I own none of these characters, aside from Lupe. All others are owned by World Wrestling Entertainment. I am not profiting in any way from this story.

Rated M for future chapters, in which there will be graphic sexual situations, an instance of non-consentual sex, and violence.

A/N: This is just kind of a trial chapter to see if I get a good response. Please rate and review it so I know if I should continue with this story. I'm also open to whatever suggestions you may have! Thanks and enjoy! :)

Italics = Lupe's thoughts/confessions

Chapter One

It's not all sex...Not all the time...Sometimes the guys just want someone to eat dinner with. Someone to talk to. Someone to BE with them. Sometimes. The rest of the time, well...okay fine. The rest of the time its sex they want. Whether it be slow or fast, gentle or rough, here or there, sex is what they compensate me for. Not with money, no. My payment is the simple luxury of food to eat, a place to sleep, and a ride to the next show. Once at the show, I saddle myself with a new guy and the cycle continues. Flirt. Sex. Food. Sleep. Sex. Ride. Food. Show. Flirt. Over and over again. There has not been a single day in three months that my cycle has failed. As long as there are men with the burning desire for intimacy, my cycle will not fail. My well-being depends on it...

The click of stiletto heels against concrete flooring echoed through the hallway. Lupe Santos adjusted her bra underneath the periwinkle peasant top she had draping off her shoulders, her caramel-toned skin practically glistening. Her trek down the hall came to a stop as she approached a television monitor, with the live taping of Raw playing on it.

Lupe tousled her sandy brown curls as she watched The Miz get a three count on Daniel Bryan. The bell was rung and his hand was raised in victory. She exhaled and hooked her thumbs in the pockets of her skin-tight black jeans, her skin peeking out from the dramatic rips on the knees and thighs. It was time for business.

Miz came stumbling in through gorilla position, holding his hand to the back of his neck. His forehead and nose were wrinkled as he cringed in pain. Lupe glided to his side as he got to the bottom of the set of stairs.

"Rough fall, Mikey?" she cooed.

Miz blinked at her, his anguished face relaxing exponentially. His lips curled into one of his smirks.

"Nothing I can't handle, babydoll."

Ugh. Babydoll. They all have their little pet names. Babydoll is definitely the most annoying.

Lupe clicked her tongue and pouted, placing her hand on the back of his neck as he let his own slide down. She caught the gaze of his deep blue eyes with her own and cocked her head slightly.

"I think you could use a good massage...loosen up those muscles...make Mikey all better again..." she sang airily, not allowing her eyes to waver from his.

Miz chuckled and licked his bottom lip slowly.

"You wanna make Mikey better, babydoll?" he whispered.

Lupe giggled and bit her lip, stepping away from him and letting her fingertips glide down the side of his neck and down his bare chest.

"I'm packed and ready when you are." she called over her shoulder as she strutted back down the hallway, her lips turned up into a triumphant grin.

Lupe twisted the shower knob and stuck her hand under the warm spray. She let out a sigh and rubbed the back of her neck. The muscles there were tender from Miz's hand gripping her roughly. There were a few spots on her body that were likely to bruise up by morning. Her wrists. Her hips. Her inner thighs.

Miz was one of Lupe's more aggressive clients. She could rarely ever leave from a stay with him without feeling as if she had been violated by a jackhammer. She rolled her eyes as she heard the beginnings of his obnoxious snoring seep in under the door from the bedroom.

Lupe took her time showering, allowing the steam to relax her muscles and ease the soreness. An hour later, she stepped out into a pair of jogging shorts and a loose fitting pink camisole. She combed out her hair and let the damp curls hang loose to air dry. Upon entering the bedroom, Miz was sprawled completely across the queen sized bed, his snoring at full effect. The bedsheets were twisted around his naked body. He tended to knock out immediately after his climax. Whether Lupe had reached her own climax or not.

Lupe plopped down onto the overstuffed couch that sat at the opposite end of the room. She had determined in her very first night with Miz that he was absolutely impossible to sleep with. She had gotten a bloody nose from an elbow to her face, and he had barely even stirred in response to her pained groans. She curled up on her side and pulled her thin peacoat on top of her. She rested her head on one of the musty pillows with a sigh. After some tossing and turning, Lupe was finally able to fall asleep.

"Look! Open spot right there!" Lupe exclaimed, pointing at the vacant parking space.

The tires screeched as Miz veered the rental car into the space. Lupe hopped out of the car, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder and a warm McDonald's bag clutched in her hand. She popped a couple of fries into her mouth as she followed Miz into the arena.

"I've got a meeting with creative in a few minutes...Are you good on your own from here?"

"Yeah. I'll just find someplace to sit and eat for now...I'll see you around, Mikey."

"Hopefully...I'll see you very soon, babydoll..."

Miz brought his lips to her neck and squeezed her ass. He pulled away with a smirk and a wink, then strutted away like he was some kind of pimp.

Ugh...men...No, scratch that...Ugh...BOYS...so fucking tired of dealing with boys...

Lupe popped another fry in her mouth as she meandered down the hallway. She lowered her head and quickened her pace as AJ and Kelly Kelly came waltzing around the corner towards her.

"Oh look...I knew I smelled a rat..." AJ murmured to Kelly.

"Psh...skank..." Kelly grumbled in response.

Lupe pursed her lips as she brushed hurriedly past them. Needless to say, Lupe wasn't exactly Miss Popular among the females of the WWE. They not only saw her as a scum-covered rodent invading their space. They saw her as a threat. If only AJ knew that her sweet, perfect Daniel Bryan had taken her back to his hotel and fucked her not once, but twice, just two weeks earlier. But if there was one thing she could count on her non-single clients for, it was their silence.

Some would call her a home-wrecker. That couldn't be farther from the truth. She wasn't responsible for the choices grown men make. She was responsible for her own survival. Nothing more.

Lupe rounded a corner and spotted a few crates sitting against a wall. She set down her McDonald's and dropped her duffel bag onto the floor. She climbed up onto a crate and leaned against the wall, pulling out her chicken sandwich and digging in hungrily.

"You're really eating that shit?"

Lupe looked up and froze mid-chew, narrowing her eyes at CM Punk, who seemed to have appeared out of thin air. He eyed her chicken sandwich, his nose wrinkled as he stood with a gym bag over his shoulder and his hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie. Lupe glared at him and slowly took another big bite, licking her lips and raising an eyebrow.

"Yeesh...I would've thought even you'd have standards...but then again, we are talking about a ring-rat here, huh? I guess standards are nonexistent for you."

"...What the hell do you want, Punk? Unless you plan on buying me a real meal, then don't waste my time..."

"Always so touchy...I think it's all the testosterone you're being pumped with every single night."

"Go fuck yourself."

"But I thought that's what you do! What's your going rate again? A six-piece chicken nugget meal for a bit of anal? Throw in some barbecue sauce and you'll call me Daddy? A small soda and you'll let me cum on your face?"

"Leave me the fuck alone!" Lupe exclaimed, tossing the remainder of her sandwich into the bag. Her appetite was long gone, replaced by rage.

"What am I doing? I'm just negotiating! Would you like sweet and sour sauce instead of barbecue? Is that the issue here?"

"Punk, just...GAH! Why do you insist on being a fucking jerk to me every week? If you don't have anything to offer me, just keep on walking and leave me alone! Mind your own goddamn business!"

"Well see, it's hard to mind my own business when you toss your business around like hotcakes. I like to know that I'm not going to catch crabs just by going to the ring and doing my job. So how about this...you keep your business away from mine...I don't want to have to start disinfecting everything I come into contact with."

With that, Punk strolled away, leaving Lupe stewing in her anger. Lupe blinked away the tears that had threatened to spill out of her eyes.

No...not for him...for anyone but him...

Lupe tossed the McDonald's bag into a nearby trash can. She picked up the duffel bag and trudged down the hallway, searching for a secluded area where she could be completely alone until show time.

A/N: So...what do you think? Let me know! :)