Hi, guys! This is the one-shot promised to Alyn for winning my little contest!

As of right now, I consider this complete, however, if there's enough interest in it, I'll consider adding more to this later.

As usual, I own nothing; this is all for fun.

Damaged Goods

"Get up!"

Elena groaned and rolled over, the waning glow of sunlight slipping through the threadbare curtains of her window. She'd rather sleep than do anything productive today.

Kit rolled her eyes. Grabbing the blanket, she tugged as hard as she could, rolling Elena off the bed with a loud thump as she landed on the ground.

"What the hell was that for?" Elena growled, her chocolate eyes flashing to her bestfriend-slash-roommate, "Why do I have to work tonight? Last night was rough enough as it was!"

Kit smirked, cracking her gum as she tied her auburn hair back with a hair tie, "Because when you don't work, I don't work. I get passed up for that little skank on the strip."

The brunette shrugged, crossing her legs on the floor and pulling the blanket tight around her shoulders, "You win some, you lose some."

"Come on, 'Lena! One night. I just need to meet my quota so we can pay the rent and maybe afford some groceries for this week," Kit pouted, her bottom lip protruding as she gave her friend her best puppy dog eyes, "Please."

She thought about it for a moment before sighing, "All right, one night. But next time, you're going to ask someone else. I need my beauty sleep, too."

Elena watched as Kit squealed and began pulling clothes out of the closet. She lay back on the floor, watching the discolored ceiling with feigned interest. Sometimes she wondered how she got mixed up in all of the bad things in California, but then she remembered how she was raised. Her mother was hardly ever home, busy working two and three jobs just to keep food on the table and a roof above their heads while her father was nothing but a dead-beat drunk. He didn't come around much.

Elena got her GED when she was sixteen, leaving home as soon as she could. She got a job working at a gas station for awhile before she learned that the streets paid better. That's where she met Kit. Kit had been working the streets since she was fifteen, always smarter than your average nightwalker. She knew how to get around the police and still make a profit and she accepted Elena with open arms. Of course, Kit was more of a druggie than she'd ever admit, but Elena would never consider that life. She couldn't afford to be high when her life depended on reflexes and common sense.

When Elena's mother found out what she was doing, she promptly kicked her daughter out. Elena moved in with Kit and they'd been doing fine ever since.

"Is this okay?" Kit asked, holding a sleek, black mini dress up against herself, "I don't want to look like I'm asking for it, but-"

"You are asking for it," Elena cut in with a smirk, "Besides, you look great. You're trying to draw in as many customers as possible."

"Right."

Elena stood on the corner with Kit, the two of them laughing about past customers and the like. It was a decent night so far, Elena had been picked up more times than Kit, but it averaged out in the end. Sometimes it bothered her that this was the line of work she'd chosen, but then she remembered that she didn't really have any skills to get a better job.

"It looks slow tonight," Elena observed, a cigarette hanging out of her mouth as she looks at the cars passing by."

"Maybe we should get a pimp," Kit suggested with a shrug, "Carlos likes you and-"

The brunette shook her head vigorously, hating the mention of the local drug dealer, "Forget it. We work for it, we keep it."

The waited, hoping for a break in traffic, but none seemed to come. Kit scratched at her arm absently as she walked back and forth, looking like a caged animal. She stopped and turned to Elena, her eyes antsy, "I can't handle this tonight. I'm going home."

Elena stopped and stared at the redhead, "That crack is burning a hole in your pocket. There isn't even milk in the fridge. The rent's due, now come on-" she stopped talking when she noticed Kit's eyes zero in on something down the road.

"Hey, hey – there's rent," Kit said, smirking as a Ferrari made it's way down Hollywood Boulevard.

She shook her head, "He's not gonna want us."

The Ferrari passed them before it slowed and stopped a few yards away from them. The window rolled down and revealed a man with dark hair and eyes, a strong jaw line nearly causing her to swoon.

"Excuse me," he called out, looking at Elena.

Kit turned towards the brunette, a smile plastered on her face, "Don't take less than a hundred. You look hot tonight. And remember, don't mouth off, they don't like that."

Elena nodded and gave Kit a quick hug, "Okay. Go home, but take it easy on that shit."

"You're the greatest," Kit said, pulling away and walking down the street. She called over her shoulder, "I'll wait up for you!"

She waited until Kit was out of sight before she turned and stared at the car. She hates what a car like that represented – money, luxury, smugness. Sighing, she turned of the switch inside of her that meant she cared. She fluffed her hair up into the wild curls that men loved so much, threw her shoulders back, and sashayed towards the car with a sexy smile on her face.

"Hey, sugar. You lookin' for a date?" It had taken too long for her to master that town of voice without cringing.

The man looked down his sharp nose at her, confusion coloring his face, "What's that?"

"You lookin' for some company?" She rephrased, wondering how dull he was to ignore her invitation.

He shook his head slightly, "Uh, no. How do I get to Beverly Hills?"

"What?" Elena asked, dropping her pretense of being as stupid as most girls who worked the streets, "You gonna tell me you're lost?"

"Yes," he answered curtly.

She snorted, "Great. What do I look like? A tour guide?"

The man paused before answering, "No, you look like a hooker."

"Actually, I'm a movie star out for a walk," she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"Good. Can you tell me how to get to Beverly Hills?"

"Sure, for five bucks."

"That's ridiculous," he threw back, his lips pursing.

"The price just went up to ten."

"Why don't you just do it out of the kindness of your heart?"

Elena smiled and sweetly said, "Sit…and spin."

"Sit and spin," the man repeated in amusement, "All right, why not?" He pulled out a money clip as she turned to look around.

Her eyes met Carlos' across the street. He was watching her in a way that made her skin crawl. Remembering what Kit had said about having him as a pimp she panicked.

The man, oblivious to her meltdown, tugged out a bill and held it up, "You have change for a twenty?"

Elena pulled open the door and jumped in, securing her seatbelt before she turned to him, "For twenty, I'll show you personally. Drive."

Elena sat back and relaxed, occasionally spouting out directions to get him where he needed to go.

"What's your name?" He asked after a beat of silence.

"What do you want it to be?" She volleyed back before she sighed, "Elena. My name's Elena."

He looked sideways at her, "You like being a hooker, Elena?"

"It pays."

"So do day jobs," he pointed out.

"Day jobs," she repeated sarcastically, "Yeah, I've tried them." She watched the streets before telling him to turn right onto Santa Monica Boulevard.

"Must be dangerous. Hooking, that is," he said.

"Tell me about it," she replied, watching the lights pass by the car, "LA is suffering a wacko epidemic. And who knows where half the guys I pick up have been. I mean, I use condoms, always. And I get checked out once a month at the free clinic. Not only am I better in the sack than an amateur, I'm probably safer."

The man nodded, "Very good. You ought to have that printed up on your business card."

She looked at him, studying his face. Now that she was closer, she could see that his eyes were really a deep mahogany and his hair was a rich chestnut color. His skin was much paler than hers, almost porcelain, but still a very becoming color.

"If you're making fun of me, I don't like it," she said accusingly, her cheeks gaining a bit of color.

He turned and looked her over for a second before looking back to the road, "Sorry. If I did, I didn't mean to."

Elena ignored him. She didn't need a man being nice to her out of pity. She didn't need a man at all. Her hands fiddled with her flimsy shirt as she thought about Kit. She hoped that her friend had actually gone home and not to dig herself deeper in debt with Carlos, especially since she didn't earn anything that night.

"Okay, pull over. Let me out. I've got to get back to work," she said as he pulled over. She looked over and gave him a small smile, "Stay on this street and you'll hit Beverly Hills."

The man stared at her curiously, "What do you charge for company, Elena?"

"Company would cost you," she thought a moment, "A hundred dollars."

"For the whole night?"

"For an hour."

His brows creased, "You're joking."

"I never joke about money," she replied, shrugging her shoulders.

"Neither do I," he said, amused, "A hundred bucks an hour though, that's pretty stiff."

She grinned and reached across the seat, her hand landing in his lap, "No, but it's getting there."

He smirked at her forwardness, "Elena, how much to put up with me for the entire night?"

"You couldn't afford it," she stated, climbing out of the car and pulling her tight skirt back into place.

"Try me," he said as she closed the car door, speaking through the opened window.

"Three hundred."

He smiled, revealing straight white teeth, "Fine."

She smiled back, her persona dropping back into place as she purred, "What's your name, lover?"

"Elijah."

Elena looked out the window at the sparkling lights that covered the hotel. Elijah had driven the rest of the way silently and she was getting little nervous. However, she had never been to such a nice hotel before for a 'date'. Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad.

"My raincoat's in the back," he said, unbuckling his seatbelt and turning off the car, "Put it on."

"Why?"

"You may feel more comfortable. This is not a place that rents rooms by the hour."

"You mean, they don't have hookers," she said plainly, reaching behind her and grabbing his coat any way.

He laughed, "Every place has hookers, but of this hotel has hookers, they don't look like they're…"

"Off the boulevard."

He nodded, "Exactly."

The hotel was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. It was quiet and clean and Elijah seemed to command the attention of all the staff in attendance. She walked beside him, pulling the coat tighter around herself, thankful that he had the foresight to know she'd need it. He led her to the elevator and spoke to the attendant, telling him that he would be resuming his room in the penthouse suite.

Penthouse?

Elena shuddered slightly, the nip of the air conditioning getting to her. He led her from the elevator and into a set of rooms that nearly took her breath away. It was beautiful and practically glowing. The lights of the city twinkled through the windows and she was impressed. She barely listened as he called room service, too entranced by her surroundings.

Elijah took a seat in one of the comfortable chairs near the fireplace, a slight smile on his face as he observed the young woman in front of him. She wore too much makeup, that he was sure of. And her hair was quite beautiful in the riotous curls she wore. She accented her body in a way to satisfy the baser instincts of males and, while is was appealing, he was sure she would look even more beautiful outfitted from one of the designers in LA.

"Well, now that you have me for the night, what are you going to do with me?" She asked, spotting him in the chair and pulling him from his thoughts.

He smiled, "Want to know something? I don't quite know. I hadn't planned this."

She snorted, "Do you plan everything?"

"Always."

She looked at him for a second. Normally men like this had a woman on reserve for nights. Most women would jump at the chance. She shook her head, "Well, the meter's running, it's your money. Speaking of which, cash'll do. In advance."

"Fair enough," he acquiesced, standing and taking out his wallet. He handed her three crisp hundred dollar bills which she stuff in her jacket before she had a chance to really look at them.

She reached for his belt to unzip his pants when he turned away abruptly.

"Let's talk some more first," he said, resuming his seat and motioning for her to take the one across from him.

"Right," she said, taking the seat and looking at him brightly, "So! In town on business?"

"It's a very good year," Elijah acknowledged, taking a sip of the champagne he had ordered for them.

Elena sat back and watched how he savored the alcohol. She'd never been one for drinking, but the way he did it did make it seem enticing. She sipped at her own glass, her nose screwing up slightly at the bubbles.

He laughed silently at her display. It was refreshing to see a woman who wasn't used to everything that money could buy – her responses were true and genuine. He pushed over the plate of strawberries, "Try one."

"Why?" She asked, picking up a strawberry and examining it. Their knees almost brushed as they were sitting so close. Why he had decided to move their 'meal' to the floor, she had no idea.

"Because they bring out the flavor of the champagne."

Elena sighed, "Jesus, you act like you're seducing some Valley girl you picked up at a dance club." Was he really trying to seduce her? Hell, he'd already paid.

"Elena," he said slowly, a slight warning snaking through his voice, "The meter's running. Cooperate."

She gathered her wits. Slowly biting into the strawberry, he watched as the juice stained her lips before she washed it away with a sip of the champagne. Her eyes were dark as chocolate and her skin was glowing from the fire light across from her.

"You really are a very beautiful girl," Elijah said softly, stroking back a wayward curl that had migrated over her shoulder.

"Just a romantic, that's you," she said huskily, a slight blush stirring in her cheeks.

"Yes," he replied quietly, his eyes looking at her red-stained lips longingly. They were so wet and inviting, just begging to be kissed. He leaned closer, almost brushing them.

Elena jerked back, "Not on the lips." He had frozen and she redirected his mouth to her breast, hoping to salvage what she could.

Elena slithered out of her clothes, watching closely as Elijah's eyes followed her every move. At some point, they had moved to the bedroom, just barely avoiding a romp in the living room. He loosened his tie as he watched her, knowing that soon he would be as naked as she was.

When she finished, she walked confidently over to him and helped rid him of his clothes. This was a dance she'd done a hundred times before – the male body had somewhat ceased to amaze her. He was more than adequate in the right places and she bit the inside of her lips to keep a smile from forming on her face; she couldn't let him have the upper hand.

Guiding him back towards the bed, he leaned against the headboard, his stiff manhood pointing at the ceiling as she placed her knees on either side of his hips. His hands went to her tiny waist and he marveled at how small she truly was. Her breasts were a nice handful and her thighs were thicker than most of the women he'd been with.

He watched as she rolled the condom onto it, taking care to ensure it was properly used.

Elena exuded an air of confidence as she slowly lowered herself onto him, keeping her sounds contained. This was about her client's pleasure, not hers. Never hers.

She nestled herself against him as she rocked. Her hands lay flat against his chest, giving her the gravity she needed to push herself off of him before dropping back down. She liked being in control, knowing that it was because of her that he would give himself over to pleasure.

She couldn't deny how good he felt inside of her. It had been too long since she had a man last longer than just a few minutes, but she knew she couldn't truly enjoy it. She needed control, she craved it, and that's exactly what he was giving her by allowing her to ride him.

"What do you like?" Elijah asked, palming her breast delicately as the fingers of his other hand curled around her hip.

She shook her head, a hint of sadness crossing her face before she banished it, "If you want to turn me on, I'll just pay you back the three hundred. Lay back and let me drive."

His brow furrowed as he took in her body language. She really was just going through the motions. Was that how it was with her other clients? Did she resign herself to going without just for them?

He bit his lip as she began moving faster, reading the signals from his body. He was close, but he had never not given a woman pleasure before.

Ignoring her protest, he flipped their positions, the writhing brunette now beneath him. He grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders as he pounded into her, knowing that she would respond to that. One hand clutched her waist, pulling her towards him on every stroke, while the other fluttered over her clit, giving her the additional stimulation that she didn't know she craved.

Elena tossed her head back and forth, a small moan escaping her lips. It had never been like this for her. She had never experienced something so fulfilling and consuming. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her orgasm washed over her in waves, causing her body to shudder in bliss.

He watched as a sheen of sweat began to cover her skin, her plump lips simply begging to be kissed. A woman had never looked so gorgeous beneath him and he was sure that it would never happen again. He longed to kiss her, but he respected her boundaries enough not to press his luck.

Her face had caused him to go over the edge himself, filling the condom with his seed as he groaned her name above her. He panted for a moment before he pulled out of her, slinging the used condom into the wastebasket beside the bed. He turned and pulled her to him, surprised that she was so pliant.

"Elena?" He asked softly.

She had fallen asleep.

Elijah smiled to himself as he pressed a kiss to her temple before burying his face in her curls and drifting off to sleep himself.

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~Grace