A/N: So here I bring a new Klaroline ff that I hope you all enjoy. It's different and it's not going to be a little out of character, well mostly with Caroline not Klaus.

I hope you enjoy and this ff is Rated M. It does and will contain some strong language and a lot of smut that I hope you all like. In this first chapter you'll be getting to know more about Caroline and who she is in this ff and what she does and some information about her past but you'll be learning a lot about her past as the story progresses.

Anyways, I do hope that ff doesn't delete this ff because of the smut I tried to keep it Rated M as the rules say but if anything happens I will be posting the rest of the story on my tumblr since I have the story almost half way written.

Please leave reviews and critiques. I'm trying to better my writing and please do tell if I should continue and if you would enjoy reading more about this new side of Caroline and you'll meet Klaus soon too.

Like always, disclaimer, I own nothing.

Chapter 1

I didn't pick this life because I liked it and wanted to become this person, well part of me can I say that I do like it, at some times, well depending on the person but it would have never been my first choice to begin with.

People can call me whatever they want, whether it be an escort, a slut, a hooker or a whore. I know who I am and there's more to me than just my job, because that's what all is this it to me, a job.

I would of picked a different path if I wasn't put in certain circumstances I might not be proud of but I'm most certainly not ashamed of my past and I don't regret my childhood decisions. I was young, we all make mistakes and we all should learn from them and trust me I've learned from them.

I would never allow myself to go down that path again but that doesn't matter. What matters is even bigger than my past and it's even more important. The fact is that I can no longer think about me first, I'm no longer the priority in this story. In this life, my son, Jason is the priority and everything I've done, I've done it for him.

Let's go back a few spaces, I am a mother and I love my son deeply but because I had Jason in such a young age I didn't have the time to worry about going to college, getting a degree and getting a fancy job.

I had to grow up fast, when I was sixteen I was hanging out with the wrong crowd, but more about that later. I was with the wrong people and dating the wrong guy, I had a one-night stand and about two months later I found out I was pregnant.

My mother wasn't very excited about the fact that I had unprotected sex and got pregnant, in fact, she banished me from my home. I used to live in Mystic Falls with my mother, a small town girl with a small town life, rebelling against her mother's rules ever since my parents divorced.

I missed my father and I missed having someone around to actually talk to. My mother is a cop and she was never home and being a teenager home alone in a big house can sometimes drive you insane and makes you do stupid things.

Once I told my mom the big news and I was banished. She was so disappointed and angry with me that all I had left to do was pack my things and moved to Seattle with my father and his new husband, Joe. My parents were married for quite some time but after a couple of years my father decided to reveal to us the secret that he was in fact, gay.

It didn't take long before I got used to living with my gay father and his new husband. It fact, I loved being with them. I got settled in a new high school with new people but once I had the baby my father decided it was best for me to get home schooled to take care of baby Jason.

My father and Joe helped me a lot and I will be ever so thankful for their help when I was pregnant and had Jason. I will never forget their help, but a girls got to move out of her parents house and officially become a grown up.

I told my dad and Joe that I was accepted into a college in New York and was moving a year after I graduated form high school. Having a small job wasn't going to get Jason the life he actually deserved and Jason deserved everything. I hated having to ask my dad for money in order to buy Jason new things. He didn't deserve that and I wasn't excited I had to ask for money.

At 19 I worked at a small clothing store in the mall and that wasn't going to cut it for me so I began to do my research and I began to save up as much money as I could to leave town and do what I had planned.

New York, the city that never sleeps was going to get me the big money that I needed to give Jason everything and it did, and it still does.

And that's when we come to the present, what is this big secret that I have to keep that I needed to move from my dad and his husband.

Well take in a deep breath because I'm about to tell you, I, Caroline Forbes am a whore.

I have sex for money and I get paid a lot of money. Now don't start judging me because I'm being a whore and I have a kid. It might get complicated at times but I know what I'm doing. How do I know? It's because I've been doing this job for quite some time know.

I'm currently 22, I have been in New York for almost 3 three long years. Jason is now 6 years old and I how I love Jason at this age because it makes hiding this secret a little easier and gives me the privilege to get more clients during the day.

First thing is first, how do I keep it from my son. I mean I have sex with at least three to four men a day. On a good day I can get more but that's another story. Well that's easy as pie. Every morning I get up and wake up Jason and get him ready for school, being five and all he can finally begin first grade.

From six in the morning up until three in the afternoon Jason is in school and during that time I bring in my clients either to my home or where ever they have asked me to go and I have sex with them.

Now because I've been doing this job for such a long time, I have the privilege to charge a lot and I mean a lot of money and by the hour. I have set myself rules to keep this life a secret and most of all; everyone thinks I work at a law firm as a secretary.

A boring job never gets you questioned asked about how the day went and most of all about what I did, so I don't have to worry about what people will ask about my job and that's very important.

I make enough money to pay my bills and get everything Jason needs in his life and best of all I still have enough money to save up for when Jason gets older.

He is the love of my life and I need to get him every thing he needs and not make him wait for it. Some may say he is spoiled but I know that I don't want to give my son the life that I had when I was younger. It's a hard job, I've had to become not only the mother but I've also had to become the father.

One of my rules is that I don't work over the weekends unless it's getting me paid big time. For a lot of money, I will put everything on hold but if it's not enough to instantly make me squirm and make my panties wet by the amount I'm being offered, I stay home and spend time with my son.

Five days a week I become all men's fantasy and it's fun. For the right money everything is fun and I enjoy having sex, well sometimes. The job can get quite tricky to handle because some clients want to have over night stays at random hotels and I can't always leave Jason with a baby sitter but like always money makes me do things.

It's not the sex that calls the inside of me it's move that drive my insides wild and with the amount of money I get who would go wild?

My work phone rings and I leave the bed and quickly answer it. That's another rule always keep work and personal life separate, that's why I always keep with me two cell phone with two different ring tones. Know the difference and know when it's appropriate to pick up a phone call.

You can't let anyone from your personal life know who's calling or you can't let the people you're fucking know who's calling. You have to keep things in control and I've gotten very good at it.

"Hello," I answer the phone to Katherine, my agent.

"I've got someone perfect for you and he's on his way to your place." Katherine informs and I immediately roll my eyes.

"What time?" I ask, I always tell her to give me at least thirty minutes to get ready but when does Katherine ever listen to me? Basically never, she only listens to herself.

"He'll be there at noon," Katherine replies and I again roll my eyes.

"That's in fifteen minutes, Katherine," I almost yell at her.

"Well, I guess you better hurry. Shit, shave, and get dressed," and with that the bitch hangs up and I want to go over there and slap her life away but I don't.

Because Katherine is my agent I constantly have to hold my tongue when she does things like this to me because she gets me the best clients, most of the time she does and I can't complain that through out the whole time I've been doing this job I haven't gotten stuck with a psycho.

And to me, that's a very important thing to know; I need to be safe in order to stay alive to take care of Jason. If I ever did get stuck with a psycho who would be there to take her of him? I need to stay safe and Katherine knows that. It's one of the few things she respects about my rules.

Besides, there are rules I must follow for safety precautions the agency has taught us in order to stay safe and to most of all stay away from all the psychos. I go to the shower and take the quickest shower of my life and quickly start working on my make up.

I keep it simple and classy, but at the same you have to look like a vixen to them. Every client wants a different experience and it's best you figure that out as quickly as you can. Another thing you have to remind yourself is that you don't always get the kind of men you want but that doesn't matter as long as the pay continues to stay big.

Because I've been in this business for such a long time I get the privilege to charge for a much higher price than the women who are just not joining the agency. You also have weekly clients that over time begin to tip you more than newly clients that you get for the first time, like the man that's on his way right now.

I rush to my closet, which is divided into two part, one part Caroline and one part Ruby, my escort name.

Never tell the real clients you're real name, it's a strict no-no. You never want to tell the client anything about your personal life. During this job you want to get out as much as you can from the client and fulfill their every fantasy, not the other way around. The client doesn't want to know about you so it's always best to completely take yourself out of the equation.

I take out a pink and black lace bustier with a lacy thong and to cover up I pick out a black dress. I go back to the bathroom and make sure I do my hair, soft curls and go back to my closet to find the perfect black heels.

I have a very big place, which contains three rooms and two bathrooms. One room is Caroline's, the second is Ruby's and the third room is Jason's. I don't let any of my clients see the house except Ruby's room, the workroom, which is right next to their bathroom.

The rest of house is hidden from them and also gets hidden from Jason and any friends I do have that come over, but I'll talk about friends later. The bathroom dedicated for the clients if for them to shower when they get here, hygiene is very important.

The bathroom also contains deodorants, colognes, and oils they can use. I never wear any woman's deodorant or perfume when I am with a client, most of them are married or have girlfriends and in order for them to come back they can not smell like another woman.

If there's one thing I've learned from my terrible relationships is that cheating is never acceptable but who am I to judge a man who calls me for sex when their wife or girlfriend wont give it up to them? I for one don't do relationships and I will stay away from them for as long as I desire to.

After getting ready, I fix up my room, which has a king size bed with red satins sheets, the room is dark and has one big window, which brings in light. From that same room there's an entrance to the bathroom for the clients and there's also one set of couches, like a small living room for showcase.

The room is dark. Red and black themed every where, very seductive making my job a hell of a lot easier and it makes the clients, well most of them turned on.

The phone rings from downstairs to let someone in and I go straight to the hallway in the apartment to let the client inside the building. From what I can see in the small camera inside the house, he's not that bad looking but he's an older man.

I ring the man and open the door to let him in and when I get a closer look it's when I try hard to actually not giggle when I see the god standing in front of me. He might be an older man but he sure can get any girl he desires and I wonder why he would even call an escort.

He's tall, with bright burning blue eyes. He has dark brown hair with a few slight grey hairs. He has a nicely kept beard and is the same color of his hair consisting of a couple of grey hairs as well. He's wearing a grey suit with a light blue bottom up shirt and a navy blue tie. He has one bottom on his blazer together and he has black shoes on.

I try very hard not to fall on the floor right now and I bite my tongue and not say, "I love my job," out loud in front of this god.

I can't even wait to get him of his clothes, "Please, come in." I tell him while moving out of the entrance and let him in.

With such ease he smiles at me and nods as he enters my apartment. I walk behind him and show him the way to our room. He turns around and puts his hand inside his jacket and pulls out an envelope.

I take it and smile, "How about you take a shower?" I tell him.

"Of course," he replies and I almost faint with his husky deep voice and I want to figure out why this man is here.

"It's right through here," I explain and show him over to the bathroom. He closes the door and I go to the kitchen to count the money and call Katherine.

In order to stay safe, we must always contact Katherine when the client shows up. If we don't call at the time the client is supposed to be here she needs to make sure we answer her phone call and make sure we are all right.

"Hot right?" Katherine answers the phone call with.

I hold my tongue because I want to agree so badly but she is my boss and I'm not the type of girl that falls head over heels with a client.

"I thought you deserved it," Katherine continues before I even reply.

"I guess I must buy you dinner then?" I ask smirking trying hard not to laugh, "I got to go."

"Have fun with him, honey," Katherine replies and hangs up and I bite my tongue. Oh I will have fun.

I put the money away and go to my closet and take off my dress. Now another rule we escorts must keep in mind is that we have to figure out what the client wants as fast as you can and give it to him.

That's why he's here, to get something from you that he won't ask any one else or someone else isn't giving him. You have to give him what he wants beyond expectations. That's what brings them back and that's what gets you a lot of money and I am good at figuring out what they want.

I hear the bathroom door open and I await the god that is behind that door. He walks out of the bathroom and steps out in nothing but the red towel from the bathroom and my heart skips a beat when my eyes move down and I find his perfect abs still wet.

I take my out for him to reach and take, "Come with me," I whisper seductively and he nods. He reaches for my hand and I take him over to the bed.

Slowly, I take of his towel and let it drop to the ground. I stand in front of him, much closer than before and I reach up and begin to kiss him and move his body and lay him on the bed.

I make sure I have enough condoms on top of the bedside table and I take on and place it on his currently aroused shaft. "Tell me something you fantasize about?" I ask him as I place the condom.

I watch as his eyes sparkle and I can tell in that instance that he has plenty of ideas cooking inside that head of his but instead he doesn't tell me, "What are you talking about?"

I smirk because I know he's not telling me but I'm more than willing to make him open up to me.

"Tell me something that turns you on," I continue to ask him.

"Mmm. Watching you play with me," he replies.

"And where am I playing with you? In you office?" I ask him and I feel him harden under my fingertips and I immediately know what he likes.

Now, sometimes it's not as easy to find what a man likes with out having him opening up but this man right here he's the type of man that fantasizes about women that work for him doing dirty little things to his shaft.

For example, I bet he has daydreams about having sex with his secretary but because they're in a job environment, that would be wrong. Now in my room there are no rules, ever. We can be whomever we desire and I will be whatever he desires.

I release him and quickly get on top of him, "I'm your secretary," I begin and I look down at him and watch him moan.

"I came to your office because I need you to sign some paperwork for me but instead I lean over and show you my breast and throw everything off your desk to the floor and make you get on top of me," I tell him and I begin to kiss his chest and slowly let him enter me.

I feel him crumble under me and fall apart into pieces as he feels his hard shaft get adjusted inside me and before he even knows it I begin to move.

"You get on top of me and slowly begin to take my top off before we get interrupted. Together the arousal gets intense because we both know we could get caught any second because I left the door slightly open but you're no longer worried about that." I continue to paint the picture to him while I ride him faster.

He holds my waist and keeps me in place and I can slowly feel his ecstasy inside me and I know he's closer to finish. "Oh my, god." He moans loudly.

I smirk because I know I giving him what he wants and he digs his fingernails to my skin and I continue to move even faster and he helps me move.

"I'm about to…" he starts but he doesn't finish as he falls apart as he finds his release and I smile and lean down to him and kiss him softly.

A/N: So how was it? Don't forget to review, follow and favorite it means a lot you don't understand it and I hope you enjoyed it :D