Private Sins

Rating: PG

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AN: Collection of one shot AU 250 word drabbles focusing on a different diva every time.

Kindness means taking the tender approach, with patience and compassion. Anger is often our first reaction to the problems of others. Impatience with the faults of others is related to this. ~Dante~

Anger - Lita

“How could you be so stupid!”

“I’m sorry, it… it won’t happen again.”

“It happening once was enough!” She cried wanting to bend down and shake the little shoulders of the child standing before her. “First I had to put up with your father embarrassing me at every turn with his drinking and thieving and now… now I have you following in his footsteps already and you only six years old too!” She exclaimed throwing her hands up in frustration.

“They were all doing it-“

“Caught stealing,” She declared in distaste cutting the child’s words off. “My son caught stealing and you have not the sense yet to realise how your actions are going to reflect on me! The town gossips must be having a field day - I daren’t say how I shall ever live this down. ‘There she goes,’ they’ll say. ‘Couldn’t keep her husband in check and now it’s the same with the son’. Do you see now what you do to me?”

The child’s face was contorted in confusion and hurt as he stared up at his mother.

“Oh! Whatever did I do in a former life to deserve this one of poverty and hardship I live now?” Lita cried grabbing the child’s hand roughly in her own and pulling him along after her.

Envy – Stacy

“Love is patient, love is kind…” Love actively seeks the good of others for their sake. Envy resents the good others receive or even might receive. Envy is almost indistinguishable from pride at times. ~Dante~

I wish I had big boobs.

The girl that has the desk across from me has boobs so big they rest on the edge of the table as she types.

Mine barely touch the edge even when I lean forward and she always wears these low cut blouses that leave nothing to the imagination and the wolf whistles and cat calls that go flying her way are an endless occurrence which she takes all in her stride. She never gets embarrassed or blushes like I would do, at least I think I would blush if there attention turned my way, but alas my wretched little titties and I just don’t make the grade.

I wish I had a big butt as well.

Not to big, but more then what I got now would be nice. The girl that sits at the desk to my right has a big butt. Not that I stare or anything, believe me I am strictly guy orientated when it comes to sex. I just wish I had more for the guy to hold on to, you know what I mean?

Now my legs are a different matter.

They are long and lean and definitely my best feature, only I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have petite little legs like the girl who sits two cubicles to my left. Now she has nice legs.

Sometimes I think to myself ‘Stacy, you should have been born short.’ Then I could wear those cute little three quarter pants and actually look like I’m wearing cute little three quarter pants and not knee highs.

But once again where I lack in tits and ass, I definitely make up for it in the legs.

She sighed wistfully and stared at the woman who sat across from her.

“I wish I had big boobs.”

Gluttony - Stephanie

Temperance accepts the natural limits of pleasures and preserves this natural balance. This does not pertain only to food, but to entertainment and other legitimate goods and even the company of others. ~Dante~

Stephanie McMahon was fuming!

She was utterly and completely enraged!

So much so that she was sure steam hissed from her ears causing the customers within the dingy record store she worked in to give her a wide berth.

‘How dare ‘He’. HOW DARE ‘HE’!’ her mind screamed. ‘And right in front of her too!’

That’s what she couldn’t understand.

‘They’ were an item, a couple, a bloody skip and a jump away from marriage! And yet there he was – In ‘HER’ place of employment – Flirting with one of her co-workers.

And it wasn’t even the pretty co-worker!

The not pretty co-worker looked up then and saw her standing there watching them.

She had the nerve to smile.

Stephanie pfft!

But the not pretty co-worker wasn’t finished.

“How’s your throat feeling?” The not pretty co-worker inquired sweetly, but Stephanie only heard the mock sincerity dripping off the other girls tone.

“Fine.” She croaked knowing her throat was anything but. If the truth be known it was killing her. She had awakened this morning with a scratchy and sore throat and it had only worsened as the day wore on.

Stephanie repressed the urge to smack her not pretty co-worker with a handy CD case.

“Yeah Steph,” The so called love of her life was saying now. “Go relax and take care of that throat.”

Stephanie’s glare hardened and she actually reached out to pick up that handy CD case and tested its weight in her hand while playing with the thought that while she was smacking her not so pretty co-worker over the head – She may as well wack him too!

Greed – Sable

This is about more than money. Generosity means letting others get the credit or praise. It is giving without having expectations of the other person. Greed wants to get its ‘fair share’ or a bit more. ~Dante~

It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair!

Before that bitch’s ‘little fall’ she was adored by all, loved by many and collected more tips in one night then she made in a week! It just wasn’t bloody fair!

She should be the one who got all the perks, not her! Damn it she was the one who went down on her knees for them more then her, let them do things to her that the other girls wouldn’t, yet that bitch was the one they all raved about.

Well not anymore, not after that little mishap which involved that bitch and a flight of stairs.

Two whole months - That’s how long that bitch was away. Two whole months she had been the glory girl, the lover of many and the talk of the town and it had been everything she had dreamed it would be and more. Two whole months she had lived the life she was meant to live, but now all that could be gone as talk of the bitch’s return did the rounds.

Over my dead body, I can do a lot worse then accidentally pushing a girl down a flight of stairs, she mused.

Her upper lip curled in distaste as the object of her detestation walked through the dressing room door flanked on either side by a few of the other girls who worked at Club Sleaze.

“It’s barely noticeable,” One said.

“I didn’t even know until you pointed it out,” Said another.

“You’re still the prettiest pole dancer for miles,” They both gushed at the same time.

Sable’s nostrils flared and her knuckles whitened with the grip she had on her hair brush.

“That’s what all the guys have been telling me,” The bitch replied.

“That new bouncer at the door even said my scar isn’t as bad as others he has seen.”

“Isn’t as bad?” Sable interjected cruelly knowing exactly how to shoot this bitch’s self esteem all to hell. “That’s what he said, ‘Isn’t as bad’? Doesn’t that man have eyes in his head? You poor thing,” She smiled wickedly when the audible gasps she’d expected flowed forth from the other girls and continued on undaunted. “How are you going to manage being so horribly disfigured like that? How do you expect to do anything in this business? Hell, how do you expect to get a man even with that ruined face?” She slapped her hands together as if to say ‘Well, my work is done’ and sauntered out the door with a smile.

Lust – Trish Stratus

Self control and self mastery prevent pleasure from killing the soul by suffocation. Legitimate pleasures are controlled in the same way an athlete’s muscles are: for maximum efficiency without damage. Lust is the self-destructive drive for pleasure out of proportion to its worth. Sex, power, or image can be used well, but they tend to go out of control. ~Dante~

There’s this feeling that flows through you when you’re standing in the same room with someone who makes your heart beat faster and your senses reel. It’s like a drug and this high that you’re on it slides through you and eliminates anyone and everyone else. You forget where you’re at, you forget everything, but that one person and you know them, feel them, breathe them.

It’s not about sex and it’s not about love, but its there in the air riding on that same wave of relief and happiness and pure abandon. It’s dangerous and it’s beautiful all at once and no matter how hard you try to conquer this feeling you cant because its there all the same in your mind, in your body and in your soul.

There’s no escape – Only release.

She sent a side long glance at the man across the room.

“It’s now or never, Trish Stratus.” She whispered to herself as she picked up her pad and pencil and made her way across the room.

He looked up at her and smiled.

She smiled too, but only because in her mind she was seeing him naked and bucking wildly beneath her.

Her little pink tongue snaked out to wet her bottom lip as she said, ’So, you ready to order?’

Sloth – Molly Holly

The other sins work together to deaden the spiritual senses so we first become slow to respond to life and to others and then drift completely into the sleep of complacency. ~ Dante ~

Backslider.

Pfft!

They say I’m going to go to hell just because I don’t attend church three times a week, own a TV the size of a small car and refuse to stand on a street corner and tell the world how much God has done for me.

Gee, half the friggin congregation has a TV in there home yet they’re usually the ones busting my balls about my lack of participation either presence wise or money wise. They’re always on my back about one thing or the other so take your pick. I’m not fussed in the least. As long as I got my wide screen TV, cable and a bowl of cheerio’s within reach I’m happy.

Of course I do my bit here and there to keep the old man happy after all he is the Pastor. And being the Pastor’s daughter is like a big thing to the others in the congregation. Firstly it puts you first in line for the ‘BMP’s - Best Marriage Prospects’ – That is if you want to marry a man like your dad.

No thank you.

And secondly you develop a group of little wannabee’s all buzzing around trying to share in your lime light. It’s nice I must admit, but not for me, which is why I’m told daily that unless I repent I will go straight to hell when I die.

Well, I’ve got news for them all because when I do eventually die my headstone will read – ‘Here lies Molly Holly – Backslider Extraordinaire – Experienced life all the way to the gates of hell.’

And experience it I will!

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