Didn't I Tell You I Was A Hooker?

Galinda goes to the Philosophy Club and meets someone quite unexpected. Gelphie and Bessa at it's finest. I think the girl singing in "Me Siento Hermosa (I Feel Pretty)" from West Side Story sounds like a Spanish Sutton Foster... I'm going to dedicate this to lozzakapozza because she one: read my first Gelphie fic "Angel, Dry Your Eyes" and I haven't updated in ages... ALSO: She has this great story going called "Set In Stone" that I haven't been keeping up with. Sad stuff... so I'm sorry. Also, I know Warner's the bad guy, but in Serious I laugh so hard at him. ^_^ Esme would kill me for that. PS: The beginning part sucks eggs.

It was quite the night. "Harder, mmm..." She hadn't ever felt so aroused in her life, and she could swear that this was love. Of course, all teenage girls would assume their first time with whomever their partner is was love. "Like this, Lyndie?" This was different. This was definitely for real. This was true love, because Galinda could feel it. Galinda moaned before she came. "Like that." She gasped, but all feeling was gone. She had gone numb. Except for love. Love was still there. Just to be sure, she said it aloud. "I love you, Elphie..." She knew it was for real. The way it rolled off her tongue and she felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter again.

Morning came, and Galinda woke up hoping to be wrapped in her lover's arms. Much to her displeasure, her lover had managed to get out of bed, put on her skimpy outfit and make up, and tease at her already perfect hair. "Elphie?" She yawned.

"Oh, finally you're awake." The girl replied, not even looking at her. "You went well over the two hour mark - you were a cautious little thing - but there's nothing wrong with a little overtime, I suppose? My sister added up the expenses and it came to three hundred plus in overtime and four thousand for the expense. Four thousand three hundred. I'll need to collect that and be on my way." She held out an expectant hand to receive the money in.

"What are you talking about? Elphie, get back in bed; it's too soon to talk business. Whatever this strange business is, I'm positive I don't owe you that much money."

"Oh, plus I bought those drinks, fifteen more." The woman did some mental math. "Four thousand three hundred and fifteen. Sounds about right."

Galinda, getting a headache from all the numbers, scowled. "What ever did I buy that cost so much?"

"Sex." Galinda blushed when her lover said this - but not in any revelation. "Miss Galinda, I was hired to come to the Philosophy Club for entertainment purposes. When you invited me to your suite, I figured you wanted to get it on." The blonde stared blankly. "I'm a prostitute. A hooker. A slut. Whatever you wish to call it, you've received my services, and I expect to be paid. I'll send my father out on you if you don't."

"But prostitution is illegal." Galinda replied, befuddled.

"Not in Munchkinland."

"I... I told you I loved you! Elphie, I love you!" The blonde was nearly at tears.

"That, Miss Galinda, was driven by lust." Elphie said simply. "You've probably felt it before but never as serious. You'll be over it in a few days - hours even."

"Elphie! I thought what we had was special!" Correction, Galinda was at the point of tears.

Elphie sighed and shook her head. "For Oz's sake, drop the nicknames, and our time was special. You were the first Galinda I've ever done." That was a lie, but why make her feel worse?

"Elphaba, you don't seriously think of me that way. Just another customer? I love you, Elphaba!" The blonde was struggling with her sentences, tears made her throat thick. Elphaba sighed. She hated when her clients said that. It broke her heart just a bit - especially when they were so sure they meant it. It always reminded her of her reasons for prostitution in the first place...

The Arjiki tribe had come to visit the government of Munchkinland. Their oldest son and heir to the throne was a handsome sight. Little Elphaba, shy as a butterfly, hid behind her sister's chair and took to staring at him. Before long he smiled at her with shiny white teeth. Elphaba felt her heart race as she smiled back.

"My name's Fiyero." He introduced himself. "I'm going to be a king one day." Little Elphaba prayed to be his queen.

Every summer from there out, Fiyero came to visit. Elphaba swore she was in love. She knew it, especially when she was fifteen. It was her birthday, and Fiyero said he had an extra special gift for her in her room. When they had made it upstairs, Fiyero and she fell into a pattern. That was her present. He had hugged her and kissed her all night long. "I love you, Elphie..." He whispered.

"I love you, too, Yero." It was a lie. A sham. The next day, Fiyero had met another girl and had fallen in love with her. Elphaba was forgotten. A one-night standee. How she was heartbroken! Frex said he would kill him when they got the money for a pistol. Elphaba never wanted to be hurt again. She never wanted to feel that much love again. Not love; she only wanted lust. Lust could make her feel happy - feel loved. Then it would go away with a less permanent scar. She was fifteen when she joined the act of prostitution. Three words had caused it, too.

"Just shut up and give me the money!" Elphaba was almost at tears, but grabbed her oils and wiped her eyes, pretending it was make up.

"Elphaba! You didn't say anything about money last night!"

"That's because you were supposed to know who I was!" The girls shouted to each other.

"How was I supposed to-"

"Don't tell me you don't know about the Eminence?" Galinda glared for she had nothing intellectual to say. "When they call you good, they mean it! Ha! The Eminence is the most popular group of prostitutes throughout Oz. It consists of me and my younger sister Nessarose. You haven't heard of us? Let's see, we were the dancers in that music video... um, Icebreaker? We're also known as Kumbricia's Witches in the Vinkus."

"Miss Elphaba, your story is very amusing, but I don't have the money for a storyteller right now." Galinda pouted, thinking about the music video, and wondering why they would be in it in the first place. "And why was your sister on her knees the entire time in that video?"

Elphaba stayed serious. "She's cripple, and we take checks." The blonde reluctantly gave up the money and sniffled. "Oh, don't be sad, Lyndie. Kiss goodbye?" But Galinda shook her head. She couldn't get by with just one measly kiss. She did love Elphaba; it wasn't just lust. Galinda didn't know why in Oz she did - but she was in love with her.

Boq found the most recent letter from the Thropp sisters. This note was from Nessa, which surprised him a bit.

Howdy stranger!

Why, I haven't written to you in hell knows how long! It's been a while, and I apologize. Life is awfully busy for me! I'll have you know we're coming to Shiz after the summer. Can you believe it? I'm a fifteen year old prostitute and I'm going to college - at SHIZ! Oh, Boq, we must catch up as soon as we get there. I've been dying to see you in person. You can see me on television all you'd like, but not me. I haven't seen you since you were six and pushing me into the mud. All in good time. We were at the Philosophy Club last night, and I met those boys Crope and Tibbett you told me about. For once I was disappointed you weren't at such a place. Ha! Well, write back when you're able. Tell me more about this Galinda girl you're writing Elphaba about. (We're sisters; we're close.)

Yours truly,

Nessa

He smiled at the note and quickly grabbed a pen. Of course, he couldn't tell her about Galinda because... Well, he adored every bit of Galinda Upland and dreamed of marrying her and having multitudes of children... but telling Nessa didn't feel right. He didn't understand it either, but he kept Nessarose and Galinda separate matters.

Dearest Nessa,

I shall never forgive you for abandoning your poor Boq who hasn't a friend to lean on but you. That's wonderful you're going to college! Shiz will be a whole lot brighter with you there! Not to mention we'll keep the reputation for best night life. Galinda, well, she's in my science class, but she doesn't glance twice at me. You were at the Philosophy Club and didn't tell me? Nor your sister? Pour a bucket of water on Elphaba will you? And chop of your arms with that Lurlinemas gift I sent you last year. That should repay me. Summer will probably drag on now that I WANT school to start. Geesh, you pick terrible times to drop a letter in. Past my sarcastic ways, it will be nice to see you soon.

Sincerely,

Boq

And that was that. He was to be staying at Shiz over the summer with Crope and Tibbett for pulling some scandal. Apparently he was drunk when he did it, for he had no memory of the night. "Biq!" That voice that made his heart stop rang loudly into his ear. "Biq! I'm so confused! You're smart - can you help me?" It was Galinda. His hands and the back of his neck began to sweat.

"What's wrong, M-Miss Galinda?" He stuttered to her assistance.

"I met the most magical person last night. I swear - I fell in love! When I found out she was a prostitute!" She mumbled.

"What? Prostitute? She?" Boq was quickly preparing himself for some heavy competition. "Did you meet Nessa?"

"Hmm?" Galinda looked up. "No, it was someone else. Someone far more exotic. I was wondering if you knew anything about the Eminence and where they are located?" Boq was a bit stunned. Did Galinda really just tell him she loved one of the Thropp sisters - but it wasn't Nessa?

"Are you talking about Elphaba?" He blinked. Elphaba didn't love anybody. She hated even the word. Boq was too busy cursing off that bloody prince than to notice his dream girl's face light up.

"You know her? We met last night. Is there anyway I can contact her?" Galinda was placing all his faith in the munchkin.

"It depends..." Boq hid the note behind his back. "What's in it for me?"

Galinda looked crestfallen. "How about a kiss?"

The munchkin was quick to her aid. "Colwen Grounds, Munchkinland!" He puckered up and stood on his tiptoes to kiss the blond, only to fall flat on his face when she moved out of his reach.

"Oh! Biq, thank you so much!" And she pecked him on the cheek before scurrying out the door. Boq frowned dejectedly. The poor munchkin never won.

Elphaba sighed the moment she got home and plopped onto the couch. "Rough night?" Her sister asked her.

"Not hardly," Elphaba replied. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, voice like velvet that called me Elphie. And she said 'I love you.' Can you believe that?"

"You mean you got stuck with Fiyero?" Nessa was wide-eyed. "And you didn't kill him? Elphaba that's incredible!"

"No, it was some preppy blonde girl. Uh... Belinda or something." The green woman dealt out the money. "She's more innocent than she lets on."

"Typically," Nessa scoffed, "Guess what?"

"What?"

"Only eight more weeks until we go back to school!"

Elphaba's eyes widened in the reallization at that, "Holy Shiz, you're right... I haven't been there since junior high!"

"Well I didn't even get to witness the teen years!" Nessa giggled. "How fun is this going to be!"

"The best!" The sisters hugged.

Galinda Upland sat at her desk, hand aching, and ink drying on a piece of paper. She was writing a letter to her beloved Elphaba. What was she supposed to say though? Should she mention Biq? What did she have to say anyway? What if Elphaba replied? Or worse yet - what if she didn't? Galinda fowned and crossed out her current having: "Dear, Elphie" it had read. Should it be more formal? Growling, Galinda wadded up her paper and tossed it into the overflowing trash bin. It was no wonder she hated school. "Good thing it's summer..."

Chapter one or maybe prologue whatever is finished. I like mudkips. Listening to Oklahoma! makes me sad :(