Good evening, reader. I welcome you to the joys of my lunchtime adventures. Please refrain from venturing away from our guided tour as Unicron might just be waiting to eat you. This is my first fan fiction for Transformers and hell, it has been a while since I have written anything else; so I may be a bit rusty. This is meant to be comical, so enjoy a chuckle ... if you can! *insert evil laugh* ... Enjoy.

It really was no surprise that he should be considered the best in the business. Prowl was dressed in a tight-fitting black corset, which was interwoven with yellow lace; a ruffled matching mini skirt, which hung precariously from his hips; and black stockings hidden partially by yellow stilettos. As he swaggered around the dark alleys of Cybertron's capital city, Iacon, legions of lust-darkened optics followed his every move; all wanting the same thing, a piece of that aft.

The night was registering to be a warm one yet he paid it no deed, continuing on his way around the path which he had so long ago learnt to walk. He could sense that he was being watched but it never occurred to him that it could be by someone other than his usual clients. He detected the sound of scuffling from behind him, which he responded to only by shaking his hips with more mirth. What could he say; he was an avaricious little prostitute, as his clients never failed to inform him of. A moment of silence went by as Prowl continued strutting confidently before he was pushed unexpectedly by an imposing figure from the side, right up against the concrete wall. His ninja talents not lost on him, Prowl managed to maneuver out of the others grasp; but for only so long, soon he was once again pushed up against the wall. Despite it's already being a dark night, his captor successfully managed to exude an air of darkness, an air of evil. His arms were held easily above his head, merely by the other's one hand; if Prowl had never felt weak before, he certainly felt so now. There was only one bot that this could be.

"Jazz, do you mind not ravishing me until after my shift?" Prowl questioned with an air of indifference, despite his leaning closer to said bot; he really couldn't help himself where Jazz was concerned.

Prowl figured that he had imagined it, as the darkness concealed the other's features, but he almost felt certain that Jazz had smirked at his comment; he had obviously felt the flicker of uncertainty at the beginning of the utterance. As the grip loosened, Prowl remained where he was, raising an optic ridge at the Autobot gazing at him.

"I have to get you out of here," Jazz murmured as he leaned in to gently take Prowl's lip components within his. The passion sparked a reaction within both of them; most notably within Prowl, who moaned softly as the other slid his hand further down his sides. Prowl pulled back slowly, trying to get in a word, but Jazz would have none of it; merely deepening their kiss and amplifying their passion.

Time went by with agonizing speed as it was soon time for both to depart; but not before a few more hurried kisses. They could always continue this later. As Jazz moved away, Prowl watched after him with his head cocked to the side; he could never truly understand.

Arms encircled his waist, a head rested on his shoulder and lip components dragged along his neck juncture. Jazz always seemed to love these moments after their role-playing games. Prowl now just looked uncomfortable as his clothing situation took to the forefront of his awareness.

"Why is this always your choice for our fun?" Prowl growled softly as Jazz continued his apologetic ministrations.

"You know you love it, I know I do," Jazz laughed quietly, while still petting Prowl; it would not do to see him unhappy.

"Stop hinting that I would look good as a prostitute, you know no one else is having any of this," Prowl chided teasingly while pushing back against the more domineering bot.

"That's what you think."

TBC

I hope you enjoyed this short little extract, showing the joys of role-playing. *insert whip-cracking noise*!

Let me know if you feel the urge to hear more (;