Cutter wandered into the small bar. He was exhausted after a day of work and just wanted a drink.

"Whiskey sour, rocks." He ordered, sighing. He rubbed a hand over his bald head. He was tired. Damn, he was tired.

"Hey, sweetie. You look like you could use some cheering up." He heard a voice purring at him.

He turned to her and smirked widely. A beautiful blonde woman stood before him. Long hair with what looked like pearls inserted into the strands cascaded down her back. She wore a slinky red dress and high heels, almost making her taller than him. She was sturdy, but not large by any means. She was gorgeous.

She ran her hands over his scraggly beard, tickling the underside of his chin with her long fingernails- fake, acrylic, but they made him shudder. "Like what you see, sweetie?"

"A...ahhh..." He laughed. "Well, if I'm seein' what I think I'm seein'...I like the looks, but what's the cost?" He sipped his drink.

"For you, baby, I'll waive a fee. I'm off the clock tonight." She winked at him.

"Right. You women always have a price."

Her smile faded. "Well, now. If you're really gunnin' for a charge that can be arranged. But just because I sell my love doesn't mean I can't give it out if I don't want to."

"Hm. I ain't gunnin' for a charge. But what's got you intrigued?"

She smirked. "You just...caught my eye. Is that too odd for you to understand?"

He sipped at his drink again. "No. I suppose that's reason enough."

"You know what you can do for me?"

"What's that?"

"You can put a song on that jukebox and dance with me." She smiled. A genuine smile. Not one meant to sell her body or to convince him to buy a larger package, but a genuine smile that lit up her eyes and wrinkled her nose.

"Hm. Like that smile of yours. I'll play that song if I can see it again."

"You're a cutie. What's your name?"

"John."

"Well, John. I'm Eve."

"Pleasure." He smirked over his shoulder.

He deposited two nickels into the machine, and picked a song he knew well enough to dance to. He waited a moment for it to start playing, then grabbed her by the hand, spinning her.

She giggled and spun with him, wriggling seductively in that dress, licking her lips as she looked at him.

Now, he certainly wasn't the best dancer, but he had fun at whatever he did. He laughed with her as they danced together. Playing song after song until they were both exhausted.

They were the only ones dancing in that dingey bar, but they didn't care. They were having fun, and it felt good.

It felt even better when she sat down beside him in the front seat of his car and damn near sucked the soul out of him.

He gripped the steering wheel, lying his head against the seat and moaning.

"O...Oh, god..."

Finally, she sat up. "If you like that, there's more where that came from." She smirked, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

He drove to his house, creeping up into his bedroom so as to not wake his brother up, and pulled her into bed with him.

They writhed against each other that night, he lost count how many times, but god, was it good. It felt so good to have someone against him like that, and not have paid for it, but for it to have happened organically.

She gathered up her clothes and scurried for the door.

"Wait."

She whirled on her heels to turn and look at him.

"You don't have to leave."

"But-"

"Stay. Even just for a little while. It's dark outside. How're you gonna get home? Do you even know where you are?"

"I...Well...Kind of...I can walk."

"Just stay a bit. Right here." He pat the bed beside him.

"A...Alright...I suppose you're not a client."

"No, I'm not, remember? Or you wouldn't have been out of here without cash in your hands."

She hesitantly lay beside him, squeaking as he pulled her against her.

"What? Gotta pay extra for me to hold a beautiful woman?"

She felt her face get red. She was glad her back was to him. "That's part of the boyfriend package. If you upgrade to the husband package, I'll even start a pointless argument with you over whether or not you left the toilet seat up last night."

He laughed, and the sound warmed her heart. Shit, she couldn't do this. Men were just toys; instruments for her monetary gain and nothing more. She wanted a little pleasure sex once in a while. Sex she could actually enjoy and not have to worry about pleasing the other.

This man would be her guilty pleasure. Her chocolate stashed under her bedside at night. No one had to know. It was just pleasure sex. Sex that she controlled and could dictate what she wanted, not just what they wanted.

"You're breathin' awful heavy there, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry..."

"If you ain't comfortable, you can go ahead and leave. I just thought it would be better for you to stay a while. If only till the sun comes out."

"Alright...Alright." She relaxed slightly. Those big arms around her were warm and seemed safe. She just hoped she wouldn't let herself get too comfortable in them.