Dirty Ambitions
Quick Note: This chapter contains heavy sexual content. This pairing was requested by Gemini Artemis. I hope the story I created lives up to your expectations.
The nightly life of New York City was always a busy one, even in the midst of winter.
Car alarms were going off, dogs were barking, cats were meowing... the usual.
Then there are quiet activities in the streets. A man was getting mugged, a woman was being kidnapped; But that's to be expected in the hustle and bustle of this city.
But this story covers none of which is mentioned. This story in particular is about a lone prostitute. A young, somewhat portly woman was in the midst of pleasuring a valued customer.
Amethyst was on her knees at the foot of a bed, her tongue working skillfully over the vaginal folds of her customer, her arms hooked under the legs around her head. She could hear and feel her customer moan and tug at her hair. Amethyst didn't blame her. She was just that good at eating pussy.
Soon enough, Vidalia was arching her back, a silent scream escaping her as her orgasm ran through her body. Amethyst thirstily drank from the flowing flower, enjoying the sweet nectar.
Amethyst wore a pair of jeans and a black tank top, though the top was pulled low to reveal her plump breasts. She also had a purple sweater, but that was discarded to the side. Vidalia, currently trying not to die of pleasure, was in just a leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders, the rest of her clothes strewn across the floor.
Now, this prostitute was 'lone' because she only worked for herself.
Amethyst used to have a pimp, but she left him. All he wanted to do was fuck her, and when she wouldn't allow it, he smacked her across the face. Let's just say that he probably won't be having kids after that. That was just fine with Amethyst, anyway. When she worked for that prick, she had mostly male customers. Sperm didn't taste nearly as good to her as the gourmet in her face right now.
This was the life to Amethyst. She was able to enjoy the taste of sweet, womanly flowers, "take care" of herself afterwards, and the pay was still plenty to live off of. Well, not really. The pay was actually shit.
Still, Amethyst would rather be barely living doing what she liked than be comfortable doing what she hated. But that's beside the point.
Vidalia's breath was low and ragged, her chest heaving as she covered her eyes with an arm. Amethyst always had this effect on the woman. She pulled away from between Vidalia's legs, locking her fingers together and raising them in a stretch.
"Was I as good as ever, babe?"
Vidalia chuckled, her laugh throaty. She was out of breath, taking a few seconds to actually speak. "Fuck. Yes."
Amethyst smirked. "Glad to hear it. You got one of my favorite cunts to munch on."
Amethyst waited a few more minutes, pulling her top over her breasts to cover them while Vidalia caught her breath. It was fun watching her clients writhe under her administrations, especially when they were so out of breath and sweaty afterwards. Sure, getting paid was nice, but knowing that she could do such a thing boosted her ego immensely.
Vidalia finally caught her second wind, slowly sitting up from the bed she laid on. She stood up, making her way around the bed to her purse, which sat on a nightstand. "God, you're worth every penny. I mean, fuck, man..."
"I'd better be." Amethyst said, chuckling as she took a seat on the bed after collecting her sweater from the floor. "I don't make a living on this for being an amateur."
Vidalia turned back around from her purse, holding out five, twenty dollar bills for Amethyst to take, which she did.
"And you're sure you don't want me to fuck you for once?" Vidalia asked, bending to pick her clothes up from the floor, getting dressed. "I know you're a whore for hire, but still; you're my friend, too."
"Nah, thanks though." Amethyst pocketed her money, leaning back on the bed afterwards, her arms propping her up. "My fingers work just fine, for me."
"What, you don't have any toys?"
Amethyst shook her head. "Nope. I'm all natural."
Vidalia had put on her underwear and jeans, deciding to just zip up her jacket to cover her breasts. She sat beside Amethyst, slipping her boots on her feet.
"I swear, Amethyst, if I didn't know you, I'd think you were a virgin."
"Heh, yeah. You'd think so."
Truth be told, Vidalia didn't hit too far from the bulls-eye.
Amethyst grew up an orphan. She was abandoned on the doorstep of a random building by her parents and was taken to an orphanage by the family she was left with. Sadly, no one seemed to want her.
Amethyst was an outcast, the black sheep, so to speak. This had a negative effect on her character, which caused her to act rambunctious and childish, even in her teen years. Eventually, she just left on her own. Though she was well fed in the orphanage for most of her life, she preferred the life on the road. She hitchhiked, sneaked her way onto city buses, even did a few odd chores for people in return for staying the night at their place. That's just how Amethyst liked to live: free and unchained by any social standards. This went on for a couple of years until she arrived in New York at nineteen years old, where she had felt as if she found a home. The city was easy to navigate for one that was used to traveling for so long, and there was always something new to experience here. It was also where she found out what she loved to do most: exchange pleasure for money.
The pimp that found Amethyst seemed nice at first. He offered her the job that she has now, and showed her what to do on a few eighteen to nineteen year old virgins that were eager to have their first blow. She found this enjoyable, until she had her first female customer. Oddly enough, it was Vidalia. She was a good client to the pimp, who also seemed to be her lover. His name is Marty.
When Marty introduced the two, Amethyst and Vidalia had an instant connection. Not one of romance, not at all. Their connection was more along the lines of "fuck buddy best friends." Of course, Amethyst was the only giver. She'd never once allowed Vidalia to pleasure her, no matter how much she wanted to. It was just how she wanted it to be, and she was happy with it.
Then Marty got cocky. He thought that since Amethyst enjoyed her job so much, he deserved a little more... compensation for introducing her to the lifestyle of prostitution. When Amethyst refused, well, what happened has already been mention.
Amethyst told what happened to Vidalia, and she dumped Marty on the spot. Vidalia offered that Amethyst come to live with her in her apartment, but Amethyst refused. She liked living on her own terms.
This brings us to where our story begins. Amethyst still lived on her own, in the cheapest apartment she could find. When she needed a bit of extra cash, she offered to do chores for some people in the streets. Most refused, but the ones that did accept Amethyst's offer paid handsomely, at least enough for her to live comfortably for a week or two. She hung out with Vidalia when she had some free time, and when Vidalia required her "assistance," she was always sure to pay Amethyst well.
Amethyst was standing outside of Vidalia's door, waving goodbye to her friend. As Vidalia closed her door, Amethyst made her way down the street in the direction of her own home.
In the slums of New York, where Amethyst lived, everybody knew her. She was greeted by many friendly faces, all of which never once asked Amethyst for her services. Pearl waved from her place at the outdoor soup kitchen she was volunteering at, and Amethyst walked over to stand beside her friend. Pearl was wearing a long sleeved, yellow sweater and blue jeans, an apron over her shoulders.
"Hey P, how are things going?" Amethyst asked
"Oh, splendid!" Pearl exclaimed, scooping some vegetable soup into a bowl and serving it to the next person in line. "We have plenty of food today, like we've had for the last few weeks. Oh Greg, how are you?"
After the man Pearl had first served took his portion and left, a stoutly man walked up to the booth, a small child standing beside him and holding onto his hand. He was in a green turtleneck, and the boy beside him was in a red jacket. They both had pants, the father wearing khakis while his son wore jeans. Greg took the bowl of hot soup that Pearl offered him, bending down to give the food to his son. Normally Greg would refuse Pearl's offer, but after several other times, Greg felt it best to just give up. Pearl wanted to feed Steven whenever she could.
"Careful Steven. It's hot, okay?"
Steven graciously took the bowl. "Thank you." He said quietly, gently blowing on the soup.
Greg stood up to answer Pearl. "I'm doing well, thanks. This place has really gotten a lot more lively. More people are happy, more people are fed; it's a miracle."
"Yes, it is." Pearl shot a quick glance to Amethyst, who was on her knees and speaking to Steven. The boy's smile was wide, and his laughter was pure harmony to Pearl's ears.
Amethyst was a wonder. Pearl found it hard to believe that this girl, this prostitute had done so much for this part of the city. Amethyst didn't gain anything, she didn't even want to gain anything for her actions. She made Steven happy when Pearl couldn't, she used her hard earned money to help sustain the soup kitchen, even gave Greg some money to buy himself and his son some winter clothing, even though he was the husband of a landlord and made his own money performing in the streets.
Amethyst was the purest being that Pearl had ever met, yet her job was of the most impure circumstances. Amethyst pat Steven's head before returning to Pearl's side, laying a couple of twenties on the booth beside the pot.
"Here's something for you. This should get you a bunch of cans for next week."
"Amethyst, please. You've done plenty enough for us already. We have plenty of rations to last us the next month, let alone the next week."
"But.."
"Yeah, we'll be fine." Greg said, ruffling Steven's hair as he put a spoonful of the soup in his mouth. "Really, Amethyst, treat yourself once in a while. You deserve a day off more than any of us."
Amethyst couldn't help but smile, taking back the money she put down. "Thanks guys. I need to pay my rent anyway."
"You know that Rose doesn't- " Greg started, but Amethyst interrupted him.
"I know, Greg. But I have my job for a reason."
Greg sighed, nodding reluctantly. "Alright. Good luck telling my wife that, though."
Amethyst chuckled, waving to her friends in turn as she turned and continued her walk toward her apartment.
This was what Amethyst enjoyed. Seeing the happy faces on the faces of the people she met, the people she did chores for, the people who were generous enough to give her a ride, and even the people she 'serviced' as part of her job. She loved seeing the genuine smiles on their faces when she engaged them in conversation. She listened to their problems, gave them a shoulder to cry on, and all the while, she enjoyed being there.
The people in this world were so significant, so special in their own way. Amethyst felt this about herself as well, but in a different way. She felt that she was on this planet to take pain away from the people she encountered, and she's been doing just that.
As she neared the apartment complex, Amethyst was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw Garnet, clad in her officer uniform, except for the hat. Garnet hated that hat.
"Hello Amethyst. Where have you been all day?" Garnet questioned.
"Oh, you know, places." Amethyst chuckled while Garnet questioned her. Garnet had threatened her with jail time before, but that didn't stop her from doing her job.
Garnet put a hand on her hip, a sigh escaping her lips. "Listen. I like that you're so kind to everyone here, that you help them, but I can't protect you for much longer. We arrested Marty."
Amethyst would have found this information to be rather joyful, under different circumstances. But she knew what this meant for her.
"He was our main priority, but now he's gone. Everyone in New York knows about you. Please don't let me catch you on a corner."
"Yeah..." Amethyst nodded, rubbing the back of her head. "Yeah, Garnet. Thanks for telling me."
That was all Garnet needed to say. She turned and made her way up the street, toward her police car parked nearby. Seems like she was waiting on Amethyst to show up for a while.
Amethyst could hardly believe this. She'd have to be extremely careful now. Shaking her head, she started her way toward her apartment complex, meeting no more interruptions.
Amethyst knocked on the door of a separate building beside the complex, where Rose's office and living space was. Rose opened the door from the other side, her eyes shining in delight when she saw who was at the door.
"Oh Amethyst, come in, come in. I have some tea brewing in the kitchen." Rose offered, stepping to the side to allow Amethyst to pass.
Amethyst smiled and stepped inside, nodding to Rose in thanks. "Thanks Rosy."
The place was rather modest, despite Rose's wealth. She wasn't rich by any means, but she had plenty enough money to live comfortably. At the very least, Amethyst thought the landlady could afford a flat screen T.V rather than the box television in front of her and the couch she occupied after entering the building. At least it was big. Pictures of Rose and her family adorned the walls, and a small coffee table was in the middle of the living room. It was a nice place. Not glamorous, but nice.
Rose came back from the kitchen, her long brunette hair pulled up into a messy and hurried ponytail, holding a platter of tea cups and a teapot. Amethyst thought that her host looked rather attractive. If only she wasn't married, maybe Amethyst would be able to get between those gorgeous legs.
Rose placed the tea on the coffee table, pouring Amethyst a cup of tea. Rose handed the cup to her, who took it with a thanks.
"It's hot, so be careful. Blow it if you have to."
"Doesn't look like a dick to me." Amethyst joked, causing Rose to laugh as she poured her own tea, taking a seat beside her guest.
"You know what I mean. I thought you stopped taking male clients anyway."
Amethyst took a sip from her drink, sighing as the warmth spread through her. She set her cup on the coffee table before answering Rose. "I did. Doesn't mean I can't joke about it."
Rose laughed, struggling to keep her own tea from spilling as she did so. "That's true."
"Oh, I forgot." Amethyst dug in her pocket, pulling from it the twenties that she earned from Vidalia. Rose shook her head at the sight of the money.
"Amethyst, you've done enough for me already. You don't have to pay rent, I've told you this."
"I know, but hear me out." Amethyst started, laying the money on the coffee table. "I don't want any special treatment, okay? Just because I help out around hear doesn't mean I shouldn't pay rent like anybody else with a job and an apartment." Rose opened her mouth to protest, but Amethyst cut her off. "Just take the fucking money, Rose. Please?"
Rose arched an eyebrow, a smirk curling at her lips. "...was that a pun?" The two laughed together, and Rose reluctantly took Amethyst's payment. Though, she only took eighty dollars and left Amethyst a twenty for herself. "Use that to feed yourself, at the very least.."
Amethyst nodded reluctantly, taking the money. "Alright. I could go on a diet, though. I dunno how I'm so fat with how little I eat."
"Please, you're not fat at all." Rose scoffed. "You've got all the right curves in all the right places. Don't you dare think otherwise."
Amethyst's word of 'thanks' was interrupted by a knock at the door. Rose set her cup of tea on the coffee table, standing from the couch to greet the person at her door. Opening it revealed a pale looking woman. She was blonde, and her hair seemed to be in a rather triangular shape. She wore a green hoodie, her hands in its pockets. Her sweatpants were also green, as well as her shoes. Even her glasses had a green rim to them. Amethyst's first impression was that the Hulk jizzed all over her clothes.
Rose greeted the newcomer with enthusiasm, as she usually did. She was just the type of woman to be that nice. "Oh hello! How can I help you."
The blonde girl bit her lip, obviously not used to being greeted like this. She took a deep breath before speaking.
"Is Amethyst here? I'd like to... hire her."
"Over here, dude."
Rose stepped out of the way so that the newcomer could get a clear look at the one she was looking for. The blonde just stared at first. She looked... different, than what people described her as. A small blush on her face, she cleared her throat.
"Hello. My name is Peridot."
Author's Note:
Yes, another alternate universe where the gems are human. I really like writing stories like this, because it gives me so much more to work with. I like sticking to the plot when writing about the actual Crystal Gems, so that doesn't give me a lot of options. I envy the people that can do what I can't. xD Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of "Dirty Ambitions." I'm always excited to write something new for you guys. And thanks again to Gemini Artemis. If she didn't request this Amedot story, I might not have thought this up, and I enjoy writing it immensely. As always, so long for now.
PS: This chapter has been edited to fit my current style of writing. I hope it's better for you guys.
