Hours passed by and Jon once again woke up in the same hotel room, but this time he was alone. He was relieved. He could finally get himself sorted out ready for yet another long week of travelling. He'd not know anything about stability. He was constantly moving around, visiting different places and trying out the local 'talent'. He wasn't emotionally there, relationship wise. He thought about how all of his friends were settled down, but he couldn't picture himself that way. He shrugged of this deep meaningful bullshit he was thinking about and decided to get ready. His policy was to get out of the hotel room and just hit the road. He was lucky enough to travel with two of his friends, known in the WWE and Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns, Colby and Joe to him personally. They were all friendly enough, but as usual Jon kept to himself usually – it was the way he's programmed, it has been ever since he'd been a small child.
Jon grabbed his gear and left his room, with a musk smell of stale booze and sex.
"I wouldn't want to be the poor fucker who had to clean up this mess" He smirked to himself.

-
He made his way down the hallway to be greeted by the two men he was in a stable with.
"Wassup man" Joe greeted.
"Not much, tired, a little hangover."
"The usual then" Colby chuckled.
"Yeah" Jon laughed back.
"Let's get going, I want to get there as soon as I can, I hate these long ass drives." Joe said, trying to hurry up the other two.
The three men sat comfortably in the car. Colby was driving, Joe was in the passenger's seat and Jon was sprawled out in the back.
"Great, were going to have to listen to his emo bullshit music for hours" Jon groaned.
"Fuck you man, I have great taste." Colby said as he tactfully placed his middle finger towards his face, whilst reversing the car out of the parking lot.
The car went silent. There wasn't usually any stupid chit chat between the boys. When they wanted to talk, they'd talk.
Jon dug into his pocket and found the Jim and Bean note from Fawn. It felt odd to him to text message a girl. Usually he'd give them a fake number if they asked, or wouldn't bother getting in contact with them again. But she gave him hers.
"Here goes nothing"
Jon tried to type something worthwhile. But his mind went blank. He was always fine with thinking of something to say, something to reel women in, to interest them. But his brain was mush. He decided to keep it casual.
Hey, it's Jon. Sorry about that chick the other day. Long story. Give me a text sometime.
It sent. He was nervous and he didn't fucking know why. This doesn't happen to Jon. He was a little surprised by her not instant texting back, but maybe she was busy. She seemed like she had a life.
Jon decided to do the only thing he could – sleep. The sound of We Came As Romans blaring in the background wasn't exactly great music to sleep too, but it'd do. He placed his phone back into his pocket not knowing when she'd text back. But he hoped it'd be soon.

A day had passed. Raw went great; he was euphoric with the crowd and the reaction of The Shield, notably the women. No one thinks he notices the "Explicit Ambrose Violence" T-shirts they wear and the signs they hold up screaming his name, but he does. It makes a show more fun. And he likes to potentially pick out a woman from the crowd. He still had Fawn on his mind whilst he was backstage after just filming a promo, but he had his urges on his mind.
Usually a lot of his fan girls would hang around outside the stadium, or go to the local bars around the area in hopes of meeting a wrestler. He got it, he may not be on social media but he's in the loop of things and he'd planned a night of pleasure for himself, but he needed an easy and willing girl to prey on.
"Fancy going to that bar we passed just as we got here? It's right next to the hotel, I'm feeling a small celebration for our success so far. "Colby asked, as he wrapped his arms around the tops of Joe and Jon's shoulders.
"I'm down." Joe said.
Perfect Jon thought. "Yeah dude, let's go."

Jon, Joe and Colby entered a pretty average bar. Cheap drinks, Cheap looking women. Jon was in his prime, but of course, he'd play it cool. Instantly they were recognized. Some guys at the bar bought them some beers first. They all would chat to fans. Well, more like Colby and Joe. Jon just sat quietly listening to conversation. He'd check his phone now and then for the time, or perhaps a text.
Jon finished his beer, and while Colby and Joe were engaging in casual conversation with a couple of mutual friends now, Jon went to the bar to get another one. He looked to the left and saw a girl with some great tits. She was staring at him constantly, like he had something on his face. He swiveled around on his heel.
"You want a drink?" He asked the girl confidently, who had light brown curls.
"Yeah, sure! I'll have a sex on the beach" She said. Sex on the beach, eh? Jon wondered if there was a beach nearby. It'd be ironic to take her there instead of a hotel room. Her face gleamed with happiness. "Uh.." She was lost for words.
Jon raised both of his eyebrows, waiting for whatever she was going to say.
"You're Dean Ambrose right?" She asked.
"Yup" He bluntly said.
"I am a huge fan!"
"I bet you are." He winked at her. He could tell this was going to be too easy. "And your name is?"
"My name is Candice"
"Great." He grinned menacingly.

After two hours she was quite drunk, as was Jon. But he could handle his booze all too well.
"So Candice" he turned to her and said, getting closer to her ear "Why don't we go do something fun?" He asked her. He didn't want to sound desperate. He just wanted to fuck.
"Yeah, like what kind of fun?" She giggled. Jon looked at her. She stared back at him. He took a final gulp of his beer and gently placed his hand down on her leg, rubbing her softly up and down on the inside of her thigh making her body tingle, and then slowly kissed her sensually on the neck. "I think you know what kind I mean" He said whilst continuing to turn her on, slightly gnawing on her. He was hungry for sex, and he needed it now.
She silently agreed. He grabbed her hand and briskly walked out of the bar. As he was walking, Joe and Colby looked in his direction, only for Jon to turn to them and smirk. It was a certain smirk he would pull and they just knew.
"That's Jon set for the night." Colby said. Joe chuckled.
-

Jon was hard. He just wanted to shove her into the nearest alleyway and do it right there and then. It didn't help that she was all over him; touching his throbbing member through his tight jeans, only making him want her pussy more. He bit his lip hard and made his way through the hotel lobby, luckily, he was only on the first floor, his dick can thank him later. He jumped up the steps, keeping hold of the slightly drunk woman he was with. Something caught his attention as he was walking up the stairs. He squinted, not sure if it was real what he was seeing.
"Fawn?" he questioned towards a girl. She looked puzzled. He did a double take, but he was mistaken. It was just another girl with red hair. He blushed as he felt a little embarrassed. He smiled it off, and carried on walking. What the fuck, he thought. He barely knew her, and she hadn't replied to him yet. It was playing on his mind. It wasn't his normal.
He shook it off and came back to reality. He shoved the girl into his room and slammed it shut. As he was undressing, staring down at this woman who was completely naked about to give herself to him, all he could think of was her. Get your head in the game Jon, He thought. You got work to do.

I really appreciate views, reviews and you guys spreading the news (that rhymed, heh) about my fanfiction. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm trying to play it slow and not have a short story. I want it to be played out for quite a while. I'll draw up the next chapter and post it ASAP.