Author's Notes: Yet another fill for the LiveJournal Kink Meme. This time the prompt called for a drunken Neapolitan, with flashbacks of sex. I decided to spin it a little, and make it AU. I'd figured lots and lots of twists on the original could be included. The first part's a little short but we'll get to the good stuff soon.

Title taken from Blondie's "Call Me".

Disclaimer: Erm, it's an AU. Self-explanatory.


"Call Me" [AU]

"Gah...uhh," as the light shined upon her eyes, Lightning was in no mood to get up and start the day. Five more minutes, as she reached for the snooze button...that was fleshy. Just what was going on? Squinting her eyes, Lightning tried to focus her eyes from the ray's glares, and she chanced upon a familiar face. Her body was draped over hers, black strands of hair tickling her cheeks, bare breasts pressing into hers, effectively ruining whatever good morning she would have.

Well, that did not go as planned. She was supposed to be in her own apartment, getting ready for her job as a dentist's assistant. Not here...with her client, and wait, where was the other one?

"Oh shit," she muttered, as she gently rolled the woman onto her back, and made a grab for the scattered clothes in the room. Her thighs were sore, back still aching as her feet touched the carpet. Looked like a hurricane came across, she thought, as she put on the black lace panties, before searching for that little black dress of hers, bra halfway on her body.

Nope, not how she imagined her life turning out like this.

Claire Farron, 21 years of age, dentist assistant by day...then as a high-end escort by night. Escorts weren't even supposed to have sex with their clients, but she had been desperate. Her meager salary from her dayjob wasn't enough to supplant the incoming tuition fee for Serah, her sister. She just had been accepted into Eden University, the most prestigious in the town, only with partial grants. It still wasn't enough to cover the costs of dorming and textbooks, not including their current bills. Since Claire herself was a high school dropout, there were limited job opportunities for her.

What was worse was that the inheritance money from her parents' deaths ran out a few months ago, so they were getting strapped for cash. But it was Serah's dream school and she would do anything to make Serah happy. Claire decided to escort a few times a week, under Mama Lebreau's elite club. Most of her clients included the rich and famous, so quick cash were to be had there; they couldn't even know the real identites of their clients and vice versa. Thus "Lady Lightning" was born, rising quickly to be one of the more requested...entertainers. Some propositioned her, but she was adamant and would refuse her services. She was an escort, not a hooker, and she would have her dignity intact.

Until they came along, and offered her something she just couldn't resist. Now where the hell was her dress?

"Why, don't you look like a ball of sunshine? I've heard about you."

"Not that I should be judging, but you're a woman."

"The female body is aesthetically pleasing, and you're no exception." She looked at her up and down, a noise coming out strangled in her throat.

"Actually, I'd say you're the embodiment of what we like."

Aw, fuck. Her head was still reeling from the alcohol last night. The sun wasn't helping. And...well she finally found that dress.

"Hey, are you going so soon?"

Ahh, her other client...was in only the pinkest, fluffiest apron known to mankind. Lightning was sure there were cats with masks on the front. How cute. Nobody would imagine she was the ringleader of anything sinister. And she was only dressed in the apron, barely covering her feminine bits.

...Fuck no. She didn't have...a threesome last night. Did she? Well fal'Cie be damned, she was desperate and slutty.

"I like her, Fang. She'll definitely do."

"Do what?"

"Sunshine, we have an offer...see, we're married but we would like a fuck buddy."