It had been about a week since Layla's steamy and erotic meeting with the male stripper, Dean Ambrose. Her bachelorette party had practically been the best night of her life, and she didn't regret it at all. His offer still lingered in the back of her mind, but with her fiancée, Cody Rhodes around, things had been a lot harder for her. She wanted more than anything than to just go back up to that club and fuck him silly. Her fiancé always made her change her mind though. Layla did love Cody, she loved him with all her heart, but Dean was right about him. He was predictable, and boring, and Layla did not want that kind of lifestyle for the rest of her life. She craved adventure, and new things, and Cody couldn't give that to her.

"So how was your party?" Cody asked the brit, pulling her out of her thoughts. She looked over at him, her brown eyes in a daze. Of all the time they had together, now he wanted to ask about the party?

"Good." Layla answered automatically.

"Good?" Cody questioned. "That's it?" He pried.

"It was embarrassing." Layla said. "We went to a strip club."

"Oh..." Cody answered, and that was the last of that conversation.

Later that night, when Layla and Cody made love, all she could think about was Dean. Cody made love the same all the time, but with Dean, Layla imagined it would be everything she had been looking for and more. He seemed so experienced, and he seemed to know what he was doing when it came to moving that sexy body of his. Layla couldn't help but to feel bad. Here she was, just a short time away from her wedding, and she was thinking about sleeping with another man. Her conscious was eating her apart, and she really just couldn't take it much longer.

After Cody fell asleep, the british diva laid there in bed thinking about all the what ifs with Dean and Cody. If she stayed with Cody, she was guaranteed a healthy and complete relationship. A boring one at that, but it was something, right? If she slept with Dean, all it would be was a good fuck, and she couldn't be too sure whether Dean wanted a relationship or not. It could ruin everything, but sleeping with Dean was promising. It was adventurous, and it called out to her.

"You've got to do this girl, take a chance." She told herself as she lay in the bed beside Cody. It was right then and there that she decided that she was definitely going to take Dean Ambrose up on his offer, and she was going to sleep with him soon. Hopefully he would remember her, and hopefully she wouldn't get caught. Her heart was pounding at the mere thought of having a new lover, and she was nervous as hell, but at the same time she was so excited.

The next day, Layla bid Cody goodbye as he was off to work, and then she began to get ready for her little adventure. Yes, she was going to go back to the strip club and ask Dean Ambrose to sleep with her. "I've got some errands to run." She told Cody, "For the wedding." In her head she knew it was wrong and that she should feel guilty for going to sleep with another man, but it just made everything really exciting.

"Alright then, I'll see you later." He said and he was off to work. Immediately, Layla began getting ready, putting on the sexiest dress she owned, and made sure her hair and make up was just right. The club would be near closing time when she got there, which was exactly what she wanted. She wanted Dean all to herself.

"Well, well, well..." Dean started, "Look who it is!" He yelled as he walked out of the strip club doors seeing Layla standing there all dolled up and stuff. "Didn't think I'd be seeing you around here anymore... How's the hubby?" He teased with a chuckle.

Layla scoffed, "Will you just shut up?" She asked as she glared up at him.

"Ooh, feisty." He commented.

"Are we going to do this or not?" Layla then asked.

Dean merely looked at her incredulously, "Are you fucking serious?" He asked.

"I'm taking you up on your offer, Dean." Layla smiled a bit seductively as she batted her long eye lashes in a sensual manner. She was hot, and she wanted Dean right then and right there.

He chuckled, "Right this way, Layla." He replied, equally sensual as he led her into the club to a very secluded area backstage where no other people could see them. "You know," He started, "I don't do this with a lot of girls..." He trailed off as he pulled Layla into his embrace.

"Oh?" She asked.

"So you should feel pretty special." He added as the two began to dance to the music that was still playing in the club. This time, Layla felt her cheeks heat up, and she wasn't sure what to say. She was flattered nonetheless, but the rush and excitement of all this was just overwhelming, and worst of all? Dean was actually turning out to be a pretty sweet guy. The loud bass was deafening her, but she didn't care. Whatever Dean was doing, she was going along with it, and she felt as free as a bird. There was something about that man that she found extremely attractive. Maybe it was the way that he just seemed so dangerous.

"You're pretty good at this." Layla commented as they continued to dance, and that's when she felt Dean up against her back, his hands grabbing at her behind. A smirk crossed her lips, boy, he sure knew what to do with those hands. She didn't know what was happening but she loved it. Taking her by surprise, Dean kissed her neck feverishly making her feel flush and more aroused than she had ever been in her whole life. Whatever Cody could do, Dean could do it ten times more and ten times better. He reached in front of her as they kept dancing and gently squeezed her breast circling his finger around her nipple and she moaned throwing her head back resting it on his shoulder letting him play with her most sensitive parts.

"I know baby." Dean mumbled in her ear sounding a bit smug as he continued to work his magic. No wonder why his stage name was Magic Ambrose. Layla internally groaned, this was it. No turning back now, but somehow she knew she wanted this more than ever. She most certainly wanted to fuck him, and she wanted to fuck him now.

She seductively grinded her bottom over his growing bulge and smiled seeing how he was so aroused for her already. It was apparent that they both wanted it. His hand then slid up her dress playing with the waistband of her new thong. When she whimpered he chuckled lowly in her ear sending butterflies to flutter in her stomach wildly "Dean..." She whispered in his ear despite the loud music playing in the club. Layla felt his movements to be sensual and sweet as to what she initially thought him to be rough and uncaring but he was making her feel like she was the only woman in the club and it felt wonderful.

"You're so sexy." He whispered in her ear before licking down her neck and back to her jaw. Dean grabbed her, lifting her up to his body making her wrap her legs around his torso, he pushed her dress up to her hips revealing her lacy thong. He groaned at the sight pushing the material to the side so he could see her dripping core. She moaned loudly when he pushed a finger into her tightness. He rubbed her clit with his thumb vigorously making her tighten her arms around him signaling that she was about to come, but he pulled his finger out not wanting her to yet.

"Dean please." Layla begged. He knew exactly what she wanted, he held her up using his free hand to unzip his pants and pushed them down with his boxers. The british diva looked down to see his hard member prodding at her wet lips, he pushed in slowly filling her to the hilt. She let out a small whimper throwing her head back against the wall bucking her hips letting Dean know that she was ready for him to fuck her. He wrapped his hands around her waist bracing himself to thrust.

As she bounced up and down on him her mind was becoming cloudier and her inhibitions were lowering at a rapid pace. In fact, she couldn't stop herself from saying his name over and over as he was thrusting hard into her. Dean felt her tighten around him giving the tell-tale signs that she was ready to orgasm, he went faster and faster until he heard her scream and he felt her warm juices seep down his legs. He grunted spilling himself into her waiting core. That was definitely the best fuck Layla had experienced in a long time.

"Oh shit..." He panted as he pulled out of her and pulled his pants back up.

"That was good." Layla laughed as she adjusted her underwear. He had felt something though with Layla, and even though they had just had sex in the club, he knew that she wasn't like the other girls, and this was more than a fuck.

"We could always do this again..." Dean suggested and in that moment, Layla knew that she had to cut ties with Cody and become a free woman.

"I might just take you up on that offer." She winked, and made her way out of the club.