A/N: I do not own any of the characters. All rights belong to Stephanie Myers.

WARNING: This is the only warning I will post. This story is rated M for a reason.

Edward's Point of View

"Look, honey, I'm not saying it's a bad speech..." Alice droned on looking at two ties in the mirror. My wife - the fashionista. Geez, you would think that she thinks we're running on the red carpet every single night. News flash, it's an office job. Not the goddamn runway. She thought because my speeches weren't bubbly enough they weren't good enough for anyone to hear. You would think she made a living talking. Does she? No. "I'm just saying..."

She continued finally settling on the blue tie. She always thought blue brought out my Green eyes. Although if Alice heard you talking about my eyes she would tell you that my eyes were not simply green, they were the perfect shade of green... they were emerald. If you asked her in a room full of people she would tell you emerald had been her favorite color since she was a little girl. How she'd always envisioned. If you knew her like I knew her you would know she really meant daddy set me up on a blind date with of his best friends sons. The rest is history. "it's impersonal."

She finally finished her thought putting my tie around my neck finally letting me put the goddamn tie on. She rested her hands on my shoulder running her fingers through my brown embrace had always comforted me, made me feel like a part of her, however small, loved who I was as a person - that she would have married me if I'd had nothing. I knew deep down that wasn't true. Alice married me because I was the next billionaire. She agreed to marry me because she'd be able to keep up appearances and be the sociable, otherwise likable person in the duo. People can't handle the truth. People need people like Alice, she's a people pleaser. For the right price.

"I know what you think about my speeches, Dear," I addressed not wanting to discuss the topic any further. I really didn't care what she thought about my speeches. Those people out there, the ones that understand business, those are the ones I'm speaking to. Alice placed her left hand on her hip as she always did when I dismissed her ideas of changing the way I spoke to these people. She looked me up and down, pursed her lips, and walked over.

Alice and I have a very different relationship. People think love, means loving every second with someone, that love means dreading being away from the other person, that love is this unbreakable force to be wrecked with. In reality, love wasn't like that at all. Love is a fragile little thing that can be broken with a touch, and you have to fight to put it back together. You have to ask yourself, "Do I want to try to fix this?" If the answer is no, usually one of you is packing your bags. So I think love is fighting for the person you want to be with. It's putting back the pieces after they've gone to shit. It's knowing that you have someone by your side... forever. I love Alice. I love knowing I'll always have her.

"Well, I tried," she laughed kissing my cheek. "Let's do this." She was confident, she knew this was a walk in the park, that I already had these people eating out of my hands she knew that I was going to make another few grand tonight, that we would go out and celebrate with the people from the party. She knew that we could go our separate ways, mingle with the people maybe have a fun exciting night, cause God knows we wouldn't be having an exciting night otherwise.

Like I said, Alice and I had a very different relationship. We weren't in love with each other anymore. We loved each other sure, but unfortunately, we were people who never should have gotten married. We weren't meant for forever. We'd come to that agreement long ago. We'd also come to the agreement long ago, that nights like tonight were nights that we would get to have fun. It worked for us, as fucked up as it was. She got her money, we got to have people to come home to at the end of the day. Isn't that what matters in the end?

"Alice," I spoke when we got into the backseat of the sleek black car. Tyler, my driver, took us to and from all of our events. "Do you ever think about our future?" We weren't in love, but we loved each other. Lately, I'd been thinking a lot about what kind of life Alice and I would have in the long run. We married when I was twenty years old, we acted like we were in our thirties when in reality we were twenty-six. Was it suppose to be this way? It didn't feel like there was another way.

"I think of the now," she answered shrugging her shoulders. "Besides, that's a conversation for a much later time. We're here, we need to have our best face on right now." She answered easily motioning for me to get out of the car before her. We were at a normal rich person house. The house, even from the outside, reminded me of a museum.
You could tell tonight was an important night. Everyone from the higher-up businesses was here. It was their yearly What new concepts do all of you have for me this year? And you better make sure your big reveal for the year is better than the guy over there, or they're the next big thing for the next year, and you're shit out of luck. It was the most nerve-wracking part of the year. Hoping your idea is worth something to these people. It was the first year I'd ever had to do this part on my own. Usually Carlisle was with standing up there with me, Usually, he did all of the talking.

"Mr. Masen," Someone said grabbing my attention as soon as I made my way through the front door. Alice nodded for me to go my way while she made her way to where the wives would be sitting. At events like these, usually, I was better with the men business chatter. "I told you, Alec, Mr. Mason is my father," I joked grabbing his hand giving it a firm shake.

"Excuse me," Alec cleared his throat so the other men in the room could hear him speak, "Edward," I watched as a few eyes glanced my direction, silently noting that I was in the room. A small smirk crossed my lips as Alec went on. Ok, maybe being recognized felt good most of the time for me. "Hope you've got something good for us this year," he poked fun wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh I've got some things I think you'll find interesting," I teased watching ladies walk around the house trays on their hands. Wine, they were passing out a lot of wine, some scotch, the occasional bit of food. This was the before the event party. A celebration to all those that had the pleasure of being invited to an event of such a social degree.
"No spoilers, just like your old man," Alec laughed jokingly hitting my shoulder. One of the waitresses appeared out of thin air slipping a glass of wine into Alec's hand as soon as the glass had emptied.

"Mr. Voltaire," she spoke softly as she placed the empty glass on her tray. "This wine must be one of the best," she gave a giggle whipping her hair over her shoulder. She was being friendly to Alec. Only the best caterers were hired for these events, and they knew the generous tippers from the stingy. Alec, he was always generous. My father? He taught me one good trick. Never be stingy at events like this, if you didn't care about a few measly hundreds, it meant you were afraid to spend your money.

"Oh it is Miss Swan," he gave her a smile and placed a fifty dollar bill on her tray. "Edward, my friend, order a drink," he offered to make me smile.

"I'll take a Scotch on the Rocks," she raised her eyebrow something about the subtle movement made me curious. "Problem?" I questioned drawing her attention to me. She was dressed just as the other waitresses, short black cocktail dress - nothing overly fancy - nothing tacky either. It looked alright at best to anyone. She was the only one in here that any of these men would remotely consider eye candy.

"Of course not, sir," she smiled sweetly turning away making me furrow my eyebrows and look to Alec.

"Trust me, give her a tip, she's the best waitress here," Alec chuckled slightly. She also knew who to work. I'd wondered why I'd never seen her at an event before. I thought my father had taken me to all of them with him. "How's the wife?" Alec questioned as a few other men joined us. The questioned jabbed me the wrong way, it's like it was his way of saying I know you guys are a sham. Alec had been a family friend for years, we knew a lot about each other fucked up lives.

"Alice and I are doing perfect," I answered easily. "How is Jane?" Alex licked his lips but only glanced at me.

"Jane and I are doing perfect," he answered refusing to differ from my game. Alec's marriage was anything but happy, anyone with eyes could tell what they were doing. Maybe Alice and I were following a pattern of people in our lives, but it's just the way our world works.

"Mr. Masen," The waitress announced her presence slipping the glass of scotch into my hands. "I can come back with something else as soon as the glass is empty?" She questioned tilting her head. I looked at Alec making sure he saw me reach into my pocket to reveal two hundred dollar bills.

"No need, Miss Swan," I turned to glance at her, "I'll just have the one drink." she looked down at the two hundred dollar bills her eyes grew wide, she, however, grabbed the money just as quickly as I'd put it down, shoved it in her peach-colored bra I spied because she was moving so quickly to put it in there.

"Thank you, sir," she scurried off. Alec gave a deep chug of his wine.

"You must think it's good Edward," he laughed making me give a slight smile. Alice would tell me to lecture me later about treating a prospective buyer like an ass. She would tell me I needed to play the game, not go straight for the kill. I snuck off to the backyard like I often did while I waited for the first half of the night to be done. Usually, only the wives who were bored out of their skulls came out here to get away, and they would find me. It wasn't a bad way to spend the night getting to know the ladies before they'd had all their drinks.

The first girl to walk out - however - wasn't a wife, it was the waitress.

"I didn't think you ladies got breaks," I noted out loud. I'd never seen one so much as walk off of the floor unless it was for a second. She shrugged her shoulders pulling out a cigarette placing it between her lips.

"We're not supposed to," she answered lighting the cigarette taking a long drag. "I, however, need it. Without one of these occasionally through the night my mouth might cost me a few hundred," I furrowed my eyebrows together. "You're not stupid, you know how these events work. We get to parade around serve the men, be nice, make them feel big and ego-filled so they want to spend their money on you guys. The more men we make happy, the more times they tip us," she shrugged her shoulders taking another drag, "So we let Alec with the bad breath whisper in our ear, or we let Aro with the creepy let me run my hand up your leg move, or my personal favorite, we let Marcus the slob who will rub your ass right in front of his wife and we get a nice fat tip. If they go a little too far they just slip in some more money at the end of the night." She shook her head back and forth.

"Most of the girls seem to laugh at it," I noticed how the men treated most of these ladies, I'd never heard one explain how they felt about it. My father never mingled much with the men at this party either though, he also never minded the waitresses, he tipped one big, just like me, they would disappear the rest of the night.

"Most of the girls need the money," she admitted throwing her cigarette on the floor and stepping on it. "Marcus is the worst, but the other girls always said your dad..." she shook her head. "Your dad was the nicest guy here, he tipped big, and didn't even acknowledge us, he was polite, he was kind, he was a person without an agenda other than selling his product." She smiled turning to go back inside. "I have to go get Marcus "the slob" another whiskey neat," she excused herself leaving only the smell of the Marble Black behind.

Isabella's point of View

"Whiskey neat," I slithered my way over to Marcus, "Just the way you like it," I whispered in his ear. After working parties like this, you learned what every one of these men wanted. Some of them wanted you to keep your distance, some of them wanted you to sweet talk their wives, some of them wanted to make sure you made them feel like a man, cause they hate their shrew of a wife. Marcus wanted you to turn him on in a discreet, yet demanding way. He was the biggest tipper. I slithered right past him making sure his hand was able to subtly touch my ass.

I watched a smile creep over Marcus. I knew I would get my tip at the end of the night when I'd turned him on to the point he would take his wife into the closest bathroom to get him off. It was fucked up, but it was better than turning tricks on the street, it was an easy way to make money. Sometimes, girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. When you grew up like I did, this isn't that bad of a job. This is... this is heaven. I noticed Edward walk in from the backyard silently sitting back watching the party go on.
His eyes were... unique. I'd always looked into people's eyes upon meeting them. It's something my brother taught me to do, he'd told me if you looked into anyone's eyes you would always be able to tell if they were a good person or a bad person. Bad people had a certain glint in their eyes. Edward's eyes were emerald and held not an ounce of bad. He was a rarity, he was one of the few good guys that were left in the world. I'd noticed his eyes watching the wives at the party, particularly the wives of the men that were the best tippers, occasionally his eyes would wonder to me, as I worked the floor, but never longer than a few seconds.

It's as if he didn't want me to know he was looking at me.

"Jame's is drunker than a skunk tonight," Jessica giggled running in the kitchen flashing me a hundred dollar bill shoving it in her bra. "You want to get him next? He's not even hard, a giggle and a hair flip," all of the girls helped each other out and made sure we were aware of who was going to be a pain in the ass tonight.

"I don't know," I was still wary of approaching James. He was the one that gave me the worst vibes of all. He was a speaker, but he never gave two shits, he was more aggressive than the rest. He just didn't sit well with me. "He's like bad juju." I shook my head thinking of my mother always rambling on about juju when I was younger.

"He tips really good Bells, and he's not any worse then Markus," she explained shrugging her shoulders. "Look, you just go over there, take his empty glass, tell him he looks good, fling your hair, brush up on him a little, and that's it," she explained knowing that I needed more tips than any of the other girls. Usually, I made the least amount a night because I didn't ever go up to James. I gave a slight sigh and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Ok," I breathed out knowing it was the only way I was going to get the girls off of my back. I took the drink off of her tray walking to James putting my best fake persona on. "A little birdie told me that you could use a refill," I smiled raising the glass to James. His eyes ran over my body and he bit down on his lip.

"A little birdie was right," he husked out grabbing the glass from my hand easily running his hand over my ass in a way that made me want to shudder. "I don't believe I've met you," he licked his lips.

"I've never had the pleasure of serving you," I half giggled not daring to move closer to him. Everyone was talking, no one was paying attention to James. "Well, well," he grabbed my arm pulling me closer to him. I went with the motion knowing that he was giving a tip. He had money in his hands. "Darling," he whispered pressing his lips to the money, "I want you to come back when I'm finished, you hear?" he questioned flashing me a hundred dollar bill, and a fifty.

"Of course, sir," I whispered making him close his eyes as he glanced around as if to make sure no one would see, and he slipped the money into my bra, only slightly grazing my breast. The movement gave me goosebumps, not because I liked the touch, but because it made my skin want to melt off. I gave him a smirk walking straight back to the kitchen. "Not that bad?" I shuddered as I shook my head.

"How much did you get?" Jessica asked hopping off the counter. I showed her the one fifty shoving it into my wallet. None of the girls here would steal from you. Everyone knew that. "Go over a few more times you'll get three hundred, easy," she shrugged her shoulders. "He get's a little touchy. Angela said once right before his speech when we were serving he made her sit with him, made it look like he was just talking to her, and played with her under the table. She got six hundred bucks for it," the thought made my skin crawl. Jessica could tell. "Look, honey, hate to break it to you, but this is the gig here. I get they tried telling you it'll just be a little flirting, but honestly, the longer you stay the harder this job gets. They're throwing you in that room to see if yore gonna hang, see how badly you actually need the money," she shrugged her shoulders. "Angela's got six kids to feed and a dead-beat husband. I've got a sick mom, two kids, and no husband. Tanya is trying to get custody of her daughter and this job is the best one she'll ever be able to get," Jessica shook her head.

"I've got a dying father, a dead mother, and a brother depending on me to make rent," I bit my lip. "No high school diploma," I kicked the dishwasher out of frustration.

"How old's your brother?" Jessica's tone lightened.

"Eight," I answered easily.

"Looks like you get James tonight. We'll keep an eye on you if he starts going too far for you flip your hair with your right hand three times, one of us will come get you. Unless you do that, no one will interrupt you. See you on the flip side, love," Jessica nodded her head for me to follow her.

The celebration party was over, now it was time for the money throwers take a seat and listen to the ones selling their product. Some ladies worked out where all the money throwers were - they typically didn't tip, or even drink during this portion of the night, and this portion of the night was when three of the girls made bank. No girl went into the business room more than twice a week. Tonight, it was my night. The other times I simply focused on those they told me were for beginners. It was my fourth night, they'd given me the run down. Now? Now it was my turn to do some of the hard work. I was going to need three or four cigarettes after this.

"You know," I whispered walking over to James, "I didn't expect you to be a long island iced tea kind of person," I teased setting theglass down in front of him. He smiled as I stood over him. There were only three people in this room that ever asked for drinks: Alec, Aro, and James. Alec was the one I'd been getting, the most he'd ever done was run a hand over my breast.

"I'm a constant surprise," he answered easily kissing the top of my hand. "You can sit, right here," he motioned to the side of him. "when my glass is almost empty, you will get up get me a drink of my choice and come right back. You will sit in the same spot. You will answer when spoken to, you will not speak otherwise," he laid out the rules like all of them did. I took a big gulp but did as I was told. "You will not draw attention to us. And you will do everything I tell you right when I tell you, now if we are understood you will shake your head, if not you will find me, Angela or Jessica. I know how you new girls work." I closed my eyes but shook my head.

I noticed Edwards' eyes burned to my back. He must have known what the girls in this room did. He must have known what kind of men he worked with. He must have known what happened at these events other then them selling their content. Otherwise, why would they always hire the same catering company? Pleasing people is the number one of people like these people. They wanted the buyers to feel welcome, and they wanted the sellers to feel cocky. Cocky people are the most truthful. People who feel as if they have nothing to hide.

"How old are you?" James questioned running his hand over my hand leading it to his leg. I started moving my hand easily up his thigh.

"Just turned twenty-one a few weeks ago," I answered back running my hand over his member. I heard him let out a small groan. I wanted to vomit my stomach curled every time my hand went over his twitching cock. I knew it was hand stuff back here, that was it. But it was enough to make a girl want to throw up.

"You know, my wife use to get under the table during these events," he whispered grabbing my hand and shoving it to his member. "She used to put her hot wet little mouth all over me," he explained while sipping his long island iced tea. "And she used to suck me off the entire time," he set his iced tea down. "Now the most she'll do it watch from a distance," he scoffed. Maybe it's because you're an ass. I thought. "Unbutton my pants."

"I'm not touching you with my mouth," I declared abruptly.

"I know the rules." He hissed making me close my mouth.

"Yes, sir," I stuttered out making him twitch. Most the time guys in this position liked feeling the power. They were in control.

"You know, things can go one two ways, very good for both of us, or I can just not give a shit about you and do whatever the hell I want. What will it be?" I stiffened. "You signed up for this," he hissed. I took a deep breath, he was right, we'd all signed contracts. We all knew what kind of business this was.

"Forgive me, sir," I whimpered. He moved his hand up my dress so his hand was resting in front of my panties. He picked up his hand and slapped it down. Against all my motives, my pussy started throbbing as he started slapping her. I bit down on my lower lip as James sipped on his long island iced tea.

"Good girl," he whispered as I grabbed his member with my delicate hand. "Now you get to talk dirty to me, tell me, if you were my wife, how you'd be keeping me happy," he sipped his long island iced tea while my hand pumped up and down on his member. He was big, not thick. Just long. He wasn't anything to brag about.

"Well, sir," I husked licking my lips. "I would do anything you asked of me. If I was your wife I would always be doing new exciting, risky things with you," James closed his eyes. "I would give you a hand job, kind of like this one," I whispered removing my hands and putting it to my mouth quietly spitting on it before returning it to his member, "I would spit in it and continue doing this to you only for a short while before I slipped under the table," James moved my panties out of the way running his finger over my slit making her purr in response to his touch. "My tight wet little mouth would go over your member, while my hands played," I squeezed his balls making him give a small groan, "there." I finished my thought as he started playing with my clit.

James was creepy. Almost everyone in here was creepy. But I mean, if this is the way you make money, at least people like James didn't look like a creep, at least they were good, at least they made you feel good. I let my body relax under his touch. James let a small smile take over his face when he realized I was no longer fighting it.

"Now, every time you moan, I'll punish you," I bit my lip and shook my head. "So, now you will take your hand out of my pants, because if I bust before my speech my wife will be mad, so I will be staying hard, while playing with your nice young pussy, after my speech, my wife and I will go to the bathroom and I will fuck her like I would fuck you if it were you in that bathroom with me," he whispered while he slipped a finger inside of me. I almost let out a moan.

"Now, if it were you," he took his finger out of me and brought it to his lips sucking off my juice. "Mmmm," he moaned. That one did make me moan quietly. He smiled. "Ah, ah, ah," he tisked spreading my lips and then flicking my clit making me take a deep breath in. "I would set your slender body up on the sink," he slipped a finger back inside of me, "and I would put my lips to your dripping wet pussy. I would give her a few kisses," he stuck a second finger inside of me curling it ever so slightly. "Before I came up pulled down my pants," he was breathing just as deep as I was, I was sure everyone knew what was happening. This would be why I thought he was creepy. Jessica, Angela, Tanya, he'd always made them act the same way. Once in the four times, I'd done this Tanya actually gave a rather load porn star moan. James had just chuckled when it happened. "I would not ask your permission, I would shove my member inside of you. I would be rough with you and slam your pussy. I would make you scream my name," he was growling in my ear while he was fingering me.

"Oh god," I let out a moan I knew only he would head. He came to a halt, my body wanting more started withering under. "Please sir," I begged to hear him chuckle.

"Please what, slut?" he started moving his fingers faster. Somehow every movement was turning me on more and more.

"Please," I breathed out. "Please make me cum all over your fingers," I whispered out feeling myself teetering on the edge. He gave a groan and curled his fingers slamming them into my hard enough to make a sound or two. No one batted an eyelash.

"Come slut," he ordered slamming into my one last time as I convulsed under his touch. He gave a smile removed his fingers and put them to my lips. "Taste yourself," he ordered. I opened my mouth knowing there were no other options. "You're all mine after I have Angela next time," he informed me as he shoved money in my bra and got up for his speech. I took a deep breath and walked to the kitchen without a second thought.

"Told you James wasn't too bad," Jessica announced. "Angela has broken the rules with him cause he'll let you," she shrugged her shoulders. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Don't play stupid, she's gone down, she's let him meet her after, in the bathroom, she's even gotten in his car before." Jessica was counting her money. "We've all done it when we really need the cash." I shoved the cash in my wallet noticing it was way more then I'd ever gotten before in a night.

"I need a cigarette," I declared as Jessica waved her hand at me telling me to go. I left my coat inside even though it was in the middle of winter freezing at night, and I was in some slutty mini dress. I just grabbed my purse and went outside, and sat directly on the bench not bothering to look for anyone else.

I couldn't help the tears that started coming down my face as the cigarette touched my lips. If only my mother could see me now. A prostitute pretty much. A high school drop out prostitute. She'd be humiliated. I inhaled the cigarette smoke wiping the tears away as they came. And if my father knew how I was paying rent, how I was keeping food in the house, how I was affording to raise Seth. I took another drag when I heard a man clear his throat. I didn't bother to turn around.

"You know, you might turn into a popsicle," I already knew who it was when his jacket touched my shoulders. It smelled of peppermint, freshly mowed grass, and some kind of cologne I didn't know. I only wiped my tears away and cleared my throat.

"I really needed a cigarette," I declared. Edward only shook his head. "What?" I snapped making him shrug his shoulders. He kept standing.

"It didn't really seem like anything happened against your will in there," I glanced over at him. He wasn't looking at me, he was staring straight ahead. I only took another drag and shook my head.

"You know Mr. Big shot, I was born into money so I don't know what struggling is, some of us need money and need it fast, and this isn't a terrible way to get it. Anywhere else I'd make minimum wage and not be able to survive. I've tried doing things the honest way, the right way, the good way, and that shit has never worked out for me. You know last year, I worked my ass off as assistant manager at some bullshit grocery store, and when my dad got sick and I had to figure out how to pay all these bills and take care of an eight-year-old kid I figured out I made about nine hundred dollars less then what I needed." I wiped the tears from my face.
Edward looked taken aback by my outburst.

"Fuck you, Mr. Cullen," I hissed throwing my cigarette near his feet and dropping his jacket to the ground.

A/N: So, it's word drabble. It's twisted. It's fucked up. It's very Adult. It's Raw. Let me know what yall think.