Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated to High School Musical. All that is written is purely fictitious.
Summary: To women, she's their inspiration. To men, she's their one night only. But for only one man in New York, she is so much more.
Lola
-Prologue-
New York, New York.
January 1st 2005.
Midnight.
As her stiletto pumps clicked on the snowy sidewalk, she could no longer hear the hearty celebrations from those in Times Square, having walked straight past it nearly 15 minutes ago. That's how loud it was in New Year's. No time was lost when it came to big celebrations in New York. People got drunk, had sex, and woke the next morning with no memory of it all. It was natural in New York, though.
She bundled her satin, purple pea coat closer around her body as a wind chill blew threw her luscious curls. It was quite chilly, even chillier than it should be for New York. She was hoping she was getting closer to her destination. A few men she passed whistled her way and thrust their drunken body in her direction. Women she passed merely stared her up and down with jealous and sneer expressions.
She was used to the stares. She'd gotten these stares for the past 6 years and had gotten used to them ever since. She didn't do anything about it. She simply ignored it. Although, there were times where she would get off temper, which would cause major trouble. And with the way she lived her life, she couldn't afford or spare herself for that kind of trouble.
She finally reached her destination, stopping at the front of the steps where there was a simple velvet rope lined with a few men and a security guard with sunglasses on that hid his eyes that told barely any story to hide what kind of person he was. She knew him all too well.
He looked down at her through his sunglasses, smirking slightly. "Lola."
"Michael." She winked at him as he let her through the double doors and passed the neon sign above that read "Big Daddy's".
She walked into a dim-lighted space with scattered, small tables with two or three chairs around them. On every table, there was an ash tray for cigarettes and cigars. One bottle of SKY vodka was next to the ashtray, just in case. Of course, it was always accompanied with another bottle by the end of the night. On the other side of the room, there was a long bar that was pure countertop marble with a dark tint to it. There was a long row of barstools in front of the counter and rows and rows of alcohol and liquor behind the bar. You could name any kind of alcoholic substance and they would have it. If they didn't, they would order it. The management served to please-all for money.
And directly in the middle of the dark purple floor was a stage shaped in a giant "T". Mini lights were set around the edge of the stage, blinking by the second. A black curtain was set in the background. At the end of the stage in the center of the horizon was a metal pole going to the ceiling to the floor of the stage-mainly reserved for those who were meant to be up there.
She walked straight passed the stage, clutching onto her jacket as she waved to familiar people. She reached a door labeled "Private" and locked it shut. She came to face to face with an empty room that had sheer, red curtains covering a circular full bed with matching covers and pillows. She turned on the light, where it did the complete opposite and dimmed the room to give it a passionate, sexy feel.
She smirked when she immediately heard a knock behind her. She opened it and popped out her hip slowly. She took a quick look at the person before her.
It was a man, probably not much older than 30. He had a military cut and a strong build that was hidden beneath a blue button up and black pants. He stared at her with lust in his eyes as he began unbuttoning the shirt.
"And you are?" She questioned, bringing him in and shutting the door with the lock.
"David. What do they call you?" He held his hands at her hips.
"They call me Lola." She turned him around and pushed him down onto the bed with the curtains opening. She removed her coat to reveal a lace, sheer lingerie top that exposed her stomach and chest. There was a matching thong, as well. She kicked off her stiletto pumps and straddled his hips.
"Let's get one thing straight." She removed his belt and shirt, tossing it to the floor haphazardly. "You don't treat me like a hooker or a stripper. I'm neither." After removing his jeans and boxers then her own underwear, she clutched his penis. This caused him to lurch forward. "This is much more."
He simply nodded and let her do all the work as she rode his body with force, letting her be in control. Usually when it came to sex, men were the ones who were in control.
This wasn't so in her world. Her world was much different than those who went to their own homes and did whatever they did. In her world, she was in control. She was the top priority and all men craved it. Men wanted her and obeyed her rules of control. If they ever upset her, she made sure they would never come back to "Big Daddy's" if their life depended on it.
After finishing her work with David, she got up and put her underwear and coat back on, leaving her shoes off. She smirked as she watched David leave the room after winking at her. She was alone again in the room that had become so familiar to her eyes. It hadn't changed since the day she started there.
She was merely 18 years old when she was kicked out onto the streets by her alcoholic mother and stumbled upon work at "Big Daddy's". After meeting the big man himself for a job, she expected to be turned down or put to work for the typical job there. Instead, he apparently saw much more in her. And ever since that night, she had been set to pleasure men privately-whether it be an incall or outcall.
Gabriella Montez, who was famously known as Lola, was indeed what every girl at the club wanted to be.
She was a call girl.
And this is her story.
Author's Note: This story is rated M, obviously. But, it will NOT be trashy. This story is all about a girl who may seem confident on the outside, but she is lost on the inside. Of course, she falls in love with Troy. Who else, really? This story will not be very long, chapter-wise. I'm aiming for 10 chapters. Maybe a couple more than that. I didn't plan to put this story up so quickly in the year, but I decided to since I have horrible writer's block on "Fighting Fire". If you have ideas for the next chapter on BOTH stories, feel free to tell me! Thanks! xoxoxo