Title: Bright Lights, Bigger City
Author: rkosnumba1fan
Pairing: Candy (Cody/Randy)
Rating: PG-13 (Maybe possible R in future chapters?)
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: All WWE Superstars mentioned belong to Vince and the WWE. I own nothing!
A/N: After watching this tv show, I got an amazing idea for a Candy story. This is also my first attempt at a Candy fic, so any and all feedback is welcomed and greatly appreciated. Some of the plot is loosely based on that show, so I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, I got the title from the song by Cee Lo Green. :)
Gusts of wind blew through Chicago during the late summer night, it was warm and the moon shone brightly through the clouds. In the heart of the city, there is a place. A place where fantasties can come true, and anything is possible. They call it the Black Cat Lounge, and only the elite can get access to its treasures.
Loud rap music echoed through the building, a spotlight was turned onto a large, built man on stage, performing his songs to the audience, or "clients", as they like to call them.
Cody stood and watched the performance in awe and wonder, not feeling people nudge him as they walked by.
"Cody...not to be mean or anything, but if Vince or anyone else catches you standing around, you're gonna be in big trouble." Evan said as he nudged him with his tray full of drinks.
"Huh? Oh." Cody replied, shaken from his reverie. "How come John gets to perform on stage, Evan?"
"Well...uh, John was the first person to work here when Vince opened up this place. He basically can do what he pleases." Evan said, nodding.
"And I'm damn sure he wouldn't want you up there, Rhodes." Justin blurted in, walking up to both of them with a tray of drinks in his hands as well.
"Oh, I don't wanna be up there. Trust me." Cody said, looking at Justin and nodding frantically.
"Cody, you didn't get that body for nothing. It's not even 10 yet, and you're already out of drinks." Justin eyed him up and down while shooting him an eyebrow. "You've obviously done something right, and it's not your salesman skills."
"JUSTIN!" Evan gasped, pulling him away. "I'm sorry, Cody."
Cody chuckled as he walked towards the bar to fill his tray with more drinks. Meanwhile in the front of the club, a black Bentley pulled into the valet area.
"Hello Mr. Orton, how are you doing this evening?" Zack said, holding out his hand for a card and his keys.
Randy got out of his car, breathed in the deep Chicago air, and replied. "I'm doing well, Ryder."
"Very good, I hope you enjoy yourself tonight." Zack nodded respectfully as he took his card and his keys.
Randy walked into the revolving doors of the Black Cat Lounge, shooting a nod to the club's bouncers, Otunga and Husky before heading into the main club area.
"Mr. Orton, a pleasure as always." Rosa smiled, taking off his jacket and placing it on the coat rack.
"Rosa..." Randy began.
"Vince isn't here tonight, he's out of town on some business matters. Did you need to speak with him?" Rosa interrupted before Randy could ask.
"Hm, I did. I'll have to wait until he comes back into town. When will he be back?"
"If i'm not mistaken, Sunday morning."
"Alright, thank you."
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"What you got there, Rhodes?" Jay asked, walking towards the bar with his tray in hand.
"I did have some scotch, some rum, some Patron..." Cody said, waiting for the bartender to finish filling up his tray with more drinks.
"Keep up the good work, you're doing well." Jay smiled as he gave him a nod and walked away.
"Evan!" Cody called as he saw his friend near by.
Evan looked over and saw Cody waving him down, he quickly walked over, making sure not to drop his tray.
"What's up, Codes?" Evan said, leaning in.
"Do we really have to wear these jeans and this shirt all night?" Cody wearily asked, "They're too tight, and I'm really hot."
"Cody..." Evan chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "It's part of our uniform, you know that. You gotta show the clients what you have to offer, and you can't do that with baggy clothes."
Cody gave a slight groan of disappointment before turning around and seeing that the bartender had finished filling up his tray.
"C'mon, let's go sell some drinks and get some tips. If we get lucky, someone might buy us for the night, that's where you make the big money!" Evan excitedly said, patting Cody on the back as he led him back to the main area where all the clients were.
Randy sat down in a dark booth, licking his lips while scanning the area. Spotting a drink bearer, he got up and slowly walked over to the young man.
"One vodka on the rocks, and one chardonnay." Cody smiled as he gave the old gentlemen their drinks. He turned around and bumped into a hard chest, almost spilling his tray.
"Oops, excuse..." Cody looked up. "...me."
Randy's eyes lit up with life as he looked at the young man in front of him. "Are you new? Have we met before?" He said, turning his head slightly and looking at him with intent.
"Um..." Cody blushed slightly, looking down before bringing his head up again and replying, "I don't think so. I'm the newest Cat they hired. I'm Cody."
"Randy. Do you have any scotch?" He replied, clenching his jaw a bit.
"Uh, yeah. Right here." Cody said, setting down his tray and getting him a glass of scotch and placing ice cubes in it.
"Thank you. And keep the change." Randy smiled as he took the glass, shooting Cody a wink while walking away.
Cody looked down at the bills he was given and his eyes went wide. It was two one-hundred dollar bills. Two-hundred dollars for a drink!
"What's wrong with you, Rhodes?" Justin said, cocking another eyebrow in his direction.
"I-I-I got to find Evan." Cody stammered, placing his tray down and running through the large club, looking for his friend.
Cody looked and looked and couldn't find him, until he spotted Evan in the VIP section, serving drinks to some clients.
"Evan!" Cody almost yelled, stopping for breath, panting slightly.
"What's wrong, what happened?" Evan said, putting his tray down and running towards Cody.
"Nothing, but that guy over there..." Cody pointed to the tall, dark client sitting in the booth not too far away.
"Gave me two-hundred dollars for a scotch!"
"Mmm...I see. Here, come with me for a second." Evan said as he smacked his lips together and led Cody to the back inventory of the club.
Evan shut the door quickly and began, "That guy that just ordered from you. His name is Randy Orton."
"Randy Orton." Cody said to himself.
"And HE is Vince's best customer. His father owned a highly successful entrepreneurial business a few years ago until he died. Randy took it over and now he's one of the wealthiest men in Chicago." Evan continued.
Cody just looked in wonder at Evan, learning about this dark stranger was intriguing yet alluring at the same time.
"BUT. He's also the biggest player this side of the coast. He's literally 'been'..." Evan said, putting air quotes over "been". "...with every Black Cat here. With the exception of Zack and Jay."
"What do you mean, 'been'? I thought it was against policy to date any of the clients." Cody asked.
"No, no, not like that. Randy has favorites. He'll have a favorite Cat for a couple months or so, until we get a new one. Then he drops that one and goes for the next one. Like a kid with a new toy." Evan scoffed, folding his arms.
"I still don't understand." Cody said, tilting his head, hoping for a better explanation.
Evan sighed, then continued. "He'll dote on one of us for a certain period of time, you know. He'll buy drinks from only you, he'll buy you for the night so no one else can have you, stuff like that. He's a real charmer."
Cody spluttered, "B-b-b-buy you? WE'RE WHORES NOW?"
"SHHH!" Evan said, covering Cody's mouth. "Not like that, when someone 'buys' you, it means that you'll have to accompany them for the whole night. You'll have to dance with them, and basically give them all your attention for the entire night. Does that make sense?"
Cody nodded under Evan's hand frantically before Evan let him go.
"But Cody. Always remember, you never fuck them. You could lose your job, hell you could go to jail if they charge you with prostitution. Not to mention, it would ruin Vince." Evan sternly said, pointing at Cody, who nodded in understanding.
"Good, now let's go before they find out we're missing." Evan said, walking out of the room.
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"There you are. I was looking for you."
Cody froze in his tracks as he heard a familar voice from behind. He took a deep, composing breath and turned around. He was met by those gorgeous bluish-grays.
(Listen while reading! ^)
"I'd like to know, if you would have this dance." Randy smiled as he put his hand out.
"Um...sure." Cody smiled as he took Randy's hand and was lead out into the throng of people on the dancefloor.
Cody began swaying his hips to the music, allowing himself to loosen up a bit. As the song kept playing, he turned his back to Randy and leant into him, shaking his hips in a rhythmic fashion.
Randy watched him move and he bit his bottom lip lightly. Throwing his head back, he held on to the lithe form as Cody grinded against him.
Cody kept a furious pace, allowing the beat of the music to take him over. He moved away from Randy a few inches, bent over, and shook his ass, as if on cue.
Randy rolled his head back lightly, trying to suppress a slight groan as Cody pressed their bodies closer together, now face-to-face. He could hear his heavy breath in his ear as he linked his arms around his strong neck.
Cody grinded forward into Randy while holding onto him, adding a sway of his hips here and there.
Randy brought his head down and nuzzled into Cody's hair, bringing his intoxicating scent into his nostrils.
Cody gasped slightly as he felt Randy so close to him, which in turn made him grind slower and more methodical. The friction of his tight jeans, his cock, Randy's jeans, and his cock began to arouse him as each bump and grind was felt and sent jolts of excitement straight to his groin.
The song began to die down and another took its place shortly after Cody and Randy exited the dancefloor.
"That was fun. We should do it again sometime." Randy smiled before handing more money into Cody's hand.
"Oh no, I shouldn't. Keep it." Cody nodded frantically, pushing it away.
Randy gave another sympathetic smile, and opened up Cody's hand, putting the money inside and closing his fist, letting his hand linger for a bit longer than he thought.
"I'll be seeing you around...Cody." Randy winked as he made his way out of the club.
Cody stood there in what? Shock? Awe? Lust? He wasn't sure, but his eyes went huge once he saw the amount of money in his hand.
$350.
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