Author's Note: Wow, I was definitely not expecting that! I have obviously decided to continue writing this because of the awesome reviews you guys gave me. I never got it when the author's said it made them uber happy when they got reviews, until now! A couple of you mentioned "Secret Diary of a Call Girl?" I have never even heard of the show, but maybe I will check it out! I had no idea that such a show existed. Well, on with it then. Oh still Emily's POV.

There's something about my job that I don't absolutely hate. I think it's mostly just the feeling of being wanted. Not just wanted, but in some weird way, needed.

I live a comfortable life from the time I wake up until about ten at night. That's obviously when work starts. I get off at about three or four, depending on how busy the night is.

Oh, that woman is back again. Gorgeous blonde, you know the one. She's wearing a business suit, obviously expensive. I look at her left hand, and she is indeed wearing a ring on her ring finger. Hm, married.

'Hey sweetheart, looking for a good time?' I ask in my 'work voice.'

'Well, yeah. I told you I'd come back, so here I am.'

'Oh, you remembered.'

"Yeah, course I did.'

'Alright, you know the drill.' We walk back into the alley, and she immediately slams me up against the wall. She crashes our lips together in the sweetest and softest way possible. She is being aggressive, but soft at the same time. I can feel her heart beating wildly against my chest, and the heat radiating from her center. I flip her against the wall, switching our positions. The connection I feel to her is unbelievable. Every touch from her sends shockwaves through my body. I slowly trail my hand down her torso and into her panties. I drag my hand down her dripping folds agonizingly slow. I enter her with two fingers, and she lets out a guttural groan. I pump into her at a steady rhythm, and I can feel her start to convulse around me. Before she has finished completely, her entire body starts shaking unnaturally. I look up and her eyes have rolled back into her head. Oh god, I think she's seizing.

I immediately remove my fingers from inside her, and lay her down keeping firm hold of her head. I fumble inside my denim skirt pocket for my cellphone, and call an ambulance. I know I should run, but something about this girl is keeping me right by her side, holding her head in my lap.

She has stopped convulsing, but she hasn't woken up. The ambulance arrives, and I have to make up a huge lie to get out of this one.

'What happened here, miss?' The paramedic asks.

'Well, she's my girlfriend, and we were walking down this alley. Then she just started to have a seizure. I held her head, but I didn't know what else to do.' I am actually crying, but not just to make my act more believable. I feel terrible. This woman had a seizure while I was fucking her. All I did was call a fucking ambulance. I feel useless. I don't even know her, but I feel some sort of obligation to protect her.

'Okay, well we're taking off now.'

'I have to go with her.'

'I don't think that's…'

I cut him off, 'What a good idea? She's my girlfriend, and I'm going with her.'

He sighed, 'Alright miss, right this way.'

I got in the back of the ambulance, and just looked at her. I don't even know her fucking name. They're going to ask me, too. I look down at her skirt. Pockets. I stick my hand in and find my treasure. Her wallet. What? I'm not going to steal from her. Jeez!

Naomi Campbell. Really? I would piss myself laughing if I wasn't sitting in an ambulance with an unconscious Naomi. I suddenly love that name.

We arrive at the hospital, and, as expected, they wheel her away from me almost immediately. A nurse comes up and asks her name, so I tell her. She laughs. I want to punch her.

'Problem?' I ask, mustering up the meanest glare I can.

She instantly stops laughing. 'Oh, uh, n-no, I-I mean, s-sorry. Well it seems as if your?'

'Girlfriend.'

'Right, girlfriend, has been stabilized. You can go see her now.' I shoot one last glare at her before walking in the direction she has pointed me. What the fuck am I going to say to her? We were having sex and you had a seizure? Yeah, let's try that.

I walk into the room, and her eyes widen upon seeing me. 'Naomi.' I utter. I widen my eyes at her to tell her without words to play it cool. There's a nurse in the room. The nurse smiles at me before leaving, and I reluctantly return it.

'Um, who are you?'

'I'm, um, Emily, Emily Fitch.'

Note: Ahhh, I know, sorry. There will be Naomily interaction next chapter. This story has become very…..unorthodox. The seizure idea popped up in my head while I was doing dishes earlier, so I thought I'd roll with it. Review and let me know what you think. Oh, and I tried out the sex scene. Sorry for mediocrity J