Pretty Woman

A/N: So this is my first attempt at any kind of fanfic. I hit on this idea of a Spashley meets Pretty Woman style story, so thought I'd give it a go. You'll notice a lot of the dialogue has been plucked out of the film, but there are some changes and condensing in places too. Just so you know, even though Arthur and Spencer are in this, Arthur is of no actual relation to Spencer in this story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of SoN or Pretty Woman all credit goes to their creators. I promise I'll put the characters back once I'm done playing with them.

Summary: Ashley is a rich and famous rock star. She travels back home to Los Angeles to record a new album and just happens to hire a prostitute called Spencer. They take a liking to each other and Ashley offers Spencer money if she'll stay with her for an entire week while she makes her album and does the whole the "rich and famous" promotion scene.

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1.

"Have you seen Ashley?"

"No, I haven't. Great party, Aiden!" called a random party goer.

"My wife went to a lot of trouble; she called a caterer."

"Excuse me, Chelsea, Boz, how are you guys?"

"Aiden! Good, thanks."

"Hey, I understand Ashley's making a new album!" asked Chelsea

"Yeah, well, she's not back home just to get a suntan. I don't suppose you've seen the guest of honour?"

"You know Ashley! She's probably off in a corner somewhere charming a very pretty lady," suggested Boz.

A few moments later…

"Yo Aiden, I'm outta here!"

"Ashley, wait up! Where are you going? This is your party."

"I know and thank you, but seriously I'm beat, I'm heading to my hotel, I need some sleep, it's going to be a long day tomorrow."

"Well ok, just be careful."

Ashley ran out of the party, keys in hand and hopped into her Porsche. She revved her engine, before zooming out of the driveway, leaving a cloud of dust in her wake, making her way down the suburban roads to the moonlit streets of LA. Despite her living in LA for the best part of her 21years, she still gets confused by all the streets and manages to take a wrong turn and ends up lost down an alley!

"Hey, excuse me! I don't suppose you know the way to the Regent Beverly Wilshire do you?"

A tall blonde woman, clad in knee high patent leather boots and a tight blue skinny dress that left nothing to the imagination, wonders over to Ashley's car window. "Well hey there gorgeous. I might know the way… but it's gonna cost ya $5 and a ride in that car of yours".

Ashley's aware the woman she's attracted the attention of is a hooker, but as she looks up into the mysterious blondes eyes, she couldn't get over the breathtaking beauty of the azure pools she sees and readily accepted the deal. "Sure… get in."

"Yo, Maddie! I'll see you later" hollers the blonde as she's getting in the Porsche.

"Woohoo, go chica", shouts Madison, sending a wink her way.

Ashley turns to the blonde, now riding shotgun in her Porsche, "So what's your name?"

"What do you want it to be?" The blonde replies seductively

Ashley just raises her eyebrows like she's not impressed with the obvious come on.

"Spencer…. My name is Spencer"

"Well it's very nice of you to help me out tonight Spencer. I'm Ashley."

"Ashley? What, like THE Ashley, as in Ashley Davies, famous rock star?"

"The one and only"

"Wow! Hell, if I'd realised that earlier, I'd have asked for more than $5".

"In all honesty, I'd have paid more than $5. So tell me Spencer, what kind of… what kind of money you girls make these days... ballpark?"

"Can't take less than $100"

"A hundred dollars a night?!"

"No, for an hour."

"An hour! You make $100 an hour and you got a safety pin holding your boot up? You gotta be joking?"

"I never joke about money."

They chat amicably for the rest of the drive, pulling up outside The Beverly Wilshire 5 minutes later. Ashley steps out and hands her keys to the parking attendant, while Spencer hovers behind her, before saying "Well thanks for the ride… I'll just uh… catch the bus back to my 'office' with that $5."

"Spencer, wait…" Ashley wasn't sure she could just let this blonde beauty walk away from her just yet. She didn't really want a meaningless night with her, but definitely wanted to learn more about this woman who had ended up working the streets… "You said $100 for an hour right? Well if you don't have anything to get back to just yet, I'd love for you to keep me company?"

"You got it!" replied Spencer, eager to get to spend more time with the gorgeous rock star Ashley Davies!

"Why don't you slip this on?" Ashley suggests, handing Spencer her jacket.

"Why?" Frowned Spencer

"Well… while my reputation isn't exactly squeaky clean, this isn't the sort of hotel that rents rooms out by the hour"

Spencer dons the jacket in acceptance and follows Ashley into the hotel.

"Ah Ms Davies! Good evening! How are you today?"

"Good, thank you. Any messages?" Ashley asked.

"No messages Ms. However here is your keycard, the penthouse suite is all ready for you at your request, can we send anything up for you?"

"Yes… champagne and strawberries please"

"Daniel… room service for Ms. Davies please"

"Thank you".

Ashley smiled and nodded her goodbyes to the receptionist, and she and Spencer followed the bell boy to the lift and up to the penthouse suite, handing him a $20 as he deposited the luggage in their room.