Title: Not So Angelic
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 32
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I
did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own Jami, for she is me.
Tasha owns herself. (Heaven help the person who tries to claim he/she owns
either of us). And I use the wrestlers
wrestling names in the story, JUST DEAL WIT IT! And don't bother suing me...all
you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad
either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know
yet *L*.
Summary: New Story
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee!
Email: [email protected]
Jaylynn smiled nervously as she entered a small boutique, her hand wrapped
securely in Shane McMahon's. She felt out of place dressed in faded blue jeans
and a light blue tank top, amidst the glittery rows of dresses.
"Good morning Mr. McMahon. Hello Sweetie, you must be Ms. Emerson. I'm Miss
Mildred. I can always spot you WWE diva's a mile away." a woman in her mid
fifties said as she approached the couple. "You can?" Jaylynn asked. "Oh yes.
The first time in here y'all are shrinking violets. But you're so much fun to
work with. So beautiful." Miss Mildred smiled and Jaylynn felt herself visibly
relax.
"Mr. McMahon said you were looking for an emergency dress for a charity ball. Do
you have anything specific in mind?" the woman asked. "Not really. Just
something nice, that fits." Jaylynn said.
"most of the dresses should fit about right in every place but the chest. You
don't have quite the bosoms like the others do." the woman smiled. "Her Bosoms
are just fine!" Shane argue'd. "Shane" Jaylynn warned with a hiss.
"Come on to the dressing room Ms. Emerson and we'll get started." Miss Mildred
smiled. "Oh, you can call me Jaylynn." She told the woman as she followed her.
"Then you may call me Mildie." the woman beemed.
***
Jaylynn stepped out of the dressing room to model what she was sure was the
210th dress for Shane. This dress was a blue green color with a long A-line
skirt. The top consisted of two pieces of fabric. One that wrapped around her
chest and other that was just a sliver of color against her tan stomach, giving
it the shredded look.
Shane looked up at her and felt his eyes bug out. "Wow. That's one helluva
dress...but no." he said. Jaylynn sighed and returned to the dressing room.
***
Another 500 dresses later she came out in a skin tight leather dress that had a
skirt that fell to mid-calf. "No way." Shane said. "Shane, what exactly are you
looking for? You've rejected every WWE diva approved dress in the place."
Jaylynn asked.
"I don't want you to look like a Diva. I want you to look like Jaylynn. All the
Diva's dress for this type of thing with dresses that show off their bodies in a
slutty way. I want you to look like yourself. I showed Mildred a dress I liked.
She has it in the dressing room for you to try on next." Shane said.
"That gooey stuff you said about wanting to me to look like Jaylynn and not a
Diva just bought you 10 more dress try-ons, but that's it." Jaylynn grumbled.
***
"Please tell me you're kidding." Jaylynn whimpered to Shane as she stepped out
of the dressing room. The dress was white, with a full hoop skirt, covered in
ruffles. Barely a patch of her skin showed as it had long lacy sleeves and a
high collar.
"What? You look very respectable." Shane told her. "No, I look like a giant
marshmellow." Jaylynn argued.
"No you don't." Shane replied. "Shane, I look like I should be in a S'More. Can
I please pick one out to try on?" Jaylynn asked.
"Fine, but that one is still my favorite." Shane pouted.
***
Jaylynn coughed nervously and Shane looked up. The dress she was wearing was
long and black, sleeveless, with a high neckline. Flowers decorated the from the
right shoulder and srung gracefully around to her left hip. The dress fitted
just right, neither to tight or to loose.
Jaylynn slowly turned around and Shane saw that it had a oval back. A strap of
fabric crossed behind her neck and then showed her back until the skirt began
low on her hips.
"That's it. That's the one." Shane whispere and Jaylynn agree'd with a huge
grin.
(Want to see the dress I modeled Jaylynn's after? The only difference in the
pictures is that the bottom back of the skirt isn't mesh. Anyway, for the front
go to: http://www.angelfire.com/ia/jamilynn/par2614.gif and for the back go to:
http://www.angelfire.com/ia/jamilynn/par2614r.gif ).
Chapter 33