Intervention

"As for you..." Tanya says.

"Mrs. McVan, at this point you should leave the new girl alone. She needs to sleep."

Another woman, and you never noticed her entering the room, has just spoken up. A tall slender woman in a white lab coat.

"Well, if you insist." Tanya rolls her eyes. "Christie, this is Elizabeth. She does a number of things around here, most of which you'll never know because they're none of your concern, but she is a very talented doctor, and does help keep the girls who work for me healthy. Even the good ones. Follow her."

You roll up over the edge of the oil pit and climb to your feet. Without speaking a word to you, Elizabeth takes your hand and leads you out of Tanya's office. A quick elevator ride, another walk down another hallway, and Elizabeth has lead you back to your room. She walks right in, and leads you to the shower.

"Shower, and rinse with this." She hands you a square glass bottle filled with silvery stuff. "It will take the oil off. Someone will see you tomorrow afternoon and tell you what will be expected of you as a referee."

Right, the match between Tanya Stevens' daughter and Wendy the Witch... you're so tired you don't care. The silvery stuff feels wonderfully cool on your skin, and as soon as you're out of the shower you climb into the bed, curl up into a ball under the covers and fall asleep.

***

"Wake up, sweetie!"

For a second you don't know where you are. You rub your eyes and try to sit up... and you can't.

At first all you see is a blur of pink and white, but as your eyes focus, you see a girl who you haven't met before. She's sitting on your lap just below your belly, her miniskirt riding up her thighs all the way to her waist so you can see a pair of sheer white thong panties.

"What?"

"Right, so, my name's Tracey Pick. I'm Miss McVan's assistant."

Tracey the Lawyer

Real Name: Tracey Pick

Sex: Female

Race: White

Age : 20's

Hair Color: Blonde

Hair Length: Short

Eye Color: Blue

Height: "5'6"

Body Type: Super model, nice and curvy

Breasts Size: DD cups

Alignment: Tweener

Theme Music: Jace "Have To Ask My Lawyer"- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noGAp4WmokA

History: Tracey seem like a Valley Girl Bimbo on the surface (and she sometimes is), but she actually a great Lawyer and fighter. She rose to become one of the top lawyers in her law firm, winning land mark cases and bringing her law firm a fortune. She had use sex Appeal, bimbo charm, brains, ruthlessness, perkiness, and sometime **** and intimidation to win a lot of her cases. Sadly for her, her law firm decided to fire her because of numerous sexual harassment cases filed against her, Lewd conduct cases, and several sexual **** charges

Tracey was taken in by Tanya Mcvan to be her lawyer She's not only Tanya personal lawyer, he helps with her legal cases (bribes to the cops for one), but also hired out by Tanya to help out some of the more wild wrestlers to keep them out of jail. She also does contract dispute on behalf on Tanya, sometimes using her fist to get the job done.

She has a high sex drive and can be ruthless in the ring but she general a friendly, perky and caring person. Sometime when she beats and opponents she takes them to her place to fixed them back up, or keep them around dress them up in little dog ears and have her with them because they look soooooo cute that way. She is a bit of a dominant mistress, but she a gentle mistress that kiss the wounds that she inflicts. It just that she tends not to take NO for an answer, that part of what made her a good lawyer

Signature Moves:

Weapons- She carries around a metal suit case, where she keeps a lot of sex toys and weapons.

Moves- She a black belt in martial arts

MALPRACTICE- This is a moved where she grabs slams her elbow into the person back and then grabbed the back of there hair. She slams the strap on in there asshole and begins playing and punching their privates

Filibuster- When she has someone on the ring post. She does a flying kick into their stomach bringing them down, and then runs down the other side of the ring, and runs toward them to slammed her pussy in their face and the back of their head against the ring post

12 Angry men- She has her opponent on their knees. She points to the sky and begins punching them in the face while holding their hair, she punches them a total of 12 times.

"And, she kind of told me you're um..." She takes out her phone from somewhere and reads it. "You're refereeing a match! And I have to get you ready for it. So follow me to wardrobe and we'll see what looks good on you, alright? Don't bother getting dressed, just follow me."

How fast do things happen around here. Not quite awake, you follow Tracey to the elevators and then down into the basement and locker room area.

"Okay, so, stripes, stripes... in your size. You're just a little bit taller than me, so let's see."

She hands you the smallest bikini you've ever seen in real life - barely more than a patch of fabric over your clit and each nipple.

"There's always the skimpy option, but there's also something like this. It might work better if you're going to actually referee the match instead of stand there."

Now she hands you a pair of ripped black jean shorts and the shredded remains of a formerly regulation referee's shirt.

"And then if you want to be an authority figure, there's this..."

She hands you a latex one-piece, like a dominatrix's type except black and white striped instead of just black. There's a zipper along the crotch, and it runs up between your breasts, leaving them bare. "Pasties optional" Tracy says, and giggles. There's also a ring and belt contraption below the waist that you're pretty sure is for a strapon, but the outfit doesn't come with one.

She then takes a deep breath. "Okay Christy, I've got to be serious for a few minutes. How much do you know about refereeing?"

"Um... nothing really." You answer.

"Yeah. So the main thing is, you want to make sure that the fans get a good show. I guess pins can count sometimes, but nobody wants to see a match end on a roll up usually. Don't participate in the match too much unless you're trying to, well, be part of the show. The bikini, it's like... if you just want to stand there and look good, that's how you'll want to go, but it also kind of means you're the post-match reward. You'd probably enjoy that a lot of the time, but Wendy can be mean. The shorts and top, if you just want to go out there and do your job, that's not going to make either of them think you're trying to get yourself over at their expense."

"Over?" you ask.

"It means how much the fans care about you. Like... Cammy the army girl is pretty much exactly as good as Tara, but Tara's a lot more over so she gets a lot more matches. Or how Bambi's the jobber everyone wants to fight."

You nod.

"Anyway, speaking of over, if you want to maybe try to get yourself over even though you're not in the match, maybe the latex would work for you. You can do things like, um, strictly enforce the rules, mid-match discipline..."

"Aggressive foreign object searches?"

"You got it!" Tracey giggles. "But just in case you don't know, if you're the ref, and you try to make someone who's tougher than you do something and they decide not to listen, you can get into a lot of trouble yourself...and I've just told you everything you need to know! So, how do you want to do this?"

The outfits are lying on a table in front of you.

It's time to pick what kind of referee you want to be.

Originally by ThaCat005