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Knippy

I walked toward the bar, though I wasn't old enough, I was getting in there for one reason.

Randy Orton was in there.

I walked up to the velvet ropes and ran my hand over it gently, feeling the silky red fabric at my fingertips.

"Where do you think your going?" The hefty bouncer looked at me through his black sunglasses, though it was 8 pm.

"My mom's the bartender here, I need to see her," I lied perfectly.

He didn't seem to believe me at first, and tried to stare me down. When my eyes matched his stare, he walked through the door and brought back another man, smaller than himself.

"You recognize the kid, Ben?" He asked the red-headed man.

He leaned in close and pondered me. I looked at him with puppy eyes, begging him silently.

"Yeah, yeah I seen him once or twice," Ben stepped back and his blue eyes glazed over.

Of course.... he was drunk.

The bouncer looked at me unconvinced, "Ok kid, make it quick. What's your name anyway?" He lifted the rope.

I walked through and looked at him, "Dwayne."

I turned my back and entered the darkened room. It was bigger than I thought. There was a huge dance floor with scantily clothed women shaking there hips vigorously, with their breasts exploding from their shirts. I looked for my prince through a smoke cloud with the music blaring in my ears.

I walked over to the bar, looking down the line to see where he was hiding. He was no where to be found. I started to walk out, defeated, but salvation called as I laid eyes upon John Cena. I started to run over to him, but regained my composure and walked coolly over to him and laid my hand on his table.

"Hey Cena," I made my voice deeper and gravely, "You seen Orton?" I sounded stupid....

He looked up at he surprised and obviously smashed out of his mind, "Who the fuck are you and why do you wanna know?"

"I'm his bitch" I stated looking at him seriously. Though things like that only happened in my dreams.

His eyes soften and he chuckled, "Of course, I should have guessed, with his freaky ass. So grab a seat, I wanna tell you a thing or two about Orton."

I obeyed, sitting on my feet to appear taller, though I was only 5'6.

"Orton is a ass-chaser," he set his beer down. "He might tell you how special you are, and how he wants to be with you, it's shit. He doesn't mean a thing. He does anything to get people into his bed. Also, he is really freaky, like straight up kinky. I travel with him all the time and you wouldn't believe the shit I've seen in his bags." He shuttered. "Just make sure that you know what your getting into. Oh, and another thing, he's a total S&M fanatic. If you can do that right, you're in for the ride of your life." He took another swig of his drink and sighed "How old are you anyway?" He asked.

I was quiet for a minute, trying to control the rage in my pants. Then I responded truthfully, "17."

He looked shocked, "Damn, you a virgin?" I nodded, and he laughed "Well then I hope you ain't got no plans for tomorrow!" He laughed again "You would be getting up for a while!" When I looked at him confused, he put his hands up parallel to each other and whispered, "9 inches" My eyes widened and my dick was now straining against my jeans. I blushed

"Oh," was all I could say, he laughed again, then hiccuped. "Well, if you're still interested, he's out back lighting up, I wish you all the fucking luck in the world." He took another drink as I got up and walked away. My hands clenched as I tried to relax.

'I'm going to meet Randy Orton! God, I better not mess this up!'

I walked through a maze of people to find the back exit. When I hit the back wall, I scaled it until I found the door of my dreams. I opened it slowly to see my prince sitting on the ground with a cigarette hanging out of his perfect mouth. He was wearing a white wife-beating, showing off his gorgeous muscles and tattoos. His jeans were hugging his hips deliciously and I couldn't help but stare.

He's eyes fixated on the ground in front of him, he seemed to be deep in thought. When I stepped out and silently shut the door behind me, his lovely blue eyes floated to me. He looked at me for a good minute before, his hand reached up to take the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Who are you," His blue orbs bored into me and I was breathless.

"D-Dwayne Mathews, sir," I worked hard to not break down and melt into a puddle.

He leaned his head back onto the wall, and closed his eyes. He exhaled.

"What are you doing here? Someone send you?"

"No sir," I regained myself and shook my hair in front of my eyes to shield them from his icy glare, "I just wanted to see you."

"Well, here I am, in all my glory. Is that it? You're just a fan?" His head fell and he sighed again. The chilled air bit against my hands and face, but he seemed unaffected.

"No." I said strongly.

He chuckled, "Really? I bet you think your special huh? Believe me, I see thousands of you everyday, you all think you're special, that you're different, but you're not. You're all the same..." He lifted his head slightly,but wouldn't meet my eyes. "You think you're the one who will stand out to me, trust me, I'll forget about you in a week."

"You're wrong,"

At this he lifted his head fully and rotated towards me, leaning on his arm, "Am I? Just because you're a kid who stalked me to the back of a bar, talked to me for a few minutes, you think that will make you better than them? You're not the first one to do this, and you won't be the last. Just leave, I hate you already." He continued glaring at me to see me walked away

But I didn't.

"No,"

He sighed, "What do I have to do to make you leave?" He took a drag, "Autograph? Picture? Kiss your baby?"

"I just want to talk to you."

"Fine, sit."

I fell right where I was, at least six feet away from him, because my legs had frozen and I wasn't able to walk.

"What do you want to chat about?" He stomped out his cigarette and looked at me.

I took in the sight. His prefect face, his strong jawline, his pouty lips, and those eyes.....those eyes.

"Do you like being a superstar?" I blurted out the first question I could think of. I know realize that I sound like a stupid super-fan.

Even Randy laughed, "I love it, traveling with my buds, seeing the sights. Beating the crap out of other guys, what more could a man want?"

I nodded, "Do you ever get lonely?"

"No, if I feel alone, I can come to place like this and get all the ass I wanted."

"Well, I guess, but that wasn't what I meant," I looked at him and smiled, "Don't you ever want something more permanent? Someone you will be with forever?"

He looked at the ground and smirked that smirk of his. "So that's what this is all about?" He stood and I followed him, "If you want to get with me, all you have to do is get in my car, and come up to my hotel room, and we can fuck."

I stood in shock and followed him.

Is this what I want?