AN: I'm not gonna be that kind of author who has like 50 stories and never uploads, I promise!!! This idea has been on my mind for a week now, so I NEEDED to write it down!!
Warnings: mature subject matter, cursing, violence, yaoi!
Disclaim: …do I really need one of these?
Summary: "Just because I'm a stripper, does that mean I have to be a slut? Am I honestly a bad person for being poor? I have feelings. So tell me, what am I?"
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I was walking around in downtown LA, trying to find my latest customer. It was around midnight, so I had to find someone eventually. I was dressed up in my usual outfit: a see through tank top and booty shorts along with some converse shoes. It wasn't really slutty, but you still got the message. I saw this red-haired man smoking in an ally. I approached him in my sexiest, most lust-filled voice.
"Hey, sexy. I get paid for cheap: 45 dollars a half-hour. (1)" He looked up at me through the cigarette smoke. He exhaled and threw the fag on the ground, stepping on it and leaning back on the ally wall.
"Tell ya what, kid. I'll pay you for…3 hours. Got it memorized?" I nodded enthusiastically. That was 270 bucks in cash!
"Then let's go, shall we?" He put his hands in his pockets and lead me to what I assumed would be his car. I was correct; we walked up to a red Mustang. I gaped at it and then shut my mouth, catching on to my rudeness.
He smirked. "The name's Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?"
I nodded and smirked back. I could play his game. "Roxas. R-O-X-A-S. Do you got it memorized?" He laughed heartily. We got in the car and he started to drive.
. . .
When we stepped out, I was greeted by the sight of a fancy-looking apartment complex. I realized that this guy had to have been rich, or at least well-off. He took off his coat, a long trench-coat-looking-thing, and placed it around me.
"To keep everyone's eyes off you" he said. I smiled and nodded, ready to go to his room. He led me to the elevator, where we presumed to go up to the 13th floor.
"Room 8?" I asked. It seemed out of place. Shouldn't it be more like room 800?
"They randomly assign room numbers, I guess. Never asked." I swallowed and nodded. I actually didn't like doing this. Being a stripper, I mean. It was a good thrill, and good money, but it seemed wrong. But I am desperate. I need to survive. He grasped my hand and led me over to the couch. I figured this was where we start. He got out the money and handed it over. I knew I could trust this handsome man.
"So, how do you like it?" I asked. He laughed loudly.
"Roxas," he said, "I'm not going to fuck you." I bent my head, confused. Then what was I here for? He obviously read my mind.
"I just didn't want to see your pretty face all sad if I pushed you away. I felt bad, okay? I just wanna…talk."
I let my mouth open in surprise. So, he was paying me, but for no real reason? Well then let's talk!
"O…kay... What do you want to talk about?" He thought for a moment.
"Let's start with the basics. We know each other's names…what's your age?"
I blinked. "19. You?" He blanched.
"19? Are you nuts? That's no life for a kid! …I'm 22."
"Kid?! You're only 3 years older than me!" He shook his head.
"That's old enough. Why do you do what you do? Prostitution, that is."
I shuddered. I really didn't want to tell him why. I averted my eyes and drew up my feet.
"I don't want to tell you just yet…maybe later." This was suitable enough for Axel, I guess. He shrugged.
"Okay. I'm a lawyer. For the people. I work for the LA Police Department here in town. You'd be surprised with the things people are convicted of. They say I'm the best lawyer in town. And, yes, I'm totally being modest." He rubbed the back of his head, and I chuckled along with him.
"That's nice" I said. And it was the truth, too. No wonder he's so rich. I looked at the clock. 2 more hours. I actually wished to stay longer, but I knew I couldn't. Why would this Axel want to keep a whore around? It wasn't until Axel touched my shoulder that I realized I had been thinking for too long.
"You okay, Roxas? Something wrong?" I decided to just tell him.
"I was just thinking about how I just made a friend...by being bought by him. And we probably won't see each other ever again." I looked away in embarrassment. He blinked.
"Roxas, where do you live?" I gasped. He didn't even call me any names.
"I-I am…homeless as of now." He shook his head then looked down at his shoes. I hope he's thinking about something good.
"Homeless…hey, do you think you'd be interested in staying with me for a month?"
I gasped. That'd be…that'd almost be 19,000 dollars! Was he actually serious?!
"A-Axel…we don't even hardly know each other! And that's…that's a lot of money!"
He sighed. "If you don't want to, then-"
I interrupted, "NO! I do want to; I was just…are you sure?" I looked at him.
"Yeah," he said, "I need a new best friend anyways."
I blushed. Best friend? Man, I hope this isn't a mistake.
I smiled at him. "Sure thing then."
He smiled back. "And the deal is done. Now I shall eat your soul!"
I raised an eyebrow before he tackled me, tickling my ribs and armpits. I laughed until I cried, remembering the phrase "uncle." I yelled "uncle!" at him until he stopped. I sat on the cream carpet, gasping for breath as like Axel.
"What…*pant* was that…*pant* for?" I was panting for breath.
"You looked ticklish. I just thought I'd test myself to see if I was right."
"Axel," I stared, "you are so weird."
He laughed obnoxiously. "Only known me for 3 hours and you already think I'm crazy. You sure are a riot, kid."
I huffed. "Don't call me kid!"
He smirked. "Sure thing...kid."
"AXEL!" I pounced on hit and tickled him almost as fiercely as he had tickled me 5 minutes earlier. We stopped, breathless yet again, after Axel grabbed both hands in a fit of 'mercy'. I laid on my back, Axel sprawled out next to me, our chests rising and falling in sync. He looked over to me.
"Rox?"
"Yeah?"
"Your face is really read." I rolled my eyes.
"Duh."
"..Do you know how cute that makes you?"
I blushed, making my face redder and in turn becoming *cough* cuter.
He laughed and kissed my cheek. I thought that was strange. No one has ever kissed me on the cheek like that. It felt…nice. I hid my happiness and raced after him to his room, where he was already taking his shirt off. I blushed then turned to hide my beet face. He looked over his shoulder at me.
"You can sleep in here with me tonight, if you want. Borrow some of my PJs in the top drawer." I nodded reluctantly and got some pajama bottoms that were soft and black with little fames up the side.
Axel was wearing nothing but boxers. I decided to keep my tank top on and got under the blankets with Axel.
"G'night, Roxas."
"Goodnight."
I turned away from him. This experience was o new, yet so wonderful. Was this wrong? I didn't know, but I was already a prostitute, so it can't be that bad (if it is wrong). But I had a lurking feeling in my stomach. I ignored it as I fell into a sweet slumber.
The next day was going to be eventful, that's for sure.
AN:
I am not a stripper or a prostitute (obviously), so I have no clue if this is realistic or not. But it is a fair sum of money for a month worth, eh?
I hope you like it! I have an idea for a RokuSo and a AkuSo fanfic too but I'll do those later.
I have another story too. It starts out as RokuNam (?) but is really (you guessed it!) AkuRoku in the long-run.
I will put summaries and let you guys review and pick which one to put up next.
Engaged
Roxas is marrying Namine, the love of his life since college, in 3 weeks. He bumps into a peculiar stranger one day in New York, a stranger that is…well, strange. What will happen?! And is Axel a stalker, or a very lucky guy? (bad summary :P)
Worlds Apart (RokuSo)
Roxas and Sora are combined in KH2, but now after KH2 in our modern time, what happens when their worlds collide? (not a story where they spontaneously have KH flashbacks… :P)
Torn
"Roxas is gone? I loved him!" "Me too." All we have left now is… each other. Why is life being torn apart?! (bad summary AGAIN) AkuSo
Dammit woman, just update your other stories!!!!!!
Just review a number(: