A/N: I was a little inspired by the famous Julia Roberts and Richard Gere movie, "Pretty Woman" to write this. It has a totally different plot line, just the same name and is very very AU and OOC for OUAT. There's no fairytale land and it takes place in Hollywood, just has the OUAT characters. I own absolutely nothing, I just hope you enjoy...Please review after and I'll know if I should continue or not. Let me know…
Chap 1
It was about eight o'clock in the morning in late July. The city had been crazy the past few weeks due to the tourists and family members visiting their relatives for Independence Day in the United States. Such a great holiday for vacation. No one was in school yet, the weather was gorgeous, and the business in the entertainment world was at its peak. Films were beginning to shoot and the television stars had their Summer break for a few months before starting their next season of their series. Everything seemed so fine and dandy, well at least for the ones whose dreams came true.
Maleficent slowly opened her eyes, looking around the hotel suite, forgetting where she was for a moment. She squinted her eyes and rubbed them before sitting up in the Posturpedic bed with feather pillows. She hummed, waking her voice up before she called out to the man who had brought her here in the first place. After clearing her throat she finally called out to him, "Mr. Gold?" She waited for the answer, annoyed that he had refused to give her his first name. Although, she sort of respected it as well. Being a prostitute, she never really had time for getting to know someone anyways, but seeing as he was her first customer to ever pay her to stay the night, she thought it would've been a bit essential.
Finally, after a few moments of silence, the wealthy man opened the door of the bathroom and walked out, still drying his hands on a small hotel towel. He gave her a genuine smile and she returned one to him as she clung the bed sheets to her bare body.
"I'll leave the money for you on the counter when I leave for work. There is some breakfast for you on the table. I took the liberty in ordering everything on the menu. I wasn't sure what you would like."
She smiled after peaking her head passed the doorway to the suite dining room and seeing the table full of platters. She definitely now knew that this was so worth three hundred dollars. "Do you have to leave so soon?" She wondered, actually wanting some company for breakfast.
"Yes. There's no such thing as too soon in the business world." He put the small towel down in a chair by the bathroom before slowly walking over to sit on her side of the bed. "How about this...I have a business dinner tonight, why don't you stay and hang out here for the day and I'll pick you up tonight and you can join me? I'll pay you double what I'm going to pay for last night." He saw that she was thinking about it and he turned to look at the risque dress he picked her up in the night before. "And I'll give you extra money to go out and buy an elegant dress for supper."
She tried her hardest not to show how much that enlightened her, but her mouth curled into the largest grin she had ever produced and her eyes lit up like the Fourth of July. "Where do you suggest I buy this new dress?"
"In Hollywood? Rodeo Drive." He smiled back. "Now, make sure you pick out a dress that won't," he paused, thinking of the best way to put this, "...make you stick out too much."
She laughed smugly and moved her head in to be centimeters from his face. "That's gonna cost you extra." She winked and he stood up, remembering her number one rule of no kissing on the lips.
"Well, Dearie. Here's the money for your dress. I'll pay you the rest after tonight." He grabbed his walking stick and headed for the door.
She waited until he was gone before staring at the money in her hands and hesitating before doing something she had always wanted to do. She suddenly threw the handful of cash in the air, letting it rain all over her and the bed as she screamed and yelled in extreme excitement.
After enjoying as much breakfast as she could fit in her often-not-fed-stomach, she put on the only clothes she had with her. A small crop top that showed her stomach, too tight to a rich person's liking and a pencil tight skirt that was so short her hands fell way past an acceptable dress code. She wore black knee-high stiletto boots that were beginning to fall apart and she put her long, straight, black wig on and looked in the mirror, annoyed at wearing it, but she decided it made her look less of a hooker...sort of and she headed for the lobby.
"Oh, Regina. Would you please show a little appreciation?"
The twenty year old annoyed girl with black hair as dark as night rolled her eyes at her mother and sighed as she crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway leading into the lobby of the hotel. "What is it I'm supposed to be appreciating?"
"The fact that your father and I went through these lengths to find the perfect husband for you." Cora justified her actions a bit.
"Mother, this isn't the eighteenth century. Arranged marriages have been out of style for thousands of years."
"Now, listen to me." The frustrated mother grabbed her daughter's wrist and whispered, hoping none of the other rich people would hear them. "Your behavior has been appalling and you're lucky enough to have a father who defends your every move, but if you don't shape up, I may have to be forced to something drastic. Now fix your posture, your father is coming." Cora Mills let go of her youngest daughter's wrist and fixed her own posture as she sent her dear husband a smile when he walked toward them from the reception desk. Regina just stared at her mother in disbelief as he reached them.
"Here's the room key. You two can get settled in and we can meet right here tonight before dinner." Henry smiled at his wife and only daughter.
"Oh, Dear? Do you have to leave now? You can't even come up to the room with us for ten minutes?" Cora wondered, a little sadly. He was always so busy it drove her mad, which drove her daughter to be so ungrateful to anything she did for her.
"I'm sorry, Cora hon. I can't. This is very important business propaganda." He kissed her on the cheek and then turned to Regina. "I'll see you tonight, my Darling." He smiled, causing her to weakly grin back as he gently hugged her and kissed her on the forehead.
"Goodbye, Daddy. And good luck." She lovingly watched her father go, wishing she didn't have to stay alone with her mother. Today would be truly boring, horrific, and filled with many criticisms from her demanding mother.
She and Cora began to walk to the elevators when she noticed that several of the already stuck up people walked by them, looking even more snooty than ever just as they turned a corner. She could tell, growing up around people like this her whole life, that it was due to a certain person or thing that they had seen that wasn't high enough to fit their wealthy standards. As soon as they turned the corner, they saw the tall, skinny woman leaning against the wall by the elevators, most of her skin showing.
Regina didn't know what it was, but seeing the looks she gave right back to the others as they sneered at her walking by sort of lifted her spirits a bit. She looked at her up and down and she found herself staring.
"Something bothering you, Dear?" The strange, and obvious hooker, rudely asked the young girl as she noticed the gazing, rich, spoiled rotten "teenager."
"Keep walking, Regina." Cora stuck her nose in the air, grabbing her daughter and pulling her into an elevator before she could speak for herself. "You don't have to speak to HER." The snobby Mills wife pushed a button to the second to last floor and the elevator doors closed as Regina kept her eyes on that interesting, colorful woman.
