She stood at the corner of the pawn shop. Her mother's old wedding ring in her hand. It has been passed down for six generations. But Liz had been shot during a robbery. She stayed alive in the hospital for four days before she finally succumbed to death. Liz had left a $90,000 hospital bill. The funeral had been covered by insurance. The mortgage and utilities added up to $1500 a month. And Caroline didn't know what to do. She was just out of high school. Didn't have a job. And she had too much pride to even let her friends know that anything was wrong. So she stood on the side of the road, trying to decide if selling the wedding ring was worth it.
As she was debating, a Mercedes with tinted windows pulled up next to her. A large black man with black baggy clothes exited the car and walked up beside her. "What's a pretty girl like you doing here?" the man asked. Caroline normally didn't like strangers. But this man seemed friendly. She got good vibes. And if her mother taught her anything, it was to trust her intuition. "Trying to figure out if I really should be selling a personal item." Was her response. She smiled at the man. He looked like he was having an inner debate. "So you need money then?" he asked while looking her over. "Doesn't everyone?" She replied with a small laugh. The man took a deep breath. "Well, I think I have a proposition for you. . . "
Sex. That man was looking for some two-bit hooker. She was not a prostitute and never would be. Funny thing was, it wasn't even for him. He worked for someone. He had been sent to find a girl for his "Master". But the pay. . . She had almost gone with him right then. $1000 a night. She would only have to "work" for two nights a month and she would have all of her expenses paid. How bad would that really be? She had gotten drunk at parties before and hooked up with strangers. At least she would be getting something out of this. So with that thought in mind, she pulled out the car and gave the man a call.
It was eight thirty at night. She didn't really know how to dress. So she pulled on a black, lace bra and panty set. She put on her green, silk off the shoulder dress. And she put on a belt a little below her boobs. She pulled on her black heals. Her makeup was flawless. She never needed to use much. She heard a car horn. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the house and into the awaiting car.
She was led by Ron (The black man) into an enormous estate. It looked like there were seven stories. The driveway alone had to have been a mile long. White pillars graced the entrance to the home. And when Ron opened the front doors, it was almost like she was in a fairytale. A massive staircase stood before her. And on that staircase was a young man with devilishly messy dark hair and piercing blue eyes. As he walked towards her, she noticed his dark jeans and gray V-neck tee shirt. He fit in perfectly with the surroundings. They were both breath taking. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he held out his hand. "My name is Kol," He said with a slight smirk. "If you would just follow me this way. . ." Where their arms touched, she felt a burning and had to hold in a gasp. This was going to be a long night.
Ok so I basically dreamed this. And I thought I would make it into a story for all of you wonderful people. At this time, I don't really know if Kol or Klaus is her endgame. So maybe later on, you could let me know your opinion on that. I haven't actually seen Kol in weeks, so I might need to start looking up pictures. Anyway, next chap is a sex scene. So don't read if it makes you uncomfortable. I warned you. Basically, there is a sex scene in my other story also. I'm not sure which one will be updated first. I do believe it will be this one though. Just because I dreamed it already. So it just needs to be written down. Thanks for the read!