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Catherine

Ding!

The elevator stopped at 20th floor. My heart is in my throat. "I can do this." I chant the words in my head. I will get over this. It's just a couple of hours then I will leave. I looked at the paper that my friend Tess gave to me. The room is at the end of the hall. I noticed that there is only three doors so they are probably penthouse. I sucked a deep breath as I saw the room number. My palms are wet from sweating. I wiped them on my skirt. Tess advised me that I should wear skirt. That I should make myself look sexy and seductive. I am totally the opposite but tonight I make an effort to look that way. My skirt is just enough to cover my butt and my blouse is loose, my cleavage is almost obvious. I cover myself in a coat which is still appropriate in the spring weather. I took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell. I held my breath. Tess already warned me that this client is a handsome human being but I can't help but feel worried. His look on my naive mind is big dirty old man. I shake my head on that thought.

After a few seconds of not breathing, the door swung open revealing a very good handsome man I've ever seen in my life. I release a slow heavy sigh of relief but that doesn't mean the nervousness I felt has fade away. He offer me his hand and pull me inside. The electricity jolted through my body as I touched his callous hand. I refuse to look at him because I don't want him to see me blushing from his touch. I feel his eyes on me, roaming around my body.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked. His voice so rough and deep. I wanted to look at his face clearly but I keep hiding my face from him. I don't want him memorize my face.

"No. Let's get over this."

I heard him chuckle. I realize that he's still holding my hand.

"Are you in a hurry Miss?" He asked, amused.

I nod. I wanted to get the hell out of here. I wanted to finish what I started before I bolted out and change my mind.

He led me to his bedroom. I didn't get the chance to scan his house. All I know is that I see a lot of white. We pass the breakfast bar on the left then we turn right leading to a small hallway where his bedroom is located. The room is spacious but I suddenly felt out of air when I saw his bed. I consciously bite my lip, aware that in any minute now I would be lying there, naked. I felt my cheeks burn.

"Can you turn the lights off?"

"Why?"

I wanted to say how awkward I look like if he saw me just my underwear but I kept my mouth shut. Instead I answered him "Because I like dark room." I peak at him under my eyelashes and saw his mouth curve upward.

"Can I used the bathroom first?" I asked without looking at him.

"Of course. Would you like me to accompany you?"

"No. I'm fine."

"That door on the left."

I walked briskly. Panting, I put my hands on the sink and looked myself in the mirror. The woman who is staring back at me is pale, with big green eyes with bags surrounded it from lack of sleep. Her face is tired and defeated, stress clearly visible on the lines between her foreheads. Tears started to form on my eyes as I stare at my reflections. Ever since my mother died 10 years ago my life turn upside down. Now I'm doing this to save my deceased father. I don't have any more chances and this man is my only option. I took a deep breath before I remove my coat.

I peek out on the door to see that the room is already dark. The only light illuminating the room was the light from the moon coming from the window above his bed. I saw him sitting on the bed, waiting for me.

"It's just a sex Cat. You don't have to memorize anything. Just go with the flow."

Tess word is stuck in my head, reminding myself that I should get it done fast. The faster I get naked the better. I remove my clothes one by one as I walked toward him in the best sexy way I can. I am thankful that the lights are off because I can bear to see his look when he saw me stripping naked.

Just when I stop in front of him, I am only on my bra and underwear. In the dim moonlight, I saw he bite his lip. My heart kick up a notch. He slowly run his finger on the side of my curves and grip me harder enough to run all goose bumps on my body. I wanted to squirm and suppressed my giggle because I have a ticklish on the same spot of my body.

"You have a nice curve." He whisper in the dark.

I try to remember what Tess told me before I went here. I try to imagine what most call girls do when they are in an action. They will seduce their clients and they are the one who initiate.

I grab his neck and pull his mouth on me. I kiss him hard as possible and the best way I can. He pull right away, surprised by my aggressiveness.

"Whoa. Are you really in a hurry?"

"I don't have much time for this." I told him. Clearly impatient to get out of here.

"Do you have another customer after me?" I blinked at his question, but I remember he knew I am a prostitute who he hired for some fun night. I want him to think me like that so I just nod my head.

"Don't you think that is unfair? I pay you, more than what you cost. Can you at least make it worth it?"

"I didn't asked the price. Remember? You just thought I am worth what you will pay because that's what they told you. That I am newbie call girl and want to christen her new job." I told him, a little agitated.

"I'm sorry. I just think that I should get what I pay for. I thought I am your only client for tonight. They told me-" I cut him off my kissing him again. I don't want to hear anymore words from him because it makes me feel more dirty. I just want to get over this and go home.

His mouth automatically open. He used his mouth to open mine and I shiver when I felt his soft tongue licking my lower lip. My mouth and tongue mimicking his movement. I never thought I could kiss a stranger like this. I duel with his tongue and suck his bottom lip. He taste like a combination of wine and mint. He pull me closer, his hands roam around my body. He sat me on his lap and straddle his thigh. A few minutes of kissing and dueling of tongues, we pull away, breathless. I could see his eyes staring intensely back at me.

I feel his hardness beneath me. The feeling of his hard muscles, the heat and the moonlight around us overwhelm me. His look that he's giving me aroused me. I unconsciously touch his face with my hands and caress his cheek.

"You are so beautiful."

I wanted to hide under his comforter. I suddenly feel embarrassed to him and to myself. I should not be doing this. I should not come here and surrender myself to this beautiful man in front of me. This is wrong but I don't have a choice.

"Let's make it fast" I demand.

He smile as he unfasten my bra. I let it fall from my arms and he toss it somewhere. He stand with me still in his arms. He crawl in the bed and put me carefully in the center. He stand again to remove his t-shirt and pants leaving only his boxer. I close my eyes and wait for his next move. He kiss my ankle all the way up to my thigh. He repeat the same process to my other leg. His hands was on my breasts, pinching and playing my peak. I moan as I feel his mouth on my navel. His hands move down on my side and slowly he remove my underwear. I am already panting and wet as I saw him removing his boxer as well.

He open my legs wider and hovered over me. He kiss me long and hard that I think my lips will bruise later on. His lips moved on my neck and he sucked my pulse. I heard myself moan loudly in the room. He aligned his sex on my opening. Slowly he enter me. I gripped his arm too tight. I heard him groan with me. My eyes shut and I feel my tears flow down on the side. He is so big that I think I can't accommodate him enough. The pain I felt that I thought I can bear is replaced by pleasure. He was pushing and pulling and all I can do is accept him. He snake his arm on my waist, lifting my lower body. My ass is in the air. I can feel him deep inside me. His move became rapid and fast. I moan and groan loudly as I can as I started to feel something building inside me. I tried to reach his arm to have an anchor but my short hands didn't even touch his skin so I grip the sheet as I found my release.

I let him used me. I don't know if I called it fucking or making love but I chose to believe the latter. I must admit he was gentle and he make sure he will take his time ravishing and pleasuring me. it's either we're on the bed, the floor or even in the bathroom. I don't care it anymore. His touch and kisses makes me feel beautiful, a feeling that I never felt ever since.

All the hesitations and all the doubts I felt when I got here are all gone. It changed into something that I can't explain except pure pleasure. Not only I feel dirty I also feel guilty. This action is because of my impulsive decision and out desperation to save my father. I don't have anyone else so losing my father will lose the biggest part of me.

After two round and some quickie we finally get exhausted. He pull out on me and to my surprise he tucked me on his side. Like any other couples who had just wild sex, we lie there trying to slow our breathes. I wanted to ask him the payment but when I looked at him, his eyes were already closed. I waited for a few minutes before I removed his hands on my waist. Carefully, I silently climbed out in the bed making sure he won't wake up. I gather all my clothes and went straight in the bathroom. I didn't bother to wear bra because I can't find it anymore.

I finally studied his bedroom. Like the living room, it is painted in white and decorated with blue and black furniture. I looked at his clock on his bedside table. I stayed here for almost five hours, its longer than I assumed. I saw his pants under the bed and pick it up. I checked all the pockets but I didn't find what I'm looking for. I search his drawers, the bathroom and even his cabinet but I saw nothing. I wonder where men mostly put their wallet when they are at home.

I keep searching until I reached the kitchen. I notice the counter near the breakfast bar. I walked toward it and smile as I saw his car keys and his wallet. I have never done this before. I am not a thief but I need the payment so badly. He slept on me so I don't have a choice but steal his money.

I hurriedly open it and took the money. I sigh in frustration. The money is not enough of what he just did to me. With his wallet full of cards no wonder he won't used cash that much. I wanted to cry. I give something I kept for a long time to a stranger that I can't take it back anymore. I wanted to throw something to release my frustration and anger that suddenly came inside me. I wanted to scream at him and demand some more money but I can't. I am not that person at all. I took a slow breath to calm myself. I saw a post it and wrote his name that I saw on his cards. I put it in his fridge hoping that tomorrow he will see my note.

Vincent

You still owe me. But you did make me feel special so we're quits.

Thanks.

C.

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