Disclaimer: I only own Katrina and Kaitlin.

Note: I wanna thank my friend Dani. She helped me with many of the ideas for this story.

Chapter 1

Katrina Mitchell sighed as she sat in the guest room at her friend John Cena's house. The two had been friends since she was in kindergarten and him in second grade. John had seen some boys picking on her and he handled them. Ever since then the two were close. She had been in love with him pretty much since then as well. While John first found out about her feelings, he had gently let her down. He let her know that she was one of his best friends and like a little sister to him. While she had to watch him with numerous women, he never flaunted them around her.

'What is wrong with me?' Katrina thought as she started to walk downstairs upon hearing voices.

When she arrived downstairs she overheard John talking with his friend Randy Orton in the kitchen. The two worked at the gentlemen's club, Evolution, downtown. Randy was the head bartender while John was the head bouncer. She heard them talking about some new thing at the club and listened in.

"Aren't there enough strippers already? Why is Dave doin this amateur night?" Randy asked John.

"Because Dave is tryin to find someone that is good enough to be a main event girl at the end. You know he wants more time alone with Katie. They pretty much live at the club you know that."

Randy nodded at John's answer.

"Well at least it will bring in fresh meat." Randy said smirking.

"You need help man." John said shaking his head at his younger friend.

Before Randy could reply he saw Katrina come into the room. He knew how she felt about John, and he never understood why John wouldn't give her a chance. He thought Katrina was hot. She had this chocolate colored hair that flowed down to the curve of her ass.

'What a nice ass it is too.' Randy though glancing at it as she walked past him.

He again began to glance her over. She had these eyes that made you want to look at them constantly because of how they changed colors. Not so much different colors, just different shades of blue. Katrina had these full lips that made you want to see how well they worked. The only thing that puzzled Randy was if her large breasts were real or not. One could never tell on a woman who was as in shape as Katrina. He couldn't help but think she would make the perfect stripper with her body. She had the tits and ass for it that's for sure. Plus she had the kind of legs he would love to see what her legs looked like wrapped around the pole on the stage.

'Hell I just wanna see those legs wrapped around me or resting on my shoulders.' Randy thought.

Soon Randy felt a slap on the back of his neck. He looked at John and noticed him glaring at him. He looked at the refrigerator and noticed the look in Katrina's eyes. He knew he had been caught staring. He just smiled at Katrina and then looked at John and smirked.

"I can't help it man. Trina is smoking hot! She looks better than just about all the girls at work. Hell she could work there."

Katrina couldn't help the blush that stained her cheeks.

"Thanks Randy." She said before she left the room.

John looked at Randy angrily. "What the fuck man? Katrina will never work there!"

"Why not?"

"I won't let her. She would never strip anyways. Besides Kat is like the girl next door. She couldn't pull off being a stripper."

"John she is a grown ass woman and a beautiful one at that. Just because you don't look at her like that doesn't mean others don't. Hell I'd hit that shit."

"Randy you'd fuck any woman."

"Damn right." Randy said with a smirk.

Meanwhile Katrina had an idea forming in her head. She headed upstairs into the guest room and grabbed her overnight bag and walked back downstairs.

"I'm gonna head home now. I've got some shit to do today before my date tonight."

John looked at Katrina shocked. "Date?"

"Yes John a date. You do remember what those are right? I mean you haven't been on one in years."

"I go out with girls."

"John goin to their place to fuck isn't a date. That's just a fuck."

Randy couldn't help but laugh at what Katrina said. Even with John glaring at him, he still laughed. John looked back at Katrina.

"What date? Why don't I know about this date? Who is he?" John rudely asked.

"First off John you are not my daddy. I don't need your permission to go out on a date. I damn sure don't need to let you know. Just because we're friends doesn't mean you can talk to me how you want." Katrina said as she glared at John and then walked out.