A/N A quickie thank you to Lezlee, Mac, and SueBob for their beta expertise and dealing with my grammarFAIL. =)
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Lady of the Night
~*~ EPOV ~*~
I stepped out of the airport terminal and into the searing heat of the Nevada desert. It's amazing how a two hour, twenty minute flight from Seattle to Las Vegas can provide the extremes in weather and vegetation. Damp and moss, meet arid and sand. It's like a whole different world here compared to Forks.
I hopped in a cab and directed the driver to take me to the Bellagio. The sun had started to set, the lights of the Vegas strip twinkled and flashed in the darkened sky. As we pulled up to the valet, I paid the fare, grabbed my carry-on bag, and made my way to the hotel check-in. I flirted shamelessly with the girl at the front desk and considered asking her to join me for a drink when her shift ended, but decided against it. I thanked her for the complimentary suite upgrade and bid her a good evening with a wink, making my way to the bank of elevators.
I entered my room, appreciative of the fine appointments the suite had over the standard amenities of a regular room - nicer quality linens, a leather sofa and huge, plasma TV, and a killer view of the strip.
Too bad the guys aren't here to see this place. It sure beat the shit hole we stayed in the last time I was here - for Emmett's bachelor party. I couldn't even tell you the name of that hotel. I don't remember much from that trip. It was four days in a drunken stupor with my brother and three of his best friends.
One of the few things I did remember was Jasper telling us about the high-dollar hookers that preyed in the fancy bars and nightclubs on the strip. Supposedly, these "Ladies of the Night" were the kind of women who have a Madam and not a pimp and that are more escort versus prostitute. He told us that they would tie their hair with a ribbon to signal that they were available and when they found a potential client, they would remove the ribbon. How Jazz acquired this knowledge, I had no clue, but we listened intently as if he were giving us the clues to find One-Eyed Willy or some shit.
We had set out on this adventure to find some of these women, but no such luck. The closest any of us got to any action that entire weekend was the groomsmen and I eavesdropping on Emmett and Rosalie's phone sexing. The dumbass didn't even realize we could hear him as he was describing the firmness of his pecker to his fiancee from suite's kitchenette. It wasn't even very juicy since the intoxicated ass slurred his words and repeated the same phrase over and over again until he lost his balance, fell down to the floor, and passed the fuck out - at which point, Jasper and Mike tossed him a pillow and blanket, and Emmett slept the rest of the night on the linoleum.
This trip, however, was only for one night, and I had no plans to botch it up by getting shitfaced. I had one goal for being here and that was to nail the job interview with Cullen Pharmaceuticals tomorrow morning. This job could launch my career, and I refused to fuck up the once-in-a-lifetime chance by arriving hungover to my meeting with my potential new boss.
Although one little drink couldn't hurt. It would help me unwind and ease the tension of my appointment tomorrow and might even help me fall asleep a bit easier. With that thought in mind, I grabbed a quick shower, dressed in a black button-down shirt and dark jeans, and made my way to The Bank, a ritzy lounge in the hotel.
~*~ BPOV ~*~
I had spent the better half of an hour at a bar in Caesar's Palace, listening to this jackass, James, ramble on and on about all the property he owned in the Virgin Islands and the planes his company has. How this is supposed to impress me, I have no idea. I glanced down at my watch and noticed it was nearly eight-thirty, and I had a business meeting with a client at The Bank in the Bellagio in fifteen minutes. I interrupted James and his poor excuse for flirting to tell him that I had to go and thanked him for the drink. He asked for my number, but I lied and told him that I didn't live in Vegas, and that I was headed back to Alaska...or Alabama...or Singapore in the morning. I continued to ignore his incessant peacocking as I stood to straighten my dress, grabbed my purse, and headed for the exit doors.
As I crossed the street to the Bellagio, I received a text from my client telling me that he would not be able to meet me this evening and asking if we could reschedule for later this week instead. I replied that I would pencil him in for Thursday evening and then powered-down my phone, tired of all the work-related schmoozing, and eager to be on Bella-time.
It had been a while since I had been out for a drink by myself, so I figured since I was already at The Bank, I might as well have another drink (or three) and possibly meet a nice guy in the process. I was so tired of these pathetic losers, like James, who put on their A-game to try to "wow" me. I didn't want an arrogant asshole; I wanted an attractive man with a sense of humor who liked to talk dirty in bed.
Oh, and who was single.
I couldn't tell you how many times I have met guys who were here for business conferences or with friends who told me they were single but were really married with four kids and one on-the-way. It was hard to find Mr. Right in Vegas, so I had stopped looking. Hell, I was no prude. I could get my physical needs fulfilled with one-night stands, but I had always left feeling empty.
Maybe tonight will be different.
I scoffed at my last thought as I entered The Bank and made a beeline for the bar. I gave my order to the bartender and searched through my purse for a scrunchy to pull my hair up with. I had worked up a little sweat in the staggering Nevada heat while I power-walked from Caesar's to the Bellagio. I rummaged through the useless crap at the bottom of my bag - a spork from the Chinese takee-outee place, a small bundle of Band-Aid packages, thousands of empty gum wrappers, and -eureka! an old shoelace!! I pulled my hair back into a low ponytail, then dabbed the tiny beads of sweat from my nose and chin. My French martini was delivered, and I smiled widely at the sweet, purple concoction and took a rather large gulp as a sexy, velvet voice materialized by my right ear.
"Excuse me... is this seat taken?" a gorgeous, green-eyed man asked me as I stared up at him like a dumbfounded mute.
He hesitated before tapping on the bar stool next to me. I looked blankly down at the bar stool in question and back up at him, with my ability to speak still evading me. I nodded in response and whipped my head back to face my drink in front of me as my cheeks began to flame with blush. He slid onto the seat and turned towards me slightly, sticking his hand out in offering.
"My name is Edward." He smiled warmly, and I reached out to shake his hand.
"I'm Bella."
"It's an honor to meet you, Bella. May I buy you another drink?" He nodded to the empty martini glass gripped tightly in my hand, and I smiled in return.
We spent the next half hour making small talk - the differences in the climate and flora and fauna of the Pacific Northwest compared to the Southwest and our family histories, including my growing up in Phoenix and his childhood in Chicago. He scooted his stool closer and leaned in to touch my arm, and occasionally rubbed his leg against mine. Things started to get a bit more interesting when he asked what brought me to The Bank tonight.
"I was supposed to meet a client tonight, but he stood me up." I shrugged. It wasn't uncommon to have my appointments cancelled or postponed. Sometimes things at the office or family obligations would keep my clients from being able to make their meetings with me in the evenings, so it wasn't unusual. Edward seemed a little shocked by my admission at first, then a wide smile crossed his face.
"So, Bella...what is it that you do?"
Not wanting to get into the technical aspects of my job or to tell a stranger who I worked for, I gave my usual vague answer. "I, uh...I am in the healing-bodies industry."
His eyebrows shot up, and a wicked smirk sprawled across his face. Leaning closer to my ear, he purred, "And if my body needed some healing...could you help me out with that?"
Ohhh, this player was good. The liquid tempo of his voice, the closeness of his body to mine, and the scent of his cologne swirled through my head and straight to my vagina. I tried to take a step back from this conversation before I dove off the deep end and mounted Mr. Smooth-talker on top of the bar.
Not answering his last question, I smiled shyly and looked down at my fumbling hands in my lap. "What is it that you do, Edward?"
He pulled away from me to sit against the back of the chair, narrowing his eyes and stared at me for a brief moment before leaning in closer to my ear and breathing, "Sales."
Holy fucking Christ.
His hot breath blew past my earlobe and down my neck, producing goosebumps in its wake. My breath escaped in ragged bursts and my eyelids fluttered as I tried to reign in the overwhelming surge of hormones pumping through my body. My willpower was caving fast, and then his last statement registered in my brain.
Sales.
Sales?!
As in male prostitute kind of "sales"?
My heart spit and sputtered as I realized I may have just been solicited by a male prostitute. I had heard that there are some men that scope out women at top-notch bars in town, and at first I was not sure how I felt about that.
Disgusted? Violated? Flattered?
I was sure a look of pure confusion crossed my face, because Edward looked at me with concern and asked if I was okay. I nodded numbly and focused my gaze into the sparkling emeralds of his eyes, and a crazy thought entered my mind. He might have been be a prostitute, but I'd be willing to bet it would be the best sex of my young life if I hooked up with Mr. Smooth-talker. I haven't gotten laid in three months, so I'm due for a little romp in the hay. Come to think of it, I'm sure I have a few condoms somewhere in the bottom of my purse, and besides, he's not even from the area, so who's to say I will ever see this guy again.
I sat quietly, staring at him for a few moments, until I jumped off my bar stool, grabbed his hand, and pulled him towards the bank of elevators. My inner vixen was celebrating - Bella's gonna get her freak on!!
~*~ EPOV ~*~
What the fuck just happened? Not that I was complaining, but first she looked at me like she was going to vomit, then she rummaged through her bag, and finally got a wicked gleam in her eye and nearly dislocated my shoulder as she pulled me off my bar stool and toward the exit doors.
"Where are we going?" I asked, not sure if she had a room here in the hotel, or wanted to go back to her place.
"Your room. You are staying here, aren't you?"
I nodded fervently and pressed the elevator button about fifty million times in hopes the fucking thing would hurry up before she changed her mind. Or I changed my mind. I considered asking her about her rates for her services but the elevator doors opened and she pushed me inside as an elderly couple hobbled their way on before the doors shut. Bella squeezed my hand tightly and stared daggers at the backs of the senior citizens' heads, muted growls and grumbles spewing from her mouth.
Once they exited the lift on their floor, Bella pressed the button to close the doors and pushed me up against the wall, cupping her hand at the back of my head to force me to look down at her as she spoke.
"I know what you are and what we are going to do, so I don't want any lovey-dovey shit. I want it hot, fast, and raw. You will talk dirty and you will spank me. Got it?"
I would have agrued that I should be able to request my preferences since I was the one paying for her services, but I kept my mouth shut as the elevator doors chimed their arrival to my floor.
I staggered for a second as her words registered in my head. Jesus, this girl is a freak! It's going to cost me a small fortune. I hope she can take AmEx.
I squashed that thought and decided this was going to be the best fuck of my life, and I would fork over some of my trust fund if it meant things were about to get kinky up in here.
I lead her to my hotel room and fumbled with the key card a few times. She's bounced up and down on the balls of her feet next to me like she had to pee or something and mumbled for me to hurry up. Once I finally got the door open, I slammed it up against the wall and she ducked under my arm to walk in ahead of me. She stopped as she entered the living area and spun on her heel to return to me with a look of determination.
"I want the curtains open and the lights off."
"Uh, okay."
"And I want you to fuck me from behind over the back of that couch." She pointed to the leather sofa across from the picture window, and I continued to nod like a bobble-head doll.
I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her hard against my body. The collision of our torsos forced a rush of air to escape her lips, and I looked down into her brown eyes and saw the inferno burning behind them.
She wants me...and she wants me to go primal on her. Jesus, I think I'm in love.
I decided to tease her a bit, so I slowly brought my lips down towards hers and hovered for a second as I heard her breath hitch and then proceeded to lick the corner of her mouth, eliciting a smile from her.
"I told you, I didn't want any lovey-dovey stuff, Edward."
"Shhhh, Bella. I promise I will fuck you, exactly how you asked me to, but I really want to hear you beg for it."
She let out a tiny yelp at my words and her head fell backwards as she pushed her breasts harder into my chest. I continued my lingual assault on her chin and neck as my hands roamed farther down her body to cup her ass. As I delivered a gentle squeeze on her soft curves, she ground her body onto my straining erection.
"Oh God," she gasped, her eyes widening and her body stiffened.
I was a little surprised by her reaction and wasn't sure if she was having second thoughts about taking me on as a client for the evening. "Are you sure you want to do this with me?"
"Yes, I am sure, Edward...now I need this off!" She popped off all of the buttons from my shirt in her haste to remove it. I pulled the fabric down my arms and flung the garmet on the floor.
She began to pull at my belt, but I stopped her hands. "Not yet, Bella."
"Why not?"
Hell, she may dictate what happens while we are together, but I want to make her want me so badly, she begs.
"Because I want you to beg for it."
"Please, Edward...I want you."
"I know you do, Bella, but I need to hear you beg. Really beg."
I started to unbuckle my belt as she began to squirm up against the back of the sofa, rubbing her legs together to gain some friction. I grabbed her hips to still her movements, and she took that as a sign to wrap her legs around me, but I halted her advances by shaking my head.
"No Bella. You are not ready for me yet," I reprimanded.
"Yes, I am! I'm ready!" She pouted, continuing with her squirming.
"I'll be the judge of that," I purred as I nibbled on her earlobe and reached under the hem of her dress, surprised to find the center of her panties were damp. I didn't think hookers could get turned on so quickly. I shook off that last thought as I cupped her pussy with my hand, gently squeezing with my palm, and hummed my appreciation of her eagerness into her ear... but she's still hadn't truly begged.
I pulled the bottom of her dress and hoisted it over her head. I would have expected to see sexy lingerie, considering her profession, but instead she had on a mismatched beige bra with blue, cotton panties. Maybe the client she was supposed to meet earlier liked this kind of non-descript attire on his women. Personally, I didn't really care, although it would have been nice to see her in some black, lacy bra/thong combo.
I locked eyes with her, but she looked away as if she were shy or embarrassed - again, not a reaction I would have expected from an experienced escort. Maybe she's new to the business. My eyes traveled down to appraise her body and I noticed a sweet, innocent blush sprawled across her face and chest. That was enough to light a fire underneath me. I grabbed her head with one hand as I wrapped the other around her waist, pulling her to me as I pressed my lips to hers. I pulled back as the thought of whether I should be kissing a hooker entered my mind and moved on to safer territory. I began with her neck, tasting her skin from the base of her ear to the dip above her collarbone.
"I need this off!" I repeated her words as I reached my hands behind her back to unclasp her bra and tossed the offending item behind me towards the door.
I continued my assault on her body with my lips and tongue and sucked her right nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. She released a shuddering moan, and I squeezed and tugged on her left breast as I gently bit down on the right.
"Oh, fuck, Edward....please."
Closer, but still not. quite. there.
I switched sides and started to hum and groan with her left nipple between my lips. Her back arched off the back of the couch as her head reared back, her breathing getting heavier. I slowly slid my hands down to grip her hips as my mouth led a parade of hot, wet kisses between her breasts, over her stomach, and ultimately reaching her belly button. I dipped my tongue inside and surrounded the opening with my mouth. I created a little suction with my lips and continued with the humming as she started writhing her body wildly beneath me.
"Edw...Edward....please...."
By this point, she was bent backwards over the back of the couch, her head resting on the cushions of the sofa and her toes barely touching the floor. Her breathing had gotten more ragged, her moans growing slightly louder. My hands moved to slowly remove her panties as my lips roamed to the spot over her right hip bone. I left a wet kiss at the site and blew cool air over it. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling tightly in her quest to get me to concede, but I pressed my teeth on her skin and delivered a passionate nip.
"Unnggghhh! Pl-l-l-eeaasseee, Edward, fuuucckkk mmmeeee!!!"
Yes, now she's ready. I smugly smirked to myself. Quickly, I removed my jeans and boxer briefs, reaching for the condom in the pocket and unrolling it with lightning speed. I helped Bella up from the couch and turned her around, lifting her left knee to rest on the back of the couch while the other leg supported her weight on the floor. In one swift move, I thrust inside of her, and we both yelled out at the sensation.
I grasped her hips tightly and set a fast pace, pounding harder and deeper inside of her with each thrust. The crescendo of her moans and pleas jarred my memory of her telling me to talk dirty to her.
"Fuck, Bella, you're pussy is so hot and wet."
"YESSSS! MORE!"
"You feel so tight around my cock, Bella. I want to fuck you for hours!"
"Ohhhh God!"
I grabbed at her long, brown hair and wrapped my hand in it, giving a gentle yank to pull her head up. The sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoed through the room and I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. I looked down between us and noticed a freckle on her left ass cheek; I smacked it. Hard.
"Aaaahhhhh!!"
"Yeahhhh. You like to be spanked, don't you, you bad girl?" She didn't answer me, so I spanked her harder and tugged on her hair again.
"YEESSSS!!"
I smiled to myself, loving how this girl liked it rough. I looked up at the windows overlooking the strip and noticed a faint light from the foyer casting a silhouette reflection of us in the windows.
"Look at our reflection, Bella. Can you see me fucking this sweet pussy of yours?"
"Ohh shit, Ed...Edward, I'm...gonna....come!"
Suddenly, I felt her body spasm and clamp down on my dick, and the sensation sent my body into the vortex of orgasmic bliss. I laid spent, sweating, and panting on top of her body with my chest pressed against her back and my cock still inside her. I slowly withdrew from her and disposed of the condom in the garbage can by the desk in the corner of the room.
This was where I didn't think through this whole "hooker" thing. Was there a rule on "no intimacy" afterwards? Was she just going to get dressed and ask for her money so she could leave? I frowned at that thought, because for some reason I wanted her to stick around for a little bit. I liked hanging out with her down at the bar, and I could tell from our conversation that she was intelligent. I wouldn't be opposed to her to keeping me company for a while. Hell, maybe even spend the night with me, but I didn't know how much that oughta cost me. How much was Richard Gere charged in Pretty Woman?
I looked up at Bella as she scampered around the living area, attempting to find her clothes that I had haphazardly flung as I removed them from her body. She appeared to be having some sort of post-coital freak out, and I felt a little bad about her leaving right away.
"Bella?"
She whipped her head up to look at me as she reached for her bra by the coat closet door.
"I'm going to order some room service since I haven't eaten dinner yet - would you care to stay and join me?" I flashed her my most charming smile, and she stared at me like a deer in headlights. Surely, most clients wouldn't ask for her to stay for dinner.
"Um, well....I don't want to be a bother."
I scoffed at her worry and insisted she stay for dinner. She finally acquiesced, and I handed her the menu and told her to order me the Kobe burger and onion rings and get whatever she wanted for herself. She gave me a small smile and a nod and sat down at the desk to call in the order. I informed her that I was going to jump in the shower since our food wouldn't be delivered for another thirty minutes. She blushed and looked down at her feet as they shuffled across the carpet. She peered up at me through her lashes, and I felt my cock begin to harden again. This must be one of her hooker tricks - playing the shy little girl to get the men to give her what ever the fuck she wants - and I am just the sucker to fall for it.
"Can I join you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I hesitated for a brief second before I blurted out, "Of course!"
~*~*~*~
After a mutual hand-job session in the shower and a quick romp on the bathroom vanity, our food arrived and we settled onto the couch to watch a little TV as we ate our meal.
"I really had a great time with you tonight, Edward."
I turned to smile widely at the sincerity in her voice. "Me too."
And queue the post-coital awkwardness, again.
She fumbled with her hands and appeared reluctant to leave as she thanked me for dinner and stood, grabbing for her purse. Honestly, I felt reluctant for her to leave too. I had a great time with her this evening, and I didn't really want her to go. Maybe if I got the job I was interviewing for tomorrow, I could look her up again when I moved to Vegas. But what if I didn't get the job?
"Wait. Please, don't go."
She whirled around and looked at me like I'd grown a third eye. "What?"
Exhaling sharply, I confessed that I wanted her to stay the night with me. She shook her head and claimed she had meetings in the morning and should get home. I gently grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me, pleading with my eyes.
"I want you to stay with me tonight, Bella." Fuck, I had better call the bank and apply for a loan in the morning...this slumber party is going to cost me big time.
She agreed to stay with a slight giggle after I poured on some heavy pouting, lip protrusion, and sensual caresses over her breasts and ass.
We spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, complete with a heavy make-out session, until I pulled her into the bedroom with me. At first, she seemed hesitant to enter, but hell, after everything we'd done in the last few hours, sleeping in a bed together should have been the least of her worries. Of course, the fuck fest wasn't over, and we christened the bed twice before we fell asleep, completely spent and sated.
I woke up around seven thirty and rolled over to find Bella's side of the bed empty. I called out her name, thinking maybe she was in the living room, but there was no answer. I rolled out of bed, heading for the bathroom when I noticed a wad of cash and a note laying on her pillow. At first I thought maybe she reimbursed me for the meal we had delivered from room service, but on a second glance, I noticed there was eight hundred dollars.
What the fuck!?!?!
I looked down at the note, written on a piece of card stock:
Edward-
I've never been with a man like you before, it was a night I will never forget.
Thank you. I hope I left you enough. I never asked how much you charged.
Good luck at your meeting today. Call me next time you are in town.
Bella
A man like me?!
How much I charged?!
What the hell did she mean by that?
I flipped the card over and nearly shit myself:
Dr. Isabella Swan
Director of Medical Sales
Cullen Pharmaceuticals
Las Vegas, Nevada
(702) 555-7139
Damn.
