A/N: Hello, all. This is my very first fan fiction story. I do appreciate any reviews, even if it's constructive criticism. I have a feeling this will be a long fan fiction and I know I will have a lot of fun with it and I hope everyone enjoys reading it.

This is primarily a Shawn Michaels/OC story with some other wrestlers making appearances.

I will probably update once a week, maybe twice a week. I'm in graduate school so it may take me a few days to write a chapter, review it, and post it with everything else going on.

Disclaimer: I do not own HBK, Triple H, or any of the WWE officials or wrestlers in this story. I only own my characters.

Now on with the show….

CHAPTER 1: Life As I Know It

Life blows.

I walked into my place, didn't even put my keys on the counter, when my cell decided to blast off. It was Tina.

"Hey girl. Bobby says to get your ass back down here, pronto"

"What the fuck, Tina? I just walked into my apartment, after working a double shift."

"Bobby says he don't give a fuck how long you worked. He says he gots some big job and he wants you n me on it….tonight.

I sighed. Then I laughed. Or maybe I cried. I couldn't tell.

"What time does that dick want me back?" I asked.

"Like, now."

Click.

I didn't even drop my bag. I sighed (and this time I really did cry), turned around, and headed back out my door. My destination? The Kittens Gentleman Club.

Where I worked.

As a stripper.

Or a piece of ass.

20 minutes later I dragged my sorry ass back into The Kittens Gentleman Club. I've been working here for the past two years and in those two years, I became a favorite among the men that populate the club.

I really didn't want to be here, especially since I had lived the past two days of my life in this shithole, dancing for men in their eighties and nineties (Wednesday is elders night) and getting the cheapest tips of the week (the old geezers think they're high rollin' when they tip you a buck per dance).

I found the dick, Bobby, a.k.a. my boss, and Tina in the back room.

"Here's the situation: two guys are sittin' in a high roller suite in Le Hotel de Paris in New Orleans. These men are here on business and are lookin' to have a good time before they leave in three days. They specifically asked for two girls with big tits, a great ass, who don't mind doin' some kinky sex stuff."

"These guys are famous WWE wrestlers so use a little discretion. I promised the guy who called that not one of my entertainers will blab about who they spent the evening with. Treat it like any other job with rich assholes. They're in the Penthouse at the top floor. You get paid at the end of the evening. Now go."

Tina grabbed her bag and made her way to the car. I ran to my locker, grabbed a negligee, and as I ran out the back door, I heard Bobby yell "And make sure you're not seen!"