A Reylo Pretty Woman AU. I saw someone on Tumblr bemoan the lack of Pretty Woman/Reylo fanfiction and ended up writing this. I'm not sure if it works, let me know. Modern day AU, there are no Jedi and no force here.
Note Added 15/4/18 - I originally posted this fic shortly after TFA but have now tweaked it a bit and done some other minor editing. The story remains more-or-less the same. I just changed the character names back to their original Star Wars form (e.g I originally referred to Kylo Ren as Kyle Renn in this fic. But, in retrospect, it seemed too much like how the anti-Reylos mess with his name, hence the change) and made a couple of minor plot edits.
Cinder-Effing-Rella
Chapter 1
Kylo Ren couldn't understand why anyone would consider it a good idea to throw a cocktail party in his honour. Armitage Hux must really hate him. If all went to plan, his time at the London offices of Snoke Industries would be brief and he hoped to be back in New York by the end of the week. The popping of Champagne corks could wait until the most important deal of his career, and indeed, his life had been finalised. He hated these pretentious social events. His British counterpart didn't strike him as the frivolous type, either. But Kylo did note as he glanced around the room, that the majority of the guests were rising stars in their particular fields. Hux had invited CEOs from other leading industries, a selection of ambitious politicians and influential media representatives. It wasn't so much a party as an opportunity to further the business interests of Snoke Industries with lots of pleasant diversions to smooth the way.
Phasma, Hux's Amazonian-looking assistant, appeared. She smoothed back her short platinum blonde hair and thrust a glass, containing a drink which matched the colour of her blood red lipstick, at him. "Ginger bitch?" she said suggestively raising a sleek brow.
Kylo eyed the cocktail with suspicion.
"It's Jägermeister and Schnapps mixed with cranberry juice," Phasma explained.
"It sounds fucking disgusting," he frowned quickly discarding it on a nearby table. "Is everything in place for the meeting tomorrow?"
"Yes, sir," the tall blonde replied. "Skywalker requested it take place in a more informal setting so Mr Hux told me to book a table for dinner at the Restaurante Mon Calamari."
"That's not what we agreed on." Trust his Uncle to want to make things personal, Kylo fumed as he glared daggers in Hux's direction. "Go and tell him, I need to speak to him now." His interest in Skytech was business, pure and simple. Since he'd joined Snoke Industries, he had made successful takeover bids on dozens of failing companies. He would be going after this one regardless of any personal family connection.
His ginger-haired associate appeared to be deep in conversation with a bespectacled older man.
"That's the Secretary of State for Defence," Phasma informed him. "If you want SkyTech to be frozen out when the air defence contracts come up for renewal, you'd better let Hux work his magic."
Ren wasn't in the mood to wait. He had the beginnings of a headache, the incessant chattering around him and the sound of clinking glasses wasn't helping. The effects of jet-lag were starting to kick in after his overnight flight from New York. He could never sleep on planes. Business came first and on arrival, he'd gone straight to the London offices of Snoke Industries to check on where Hux was at with the Skywalker deal.
Kylo headed for the door. "Have my driver bring the car around," he ordered.
Phasma threw a panicked glance in her boss's direction. "He's leaving," she mouthed silently as Ren disappeared outside.
Hux broke away from the politician he had been attempting to schmooze and scurried after him with hopes of persuading him to rejoin the party. He caught up to him in the driveway, now a makeshift parking lot.
"Looks like my fucking limo got buried behind all these other cars," Kylo huffed as his chauffeur gave him an apologetic wave. He wouldn't be deterred from leaving and looked around for an escape route. A silver 1960s Aston Martin DB5, exactly like the one James Bond drove in Goldfinger, took pride of place outside the house. Parked away from the others, it was easily accessible. "Whose is that?" He inquired as he stalked towards it.
"Mine, why?" Hux started to get nervous; it was his pride and joy.
"Give me the keys," Kylo demanded. "I've got a bunch of files to get through tonight and I need to prepare for my meeting with Skywalker."
"I'm sure we can get your limo out." Hux frantically gestured to the chauffeur who looked around at the cars blocking him in and shrugged.
Kylo's mood turned darker. "Why the hell did you set up that dinner? You knew I wanted Skywalker to come to the office. I know his mind tricks and he won't get inside my head. I'm no longer that fucking naive kid he used to know."
Desperate to avoid inflaming him any further, Hux reluctantly pulled the car keys from out of his pocket. "You will remember to drive on the right side of the road, won't you?" he fretted. "Do you even know how to get to Mayfair from here?"
"Doesn't it have sat-nav?" Kylo flicked his raven tresses from his eyes as he got behind the wheel of the Aston Martin.
"It's a classic car!" Hux exclaimed with exasperation. "You should wait until we can get the limo out. You will take a wrong turn and get lost in the dark."
"I'll find my way." Kylo had already started the engine. "I'll see you in the office first thing to go over the SkyTech numbers one last time."
The engine roared as he drove away before his redheaded associate could protest any further.
Rey forgot to change her alarm from the radio setting and so she got rudely awoken by Madonna singing Like a Virgin. She rolled her eyes and groaned but let it play as she reluctantly crawled from under the duvet. Sleep hadn't come easily and she didn't feel anywhere near rested for the task ahead. The final demand letter from the landlord was still on the table where she'd left it. As she made her way from her room to the bathroom, she eyed it with a fresh wave of concern. The recent rent increase along with all the utility and other bills that were overdue meant their outgoings would add up to a lot more than they had incoming that month. With her flatmate temporarily incapacitated due to a broken leg, courtesy of being knocked off his bicycle by a careless driver, she had little choice but to pick up the slack. If they wanted to avoid being kicked out by their landlord and a visit from the bailiffs, she needed to come up with the extra money and fast.
"You in tonight or not, babe?" Finn called from their cosy living room. "I could get us a pizza."
Toothbrush in hand, Rey poked her head around the bathroom door. "I'll be out until late, maybe all night." There was a frothy moustache around her top lip from the toothpaste.
Finn knew what she intended to do. "We'll find the money somehow." He turned his sorrow-filled brown eyes away in shame as he knew their other options were all but exhausted.
"You can't even do any camming with that leg and you don't get the cast off until next week. We've already pretty much burned through all our savings." Rey didn't want him feeling bad. He would do the same for her if their roles were reversed. "I've already called the agency and they can't get me any extra clients until next week. Sheila gave me the name of a friend of hers in Soho. It's only for a few nights and I'll be careful." She disappeared back into the bathroom to finish getting ready.
"I just don't like it, okay," Finn slumped back on their well-worn couch in frustration.
It wasn't the life Rey would have chosen for herself, but it had kept a roof over their heads so far. The harsh lessons she'd learned as an orphan in successive care and foster homes taught her to stop waiting for someone to swoop in and rescue her. She brushed her hair, deciding to leave it down and carefully applied her makeup. Her push-up bra made the best of her small bosom and the skimpy black dress she'd chosen complimented her slim figure. After making sure to fill her handbag with essential supplies, including a wide variety of condoms, she pulled on her knee-high faux-leather boots.
"If you get in any trouble call me, okay?" Her best friend insisted.
Finn loved her more than anything, she knew that. Almost from the first moment they met in a group kid's care home, they'd been inseparable. Rey felt the same way about him. He had been her first real friend and was there for her when no one else gave a damn if she lived or died. The two of them were a family in every way that mattered. She went over to the couch and hugged him tight around the neck, being careful not to smudge her makeup.
"Everything is going to be all right," she said to reassure herself as much as Finn.
He took her hand and pressed a kiss to it. "Take care of yourself, peanut. I love you."
Rey headed for the door, it felt good to matter to someone. She turned back and smiled. "Love you too."
Grateful for a warm autumn night, Rey made her way through the bustling pub and theatre crowds into the heart of Soho. The neon lights and pulsing music were pulling inebriated punters in like magnets. A well-built guy with breath that smelled of beer and curry propositioned her. She declined, hoping the brothel she was heading for would offer a better class of clientele. Rey knew the chances of that were slim, she wasn't a fool. Her escort work brought mainly businessmen and bored husbands to her looking for a bit of something to spice up their lives. This would bring mostly drunken idiots seeking cheap thrills to end their night out on a high.
Briefly distracted by her unhappy thoughts, Rey didn't notice a car pulling up alongside her. The driver wound the window down and called out to her in a gruff American accent making her jump.
"Can you give me directions to Mayfair?"
"Sorry, what?" she gasped, taking in the appearance of the dark, brooding man behind the wheel. He wasn't what she would call conventionally handsome. However, he had dreamy brown eyes, full sensual lips and a tousled mane of raven hair. Rey smiled; her clients didn't have to be attractive, but it sometimes helped. Mostly, she tried not to think too much about it. Sex for money was a service she provided and it meant nothing to her beyond that.
"Mayfair," the man with the deep voice repeated. "I need to find my hotel."
Kylo had heard about Soho and the kind of girls one could find there if so inclined. He wouldn't ordinarily be interested, his life too ordered and controlled to give into base desires on a whim.
Rey took a moment to appreciate the sight of a classic 1960s Aston Martin DB5 in prime condition. "Great car!" she exclaimed unable to resist reaching out to stroke the bonnet.
Kylo raised his eyebrows as he watched the sweeping motion of her hand. It wasn't as if he'd gone in search of sex with a stranger, but the pretty brunette was putting ideas in his head. "You wanna see how it feels from the inside?" he asked, enticing her with his smouldering gaze.
Getting into a stranger's car wasn't something Rey ever took lightly. But she'd potentially struck gold with this guy, and so she slipped into the passenger seat. "I can definitely get you to Mayfair or anywhere else you want to go," she vowed with a seductive smile.
Kylo had never picked up a prostitute in his life. But this girl - there was something about her.
"Take a left at the end of the street," Rey instructed in an urgent tone. She had been savouring the feel of the buttery leather upholstery and almost missed the turning.
The man driving the car did as she commanded, attempting to keep his attention on the road. "What's your name?" He asked as he pulled up at the lights.
Rey turned to him with mischief dancing in her hazel eyes. "What would you like it to be?"
He threw her a look of exasperation, clearly not in the mood to play games.
"My name is Rey, with an E," she answered, sensing danger in his dark features and wondering if she'd made a mistake in getting into his car.
Her eyes roved over his well-toned body. His charcoal designer suit, shirt, silk tie and black leather shoes probably cost more than she could earn in six months or more. The inequality of wealth distribution in the world momentarily angered her. But she shouldn't judge, maybe this guy had started out from nothing too and worked hard for what he had got.
"Where do you need to get to in Mayfair?"
Whatever their destination, it was sure to make her pokey flat in Bermondsey look like a hovel in comparison.
"Claridges," he replied, "Do you know it?"
"Of course, I take afternoon tea there all the time," she quipped.
Kylo considered that he might have made a mistake. The girl certainly got blood pumping to his crotch, but her personality was entirely too sparky for him. When she smiled, her radiance dazzled him and made him feel unworthy, which seemed ridiculous under the circumstances.
"It really is great to see an old Aston Martin in such tip-top condition." Rey chattered on, breaking the uncomfortable silence which had settled between them. "I used to help strip down old cars for parts. Nothing as fancy as this, though." She reached over to lightly skim her index finger over the polished wood steering wheel rim.
He mused on the tiny nugget of information she'd revealed about her past. She must have been dealt a rough hand in life to end up as a prostitute. But try as he might, he couldn't picture her in an auto breakers yard. "I guess your current profession pays better than trading old gearboxes."
Kylo appraised her cheap attire with disdain. Whatever she spent her money on, it wasn't the quality of her clothing or shoes.
Rey noted his silent judgement and anger bubbled up inside her. But beggars couldn't be choosers. "I mainly do escort work," she explained. "It pays better and I have regular clients."
"How much do you charge?" As a businessman, he liked to know the figures up front.
Rey spied his platinum Rolex when his cuff slid down as he'd turned the steering wheel. Whatever she asked, he could undoubtedly afford it. "Two hundred and fifty pounds for an hour," she stated, not daring to meet his eyes. That wasn't what she would have charged the drunken guys back in Soho, not that any of them could have lasted that long. But this was her chance to make some decent money. Besides, Mr Fancy-Pants-Classic-Aston-Martin probably considered such a sum to be small fry.
Another left turn took them into Mayfair and Claridges loomed into view. Kylo pulled up outside and they got out to let the valet take over. He towered above her, even in her high-heeled boots. Lapsing into awkward silence again, Rey suspected Mr-Tall-Dark-and-Brooding was having second thoughts.
"You're under no obligation here, you know." She bit back her disappointment at possibly losing a chance to make some of the extra rent money she needed. "Give me the cab fare back to Soho and we'll call it quits."
Kylo saw the desperation in her hazel eyes despite her bravado. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was about her that attracted him so much. The price of fucking her, he suspected, would end up costing him a lot more than her hourly rate. "I'm staying in the best suite in the hotel," he said not meaning it as a boast. "And I'd like you to be my guest."
Rey nodded a small smile on her lips. "What's your name?"
It was a straightforward question, but he looked uncomfortable for a moment.
"Kylo," he eventually replied.
For some reason, she got the feeling he wasn't telling her the truth.
"That sounds like a made up name. You don't look like a Kylo," Rey teased, giving him a sceptical glance.
"No?" He tilted his head as he imagined coming all over her pretty face. "What do I look like, Rey with an E?"
"Trouble," she winked at him.
His lips twitched as if he might smile. It wasn't something he did often, and he managed to catch himself just in time. "Shall we?"
Rey let him lead her into the hotel lobby. Her eyes widened as she gaped at the old Art Deco opulence on display. "Oh my God," she muttered under her breath.
She attracted a few disapproving glares from some of the guests. A couple of older male patrons regarded Kylo with envy much to their female companions' disgust.
"Good evening Mr Ren." The hotel receptionist greeted him with a cheery smile. "You have a message," the young woman said as she handed him a card.
Kylo nodded his thanks and ushered Rey towards the lift. He read the note and scrunched it up in his hand. Trust Hux to get Phasma to call about his precious car.
"Not bad news, I hope."
The girl seemed genuinely concerned. He caught his reflection in the mirror at the back of the elevator, the sullen expression he wore reflecting his near-constant state of dissatisfaction with the world. "Just the owner of the Aston Martin checking I didn't damage it." Kylo pictured taking the keys and dragging them slowly across the polished paintwork.
"The car doesn't belong to you?" Rey questioned hoping he wasn't a con-artist.
"I usually get driven everywhere for work," Kylo explained. "But I do have a classic Ferrari 250 GTO in black." It had been a gift from his benefactor, Randolph Snoke.
The elevator dinged and the lift attendant manually pulled back the antique brass door to let the occupants exit. "Have a good evening sir, madam," he said with a courteous smile.
Rey had never been anywhere this luxurious in her whole life. She couldn't help gawking in wonder at the plush surroundings as Kylo led her to the door at the end of the hall. He slipped the key card into the slot and gestured for her to enter the room. "Bloody hell," she gasped as she stepped into the tastefully decorated sitting area.
Her companion headed straight for the table where he his briefcase and laptop sat. "Do you want a drink or anything?" He inquired as he took a seat on the couch and pulled out a stack of files.
The girl had wandered out onto the terrace. "You don't have to wine and dine me," she said taking in the view over Mayfair's rooftops before turning back to him. "We both know what I'm here for."
Kylo watched her for a moment as her hair fanned out in the night breeze. It wasn't as if picking up a prostitute had been on his itinerary. Now he had her, he wasn't quite sure where to begin. His headache had faded but the effects of the jet-lag made him doubt his stamina.
Rey sashayed towards him. "Here or in the bedroom?" she inquired as she pulled out a selection of condoms from her bag.
He eyed the foil squares, all the while secretly nervous his fatigue would hinder his performance. The SkyTech business deal had unsettled him, despite his protests to the contrary. Perhaps he'd had an unconscious need to blow off some steam and that's why he currently had an attractive young woman straddling his lap.
"The clock's ticking so maybe you could tell me what you'd like to do."
Rey ran her hands over his bulging biceps as she moved to loosen his tie. Kylo felt the stirrings of arousal as she ground down lightly against his crotch. As their eyes met, he got the strangest feeling, like she could see into his mind, and he wondered if she felt it too. Her fingers were tracing patterns over his chest and his pants suddenly began to get too restrictive.
"I don't think an hour is gonna be long enough for what I want to do to you," he murmured, no longer concerned about rising to the occasion. "How much for the whole night?"
For a moment, Rey could hardly believe her luck. She didn't want to risk antagonising him by asking for too much, but one night with him could save her a whole world of trouble. "A thousand pounds," she stated with as much confidence as she could muster.
Something told Kylo she would be worth every penny. "Done," he said, sliding his large hands around her waist.
Rey couldn't help letting out a whoop of joy. "It will be the best damn money you ever spent," she promised, peeling off her dress and grinding in earnest against his growing erection. "I don't kiss on the mouth, but I've got the rest covered."
Kylo gave a throaty growl as her lips trailed their way down his taut stomach. She gazed up at him through thick lashes as she worked on undoing his belt buckle and pants. His eyes followed her progress, watching as she reached to free him from his boxers. He sucked in a breath as her soft fingers wrapped around his cock and began working up and down his considerable length. His back arched as she pumped faster, occasionally pausing to swirl her tongue around his sensitive rim. She savoured the salty tang of his pre-cum lapping with enthusiasm at his gleaming slit. He unclasped her bra, massaging her pert tits with his generous hands. His rough teasing of her nipples sent shockwaves through to her core, leaving her slick and throbbing. With every bob of her head, he could feel the exquisite pressure in his balls building. His orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning. He could do nothing but shout an expletive as he emptied himself into her welcoming mouth. Rey hummed her appreciation as she swallowed his hot cum. With one last slow suck, she released his thick cock.
"That was fucking mind-blowing," Kylo gasped as he came slowly back down to earth.
She stood up wearing only her panties, her hand outstretched to him with the promise of further ecstasy in her eyes. "We're only just getting started."