1"Can I help you sir?"

Richard B. Riddick looked up into the light brown eyes of a buxom brunette who had just arrived behind a makeshift counter.

"I'm looking for something specific." He spit out gruffly.

The brunette nodded, bringing up her computer. "Yes sir, we do that...what are you looking for?"

Riddick paused, adjusting his goggles on his eyes. He slid his tongue out, dancing it across his lips.

"Petite. Blonde, shortish hair. Has to answer to the name Jack, but she cannot speak. If she looks good, she can face me...if not she must remain with her back to me. She has to be in boy clothes... boxers and a wife-beater preferably. The room must be dark and remain dark." The brunette nodded, looking through her computer. She chewed on a piece of her curly hair, scanning the pages with her eyes. Finally she nodded.

"I've got a girl for you...she matches the description, Kyra...her name is. She's fairly new. She's chosen a safety word...if she says it you must stop. She does not do oral. Do you want to see her?"

Riddick paused. No blow jobs? That was strange for a prostitute...even a newbie. But he hardly ever got one, and never from his Jack girls. He shook his head, he didn't need to see her...that's what the dark was for. The brunette nodded and punched something into her keypad. The door beside Riddick slid open and a tiny girl stepped out and over to the counter. The brunette turned to Riddick.

"Will you be staying the whole night, or just a few hours?" She asked, as she reached for his credit chip.

"The whole night." He responded gruffly. Why leave a warm bed? She nodded, scanned his chip and handed it back. "Kyra's safety word is Monster." Riddick looked up and nodded. "Mya here will show you to the room." The brunette nodded towards the tiny girl, who never looked up, just slipped through the same door she had came out of without looking back. Riddick followed her as she walked through numerous hallways and around several corners until she reached room 323. She stopped out front of this room, knocked, then turned and left the same way she had just led him. Riddick watched her go, wondering how someone so young had became so down trodden. He sighed, opening the door, stepping in and closing it behind him.

The room was dark. He removed his goggles, slipping them off and into the pocket of his cargos. He kneeled down and began untying and removing his boots. He heard a rustle and glances up, studying the girl who had just entered through a different door, and plopped onto the bed. She was small... barely legal, if she was even legal... she was tiny...no...she was the perfect size. Her hair was light and just barely past her ears, and the features on her face... gawd... this girl was the best yet. He growled in anticipation. She froze, turning completely stock still. He chuckled.

"Don't worry Jack, its just me kid...it's just Riddick." He watched as her jaw dropped, but she quickly caught herself and turned around, back to him like he'd ordered.

"No... no...you're okay, you can face me." He watched her take a deep breath, then slowly turn to face him. She was in a pair of big guys boxers, and a white wife-beater. Her breasts were bigger than the Jack he had left, but surprisingly that added to her appeal. He reached down and pulled his black t-shirt off over his head, laying it beside his boots. He then stepped forward, quickly taking her in his arms, burying his face in her neck. His senses were playing tricks on him, she even smelled the same as his Jack. He began kissing, sucking and nibbling around her jugular vein. He loved the way he could feel her blood coursing under his lips. She moaned beneath his caresses as he spread his hands out on her back, pulling her against him roughly.

"Jack..." He whispered, pulling back from her and pulling her shirt over her head. He tossed it in some corner of the room, then brought his hands up and around her waist. He could touch his thumbs to his middle fingers, he was sure, if he just tried. Instead, he lifted her up, burying his face in her breasts. Soon she took the hint, wrapping her legs around his waist. She rested her hands on his shoulders, tilting her head back, moaning loudly as he started lavishing her breasts with the same treatment her neck had just received. She ran her hands over his bald head, tightening her legs around his waist when he began to suck on her nipples. After a few moments he moved back to the edge of the bed, laying her down upon it. He ripped off her boxers, then peeled his own pants down and off his body. Slowly he climbed on her, and glanced down at her face. What he saw made him freeze. Fear, coupled with desire...with want...for him. Fear...he was used to seeing that on girls faces, but desire... he'd never seen that on the face of a brothel girl... in fact...he hadn't seen that on the face of any girl in about five years. Shaking that image from his brain, he thrust into her. However, seeing her face made him thrust a little softer than he normally would have.

Still, her eyes got huge. She let out a low groan, and wrapped her arms around him. He began thrusting harder and faster, and to his total suprise, she started thrusting her hips against his, matching him thrust for thrust. He bent down, taking one of her nipples in his mouth and swirled his tongue against it. She arched her back, moaning louder, then a moment later she climaxed around him. With that he took one last hard thrust and rested inside of her, climaxing harder than he could ever remember climaxing.

He caught himself before dropping his entire weight on her, then buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck...Jack..." He groaned, rolling off to the side. This Jack laid on her back, panting softly, a look of surprise on her face. Riddick reached over, gently rubbing her stomach, then down to her thigh. If he smiled, he would be smiling now.

A few minutes later, this Jack got up and began gathering up her things, Riddick scooted back up on the bed, settling against the pillows, as she walked past him to get her things he grabbed her arm, pulling her around to face him.

"Will you stay with me?" Riddick had never asked this of anyone, he didn't really understand why he was asking her now...nor did he expect her to say yes. In fact, now that he had asked he hoped she said no...he had no clue what to do if she did stay, and Riddick's liked being in control of the situation.

She looked at him, studying his face. Slowly she nodded, then walked away, folding up her clothes. She slipped into the bed beside him a moment later, laying on her side, facing him. Slowly he slid under the covers, facing her. She smiled up at him a little, then slid closer to him, snuggling to his side. He studied her form, studied the feel of her soft curves snuggled against him in a non sexual manner... he sort of liked it... Slowly, cautiously, he slid his arm out, wrapping it around her. She snuggled closer, closing her eyes, resting her head against his chest. He could feel her breathing become more even as she fell asleep. Gently he rolled onto his back, pulling her against him. She complied, even though she was fast asleep, resting her head on his chest and shoulder, her hand found its way to his stomach, and as she settled, her leg moved up, laying on his. She sighed softly in her sleep, making soft mming sounds, snuggling closer to him. As strange as it was, he sort of liked it. For the first time, he wanted to see one of his Brothel Jack's again. He laid there, watching her sleep for a long time, and eventually fell asleep himself.