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Chapter one: An Unexpected Situation!

"Hey Ally, got any plans for tonight?" Ben her boss, asked. He was a very attractive guy, 6 foot, with his blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and average muscular body, all the girls liked him.

"No." She answered hesitantly, noticing that he wanted to ask her something.

"Mind closing tonight, Erika needs to take off early, her daughter is sick." He asked knowing she wouldn't refuse, especially since her co-worker's little girl was sick, she would for sure cover for her.

Alissa sighed. "Alright, I will do it." As much as she hated working there, she needed the money, if she was going to save up to have a decent down payment on a new car. The piece of crap she was driving now, she didn't trust to drive anywhere.

He nodded. "Ok then, better get dressed cause your dancing again in twenty minutes!"

She rolled her eyes then put her belongings back down on the vanity in front of her. She opened her bag and pulled her school girls uniform out. She dressed, did her make-up and hair, then waited patiently behind the curtain. The bouncer smiled and she politely nodded with a half smile in return. "Everyone give it up for the delicious, and sexy, Ms. Kitty." She shook her head. All the girls could come up with their own nicknames, and she went with that. Only because everyone called her Ally cat since she was two years old.

She walked out, and glanced around at the crowd. She seen all the regulars, then noticed a face that was familiar, but new to the club. She finished her dance, collected the money on the stage, and others who where still handing bills to her. She finished picking up her clothes and disappeared behind the curtain.

The next couple hours, seemed to drag on for Alissa, but she managed to make it through. She looked at her cell, 2:00 am, closing time. She cleaned herself up, putting her jeans, t-shirt, shoes, and jacket back on. Then exiting through the back door. Her car was parked behind the building, as the rest of the dancers cars were parked in front. Alissa liked parking in the back, to avoid the obsessed regulars from harassing her. She put her key in the door then heard laughter coming from the end of the alley. She squinted her eyes trying to focus on the dark figures 250 feet from where she stood.

She rolled her eyes. "Damn prostitutes!" They were always giving sexual favors in this alley. She unlocked her door, then reached for the handle until she heard a startled voice.

"Hey, it don't have to be like this. I thought we were gonna have some fun!" The male held his hands up.

Alissa looked closer, and noticed the female was standing in an unusual stance. Her feet apart, and her hands in front of her holding something in her hands. "Oh gawd, she has a gun." She couldn't believe she was witnessing this.

Trying to quickly think, she hid behind her car. Alissa watched with horror in her eyes. Could this really be happening? The man had been talking and laughing just moments before, now his life is at stake. The alley was dark, and the only light that shown, was from a street light next to the entrance. She needed to save him but how? She reached in her purse, pulling out her cell. She started dialing 911, but her battery died just before she could press talk. "No this can't be happening." Thinking as fast as she could. She remembered her charger inside the car laying in her floor board. "I can't she will hear me!" For a piece of shit the only thing that seemed to work correctly was the beeping her car made when you opened the door. She waited as patiently as she could, and prayed this poor guy survived.

The woman became aggressive. "Give me your wallet and the keys to your car!" She demanded.

"Okay, okay, let's be reasonable here. You have a choice in this situation, walk away and I will forget this ever happened, or I just give you all the cash I have right now and this is over." The man tried to keep collected, unsure of how this was going to end. Laughter soared through the alley. For someone that was trying to be discreet, she was being very loud.

"No, I don't think so big shot, give me everything you have or I will put a fucking bullet in your head!"

"Oh no!" Alissa was shaking, for fear of the man losing his life.

The man tried to grab the woman, once he had her in his arms, she took the gun and hit him in the back of the head. He fell to the ground. She emptied his pockets and ran. Alissa waited a little longer making sure she didn't come back. Then ran to the man that was left unconscious on the cool ground. "Sir, are you okay?" She checked his head, but couldn't see much, for it was to dark to see.

The man moved, and groaned. "Dammit, that fucking bitch hit me!"

Alissa knelt down next to him as he sat up. "Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

He looked up. He couldn't help but stare. She was beautiful from what he could see, and she took his mind off the current situation for a few seconds. Her hair was straight, her body slender, and the way she touched his hand, sent a smile across his lips. "I think I will be okay!" He put his hands down on the ground, then pushed himself up to stand. Dizziness took over, and she grabbed him before he went down for the second time. "Are you sure, I can take you to the hospital if you need to go?" She was concerned for the man.

"Yes, I am sure." He looked around but seen that they were the only ones out there. "What are you doing out here so late, and in this dark alley all by yourself?" He asked curious to know and in fear for her safety as well.

She smiled. "I just got off work. Can I give you a ride to the police station, so you can file a report?"

He shook his head. "No, I can't do that! A ride would be nice though."

Confusion crossed her face and she wondered why he didn't want report this to the police. "Okay, my car is right there." She thought the man had been knocked senseless. This was something that needed to be reported to the cops, but he refused to do so. Once she had put her stuff in the backseat, and they were both in the car she locked the doors. She turned the ignition on and drove out of the alley. "Where do you need to go?"

He looked around her car noticing the condition it was in. "The Hyatt."

She should of known he was from out of town. "Okay, so where are you from?"

He smiled very proudly. "St. Louis!"

She nodded. "Missouri!" She stated as a fact not a question.

He laughed. "Yeah that's the one. You know your car is a piece of shit!"

She huffed. "The whole reason I am working my ass off, literally, so I can save for a new one!"

He nodded. "You work at the club!" He caught that.

She nodded. "Yes, for two and a half years now, if you must know!"

He smiled. "What's your stage name?" He was curious.

"Ms. Kitty!" She answered honestly.

He smirked. "Ah, very nice."

She shook her head, and rolled her eyes. "So what do you do, Mr...?"

He stuck his hand out as she stopped at a red light. "Randy...Randy Orton, I am a professional wrestler, I work for the WWE company!" He was hesitant, unsure if she was a fan, cause the females usually were a little crazy.

She nodded. "I thought you looked familiar."

He smiled knowing it wasn't going to be as bad as he thought. "Not that big of a fan, eh?"

She kept her eyes on the road. "I watch from time to time!"

"So do you have a real name Ms. Kitty?" He asked watching her every move.

"Doesn't everybody?" She answered.

He nodded. "Yes, so what's yours?"

"Alissa." She replied.

He smiled. "Are you scared to tell me your last name?"

She smiled. "Just in case your an insane man, and decide to come kill me one day, hell no."

He laughed. "Insane, maybe a little, kill you, I could never do that, after all you are kind of like my hero now!"

She chuckled. "Your hero, hardly, I was too scared to interrupt earlier. Little ol' me couldn't hurt a fly, let alone stop a crazed female with a gun in her hand."

He smiled. "Just because you didn't beat the shit out of her, doesn't mean your not my hero. You came to my side once she was gone, and made sure I was okay. That's a hero to me, and not to forget your giving me a ride."

She smiled. "Fine you win, and your welcome!"

"Thank you Alissa." He was grateful, and she knew when she looked him in the eyes.

She pulled in the front of the large hotel. "Here you are!"

The lighting from the parking lot lit the inside of the car. He could see her clearly now. Her straight hair was light brown, her face was slender with light blue orbs, and her smile was perfect with beautiful white teeth. Her tan skin glittered in the light, and his heart skipped a beat. "Thank you for everything, honestly I don't know what I would have done if you weren't there."

"No problem, Mr. Orton, hope things work out for you. I think you should call the police though." She was still concerned.

He half smiled. "Just between me and you, I would be in a hell of a lot of trouble with my boss if this gets out. It would ruin my reputation along with the companies. I don't really want everyone knowing I was held at gun point by a prostitute, tried to take her, then got knocked out by the gun she had hit me with. The guys would never let me live this down, if they knew."

She nodded, because she knew how cruel people could be. "I understand that, I promise I won't say anything. But what about your car?"

He smiled. "Ah the car was a rental, I will probably have to report that!"

She raised an eyebrow seeing that he really didn't want too. "Okay then I better go, have a safe trip where ever your going to, and remember stay out of dark alleys!" She smiled.

He smirked. "Will do. It was nice meeting you Alissa. Have a good night!"

She nodded. He walked through the front doors, then she drove off. She got to her apartment, and locked the door. She took a hot shower to relax, then made her way to her bed where she collapsed and drifted off to sleep.