A/N:
Disclaimer: the story is as mine as the title... yep. it's true.... i own nothing of either of them. props to namariel's story for planting the green eyed monster of prostitution in my head.
after i started reading Sin City by Namariel (Go check it out. it's amazing!!!) i started to wonder what would it be like if Bella and Edward had met like that. i don't think there will be a lot of angst in this story. i'm to preppy for that. but so far i can't see how this topic will be happy. it's a tragedy because there'll be a character death. it won't be our beloved E&B, but someone will die. (buahahahaha) i have never even atempted to write a lemon. so forgive the non-sexiness of mine when they come up.
Chapter 1: Where are you taking me, papi?
"Whores are the daughters of the devil that make us reach incredible pleasures in a bed." My friend ranted as we drove down the dark streets of the suburbs of Miami. Emmett was partly catholic, and the fact that he so openly spoke of his 'pleasures' made me roll my eyes. "Hey, don't look at me like that. You're no one to talk. Thanks to guys like me, guys like you make money." I had to give it to him then.
I was a pimp.
A pimp that right now was in need of two whores, because two of my best girls were stolen by some motherfucker. When I get that bitch of him I'll-…
I couldn't finish the thought. Emmett stopped suddenly and turned to me.
"Let's check this place out. I've never been here."
I rolled down the window and a voluptuous man? Woman? Came forward. I gagged. "This is not it Emmet, I want quality."
"Hey, let's just hear him/her out. She may know of someone."
The thing on heels leaned on the window and started ranting off her menu of the night.
"A French blow is fifty bucks." He/she started with a weird accent, "a Turkish fuck is seventy, an hour a la Cubana is one hundred, if you like it in your ass or with a dildo it'll be one fifty, and a scene with us three and both of you is three hundred. What do you want, baby?"
Emmett started laughing at my face. "Look man, I said to him/her, I have customers that I could direct to you, but don't pull that shit on me. I ain't buying nothing from you. I need to know where I can get someone to make a deal with."
"You're a whoreless pimp?" he said laughing in its normal voice. "Well you shouldn't be so picky then. You could represent us." He said twirling, "right girls?" he asked to the other two standing behind.
"I'm looking for girls, no offence. Who do you know around here?"
"First baby, you've got to be new to the city cuz you are in the wrong side of town. Second, if you do find and 'girls' around, I am sure they're not the kind that you sell." She said looking pointedly at my clothes and the car.
"Hey, hey." Emmett interrupted, "the customer don't need to know when we got them from. After a good cleaning any chica is a good as the rest."
"Putas are just Putas. Is that what you're sayin'?" he asked placing a hand on his hips.
"Now, now. Don't put words in my mouth." Emmett defended, "I'm just sayin' they can learn."
"And they won't ask for much seeing as where they came from." I said waving my hand around.
"I see what you mean. But I ain't telling nothing. We have a deal the girls and us. We don't mess or help each other's business. So good luck. You still have a chance to have a go with me…" he trailed of and his hand went under his mini skirt. "You can't say no until you try it." he said with a wink.
"Em, let's get the fuck outta here." I told him and he pressed on the gas. I was gonna fucking kill him for that.
"You ain't that funny, you know? Why don't you just take me where you get your lay? I bet I can give them girls a better deal than their guy is giving them now. My clientele is very different."
"It's no different." He said sternly. I had hit a nerve. "Just 'cause you gave it pretty name doesn't mean they are any different. And I can't steal girls from my compadre. I have my word."
"Whatever. Let's keep looking." I said glaring out the window. Emmett always kept his word, and in this fucked up world we lived in that was something that should be recognized.
We gave up later on that night. I had nothing fresh for my client tomorrow. He'll have to do with any of the girls I had available. My business worked different. I had my girls in a house and clean. They had no problem with the police and were all legal. They got paid per night, not hour. The client took them out when they had a business partner or someone to impress. Even some companies searched me when they wanted to secure a deal. The girls sometimes decided to go out by themselves and make something extra, but it was their responsibility then, and they had to be available if I called them with a 'rush' order.
Two days later I was trying something different. It was a club this time. It wasn't a high class one, 'cause I didn't want to have to deal with a high maintenance whore or one that thought too much of herself. I needed someone that wanted money fast, and that wouldn't give me too much crap. I had enough as it was.
I looked around and saw a girl sitting at the bar staring at her drink. She didn't even touch it. Her head was bowed and her hands were on her lap. Despite her conservative posture I could just see it in her face. She was of this world. The toned legs and short skirt, the too tight top and extra make-up. she had a good body, and wasn't a Latina for the looks of it.
I also recognized her look. She had been stood up tonight. Her guy wasn't gonna be happy about it.
I walked towards her with a fresh drink.
"Here," I told her passing it to her, "you look like you need it." she looked up and her eyes lit up with hope. Too bad I had to turn it down. Don't get me wrong, I try the merchandise every time. Some times more often than others. I can't have some frigid bitch and get a complaint. The word spreads fast.
In her case I couldn't cause the moment I looked at her the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Her eyes were deep chocolate pools. The smooth skin of her neck was displayed at my mercy and I had to hold my hand back down.
'The worst punishment for a pimp is to fall in love with a whore.' My 'mentor's' words came back to me and I cursed the moment I had walked up to her. She was younger than me, but I couldn't tell very well because of the dark make-up.
"Thanks," she said smiling and moved closer to me. She was trying to brush her perky breast along my arm. I moved it back and sat on the stool next to her. "Are you here alone?" she asked looking around.
She was a newbie. Straight to the point. This would have been too easy, but I couldn't do it. Asking her into the deal would be trouble seeing as it was trouble to just sit here by her side.
"I am, but I am fine that way." I told her staring at her eyes so she could see I wasn't buying her game.
"oh." She sighed disappointed and took the drink I had offered. "A toast?" she asked me and I shrugged.
"What are we toasting to?" I asked her lifting my shot.
"miracles." She said and didn't wait do take drain the cup. She closed her eyes and rested the bottom of her cup on the top of her breast.
I couldn't stop my eyes from following it and she smirked. I cleared my throat, "why miracles?"
"It's the only thing that is gonna save me tonight." She said after a moment looking away.
"What's your name?" I asked her.
"Susanna" she replied and nodded towards me.
I could have used any of the names I had for this kind of things. (For the love of god, I even had customers that didn't know what I looked like.) But something inside me shut off and I blurted it out. "Edward."
"Not Eduardo?" she asked surprised, "I like it. It's been some time since I last heard that name." she said twirling a lock of her silky mahogany hair with her fingers. I felt drawn to it and started reaching to take it from her hand, smell it; to play with it myself while I gazed into her endless eyes.
"You didn't look like you were having fun before. Why are you still here? I would have gone home by now."
"Why didn't you?" she snapped and I was taken aback. She has to work on her attitude. 'The customer is always right'. Didn't they teach her that?
"I wasn't bored." I stated simply. "Now it's your turn."
"I'm waiting for someone." She said. Your 'boss' I added in my mind.
"I see. It's kinda late to start a date. Maybe something urgent came up?" I asked still playing dumb.
"It's not that late yet, and it's not a date." She clarified. "It's more like a meeting."
"A blind date?"
"A business meeting." She told me annoyed with having to explain so much.
"I see." We both went back to our drinks and I was about to continue the conversation when someone cleared his voice behind us.
Her head snapped back and fear clouded her eyes. Then determination. "You're early." She told the guy. He had dirty blonde hair and crystal clear blue eyes.
"I figured at this time things wouldn't change much. But I may have been mistaken." He said and shot me a quick glance.
"I better leave you to yourselves. I wouldn't want to intrude." I said standing up. "A pleasure meeting you Susan." I said her name wrong and kissed her hand. She blushed shyly and I was taken aback. A shy whore? That one was a new one.
"You're not intruding. I think I am the one that is." The guy said quickly.
"Non-sense. Susan told me she was waiting for someone."
"Susanna." She finally corrected me and I smiled inwardly. She had to fix that stubbornness.
"She did?" he asked looking back at her and I realized my mistake when I saw more fear in her eyes. "Well then. It was a pleasure meeting you…? I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." he said and I spoke before Susanna did, "I didn't tell you." I smiled to him. He looked perplexed but I didn't want this creep tracing me or anything.
"I'll leave you two to your night." I said and went back to the dark corner I had been sitting. I knew they couldn't see me from where they were and I wanted to see how it played out.
I should have left. As a matter of fact I should have turned around and walked away the moment she met my gaze, but something held me in place and I couldn't move my eyes away from the scene. I had a feeling that I knew what was coming up. But I didn't want to lose my faith in society just yet.
The guy sat on my stool and took her drink. Strike one.
He turned to her and started speaking. She shook her bowed head and kept her gaze down.
He shook her up and started saying something louder (Strike two), but I still couldn't catch it. I had an idea of what it was.
I could read on his lips his next phrase. Let's go. She sighed and tried to finish her drink, but he was having none of that. He pulled her by her am and she almost fell to her knees on her 'fuck me' heels. (Strike Fucking Three)
They started leaving and I couldn't stop myself from following. I had the feeling that she was going to need someone to defend her from his beating pronto. I should have just given her some money. I was sure she wasn't going to ask for much, and it couldn't hurt me.
He kept pulling her until they were out the narrow door. She was tripping all the way there and I was clenching my fists every time he pulled her up harshly. I could see her glistening knees. She would have marks. Her pale and soft skin marked easily and she didn't have the money to take care of her injuries for sure.
The noise of the club fell behind and I walked silently behind them. What was I even doing? I should have turned around and walked to my car. Whores got beaten up all the time. It was part of the routine of a bad night. I was thinking all of this but I kept walking wherever they went.
Twenty meters ahead she fell again, but this time made no move to get up. My red hazed vision then reached my other senses and I tasted metallic in my mouth. My blood pumping with the adrenaline rush. I ran towards them and saw him kick her twice: oh, hell no!
"Get up!" he growled at her. "What are you fucking tired of? You did nothing all night long."
I saw more than heard her gasp for air. And I was by their side then.
"Is everything okay?" I asked him looking down at Susanna.
"Everything is just great, except the fact that I'm gonna fucking kill this bitch." And he tried to take another blow at her.
"I think she's had enough." I told him sternly pushing him back.
"What the fuck do you know about what she's had?" he asked eyeing me up and down. "This bitch owes me money and I ain't buying her lies no more. I want it now, you heard me?!" He shouted at her and I couldn't stop the punch to knocked him out.
At the same time I heard her cry, "No!" and grabbed onto my leg. I looked down at her. Her face was bruised. Blood ran down her chin from her nose. Make-up from her eyes smeared all over her cheek.
My anger grew at the asshole that did it do her, and I looked at her with an eyebrow raised, "Excuse me?" I asked incredulous. I was helping her. Was this some kind of foreplay for them? As far as I knew the guy was going to kill her if she didn't give him the money, and it looked like she didn't have it.
"He'll get back at me later for it." she pleaded gasping for air and clutching her midsection. I felt my eyes grow cold and I looked back at the animal. "He would, wouldn't he?" I said rhetorically and kicked him harder.
"Stop, please. He'll make me pay more." She begged and I had to obey.
"Get up." I said pulling her up. She winced and almost fell again when her ankle gave out. "Is it broken?" I asked looking nervously at the guy. If we hurried we could make it to my car and out of there before he woke up and made me hit him until I killed the motherfucker. I was surprised the bouncers of the club hadn't come see what was going on, but I guessed that as long as it wasn't happening inside they gave two shits about who killed who out here.
Susanna saw me looking back and sighed. "Don't bother worrying. They won't come. James bought them out."
"Who?"
"him." She said pointing with her chin. I now held all of her weight and started to bend to pick her up.
"Don't." she told me pushing me away. "You better get the hell away before James wakes up."
"I don't think he is a match for me." I smirked at her and picked her up. The movement wiggled her foot and she winced again. "Sorry." I apologized and started walking back to my car.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked alarmed. Did she think I was going to take advantage of her now that she was hurt when I didn't want her services before?
"We're going to a hospital. Somebody needs to take a look at your ankle."
"No! Put me down!" she started moving trying to get out of my grasp but I was having none of that.
"Stop moving. You'll hurt yourself." I said holding her legs tightly and trying to ignore the thought of having them wrapped around my waist as I made her mine right here in the car.
"I have to get moving if I want to be able to ever hurt myself. James is going to kill me when he finds me." She said still moving.
I got to my car and balanced her against it so I could open my door. "How much do you owe the prick?" I asked her. It would save me more time to just pay him off, and maybe he wouldn't go back and hurt her once I was gone.
-Then don't leave her.
The thought crossed my mind before I had time to stop it. I had to stop. It would do no good to bring her into the business if I was this attracted to her.
She hadn't answered my question yet and I was still waiting as I placed her inside.
"Ten grand." She finally whispered and I couldn't control my shocked expression.
"Shit, Susanna. How did you end up owing him that much? Are you hooked on something?" using drugs wasn't something odd in her profession. I certainly would use them if I had to fuck the creeps that the girls had to work for. As long as they weren't too hooked on them I didn't care what they took. 'Whatever gets them through' was my motto.
I started driving and she shot up on her seat. "Where are you taking me?" she asked and started to try and get her seatbelt open.
"Calm down, I'm taking you to a hospital."
"No! They'll call my house!" she said alarmed.
"You don't have to tell them how you got injured."
"My dad doesn't know I was outside tonight. He'll kill me if he finds out I sneaked out." Typical. I thought. Rebellious daughter. I would kill mine if I caught her doing this.
I was a hypocrite. I know. I had no rights to have a daughter seeing how many of them I helped to rip their innocence from. I also went to church and prayed to cleanse my sins, but that was because of my father. I had to do something to make me feel less of a monster.
"What about your mother? Do you have any friends?"
"My mom knows, but she isn't in the city right now. I can't take you to the girls' house. None of their parents know." she sighed. There was something she wasn't telling me. I could feel it. As hard as it was for me to figure it out what she was thinking, I could tell that she couldn't lie to save herself.
"How old are you? It'd be much easier to just move in with your friends. I'm sure that between all of you it's be enough to afford the rent of a small place." I didn't know why I was giving her advice to keep doing what she was doing. If I had any soul I would tell her to run away from that life; that she could do much better; but I didn't.
"I'm not going to the hospital." She set her foot down.
"Why are you so stubborn?"
"Why do you care?"
"I DON'T! But the least you could do is thank God that someone is trying to help."
"So you do care…"
"No... Yes… I don't know." I said raking my hand through my hair.
"Don't take me to a hospital." She pleaded.
"fine." I said making a U turn and going in the direction of my house.
"Where are you taking me?" we were back on square one.
"Are you scared that I'll drop you off at the club?"
"No." she defended immediately. She was valiant, I'll give her that.
"Well, then what are you afraid of?"
"I am not going with a stranger anywhere."
"Seriously?" I laughed, "I thought that'd be your main goal for tonight."
"Pull over."
"No."
She finally got her door open but her seatbelt was secure around her torso.
"Shit, woman! Are you crazy?!" I screamed slowing down and pulling up at the side of the road.
"No, but it worked." She said smugly, and I had never seen a woman look as beautiful as she did the moment she smiled.
"Fine, where can I take you? You need to rest and get that ankle looked at."
She thought for a minute and the winner side of her internal battle made her even more nervous.
"Turn left on the next street light."
"Where are you taking me?" I mocked. She glared at me and I went back to driving with a smile that couldn't wipe off.
"Now what?" I asked as I made the turn.
"Keep driving straight. I'm sure your kind has never seen this side of the city."
"My kind? What makes me any different than you?" aside from the fact that I am a little on the food chain in this business. I added mentally.
"How many times have you been around here?" she asked waving her arm around.
She was right. I had never seen this side of the city.
"Pull over here. On the left." She said after a few minutes and I looked at the surroundings. The houses, if you could call them that, were of dark colours, and they were fading. They had been divided Water dripped and leaked and made pools of waste along the sidewalk. It'd be safer to walk on the middle of the street and risk being run over than to step on the sidewalk.
Her bruised face and dirty clothes now matched the scene. Yet I still looked at her and saw an angel. Innocence, a pure soul.
"Who lives here?" I asked when I opened her door.
"No one. It's just a place we hide in."
"Does your friend know about this place?" I asked lifting her in my arms.
"Yes," she sighed.
"Then you're not truly hiding here."
"You now know about this place." She pointed out.
"You don't owe me ten grand."
"If you're gonna rub my problems on my face I'd rather you leave me right here."
"I'm sorry. Where do I take you?"
"Number 512." She said and rested her head on my chest. The smell of strawberries and spring filled my senses. My eyes closed involuntarily and I held her tighter.
"I can't see the numbers." I said as I snapped out of my daze.
"The fourth one from the corner."
I counted the houses and started walking towards the right one. As I stepped onto the porch she spoke again.
"Go through the back. There are stairs."
She lived on the attic of this falling apart house? If the outside gave any clues as to what lied within I had no interest in walking inside.
The 'stairs' were like those of fire emergency exits, but with a few steps missing.
"Are you sure this'll hold my weight." I asked giving the stairs a look.
"You know what, put me down. I can take it from here." She said and started pushing my chest. I lowered her but I had no intention of letting go. I only wanted to prove her wrong. As her foot touched the ground she winced and brought it back up immediately.
"You can barely take a step. What makes you think you'll be able to make it up the stairs."
"Then finish what you started and don't comment on my place. It's better than any other options you've given me."
"I beg to differ. Any hospital would be better than this."
"Any hospital would send me packing once I told them I had no insurance, a method of payment that is illegal in 53 states or no one to call in case of an emergency." She said mortified and I felt worse.
"I thought you said you lived with your father."
"That, too. If they call him and he checks my bedroom I am dead." She said with a shudder but didn't seem so afraid.
She opened the door with a push and I stepped in. there was no light inside and I couldn't see much. The smell of sex, sweat and money made my stomach turn. Subtly I leaned closer to Susanna's hair and took a deep breath.
She reached to one side and grabbed something from a shelf I hadn't seen. From her purse she took a lighter and lit what seemed to be a candle.
"Electricity is too expensive to pay…" she explained.
She led me to a sofa-bed that smelled old and rancid. I set her down and kept looking for more candles. After I had lit about seven or eight of those I saw her sit up and thro her shoes underneath the furniture. I saw her face again. Now freer of the makeup since it had been left on my shirt.
-Very pretty, the bitch. The pimp voice inside me complimented with a gleam in its eyes.
-She is much younger than you, the human voice sighed. Much younger. A girl. Almost a child.
"My ankle is much better now." she said testing it.
She went to a corner that was covered by a curtain. The washroom? I guessed. I heard water run and she came back out a few minutes later.
Her face now resembled that on an angel. Her lashes were still dark and long. They weren't fake.
"Would a fuck be enough?" she asked and I was taken aback by her bluntness. She was already taking her clothes off.
"Enough? For what?" I said half distracter by her breasts. My breathing picking up.
"To thank you." She said with a roll of her eyes as if that was the obvious explanation, "No one would have stopped him. No one did any of the other times."
"Can you answer some of my questions instead?"
"No."
"That'd be the best way to thank me."
She sighed and looked at the ceiling. "Only some of the questions, and if you promise we can fuck afterwards."
I changed the topic.
"Was he your boyfriend?" too, I wanted to add.
"No. I don't have one." She said and pushed me back until I sat on the bed. "That was my pimp. And you know that."
"I was going for wishful thinking. How old are you?"
"Are you a police officer?"
"You don't even seem legal yet. I bet your tits hurt more when kicked than your midsection did." I said pointing at them and forced my eyes to go back up.
"I'm 18." She sighed. Technically I'm legal. She answered and straddled me. I took and sharp inhale when I felt her scorching hot sex pressed against my erection. My jeans constricting and almost hurting.
"Why do you do it?" I asked, I should have asked 'why aren't you in school', but this is the kind of sick bastard that I am.
"Some people are lucky and are born with money. Some are less lucky and their parents make enough money. Some people are like me: their parent's don't make money, their parents are rarely home and were a failure at everything they ever tried." She said opening slowly the buttons of my shirt. When she was done I lost my track of thought and couldn't remember the next question I was about to ask.
Then her mouth was on me, on my chest. Exploring. Searching every inch of it and my hands went straight to her waist to press her harder.
I could feel her mouth, one lip hotter than the other because of the wound there. It went all the way down to my abs and the feeling straight to my groin. I was so lost in the feeling I hadn't noticed her scolding sex had lifter from my hard on.
Her hands fiddled with the button and zipper of my jeans while her mouth teased with open kisses my navel. I clenched my teeth and begged not to blow my load right there. Then I was free. My jeans were open and down my legs with my boxers. I hadn't realized my hips had been moving on their own and she used that to lower them.
-She may be a newbie, but she has talent. The pimp rubbed his hands together.
-She was taught to fuck, the human said, her first time was probably the most she ever -made in this business.
-Just imagine how much she could make with your clients. The devil countered.
-Can you imagine someone else touching her like this? The angel said and the Devil flipped him off and disappeared.
She was fucking pumping me, was she serious?! Then I realized she must be sore as hell and in no condition to be taken right now.
"I better go." I grunted out with my knuckles white with the effort to keep my hands to myself.
"Why don't you just come?" she asked with a sultry voice and I moaned.
"Susanna, stop." I gasped and tried to take hold of her hands.
She gave up and we both sighed. Me with relieve and her with sadness.
"Is that what you really want?" She said looking up at me through her lashes from between my legs. FUUUUCK. That would have worked perfectly with anybody that had no sense of self-preservation or a packed wallet. Because what I wanted was to flip her over, kiss her senseless and fuck her until she forgot her own name and could only remember mine.
"We can't do this right now."
"Why don't you want me?"
"Believe me," I said nodding to my erection. "We both want you."
"Then what's the problem?"
"You're hurt, and tired. I promise to come back in the morning to check on you."
"It's almost the morning." She pointed out. "Don't leave."
She sounded so broken and alone that I pulled her naked body up and held her to me.
I couldn't promise her I wouldn't leave, but I could stay for now.
"Why don't you rest for a while?" I said finally giving in and touching her hair. I leaned us back and kept her resting on my chest.
I took a deep breath and tried to think of the theory of relatively to calm myself down.
Her scent and the one of her sex was everywhere and it wasn't helping my situation. I decided to give up and let the blood return to my brain when it realized he wasn't getting any tonight.
A/N:
DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE IS A BUTTON RIGHT DOWN THERE WHERE YOU CAN TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS? YOU DIDN'T KNOW?
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