Chapter Two

Dwayne pulled up to the club around nine. As he entered, he smiled. Of course he'd love this club. Half naked girls dancing around everywhere, and to good music. He laughed to himself.

He sat down at a table and watched the girls on the stage. They were pretty good looking. He squinted to see them a little better, and one stood out like no other. He didn't know what it was exactly...maybe it was her smile, or the way she presented herself.

Her hair was shoulder-length, and a caramel brown color. Nice slender body, with curves in her hips, as well as her chest. From what he could see, she looked about 20, maybe a few years older.

He watched her dance, and laugh. You could hear her laugh out of everyone else's. It was beautiful. He wondered what she'd act like.

The waitress came over and interrupted his thoughts, "Hey, can I get you anything?" she asked.

He cleared his throat, and took his attention off of the girl, "No, thank you."

"Haha, which one are you looking at?" she laughed, referring to the girls on stage.

He smiled, "The one with the brownish hair...she laughs a lot, great dancer, too."

"Ohh...that's Nicole. She doesn't work here, but our boss loves her. She comes here all the time, just dances with the girls." she smiled, as she watched Dwayne glance over Nicole once more.

"Anything else you can tell me about her?" he asked.

"Uhm, she is a huge fan of wrestling, and she is actually training to be one. She's kicked a few asses here and there, when guys feel her up when she doesn't want it...you may see her do that tonight..." she laughed. "She has a great personality, she gets along with mostly everyone."

"Good. Thank you." he said.

"Anytime. Be careful." she winked as she walked away.

Dwayne, once again, looked back over at her. She got off the stage and went over to the bar. Dwayne got up and stopped once he saw another guy go over towards her. He could over hear the conversation.

"Hey sexy, you wanna dance?" the drunk man asked her.

"Uhm, maybe later. Alright?" she said sweetly, trying to keep her distance.

"No...now." he said, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her to the floor. She pushed him away a few times, but he kept pulling her back.

"Jason. Stop it. You've had a lot to drink. Just stop." She said, pushing him back.

Dwayne started to walk over there, to casually be the hero of the night.

This time, he grabbed her breast, and she grabbed his arm and twisted it around, kicking him in the balls. He fell to the floor, and she rolled her eyes. "I didn't want to do that Jay, you know this happens like every single night. Why don't you just take the hint?" she said as she helped him up and escorted him to the security. Then, she casually walked back to the bar.

Dwayne looked at her in amazement. Surely she couldn't handle him. He thought he'd give it a go.

He slowly made his way behind her, and he put his hand on her ass, and slowly moved it forward. She grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back. She looked at her target, and let go of the hold, realizing who she had just done that to.

"Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize..." she started, but was soon cut off.

"No, don't apologize. I was asking for it anyway." He said, rubbing his shoulder. He held out his hand to introduce himself. "I'm Dwayne Johnson."

She gave him a big smile and gladly shook his hand, "Nicole Thompson."

"Would you like to grab a seat with me?"

"Sure!" she laughed, and walked with him.

As the sat down at the table, he noticed a bit more features about her. She had gorgeous greenish blue eyes, and a wonderful complexion. Her skin was tan and she was built to a point where it looked amazing. Not too much muscle, but enough to see that she had it.

"So, what brings you to this part of Cali?" she asked him.

"Just looking for something new, Hollywood gets to be the same once you're there for a while."

"Ahh, I see." she said, taking a few gulps of her beverage.

"Uhm, don't drink that too fast, you'll be drunk in no time." He said.

"It's non alcoholic. I don't drink in clubs." she laughed.

"Oh, how come?" he asked curiously.

"Bad things happen. It's not pretty." she smiled.

He smiled back, "Well, I can understand that then." he looked at her once more. "Hey, do you want to get out of here?"

She gave him a sly look, "What do you have in mind, cowboy?"

"Nothing fishy. Just chilling, you know."

"Well, I suppose..." she laughed as they headed out of the club.