Author's Note: Ok; so this was supposed to be a one shot; however, Lauren has continued to whisper her story in my head, lol. So it looks like It will be at least a few chapters long. We'll see how long she keeps feeding me this story. As usual, I do not own the character of Dean Ambrose; WWE owns it and while I wish I could own Jon Good, the man behind Dean Ambrose, Alas he owns himself. Lauren and the briefly mentioned Elaine are my OC's; I do own them, lol. As usual, please take the time to review this story if you like it; or even if you don't. I have thick skin, and broad shoulders; I can take it.

Dean hated doing these charity things; He'd rather be hanging out at some hole-in-the-wall bar, drinking way too much. Hooking up with some random chick wouldn't be so bad either; but no, WWE Talent Relations had somehow convinced him to take part in one of those bachelor auctions. You know the ones, a bunch of desperate women with extra cash to blow show up and bid on some hot guy they'd never get any other way. The winning woman gets to go on some fantasy date with their stud of choice so they can then use the memory to get themselves off for a few months. He supposed he should be flattered; at least they thought he was hot, he couldn't argue with that! He supposed it was good that the money went to charity.

He was pacing backstage; he had decided to wear the all black suit he had worn to the 2013 Slammy Awards; he slicked his hair back, that look had made all the fan girls go nuts on social media. He knew he looked good; so he might as well be some woman's sexual fantasy, maybe if she was halfway decent looking he'd actually give her a real sexual fantasy to remember. Yeah; that wouldn't be so bad. Suddenly he realized it was his turn to go on stage; time to turn on that "Dean Ambrose Sexy Bad Boy" charm.

Our Next Bachelor is a WWE Superstar; a former United States Champion, he is offering a dinner date ending with front row tickets to a WWE Live event and a backstage tour! Ladies….Be generous to charity tonight and get those checkbooks out to win your date with The "Lunatic Fringe" himself; Dean Ambrose!

Dean came out from behind the curtain and walked down the cheesy runway, like he was some kind of model. He really wanted to roll his eyes at this whole thing; but he managed to control himself. Dean stopped at the end of the runway and grinned; slowly turning around so that the ladies could see his backside to. He should be used to be stared at and watched; but he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was burning a hole right through him. He walked back up to the MC and the bidding began. Dean looked around the crowd trying to find the woman who was paying way too much attention to him; but the lights on the stage blocked his view.

In the dark of the room; about halfway back in the room from the stage; a slender, tan woman with long legs sat at a table. Up until a few moments ago she had been bored; that was until he came out on stage. Now she was very, very interested; he was the reason she was there tonight. She could smell his cologne and the faint smell of cigarettes mixed with mint. She waited till the bidding war was in full swing; let them exhaust their money and then she would be sure to place the winning bid. Once the MC announced the current bid was 'going twice'; she spoke up, "$10,000. The room was silent until she bid three times what the current bid had been; then the room was filled with gasps and whispers. The MC went through the motions; then announced 'SOLD'. Her blood red lips curled into a satisfied smile; she sent the check to the appropriate person with a note to her purchase. Dean had tried to spot the woman who purchased his date, but she seemed to have disappeared. He was now backstage getting ready to get out of there; when the MC congratulated him on being the one to get the highest bid. The man handed Dean the note. Dean opened the note:

Entirely worth every cent! You may meet me at the restaurant mentioned by the MC in the description of the date, tomorrow night; 9pm sharp. Please don't be late, and feel free to wear that same cologne; it is quite intoxicating! You'll know who I am when you see me. Until tomorrow night!

The note had no signature, no phone number and no address. Suppose something came up and he couldn't make it; how would he know how to reschedule with her. It definitely piqued his interest; first he couldn't imagine why anyone would pay $10,000 for dinner with him, some tickets to a show and a backstage tour, secondly he really wanted to know why she left in such a hurry, finally he wanted to know what made the mystery woman think he would recognize her when he saw her. Dean decided he wouldn't get any answers tonight; he was tired and really needed beer and a cigarette. He headed back to the hotel and stopped at the hotel bar. He was part way through his second beer when he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Hey Dean! Mind if I join you?" Renee purred to him. Dean had made a big mistake a while ago thinking it was great idea to hook up with the blond. He figured she'd be convenient while they were on the road. Suddenly she had become a clingy, crazy annoyance. She seemed to think they were an item; Dean disagreed strongly. He had even told her to hit the road and stop bothering him; yet here she was, again.

"Renee. We had this talk a million times before; we aren't a couple, we never will be a couple, it was just a little fun. Why don't you go find yourself a guy who might be interested in you? That's not me." He yet again, blew her off. She huffed and walked down to the other end of the bar and started flirting with Fandango. All Dean could think was, 'That is a couple made for each other'. He finished the beer, ran outside for a quick smoke and finally poured himself into bed.

The next morning was just like most for Dean, he met his two closest friends at the gym. Seth and Roman grilled him about the charity auction. "I don't know; I hate those things, I had some chick bid $10,000 for me. I guess it was the highest bid of the night." They asked him who the woman was, "Don't know that either, she gave them a note to give to me and left before I could see who she was. It says I'll know her when I see her. It's probably some fan girl who thinks I remember her from some autograph signing; because you know we remember everyone." He chuckled. "Hope she's not crazy."

"You want us to buy you some mace or some pepper spray…oooo….how about a rape whistle?" Seth laughed.

"Shut up Seth! I'm pretty sure you would have been offered $10,000 to leave the stage at that auction." Dean snapped back with a grin. "I'll be fine. Look, I have some interviews and promos to shoot. I'll catch up with you guys later." Once Dean had finished his media stuff and the promos; he realized he needed to get back to the hotel and get ready for his date with the mystery woman. She specifically said not to be late. Dean grabbed a quick shower, slicking his hair back like he had done the night before. He threw on the all black suit and finished with his cologne. He got into his rental truck and drove to the restaurant. He was still unsure of how he would know this woman.

When Dean arrived, he started to look around at everyone dining there. His eyes scanned the room and then they landed on her. The beautiful woman with the long black hair that fell over her shoulders and cascaded down her back; she was wearing very little make-up, except for her red lips. She looked so different; but he truly would have known her even in a crowd of a million people. Every once and a while that face would drift into his dreams; those were the nights he seemed to sleep the best. The last time he had seen her was when he was 18. She looked so classy now; he thought she was classy even back then, but it was clear she was living a better life now. He started walking toward the table where she was sitting; as he got closer she looked up and greeted him with a big smile. She stood up and held her arms out for a hug; which he was happy to give her. "Lauren? It really is you isn't it?" He hugged her probably a little longer than might have been considered normal.

It was Lauren who finally pulled back from the hug and grinned. "It's really me. God! Look at you! Absolutely worth every penny last night; sit down please." She watched as he took the seat across from her. "You know, I was really starting to think that there wasn't going to be a single man to walk down that stage last night worth bidding on; then you came out. I just knew I had to have the winning bid; and of course, it went to a great charity. Should I call you Dean or Jon?"

"Everyone knows me as Dean now; even my friends call me Dean instead of Jon. You look amazing! I can't get over it; but you were right, I knew you as soon as I saw you." He leaned in closer. "Seriously though; $10,000? You shouldn't have spent that kind of money on me." She put her hand on top of his on the table.

"Stop. I know what you're about to say, you were worth that much to me. Seriously, look how far you've come and you're still belittling yourself. Well right now you're on my dime; so no more of that." She grinned. "Besides; you once told me I was 'worth more than $100, more than $500 that I was worth $10,000 and then some." She could see that he now remembered telling her that. "I'm so proud you got out of Cincinnati and went for your dream; even if at the time I was sad to see you leave."

11 years ago

"You could come with me! We could go off together right now and not look back. It will be tough. I won't lie; the Independent circuits they don't pay much per match, but I could get a job on the side and maybe you could get a job at a diner or a store. We could live off Ramen; it's not like that would be any different than now! I don't want to leave you here Lauren; if something bad happened to you and I wasn't here, it would kill me. So what do you say?" Jon looked at her with hope in his eyes.

"I don't want you to go either; but you have goals, you need to go and achieve them. I would just slow you down; besides, I can't take off. Anton would have a coronary; he would hunt me down and kill me for taking off, not to mention what he might do to you. I can't risk that; besides, we both know my only skills are in the bedroom and no one in their right mind would hire a prostitute to work in their business. I'll be fine; I always am; besides I have your mom kinda looking out for me." Lauren was getting teary-eyed and she hated crying. "Go on and go Jon; make something of yourself ok? Maybe think of me sometimes." She kissed his cheek and ran out of the crappy apartment; determined not to hold him back.

13 years ago

It was Jon's 16th birthday; normally he didn't bother celebrate his birthday; it wasn't like he really had anything to celebrate. His life was shit! The only bright side was that the wrestling school he had found decided that even though he was too young to start training; they would let him clean the place and he could watch what types of things he'd be learning when he turned 18. He was one step closer to his dream of becoming a wrestler; even if it was a baby step. The woman who had the nerve to refer to herself as his mother had promised him some 'big surprise' for his birthday. He doubted that it was the news that she was getting clean and sober and was going to stop working the street corner, but that is what he would have wanted more than anything. He didn't like her doing that stuff; he hated it even more when she brought the johns back to their apartment. Smoking crack in the living room; drinking whatever she could afford, sometimes resorting to drinking mouthwash for the alcohol buzz. He loathed Anton; his mom's pimp, he took most of the money she made for him and occasionally helped himself to his girls. He was just about to rummage through the cabinet's to see if he could find food; when he heard his mother's voice. "JON! Get your ass out here; I got your birthday surprise! Don't make me call you a second time you little ingrate." Jon walked into the living room silently, he'd learned long ago not to bother argue with her.

Once he entered the living room he was face to face with his druggie mom and a girl with long, black hair who couldn't have been any older than he was. She looked like she hadn't eaten or showered in days; she was in an outfit that screamed hooker. It was her eyes that got him the most; they were the saddest eyes he'd ever seen, there was no sparkle in them at all. "This here is Lauren or something like that; she's Anton's new girl. She's never fucked before; so I convinced Anton to let you break her in as your birthday present. Happy birthday kid, I'll be back in 2 hours to bring her back to the corner. Have fun until then!" His mom stumbled out of the apartment. He looked at the girl; she started to cry.

"Hey, don't cry; it will be ok. Is your name Lauren; I'm Jon; I was just about to see if there was some food lying around. Are you hungry?" The girl shook her head 'Yes'. "Ok; I have no idea what we have, mom's been trading her food stamps for crack again." He looked through the cupboard. Eureka! Tonight; we'll dine on some birthday chicken ramen!" He smiled at the girl; she gave him half a smile. Jon fixed the ramen and split it between two bowls; giving one to the girl. "Look; I don't want to fuck you, the truth is it'd be my first time to. The problem is Anton is a sick bastard; if I don't take your cherry, someone else will and they probably won't be gentle about it. So please let me do it; you're very pretty and it will make me sick to think some random guy is torturing or beating you. I promise, I'll be as gentle as I can and will take care of you the best I can. Will you trust me?"

"Y-Yes. I'm really scared!" She said in barely a whisper. Jon walked over and hugged her.

"As long as I'm around; you'll be ok!" Jon kissed Lauren; it was his first real kiss. It was also the day he lost his virginity with a pretty, scared, 16 year old virgin. Lauren was his first; and she was his. It wasn't too long before they became close friends, confiding in each other. They also made love often. With Jon it was so much better than the gross, sleazy and sometimes abusive men who just took what they wanted from her.

Lauren and Dean never stopped talking all during dinner; she wanted to hear all about his wrestling career and it made her smile to hear how much he loved doing it. Dean wanted to know about what had happened after he left. "It was hard; I didn't have anyone, I missed you very much. I did what I needed to do to stay alive. Anton got in trouble with some big players in a drug cartel; he apparently ripped them off during a deal. They killed him; cops were finding pieces of him all over the city. I was so scared I left the city, eventually I ended up here in New York City, and I needed cash; so I was back on the corner. I was freelancing; didn't have a pimp, so I kept what I earned. One night a limo pulls up to me; I was figuring it was some stock broker, or business man looking for a good time. Only a really well dressed woman got out. I told her I didn't do women; she laughed at me. She told me she wasn't trying to pick me up; she was looking to give me a job. I thought she was crazy Jon; I told her that I didn't need another pimp. She convinced me to just hear her out; she didn't look so tough; I thought I could take her if I needed to. It turned out Elaine was running the biggest escort service in NYC. Like high price escorts; she wasn't looking for a huge cut of my earnings either. So, I took the job."

"So you're still on the job Lauren? I should have insisted that you left that place with me. I shouldn't have left you behind." Jon looked at her.

"I know; but I wouldn't have gone. I was too scared and weak to have done something like that. You have no reason to feel guilty about anything. I'm not exactly on the job anymore; Elaine and I, we clicked. I didn't even realize at first, it started with her asking me to do something for her; she'd show me how to do it and I took over doing it. Then it would be something else; Dean, she was teaching me how to run her business! She announced one evening to all of us that she was getting out; she was ready to retire. Then she announced she was giving it to me; I nearly passed out, she sat me down and we talked. That's when I realized what she had been doing. I don't walk the streets anymore; I don't even see clients anymore, I just own the escort service. Trust me; the $10,000 I bid on you was like pocket change to me." She grinned. "Everything worked out in the end. So I guess we both managed to get out in our own way. Dean we both made it!" Lauren squeezed his hand. "I owe a lot to you; but enough of this depressing stuff. You have to be married by now right?" Jon shook his head.

"Nope." He answered.

"Ok; hot girlfriend?" Lauren asked.

"Nope." He answered.

"Ugly girlfriend?" Lauren grinned.

"Definitely Nope." Dean answered. Lauren started laughing. They both enjoyed their meal. "What about you Lauren? You didn't say if you were involved." Dean grinned

"It's hard to be involved with someone when you run the kind of business I run. Men get a little weird about that. Suddenly they think that I can let them hook up with my girls for free; or they think I'm into orgies or something. So no; I'm not involved." Lauren grinned back.

"Sooo…that's a no for an orgy?" He gave her a pout that made her laugh. Dean had missed that sound, and didn't realize just how much until now.

"Yeah. That's a definite no for the orgy; sorry to disappoint you." She smiled. "You know; I never got to see you wrestle when you were starting, I'm excited to see it at the show."

"Well; we used to wrestle, the two of us." He said.

"Dean; we never wrestled, we had sex." She laughed "I hope you aren't doing that in the ring with those other guys!"

"There was a lot of rolling around, and groaning; so close enough to wrestling. I can't wait to introduce you to my friends." He smiled at her squeezing her hand. "I'm so glad now that you won that bid, Lauren. So I was thinking; maybe after the show, we could spend some more time together?"

"Dean; I paid $10,000 to spend time with you, I think time after the show can be arranged. Maybe you'll have to teach me some wrestling moves." She smirked at Dean. Lauren was about to pay the bill when Dean insisted he pay; not wanting to argue, she let him pay. Deciding it was silly for them to each drive to the arena in separate cars; she got into his pick-up truck. "Somehow, this truck fits you perfectly. I could have seen you in one of these when you were 17."

"Yeah; but at 17 I didn't have the money for a vehicle." He said while driving.

"I would have loaned you the money; if you had asked." Lauren said looking over at him.

"I never would have asked you for anything; I hated knowing you were out there earning money like that. I know at the time you didn't have a choice; but still, you deserved better than that." Dean said quietly, wishing he had been able to get her off the corner back then.

"I know." She gave him a half-smile like she had the first time they met. "You know what? Sometimes; even now that I don't have to, I will buy some ramen and eat it just to smile and remember you." Neither of them said much of anything for the rest of the trip to the arena. When they arrived, he got her tickets and her backstage pass. He had a little bit of time; so he showed her a few places. She loved how his face lit up as he talked about what he was showing her.

"Alright; I have to go get ready for the show, so go get your seat and I'll show you around the rest of this place once the show is over." Dean hugged her.

"Sounds good Dean, good luck in your match tonight." She hugged him back and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.