beat out a rhythm on her ass. "Uhn, uh uh uh arrrrggghhhh, oh ah," Lita once again gave into her feeling of sheer bliss as this man whom she didn't even know his name released his seed up inside of her. Mike got out of the hot tub and went back into the suite. He came back out with a large envelope. "These are the photos that I took of you and the other girls," he said as he held the envelope up in front of her, "and since you were such a good slave, you don't have to worry about anybody else seeing them," he said as he lit the envelope on fire with a lighter and threw it in a small trash can. Mike again walked back into the room. Lita just stayed up against the edge of the hot tub and fell asleep. She woke up several hours later. She took off the collar and put her bikini and robe back on. The man who blackmailed her wasn't around. She figured this probably wasn't his real room. Walking back to her room, Lita couldn't help to feel bad about cheating on her boyfriend Matt. But after all, Team Extreme's motto was "Live For the Moment," and what a moment it was.