Heeeello guys! Well this is a little plot that has been in my mind for a while so, there you go!
This is EXTREMLY AU so, this happens in a universe in which almost nothing from both of the series (DW & SDOACG) happened.
I'm so sorry for the shitty summary but I didn't have enough space D:
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Secret Diary of a Call Girl :c
Life as an escort is not easy.
You have to put up with all kinds of psychos and fetishists.
You have to be glamorous no matter where are you.
You have to have a sixth sense so you know when and who do you have to handle your card.
You have to have a good memory so you can remember what's what your regulars like and what don't.
You have to remember that they are not making love to you; you're just having sex, plainly fucking for money. Sometimes, you have to remember that to them.
You have to be like Superman and have a secret identity so your family don't freak out when they find out the kind of job you have.
So, following that analogy, Hannah Baxter was Belle du Jour Clark Kent's.
Nobody in her family knew what her job was about. Nobody except her sister, but that was okay because they were close, like Shiver and Shake close, and since the begging Hannah told her what she wanted to do and she had accepted it, she supported her when times had gotten hard and she even helped her make up a story when their parents had asked Hannah where did she worked in the Christmas dinner the year before she moved to London.
When she thought that the time had come, she asked her sister if she wanted to work with her.
"Come on! We could even live together in the city! You could leave that crappy old house that you have on this God-forbidden town and move with me! You have an idea of how much we could make together? And just think how cool is being paid –very, very well paid- just for having sex!"
But she had said 'Nope'. She told her how she was just fine with her actual job and her 'crappy old' house, how sex wasn't something casual for her, how she wanted to fall in love, marry and have kids, and how she didn't want to talk more about it. But, please, she was a professional in the old art of manipulation, her sister would agree sooner or later.
A month passed and all her plans had failed. She had tried every kind of mental game that usually worked with all the people that she knew and nothing had worked. Her dear sister didn't listen to her and she only had one last plan. It wasn't what you can call ethic, but, it was worth a shot.
She convinced her sister to visit her in London and after a week of begging and two trips to the mall with a grand total of $1500 worth in shoes and clothes, her sister finally agreed to a talk.
"Hannah, I won't be an escort." Her sister told her
"But PLEEEEEASE! Sis, I'm begging you! It would be perfect if we worked together! We have always been the dynamic duo and living by myself in the city is starting to get super lonely! And-and…" Her voice started to become a whisper as she ducked her head. "I miss you so much. I barely see you now. And, sometimes when a client gets tough or-or something happens, there's nobody I can call, even If I felt like shit, because a stupid asshole got to heat up in bed and started to tell me some horrible things, I got no-one to tell me how he was wrong, how I'm so much more than a whore, how everything's going to be fine now that Ben is no longer around." A single tear ran down through her face.
Her sister raised her hand and whipped it with her thumb as she lifted her head. She saw the kindred look on her face and the gentle smile in her lips.
"Hann, you have me okay? But, I'm not going to be an escort and I want that you have that clear"
Hannah was going to argue but her sister put a finger on her lips to shush her.
"No, let me finish. Maybe I'm not going to be an escort, but that doesn't mean that I'm not going to work with you. I'll move to London, I'll search an apartment in the building where you live, but in the meantime I'm going to stay at yours." She finished with a big grin on her face.
"YAY! Thank you so much! I love you, I love you, I love you!" Hannah screamed and hugged her sister with all her strength.
"Oh my God, Hannah! Calm down okay? You're going to suffocate me!" She said between laughs.
"Sorry sis, but if you said you won't be an escort, then how the hell are you gonna work with me?"
"Well," Her sister said with a smirk "I'll be your manager! I'll book your appointments, answer your phone, get you some clients and that kind of stuff!"
"Well, that's a good idea, but and your work?"
"Nah don't worry, my work has an office in London, I'll fix some things so I can be transferred to that one, and since I can do your management things with just a phone and a laptop, I'm going to be able to do it from work and from home."
"I see you have everything planned my dear and lovely sister! Now what do you say if we go and have something to eat, 'cause I didn't have breakfast and I'm starving, just let me check my agenda." Hannah pulled out a little notebook from her Praga purse and made a face when she opened it.
"What's wrong?"
"Ugh, I'm free 'till 7:00 pm, I've an appointment with this James Noble bloke that I wish I didn't have."
"Oh, come on Hannah, don't be mean, what's so bad about him?"
"Is not that I'm mean, but he's… weird. With most of my clients is easy you know? Both of us know that it's just… fucking, there are no emotions and that's completely fine and well, that's what I'm being paid for. But with him is different. He wants something different. He wants emotions and I think… that for him, it actually means something."
"Ohh, I see, so he has like, a crush on you?"
"I don't know, maybe. But anyway, probably you would discover that by yourself now that you're going to be my manager. Well sis, we have three hours, let's get going so we don't have to rush."
"Yup! You know? I have the perfect place to eat! Let's go!"
"No, I know what you want to eat and I'm not going to let you feed me that. Let's go to that restaurant two blocks from here."
"Ow, but what's wrong with chips?"
"Everything! God, I knew you would want to eat that."
Her sister laughed aloud and put a teasing smile
"And tell me, Belle du Jour, how would you know that?"
"Because," Her twin sister said, "You're predictable Rose Tyler."
Well this is it for the first chapter, please forgive me if it's shitty, but I haven't wrote something that wasn't Doctor Who, sooo yup! Please, review and tell me what do you think! It really would mean the world to me if you did :D
