This is something I concocted after watching Lockdown and my general obsession with BB and SOA... I'm using either everyone's real names, character names or a bit of both so hopefully you can spot them. This is a little different as it's on a on a whole other level then the wrestling world. So let me know what you think. Again, I don't claim ownership of anything but my character Alexandra.
So here we go... Enjoy ;)
It was seven o'clock, on a gloomy, real shit of a Friday night.
Of course, to make it worse, it was pouring rain and Randy was late picking up his daughter for the third Friday in a row.
"Where is your dad?" A frustrated Alex mumbled as she stood huddled underneath an umbrella with her seven year old daughter Kylie, outside of their apartment complex. The wind was blistering and reminding the two how useless this umbrella actually was.
Kylie shrugged, looking back and forth at every passing car as she tried to scope out the familiar red sports car.
Randy had always been on time, but bidding for the new promotion at work proved more important these days. Every Friday he was either ten or twenty minutes late, following up with an excuse Alex was tired of hearing. But tonight was different. He was a whole half hour late and worry began to set in on Kylie. "Daddy's coming, isn't he?" The little girl asked, longing to spend the weekend with him.
Alex nodded, holding her daughter close to her side as the wind ripped through. "Of course... He's just running late." Like always...
Another ten minutes passed until he finally pulled up, climbing out of his car with an umbrella in hand and rushing to his little girl. "Sorry Kyles, I lost track of time," was his excuse this time. Randy mouthed an "I'm sorry" to Alex but all she figured she could do was nod, not wanting to get into it in front of their daughter.
"It's okay daddy," Kylie answered.
Alex kneeled, wrapping her arms around her daughter. "I'll see you Monday after school, baby. Be good. I love you," she whispered, kissing her cheek.
Randy walked Kylie to his car, placing her bag in the backseat first. "Make sure she takes her medication for that nasty cold. It's in the backpack, in the side pocket," Alex reminded him.
He nodded, letting Kylie to slide into the seat. He made sure she was buckled in and shut the door, leaning against the car as Alex scolded him. "And make sure she actually takes it this time," Alex mumbled, twirling the umbrella in her hand impatiently.
Randy sighed, nodding again. "Don't worry Alex."
"Can't expect me not to when it's something I do best, right? I'll see you next week," she said, turning on her heel to unlock the lobby door, sick of the rain. As the two drove off, Alex made her way to the row of silver mailboxes lined beside the elevators. She riffled through her mailbox pulling out countless, useless flyers and junk among her pending bills. Her dark eyes fixated on a thick, brown envelope titled 'Jonathan Shaw' and addressed to apartment 509- the apartment a few doors down from her own.
She tossed the junk mail atop the other mailboxes, slipping the brown envelope and bills in her jacket pocket as she reached the elevator, lighting up the fifth floor button. With a ding of the doors opening, she walked out the elevator, feeling her phone vibrating within her jean pocket.
'Baby, can you come in tonight? Nicole called in, we're short and it's Friday night," she imagined his voice more or less demand.
She sighed. It was supposed to be her once in a life time Friday off.
'Yeah... I'll be in soon' she texted as she walked down the hallway, giving him.
She zeroed in on the striking black numbers '509' staring back at her, stopping her dead in her tracks. Grabbing the envelope entitled "Jonathan Shaw" from her pocket she slipped it underneath the door and continued down the hall to her apartment.
Inside, she quickly threw together a bag of makeup, heels and whatever she deemed "only appropriate for work" clothes before heading out the door and to the elevator again, this time to the parking garage.
She swayed side to side as she awaited the doors to open, her phone going off again.
'Colby is literally freaking out... You better be on your way!' her best friend and co-worker Sara texted.
Alex groaned again, oblivious to the doors opening with a tall, male figure exiting the elevator. She looked up, bewildered by the piercing blue eyes staring back at her. His sandy hair was slicked back and he wore all black, with his cell hanging from his belt. He smiled as he walked past, letting her enter the now empty elevator. She pressed the parking lot button, now watching as this mysterious man unlocked the apartment door she had just slipped the envelope into.
XXX
"Sandow?" a groggy Mike asked into his phone, his voice below a whisper as he didn't want to wake his sleeping wife beside him. He quickly climbed out of his bed, dragging his feet down the hall and away from his bedroom. "What's going on? It's two in the morning, man..."
"I don't care what time it is, Mike... I've got a proposition for you," Damien's thick, booming voice said, stalking back and forth in his luxurious, worth more than your life apartment that overlooked the downtown streets of Cincinnati. "I need you to help me get rid of Lopez."
Mike's eyes widened. "You serious, man?"
"I don't fuck around, kid... I need him gone. He's letting shit get to his head and he's starting to forget who started this business."
"Well, what the hell do you want me to do about him?" Mike asked.
"I need him gone, I don't care what it takes but it's gotta be clean. The feds are starting to warm up to this guy- they know of him and I'm sure they can link me to him if the deed's done sloppy. And you know I don't need any more heat on me. I need this done before I finalize things with Del Rio, Mike."
"Okay, okay... I'll get it done Damien," Mike assured him, wondering how the hell he was going to pull this off even if he wanted to. He was a rat, pretty much. Mike was on Lopez' personal pay roll as well as Damien's. But as things began to shift and Lopez' hunger for this business soon pulled Mike into a direction opposite of Damien.
"You better. Don't let me down kid... This whole business is relying on Lopez dead, you got it?"
"I'll get it done, boss," Mike reassured, pulling out his burner to text Lopez of his impending, planned extinction courtesy of Damien.
XXX
Alex slipped on her cherry red heels that matched her revealing mesh outfit, taking one last look at the sickly reflection staring back. Her dark hair curled and tumbling down her back, eyes lined in thick black liner and glittery shadow just how he liked. This wasn't how she pictured making a living, especially with a little girl relying on her. But if she was making close to five hundred a night plus being the boss' favorite which had its perks, then so be it.
She was a stripper and there was no way in hell she could be the slightest bit proud of how she made a living. But she was earning money and not living off the system, so she saw it as somewhat of a good thing.
That was how she and Randy met, during a rowdy bachelor party for one of his friends. He was twenty four, and she was twenty three. The rambunctious, expensive liquor filled night later made its way to Randy's apartment where their fling would begin. It was never anything serious; just a few casual fucks a couple nights a week, or whenever Randy would call her up. A few months later, Alex was graced with the news of her pregnancy while he realized he couldn't wife a stripper. Their relationship, if you could even call it that, never went any further then an egg and sperm donor. While she was basically forced into a hiatus, he was generous enough to let her live with him in his apartment till Kylie was born. She was grateful for his generosity, and that he was willing to be a father which he really was amazing at it even if his job got in the way.
"Hey," she heard as a pair of hands grabbed at her hips, pulling her back gently. Warm breath slithered down her neck, sending uncontrollable shivers all throughout her body. "How's my favorite?" the tall, dark, scruffy and handsome man asked. His long blonde and dark hair was tied out of his face and he wore a fitted black suit, like always. He was her boss, Colby, and the owner of the club. He wrapped his arm around Alex's waist as he pulled her close to his side. Placing a kiss on her neck, he smiled a toothy grin while holding a cigarette in his hand. "I know it was supposed to be your night off and all but thanks for coming in."
"Thanks for having me," she smirked, sarcasm laced with her words. He chuckled, leaning into her ear.
"You know I always love having you," he whispered, again sending shivers running through her being.
She smirked, raising her brow as he brushed his finger against her blood red pout. It wasn't unusual, this behaviour between the two. The girls knew she was his, in a way which all they could do was accept it. It was never serious... He was just a casual fuck every night she worked. But as casual as their relationship was, he really did look out for her and made sure she was always taken care of- physically and financially. She really was the boss' favorite girl.
"Get out there, sexy," he muttered as her music began to play. She obliged, sauntering over to the pole as the lighting turned to a deep red. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers against the brass pole like she always did, teasing like. Quickly she backed up against the thing, slowly lowering her ass to the ground seductively. With her legs spread, she whipped her hair back as she grabbed a hold of the pole.
She swung around, showcasing her athletic talent to the crowd of salivating men watching from pervert's row. She moved beautifully to the music playing, losing herself completely as she grinded against the brass, turning of everyone who watched her. Near the end of her show, she lay on the stage floor, running her hands up and down her body as men threw bills at her half naked body in appreciation.
This was how it was... Stripping away her self-worth and dignity as she accepted money from old, lonely and possibly married men. But how could she really complain, with all the financial support and outlook courtesy of her boss, Colby Lopez.