Disclaimer:I don't own Hannah Montana
Author's note: This idea came to me randomly while I was laying in bed at four A.M attempting to sleep, but failing miserably and I had to write this down before I forgot and I just want to warn right now this this DOES have a plot and IS NOT just another PERVE story, and does have sex but is about love and acceptance, and without anymore distractions here's the story, enjoy the Liley love... oooh and a warning to Mikiley fans... sorry but there will be a very ANTI-MIKILEY chapter...with sex lol
P.s. I don't know alot about call girls cause i just ... i dunno i dont deal with that stuff lol, so please bear with me if something sounds retarded.
Lilly's Pov
I rolled my eyes, annoyed at the brunette. "Mikayla, I already told you I don't want to do this." She smirked and straightened my on my jacket for me. "Now, Lilly, I can't be hanging with a loser virgin my whole life, you're making me look bad..." She said and then smirked, indicating that she was just teasing me. "Plus it's your one and only eighteenth birthday and you deserve a hot chick." She added, tilting her head and stepping back and examining me.
"Wow, you look hot Truscott... you know what that means?" She asked and I just tapped my foot on the floor impatiently and shook my head. "Me, you, and Oaken are ready to go out, duh, for someone who just turned eighteen you have the brains of a four year old." She scoffed and grabbed my hand and led me down the step and shoved me into the backseat as I tried to protest but she ignored me and slammed the door before getting into the drivers seat in the front.
Oliver was in the front passenger seat and turned around to examine me. "So birthday girl, what are you looking for? A blonde, brunette, a girl with HUGE jugs? huh, huh, huh?" He teased. "You guys, seriously I feel like such a loser, I don't need a hooker thats like, asking for a disease." I complained and they laughed. Mikayla focused on the road as she bit the inside of her cheek.
"Mhmm, that's why we are getting you a call girl Lillian, they are much more civilized and it's like getting a date and you already know you get to do it whether or not the date went horrible." She answered distractedly and pulled a wad of cash out of her pocket. Don't get me wrong I love Mikayla as a best friend, but she liked showing off her money too much. I was rich because of my parents, and so was Mikayla and Oliver because of theirs, but Oliver and I knew not to show off, I told her that one of these days she's gonna get in trouble.
"Ugh, fine whatever...you guys suck." I said, not sure if I was mad or glad that I was doing this. "Oh... is that right? We suck because we're getting you laid... hmmm." Oliver said, sarcastically and then suddenly he slapped Mikaylas arm as she slowed the car and her eyes got big and she mouthed the word Woah. "She is perfect... what do you think Lil?" Oliver asked, turning to me. I looked out the window and saw a brunette, holding a sweatshirt in her arms, and walking toward the house that everyone knew the call girls stayed in to talk to the guy they worked for.
I scanned her up and down, she walked looking at her feet and her gorgeous brunette curls fell in her face as her heels clicked. She wore tight jeans and didn't look like a slut or anything, she looked... wow was all I could think. She looked up, noticing that our car had pulled up close to her and she shook her bangs out of her face and I looked at her huge hoops earings, they made her look even more stunning.
She nervously fiddled with the sweatshirt bundled in her arms and looked up with shiny ocean blue eyes. "Hey gorgeous." Oliver said, getting her attention and she walked up to the car window and I couldn't help but notice her lip tremble slightly. "Uh- I uh... sorry sir, I don't do guys." She studdered, very nervously and blushed. It was too cute. Mikayla leaned across Oliver and held out her big wad of cash that I knew she was going to flash.
"No, honey, it's not for this loser, it's for the beautiful blonde in the backseat, it's her eighteenth birthday today and we figured she was way overdue for a good time." Mikayla spoke confidently, then presented her big cocky smile. "Oh, well, I guess then... uh okay." She spoke quietly and unsurely before taking the money from Mikayla with shaky hands and then getting into the backseat with me. She looked at me nervously, and gulped.
"Hi, I- my names Miley." She said and I smiled and held out my hand for her took shake. "Lilly... nice to ... well meet you?" I asked and she half chuckled. "Nice to meet you too." She said with a husky voice that made something inside me catch on fire. If you heard her voice oh my goodness was it sexy and cute and just overall stunning.
Mikayla pulled over by a club and I instantly gulped. Miley set her sweatshirt down on the seat to leave in the car before we all got out and Mikayla handed me the keys. "Oliver and I are going to walk around town and club and stuff and so I'll leave you with the car, since you'll probly just want to go to this one and then go home with your new friend." She said, looking Miley up and down, as if eye humping her.
"Do you have like... a card or somthing?" She asked and I slapped her arm and she grimaced. "Anyways, we'll take a cab okay?" She asked and I nodded, before we all headed into the club. This is so not me, clubs and call girls... I have no clue what I'm doing. Do I ask her to dance? Or just grab her hand and take her to the floor, or get her a drink first? I'm hopeless. She looked at me timidly and curiosly as we walked in and Oliver and Mikayla instantly dissapeared into the crowd of people.
"I, um, I've never done this before..." I studdered, nervously, looking at her and her blue eyes locked with mine, she looked somewhat relieved. "Me either." She said and I raised an eyebrow. "It's my first time ever with this job and I seriously have no clue what I'm doing, or how I chose to do this." She admited as she scanned my eyes. "I guess it's a good thing we bumped into eachother than I guess?" I asked and she giggled. "Yeah I guess, but your friend looked like she wanted me for herself, I was scared that I'd have to go with her the way that she flashed that money she seemed kind of... not nice." She admitted and I laughed as I accidentally hit her hand while we walked toward the bar.
She bit her lip and slipped her hand into mine and seemed to turn a light shade of red, but it could be because it was hot in here with all the people. "What I mean is that you look like a nice person, gentle, you know and she looked like shes just..." Miley trailed off, as she used her free hand to delicately pick up her drink and sip from her straw slowly. "I know exactly what you mean, Mikayla's got an ego, and she, I guess that's why she has experiance." I admitted and saw the girl smirk and she released her straw.
"What?" I asked and she giggled. "You don't have experiance?" She asked, biting her lip and trying not to giggle, she looked like she was fliritng with me. "Well, not exactly... Mikayla said it's because I'm a prude but I think it's just because I never really have the time to hang out and go clubbing and stuff like this, this really isn't me.." I explained and she smiled, listening to every word. Her white teeth beamed at me as she nodded her head. "Good, I'm glad I didn't end up with some girl who wanted to get waisted and be all rough." She breathed out and I smiled. She's really nice.
"It wouldn't bug you that I wanted to be gentle?" I asked, then blushed really bad, realizing what we were talking about. She noticed and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "Gentle is good." She stated simply and then walked forward, tugging my hand, gently, I might add and I followed her to the dancefloor.
She let go of my hand and licked her lips as she looked at me. The song changed and it was one of those songs that you just grab someone and grind on... so ofcourse I got hot just thinking of that. Miley noticed and tried to hide her smirk. Damn she's cute. She ran her fingers throught her hair and flipped it before running her hands up and down my sides and then nodded her head to the beat as she gently ran her fingers down my back. Her hips kept moving and got closer and closer to mine.
God it was so hot, I just wanted to take her right here in the club and she barely touched me. She put her arms around my neck and raised an eyebrow as she watched my reaction while she girated her hips and the when I tensed up she knew that I liked it way to much and she kept her hands around my neck but turned around so that her back was pressed against my front and I put my hands on her waist and tried suppress a groan.
I smelled her neck since my head was right there and it only made my problem worse, she smelled so damn sexy I gripped her tighter without realizing it and caused her butt to press against my front even harder, making me grunt. She smiled, knowingly and turned around, her eyes were clouded just like I figured mine were, with what sexual tension? Oh god I never wanted anyone more before... she just looked so irresistable, sweating, panting, out of breath, lips parted slightly and looking right into my eyes as she grinded her body into mine.
She brought her face to my jawline and rubbed the tip of her nose against it hesitantly and then nibbled on it, causing me to hiss and grip her even tighter than the death grip I already had on her hips. "Mmm, Miley... I don't know if..." I tried to say but she stopped and looked at me. "You want to get another drink and then get out of here?" She asked and I nodded. I interlaced my fingers with hers and we practically ran to the bar. Maybe if I had alcohol it would make me less... well horny. I wanted her, but I also wanted to be able to wait, because if that throbbing persisted I'd have to slam her against the bathroom wall and just...
Wow... that vision did not help what so ever. Plus that little smirk she's doing over the rim of her drink as she drinking it slowly and looking at me. Her eyes are so deep and seductive. I pretty much chugged my drink, pretending not to notice her hot stare as I tried to calm myslef down. She took the toothpick out of her glass and stuck it into her mouth slowly, knowing full well that I was watching and after she chewed the olive she swallowed and licked her lips seductively. "Let's get out of here." I said before grabbing her hand and watching her butt as her hips swayed and she led me outside.
