WARNING: This is an erotic story, featuring scenes and themes of a sexual
nature. If that offends you, or if you aren't old enough to view pornography
where you are, then stop reading now.

Part of the "Selling Out/Putting Out" Series



This Title Shot Sucks
by Airo Smicktor

When Vince McMahon walks down a corridor, it clears out. When Vince McMahon
enters a room, it goes silent. In the WWE, he is lord and master. He is the
man who can, and more often than not does, make and break careers.

He knows what he wants, and rarely doesn't get it. Whether it's the latest
hot talent on the independent circuit, or his next bid TV deal, he gets the
signatures.

Yet somehow he can't get Eric Bischoff out of his sight.

"Once again Mr. McMahon, I can't stress enough how much of an honour it is to
have you here tonight!" The Raw G.M. said.

Vince was beginning to regret his decision of coming here tonight. As a
businessman, he had faith in Eric's ability to run the Raw brand. But on a
personal level, he can't stand him.

"Eric, as much as I... Appreciate your time..." Vince lied, sitting in the
chair behind the desk of the office set up for him. "I would suggest that you
go and take care of your duties as General Manager, seeing as how the show is
about to start."

"Of course Sir, Mr. McMahon Sir! Right away!"

Bischoff quickly made his way out of the room. Once he'd left, Vince breathed
a large sigh of relief. All he had to do was try and avoid him, and Triple
H's complaining about not being World Champion, for the rest of the night.

A light knocking on the door caught his attention.

"Who is it?"

"Mister McMahon?" The female voice asked. "It's uh, Candice Michelle. I was
wondering if I could talk to you for a moment, that is, if you weren't too
busy?"

Vince smiled. He always had time for a hot young lady. "Come right on in!"
He said.

The owner of the WWE's smile widened at the sight of the lady when she
entered. She was wearing a full-length green dress that went from the top
of her chest down just a few inches below her thighs. It showed off all
the right places - her breasts and her ass - not forgetting her sexy face
and lips.

"I don't believe we've been formally introduced to each other Candice." Vince
said, standing up, extending his hand. "You don't mind if I call you that, do
you?"

"Not at all Mr. McMahon." She said, tentatively shaking his hand. She was
nervous, Vince could tell. Just how Vince liked them.

"Well, what is that you wanted to talk about?"

"It's, it's about the Women's Championship."

"Oh? What about it?"

"Well, as you know, Trish Stratus is the champion. But she's been out of
action for a while now."

Vince remembered. It was at Backlash, when Viscera decided to 'vent some
frustration' out on Trish. That resulted in her needing to take time out to
recover from the injuries sustained.

"Oh yes." Vince said.

"The thing is Mr. McMahon, this isn't the first time that Trish has been
injured and has still been champion through it. It happened before when she
had that wrist injury."

"Uh huh."

"Well, I know that there's this '30-day title defence clause' in all the Raw
contracts. It's the same one that Mr. Bischoff used to strip Edge of the
Intercontinental Championship when he had that groin injury."

"Ah!" Vince could guess where this conversation was going. "Are you
suggesting that Stratus should be stripped of the Women's Championship, and
that a new champion should be found?"

Candice nodded her head.

"Well, you do have a point... But, unless the Board of Directors or the
Officials notice, then I don't see why I can't just let this slide. After
all, it takes a lot more work than you may imagine to make such a decision
about ANY title..."

Candice moved forward, clasping her hands together and looking up at Vince
with pleading eyes.

"Please Mr. McMahon! Don't let her keep the belt! I'll do anything to get a
shot at it!"

Vince was almost transfixed by the sight before him, the look on his face
indicating that he didn't believe what he was seeing. How could someone be so
hot, so innocent, and so desperate all at the same time??

Then Vince's face broke out into a wide grin. "Did you say, 'anything'?" He
asked.

She nodded, taking a deep gulp down her throat. She knew she might have to do
something like this while working in the WWE, especially when dealing with
Vince McMahon. But it was either this or Bischoff, and there was no way she
was doing him. He was far too creepy looking.

"Absolutely anything." She answered in a sexy voice, batting her eyelids.

"Well, before we can 'discuss things' further, we'd better make sure we don't
get any unexpected interruptions."

Candice nodded, turning around and walking to the door. Just before she was
about to lock the door, she looked over her shoulder. Vince's eyes were fixed
on her ass. She smiled, taking a step back from the door.

Placing her hands on her hips, she stepped her left leg out to the side
before doing the same with the right. Slowly, she bent forward, still keeping
her hands in position, until her body was almost a right angle.

"See anything you like Sir?" Candice asked, noticing the obvious bulge in
Vince's pants.

The speechless expression on his face told it all.

She winked at him, before turning her head and bringing her hands off her and
onto the door, locking it. As she did so, she slowly moved her ass from side
to side, tempting the owner of the WWE.

That was too much for Vince to take, as he rushed over to her while fumbling
with his pants. Candice looked over her shoulder again, a little surprised by
how sudden he had moved.

"I can get that for you if you want..."

"Oh no! I'm taking you right now, right here, just like this! You just stay
like that!"

Candice just nodded. She had no problems with a standing doggy-style
position. Not one of her favourites, but she wasn't in a position to argue.
If she wanted that Women's Championship, she had to go through with this.

It took Vince barely a minute to get out of his pants and boxers, revealing
his manhood.

"Bet you've never seen one like this huh?" Vince gloated, holding his dick
in his hand, and a condom in the other (he always kept a few with him at all
times).

"Uh, no Sir..." She said. It was average at best, but like she was really
going to tell him that.

"Think you can handle the 'Genetic Jackhammer?'" He asked, opening the
package and putting the condom on.

"Absolutely!" She replied, faking enthusiasm by licking her lips.

Vince took another step forward, before using both of his hands to lift up
her skirt to over her ass. He then placed his hands on the cheeks, rubbing
them while admiring the matching green thong that she was wearing. She had
quite a nice ass. Nothing on the level of Trish, Stacy or Dawn Marie, but
plenty enough for him.

Using a hand, he peeled the thong down her thighs, until it was hanging just
above her knees. Next, he spread her buns apart, revealing her asshole. Now
Vince licked his lips. He was of the opinion that there was only one time for
fucking women in the pussy - to get her pregnant. All the other times, ass
fucking was the only way.

"Ever taken it anal before?" He asked.

"Uh, n-no, never S-Sir."

"Well, since you've been more cooperative with me than some of the 'other
divas' on the roster, I'll give you a little advise..."

He then spat right down into her asshole, which caused her to yelp in
surprise.

"Finger yourself. It balances out the pain."

"P... Pain??" Candice was worried now.

"Oh don't worry. It's a pre-lubed condom."

Without saying anything more, he pressed the head of his cock up against her
asshole. Again Candice gasped at the sensation. Slowly, Vince was working the
tip into her tight hole. To her, it felt a fire had been lit in her ass.

"The first time is always the most hard..." Vince explained, a look of focus
on his face. "Asses are always the tightest to get into, it takes a while."

Candice said nothing, a shocked look of pain on her face. Her mouth was open
to scream, but no sounds were coming out. The feeling was something she never
thought was possible.

Vince managed to get the whole bell-end into her anus. Vince smiled again.
She was defiantly one of the tightest he'd ever had the pleasure of dealing
with. It was like a clamp around his cock.

He pulled out the head a little, before pushing it back in. Again, a shudder
of pain leapt through Candice, but still only the head of the penis was in
her anal passage. Once again, Vince pulled out and put it back in. This time
she closed her eyes, a little hiss escaping from her lips.

Already, the owner of the WWE had started a steady process of pulling out,
and then putting it back into her butt. For the first few thrusts, only the
head was able to get in. But soon enough, the cock started to inch inside
bit by bit.

Vince repeated the process of carefully opening up Candice's ass with his
thick manhood. For Candice it was pure hell. Every time more of his dick went
into her, the pain got worse for her. She gritted her teeth, his eyes closed
tight, whining every time he pushed forward.

For Vince, that made it all the more enjoyable. There was a little sadist
nature in him that liked to inflict pain upon others. That only added to his
love of butt fucking. But as much as he liked that, he knew that even he'd
get tired of it eventually.

Reaching forward, he took one of her hands that were pressed up against the
door, before leading it down under her stomach to her pussy. Candice grunted
a little, feeling her hand being made to rub against her pussy.

She gulped, feeling a familiar nice feeling emerge in her lower regions as
her fingers brushed against the lips. She gasped as one of her fingers traced
along the inside, followed by another.

Vince had no need to give any more directions, bringing his hand back to keep
her cheeks spread apart. He couldn't help but grin at the sight before him.
The amazingly beautiful woman in a green dress, with her long black hair down
her back, slowly masturbating herself as he was forcing her ass open with his
dick.

Candice's expression softened as her hand used a pleasant rhythm that was
getting her off. In fact, the feeling of the cock in her ass was actually
adding to the sensation. She was beginning to like this.

Vince could tell that the Raw diva was starting to enjoy this, as indicated
by the moans that were beginning to replace the grunts. If he could see her
tits, he would have seen the stiff nipples poking through her dress.

"Having fun?" He asked

"Mmmm..." Was the reply.

"We're just getting started." Vince stated, before bringing his left hand up
and smacking her left ass cheek.

"Oooh!" She exclaimed.

Vince grinned, taking his right hand and doing the same with the other cheek.

"Yeah..." She said, driving another finger into herself.

"You like that huh?" Applying another slap to the left cheek.

"Yesss Sir..."

"Well then, you won't mind taking it up a gear then?"

"No Sir..."

With that, Vince pulled out until just the bare tip of his dick was still in
her ass, before slamming forward with his hips.

"Uhhh!!"

"Shit that's tight!" Vince exclaimed, pulling out and thrusting in again.
"Damn!"

"Ooooh God..."

Grabbing firmly onto her hips, the owner of the WWE began pumping hard into
Candice's anus like it was his only purpose in life. With every thrust in,
her moans became louder as her fingers worked faster.

Taking her other hand off the door, Candice pulled down the top of her dress
until her puppies popped out. Grabbing a hold of her left tit, she squeezed
it tight, pushing it against herself before rolling it about.

Vince's slamming was starting to have the effect he wanted. He hadn't
expected her to be this tight, but he wasn't even getting just near going
balls-deep into her. As much as he'd love to do just that, he knew himself
by the slight twitching of his cock that he was getting near to busting a
nut.

Switching to the other breast, she pinched the nipple before slightly pulling
it. At the same time, her hand between her thighs rubbed her clit. This
caused her to call out louder than before.

"YES!! Give it to me!!" She encouraged, looking over her shoulder. "Stick it
too me!"

The smouldering hot look of the woman begging for more was too much for Vince
to take.

Before she could realise what was happening, Vince pulled himself completely
out of her.

"On your knees!" He ordered, grabbing her by the shoulder while throwing off
the condom. "Now!!"

She got into the position, and found herself facing his dick, which Vince was
furiously jacking off.

Candice suddenly found herself hit right on the forehead and nose by a thick
white stream of cum. The unexpected action caused her to open her mouth in
shock, into which Vince fired a second and third load. Eyes wide, she quickly
closed her mouth, leaving Vince to smear the remaining white droplets onto
her lips.

He fell backwards, landing on the floor on his ass, completely spent from
what he considered to have been an excellent fuck. He had a wide smile on his
face, much like the one he had when he killed WCW.

Candice, on the other hand, was thinking the exact opposite. She swallowed
the load down. She coughed, rubbing her throat. It was the worst tasting cum
she'd ever had! To make things worse, her ass was still sore and she hadn't
even had an orgasm.

"Well, I think that was very productive!" Vince announced, pulling his boxers
back on.

She just looked at him in disbelief as he put his pants back on. Bringing
herself back to her feet, she slipped her thong back up.

"As for that title business, I'll see what I can do. I don't see why any of
you new divas can't all have equal opportunities to showcase your individual
'talents'."

Candice just had enough time to put her tits back into her dress when Vince
unlocked the door and literally pushed her out of it.

"Remember to keep this between us." He added, before slamming the door shut.

This left the diva standing in the middle of an empty hallway with her hair
in a slight mess, not to mention the cum still on her face. She blinked,
trying to make sense of what had just happened. Then it dawned on her. The
boss, with no guarentee of any reward in return, had just used her.

With an annoyed growl, she grabbed the nearest steel chair and threw it down
the corridor. She was pissed off. Extremely pissed off. And still horny. If
she didn't get off soon, she would be on the verge of doing more damage than
Triple H with a sledgehammer.

The sound of the chair attracted the attention of a nearby
interviewer/announcer on the Raw staff, who ran around the corner into the
hallway.

"What's going on??" He asked, expecting to see a fight between two
superstars.

Candice turned around, and looked straight into the eyes of Todd Grisham.

"Oh, hey Todd." She said, before noticing the shocked look on his face.
"Something wrong?"

"Uhh... Miss... Miss Michelle... I think you've got... You've got something
on your face..." He stuttered, pointing at her.

She put a finger to her cheek, scooping up some white liquid before examining
it.

"Oh yeah... Do you have a tissue or something?"

Quickly, Todd searched his pockets before producing a tissue, which she used
to wipe off the remains of Vince's load off her face.

"Thanks..." She said, tossing the tissue into a nearby rubbish bin.

Candice then noticed that Todd was still staring at her. She then noticed
a bulge in his pants. One that looked bigger than the one Vince had. She
smiled, taking a step forward and wrapping an arm around the back of his
neck, playing with his hair.

"Wanna fuck?" She asked, putting on an innocent voice.

"I... I..." He stuttered, not believing what the diva was saying or doing.

"Sorry Todd, but that's an order." She stated, grabbing him by the arm and
making a b-line towards the nearest toilet.
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