Summary: AU. Crowley is so unhappy in his marriage that he's been visiting a call girl for six months. The girl however is getting too attached to him, yet he can't find the strength to walk away from her either. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Nina Taylor.

A/N: Okay, so this new story opens in the present day and has a flashback which will be continued into the next chapter, but not for too long. It just explains how the relationship between Crowley and the OC starts.

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A Place Of Escape

Chapter One

Nina had no idea how she'd gotten into this situation.

She'd not had the best upbringing but surely that wasn't the whole cause of where she was in life at that point. She'd made bad choices but after living out on the streets with her friend Ash, she found that selling her body was a good way to make money. But Ash knew a guy who ran an escort service. Got himself a job at a motel that the guy owned which he practically ran now, and Nina was taken on as a call girl. Now, she was the best the service had. A bit classier than a street worker, but not by much.

The situation she was thinking of was the one she was in with her most frequent visitor. He'd visited her at least twice a week for the past six months and if she was honest, her feelings for him were growing deeper than just him being a client. Fastening up her dress, she sighed and stared in the mirror, ready to face her six-fifteen client. She let her strawberry blonde hair fall by her shoulders and glanced down with her dark blue eyes over the outfit she wore. Slutty Alice in Wonderland. Boy, did this make her feel great. She just wanted to get this one hour session out of the way because it was her last before the night belonged to her and her favourite visitor.

Looking up at the knock on the door, the twenty-four year old sighed and rolled her eyes, getting into position on the bed and taking a deep breath.

"Come in..."

Crowley Masters sighed as his wife, Meg asked him to wash the dishes after dinner because her nails were drying.

The woman was insufferable. His four year marriage with her was drawing to a close because he couldn't cope with her any more. And she'd cheated on him several times, but like the idiot he was, he couldn't bear the thought of being alone so he'd forgiven her. Well, then he'd met Nina. She wasn't what people would call a whore. Yes, she was an escort but she was very classy and actually wanted to better her life. She had respect for herself with regards to her health and she had a set of rules in her room that every man had to follow or she'd have them removed. She was so passionate that all the fire he'd once felt burning inside of him for Meg now only burned for her. Those piercing blue eyes and stunning, full lips had captured him the moment he set eyes on her.

He remembered her being recommended by his friend Dean Winchester. Simply because his sex life with Meg was boring and he wanted to be away from the woman as much as he could. He wasn't too keen on the idea but Meg had made him so mad he'd just gone along with it. He remembered going to her room for the first time. On the phone her voice had sounded lovely when he'd spoken to her and he couldn't wait to see her face. He still thought himself crazy as he began to wash the dishes for getting mixed up in this, but Nina was worth it.

He was thirty-eight, and yes, he was fourteen years Nina's senior, but God, she made him feel so much younger and so full of life. He couldn't wait to see her. Just an hour and he'd be gone. Out drinking with Dean again. Dean was a good lad. Covered for him every time, and Meg, being the silly girl she was, believed the crap they were feeding her. She believed it every time because in her mind, she was perfect and Crowley couldn't possibly want anyone else. As Crowley rinsed the remains of the food from the dishes, his mind wandered to the night he met Nina Taylor.

Six Months Ago

"Number seven." The motel manager, Ash, began as he and Crowley arrived outside the door of the girl that Crowley had made an 'appointment' with, "Just knock. She'll call you in when she's ready."

With that, Ash turned and left. Ash wasn't exactly happy with his friend selling herself the way she did, but the kid had already had a tough enough life. She lived in that room while Ash slept in the first room, along with several other girls who were nothing like Nina in the slightest. The boss had recently had the place soundproofed. Better for the clients that way. It made the sessions more private and more comfortable.

Crowley was so nervous. He felt sleazy, dirty, disgusting and like the scum of the earth because he was cheating on his wife. He'd not slept with a different woman than Meg for the seven years they'd been together. It was something he'd have to get used to. He knew full well that it would become a more frequent deal. He'd come back more often because he couldn't stand going to bed with Meg. All those fake moans, the cheap lines she whispered in his ear, all the things that were just the biggest turn off to him. And the spanking she liked? What the hell was that? All the things she wanted and he refused like her calling him 'Daddy' in bed. Come on! That just took things too far. The girl was known for doing all she could to please her clients so maybe she'd comply to his wishes of the session involving the exact opposite of the odd things Meg liked.

"Here goes nothing..." He sighed, knocking on the door and waiting for the response, for that voice that had sent shivers coursing down his spine the moment he'd heard it.

And then it came, soft as a summer breeze through the thick wood of the door.

"Come in."

He opened the door, finding the most beautiful woman he'd seen in many years sat on the double bed, dressed in simple white lingerie as he'd wanted. Not any of that leathery stuff that Meg wore. Thank God.

"Crowley Masters?" She asked, earning a nod from Crowley as he closed the door, "You might wanna lock that."

He did as she asked and she immediately noticed how nervous he was. She picked up the sensed the usual vibes from a first timer. Married, feeling guilty for this, obviously not happily married or he wouldn't be there with her, nervous because this was the first time he'd have touched another woman since before he got together with his wife. The ring on the finger was a dead give away for the marriage. She was rather perceptive, to a point where people were shocked at how accurate she could be from little feelings and details she picked up from them. Made her feel a bit like Sherlock Holmes sometimes.

"First time?" She asked as he stood a little uncomfortably, and he nodded, flushing as though embarrassed by it, "That's fine, nothing to worry about. Come and join me?"

She patted the bed and carefully, he approached, sitting beside her as he removed his coat. She turned to face him, staring into his eyes for a minute as she tried to get herself familiar with him.

"You know how this works. You tell me what you want and I give you what you want." She said with a smile, "Don't be nervous. I understand you'll probably be feeling guilty because of the wife at home, but you wouldn't be here if you were happy with her, would you?"

Crowley chuckled and shook his head, feeling a little calmer already.

"No, I wouldn't." He said, his British accent making her smile.

"I like your voice, Crowley." She told him, "That accent of yours...It gives me chills."

He smiled at her and bowed his head for a moment, feeling her gently touch his thigh. He felt so calm with her and he couldn't understand why.

"Why don't you tell me what you want tonight, huh?" She asked, "We have all night and we can take things at your pace. We stop if you ever feel uncomfortable, and the only thing I ask of you is you stop if I request it too, and you wear protection, which I have plenty of."

Crowley flushed for a moment and looked into her eyes, turning away before telling her what he wanted. She understood that maybe he wasn't comfortable saying it while they looked at each other so she busied herself getting a condom and lube just in case. She'd just showered, but still, sometimes she just wasn't turned on enough.

"Um...My wife tends to go over the top with the...uh...with the sounds she makes," He began, earning a hum of acknowledgement from Nina, "So, I don't want any sounds that aren't...well...real...if you understand me. And no dirty talking either, if that's okay."

"Sure." Nina replied, "I take it she fakes for dramatic effect, huh?"

"I guess." Crowley said, sighing before continuing, "I want to see your face...So I know it's different...And I want it to be slow and tender...Again, very different to being at home...and I want us to be under the covers, as close as possible."

Nina felt a tugging in her chest at his words and she moved back towards him, making him look at her before she nodded and leaned in for a kiss. No-one ever requested a session like the one Crowley wanted. They normally wanted it rough and fast with lots of moaning and horrible, nasty dirty talking that involved all to graphic descriptions of what they wanted to do to her. But Crowley was so different and she was determined to give him the night he really, truly wanted.

-TBC-

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