About to arrive for her latest booking, Alexa felt like she was going to make some easy money. The client had purchased a six hour package, and all she was required to do was go to a school reunion with the guy and pretend to be his girlfriend. It wasn't the first time she had been hired for this kind of service, and it was one of her favourites to provide.
Pulling into the parking lot at the rear of the condo building where her client lived, Alexa wondered how the man who had hired her had gotten the money to do so. Dean Ambrose was apparently earning above the average for the area, judging by the other cars in the lot. There couldn't have been a car less than ten years old there, apart from her BMW of course.
"You must have cut it fine on the background check, Mr Ambrose," Alexa muttered as she killed the engine. Still, the booking had been accepted, and she was here now. She guessed she already had the answer to the question she had pondered while packing her travel case for this booking. She had put two dresses in, unsure as to which one would be the most appropriate for the school reunion they were going to attend. Now it seemed obvious that the more expensive of the two would not be required; she would look way too overdressed.
After fetching her case from the trunk, Alexa walked across the lot and entered the building. She saw an elevator in front of her, but there was a sign taped to the door informing people that it was not in service.
"Then I guess it's the stairs," she grumbled to herself. At least she only had to haul her case up to the first floor, she thought, trying to look on the positive side.
A couple of minutes later, she was standing outside of the condo belonging to her client. There was no doorbell, so she gave the door a fairly firm knock. While spending the night at the reunion promised to be easy money, she wasn't exactly looking forward to getting ready in the condo. The picture she had in mind was a floor with beer cans strewn all over it.
The door opened, and Alexa's opinions didn't change at all based on her first sight of her client. Behind her professional smile, she asked herself how this guy had managed to afford six hours of her time. He stood there with a messy mop of hair, some of which hung over his face, and an awkward smile on his face. He had a leather jacket and a pair of jeans on, both of which were not exactly new.
"Hi, Dean Ambrose?" she said in a professional and friendly manner.
"That's me. And you're Alexa Bliss. Come in, please."
Mr Ambrose spoke politely, his voice warmer than Alexa had imagined. It didn't really fit the way he looked. She supposed she ought to stop instantly judging everything she saw and give the guy a chance.
Dean held the door open for her to pull her case into the condo. Upon entering, Alexa saw that he had cleaned the place in preparation for her visit. It was a man's clean, though. There was a stack of what looked like old music magazines piled up by the couch, and some old cardboard boxes in the corner of the room. But in general, the place was fairly clean.
"Can I get you a drink or something? I've got orange juice or beer."
There was a very subtle hint of humour in his voice, and a noticeable gleam in his eyes. He knew she was a rich woman who would never find herself in a place like this outside of work, and hardly ever even for that reason. He saw it a reason for amusement, and Alexa liked that.
"I'm good, thank you," she smiled, looking up at him. "I just had a coffee in the car. I could use somewhere to change. I brought a dress that will be suitable for a school reunion."
"That's good. I bought a suit. I can't wait to get there tonight and surprise everyone who used to bully me. They'll probably assume I won't be there, or that if I am, I'll be a failure."
Well, you're paying someone a lot of money to pretend they're dating you. That's hardly a success story, Alexa thought, her face impassive. But then, on the other hand, he had afforded to hire her somehow. "What is it you do for a living?" she enquired.
"I'm a wrestler. Although it might not look at it to see this place, I recently started working for a different company and it pays well. I'm looking to sell this hole and move somewhere nicer."
Now it makes sense, Alexa thought. "I hope that works out for you," she said honestly. Ambrose seemed like a nice enough guy based on her first impressions. " A wrestler is a different kind of job."
"You've never had a wrestler come for a moment of Bliss before?" he enquired with a sideways grin.
Alexa smiled again. "Can't say that I have. I might have had people who wanted me to wrestle them though."
Dean laughed, appreciating her quick wit. "Let me show you to the bedroom. You can change there. Don't worry, I cleaned that up this morning too."
"Good to know," Alexa said, following along behind him down a short hallway that had a bathroom off one side of it and the bedroom off the other side. This really was a small condo, suitable only for one person to live in.
"I'll leave you to it," Dean said. "No rush, we don't need to leave for an hour. We don't want to be the first ones there."
"Okay. I shouldn't be long anyway," Alexa assured her client. "When I'm changed, we ought to spend a few minutes talking about what our story is going to be. People are bound to ask us questions. You know, where we met, how long we've been together, that kind of thing. We need to have that all figured out ahead of time so that our answers match up."
The look on Dean's face told her that he hadn't considered that before now. "Yeah, that makes sense," he said. "I'll put some thought into it while you get changed."
Alexa went into the bedroom and closed the door. She had already fixed her makeup that morning, as she always did before a booking, so all she had to do was change into her dress and put the appropriate pair of heels on. While doing so, she mulled over some ideas of her own for how she might have met Dean and fallen for him if they really were in a relationship. By the time she headed back to the living area, she had an idea in mind.
Sitting on the couch with a bottle of beer in hand, Dean looked over when she entered the room. Seeing her in the light grey sleeveless dress that complimented and showed off her great figure to tasteful perfection made his mouth fall open slightly. "Wow. You look stunning, you really do," he said after a second, managing to find words.
Reactions like that were one of the things Alexa loved about her job. "Thank you," she said sweetly, walking over to him. "So, I was thinking, maybe we could say that I'm a wrestling fan and I met you at a show?"
Motioning for her to sit beside him on the couch, Dean shook his head. "That's the absolute last thing we want to say. That would make you what we call a ring rat. Basically a slut who hangs around wrestling shows trying to get off with the wrestlers."
"Oh. Then, yeah, let's not say that," she said as she sat down.
"What we could say is you work backstage for the wrestling company. Maybe you're one of the girls who does makeup for the female wrestlers. We would have met that way."
"Alright, yeah," Alexa said. "Let's put some flesh on the bones, and we'll have a believable story figured out by the time we get there."
Sure enough, by the time they were nearing the bar where the school reunion was being held, Alexa and Dean were on the same page about what answers to give to questions regarding their supposed relationship. They had decided to drive to the venue in her BMW as it was a nicer car than Dean's Honda, which had seen better days. A new car was apparently something else he might have otherwise spent his Bliss money on.
"So, you must get some seriously strange requests from people?" Dean asked, glancing away from the road to look at Alexa in the passenger seat.
"I'm sure we do, but they get rejected by my staff before they get as far as me. They have criteria to work to regarding what bookings to accept."
"You must hear of some of the weird ones though?" Dean pressed, smiling in amusement already at what she might say.
"Yeah, of course. I mean, not too long back there was a guy who wanted me to tie him up and shit and piss on him. We all have our fetishes, but that's just disgusting," Alexa said, a real look of distaste on her face.
"That's vile," Dean said, laughing about it nonetheless.
Alexa laughed too. Looking over at her client, she found herself thinking that he had scrubbed up quite well now that he was wearing a black suit and a dark grey shirt. A hair cut would have served him well, but she supposed that was only her opinion.
"I know you offer sex though."
Here we go, Alexa thought, assuming she was going to get a, 'Well, while I'm hiring you...' kind of proposal. If so, she would inform him that wasn't what he had requested on his booking, so it wouldn't be happening this time.
"Yes, a lot of my clients include sex in their moment of Bliss requests. But you didn't, Dean," she said professionally.
"No, I know that. I was just thinking about it is all. I read some reviews about your company and a lot of them mentioned bondage. You're good at that stuff?"
"I'm an expert mistress," Alexa smiled sweetly.
"What about a victim, although I'm sure that's the wrong word."
Alexa giggled at his choice of wording. "I don't really do that. With a regular client I might, but not with someone I didn't know very well. For obvious reasons, it's not the kind of situation I would want to get into with someone I didn't know."
While waiting at a red light, Dean looked at her. "You have regular clients? No offense, but you charge a goddamn fortune. Your prices nearly sent me running."
"A price is only too expensive if people refuse to pay it," Alexa said shrewdly.
"And you're booked months in advance," Dean said, accepting her point. He made a right turn at the intersection they had been waiting at and said, "It's just up here. Time to start being my girlfriend."
"Okay, girlfriend mode activated," Alexa said with good humour. Her tone had become lighter, more excitable, like someone set to have a great night out with her man.
Dean pulled his car into the lot of an establishment called Finlay's Bar. It was time for Dean Ambrose's moment of Bliss to begin.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who left a review on the previous moment of Bliss.
I had people express an interest in a moment of Bliss that didn't involve sex, so here we go with Dean's request. He's about to meet up with people from his school and show off his girlfriend. How do you think it will go?
I'm still interested in hearing ideas for future moments of Bliss, so if you have one don't be afraid to leave it in a review.