Disclaimer: The Characters and such are all Stephanie Meyer's and no copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing I swear.

Author's Note: I would firstly like to thank Dori - xsecretxkeeperx for helping me lots and lots with this chapter. I would also like to thank everybody who reviewed the last chapter! I'm glad you all thought it was Edward. I imagine you're faces all confounded, lol. I've got a mega headache at the moment so it might take an extra day for the next chapter… my friend threw a crème egg at my head and it was A LOT harder than it looked… cut my forehead so I had to have stitches! So you've be warned, don't throw any kind of chocolate eggs around in jest. Easter is dangerous!

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Chapter 2

The exciting life Of Bella Swan

When I finally got into my apartment across town, I sighed in relief. Why did it have to be one of the windiest days of the year when I had only been wearing some lacy panties under my coat? Either way, some pizza delivery guy got a free peek. I half considered going down to the local Domino's to hunt him down and charge him.

I sighed again and dropped my sex-filled bag of goodies on the table. What now? Thursdays were always the worst days of my week. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I had clients. I would spend Wednesday night and Thursday morning planning for my fuckfest with Carlisle and then… nothing. I had absolutely nothing to do until three in the afternoon tomorrow when I would get to spend a whole night with another one of my favorite clients.

I could do laundry. But as you probably realized, I didn't wear all that much clothing and all my lingerie got dry cleaned by professionals. Believe it or not, I didn't cash out on Dolce and Gabanna underwear to peg it on the sad excuse for a washing line (piece of string) hanging off the side of my titchy balcony.

I slipped my heels and coat off and made my way to the bedroom to inspect the hamper, anyway. It held a towel and a sock, which I had left out of the last wash. It just wouldn't be environmentally friendly to put those in the machine on there own. I thought about washing the bed sheets again, but I had only slept in them once. The last three days I had been at my other apartment.

I roamed the kitchen and then the bathroom, but both of those were spick and span. I had my plentiful stock of 'the pill' neatly lined up in the cupboard above the mirror, so no trip to the pharmacy. Jesus, what did people do with there free time these days?

I half heartedly thought about throwing on my sweats and sports bra to work out, but I was already tired with all the excitement from the visit to Carlisle earlier and my feet hurt because of the stupid worthless heels. Come to think of it, my back was kind of sore, too.

I cursed Carlisle for his stupid sexy antics, but then thought back to the four hundred dollars in my purse and the big juicy orgasm I'd had. I mentally admitted I would do it again. And come to think of it, I would be working out tomorrow with my three pm client. We went to the gym together.

The thought of a long hot bath struck me just as the phone rang. I smiled and leaped across the apartment to grab it. Maybe it was my agent with another booking or even better, Angela. I knew we had already seen each other today, but I could always do a little more shopping.

"Hello?" I said enthusiastically.

"Hi, honey!" I internally groaned. My mom. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom, but I wasn't really prepared for an hour long conversation right then.

"Hi, Mom, how are you?" I asked, slumping down onto my couch and flicking the elastic on the band of my underwear subconsciously.

Then she began the speech of 'why don't you call me.' I didn't understand why she always repeated the same thing over and over. I didn't need to call her because she called me every other day without fail. I silently cursed myself for imagining Angela would be the one calling me. Every Thursday she went to her fiancé's parents' house for dinner. Lucky bitch.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I've just been so busy," I interrupted, imagining the hot water I could have been soaking in instead.

"Work picked up?" she asked hopefully.

"Yeah, it always gets busy this time of year. September." No, thankfully, my mom did not know that I was a hooker. And even more thankfully, neither did my dad. I would have been absolutely horrified if they did and my dad would have probably demanded a list of my clients so he could go out and shoot them in the night.

My mom thought I was a private tutor teaching Biology. I know, but it was the first thing that came to mind when she asked how the job front was coming along. I figured I was kind of like a private sex teacher. That borders Biology, right? It was a long shot, but it made me feel a little less guilty about lying to my parents about my real occupation.

I was luckily only on the phone with her for about thirty minutes before I managed to escape, telling her a client was due any minute. As soon as the phone was down I drew a bath with my strawberry bubble bath and soaked until the water began to chill me.

Once I was dry and in my jeans and a jumper, I checked the clock being sure it was around four or five, only to be disappointed. It was only bloody two.

Becoming desperate, I grabbed my bag, went into the closet and sat down in front of the drawers. I popped the lubricant back into Carlisle's little section, which consisted of a cock ring, a vibrating butt plug and three tubes of heat lube. I had separate boxes for each of my regulars and a few spares for one offs. When you pay four hundred dollars for a quickie you don't expect the butt plug that I shove up you're ass to have been up four other men's as well. And let's face it, no amount of disinfectant makes that sound okay. No, I was a professional and as a professional, I only served the best.

When everything was back in place, I searched through a few of my boxes and threw in some spare vibrators for the next appointment. I liked to get my boys new toys every now and again.

I peeked into tomorrow's box for my overnight client and tapped my finger against the lid. I hadn't bought anything new for a few weeks and I was running a little low on lubricant in there. I wanted to try out the tingle lube with this one. It made me smile thinking about how he would probably just laugh at it and put it on his nose or something crazy like that. He was too cute sometimes.

The more I thought about going out to buy him a little present, the more my resolve to stay in shook. Anne Summers was only a five minute taxi drive away and I did have that four hundred dollars in my purse. It was only going to go into my rather large savings account with all of the rest of my earnings, anyway.

I threw my damp hair up into a messy bun and threw my coat back on. I'd grab something to cook for tea tonight while I was out. Maybe something that would take a few hours to prepare. That would keep me busy for a while.

It only took ten minutes for me to hail down a taxi and get dropped off outside the shop next door. I just couldn't ask them to take me to a sex shop. They would have looked at me funny. Stupidly enough, I even waited for the cab to turn at the end of the road before I scuttled over and into the store. I was such a pussy.

I had only planned on getting a little something, but seeing the buffet of sex around me I decided to look around. It had been a while since I had strayed from the norm and I had time to kill.

I worried momentarily about how at home I felt in this store. Over the last year, sex had pretty much become my life. I didn't agonize for too long, though.

They had a sale on some new Durex pleasure kit. I read the box; it contained an assortment of pleasure max condoms, play vibrations and 2 in 1 massage oils. I threw it in the basket I picked up on the way in, deciding to have a better look when I got home. I was sure I could put it to use somewhere.

I scanned through a few of the costumes and paused for a few seconds on a naughty 'Mile High Club' outfit. An unscheduled client of mine, who booked me every few months, had a plane and an unhealthy addiction to having sex on said plane. He would like this. I considered trying it on, but decided against it. All stock rotated every few months and this had only just come in. If he booked in soon, I would buy it.

I made my way over to the lubricants looking for something new and hopefully tasty for tomorrow's client. He didn't mind if I got flavored accessories, unlike a few of my other clients. One of them said he didn't like the smell and two others got offended. Don't ask me why.

I scanned through the tubes and scoffed at a few of the flavors, wondering who would buy them. I flicked through a few more tubes until something caught my eye. Cherry flavored. I had never tried it. I went to pick it up only to have my hand intercepted.

I turned, surprised, and looked on in shock.

"Bella? Bella Swan?" the blonde repeated, just as surprised as I was.

"Rosalie," I smiled, my cheeks burning pink in embarrassment. I hadn't seen Rosalie since high school…or maybe two years ago at some college party. I wouldn't have chosen a sex shop to be our next reunion.

Her lips slowly turned into a smile. "Hi!" she said excitedly. "It's so great to see you."

"You, too," I nodded.

"Well, this is embarrassing," she laughed. "How have you been?"

I shoved the cherry lubricant in my shopping basket. "Fine," I replied shortly. Her eyes followed my hand to the basket and she grinned wider.

"Having a party?"

I rolled my eyes, my cheeks no doubt flaming red. "No…My friend's getting married." Thank you for saying yes to Ben, Angela. "It's her wedding soon and she's having her night out in a few weeks so I thought I'd get a few bits. I've never seen the cherry flavor before."

She inspected her own tube. "Yeah, my husband loves the stuff. It tastes great, too," she winked. She had always been outgoing like that. "I figured I would give him a treat. I've been a bit of a bitch to him lately. Work stress and everything. What are you doing nowadays?"

"I'm a tutor," I blurted out quickly.

She smiled, "I can see you being good at that. What subject?"

"Biology. I was good at it so I figured I'd just go along with it." If I remembered correctly, I had actually flunked two of the three sciences.

We both looked at each other awkwardly for a few seconds, wondering what to say, when Rosalie clicked her fingers, "Hey, what are you doing tonight?"

I shrugged, "Nothing, really."

"You should come out with me. Well, not just me. Alice…do you remember Alice from high school? I don't think you really spoke much, but it'll be fun for us all to catch up. Her mom is on the board for Seattle Northwest hospital and they're doing this breast cancer fund raiser. It's just women and there will be an auction to raise funds, but don't worry. You don't have to buy anything, it's all optional," she smiled encouragingly.

"I don't know," I said unsurely.

"Come on," she pressed. "When do us girls ever get a chance to have a night out without the men?"

If she only knew. "Alright," I agreed a little reluctantly.

"Great! If you give me your address, I'll pick you up at seven. I'm the designated driver it seems, so I'm picking up Alice as well. Do you have a black dress?"

My eyebrows furrowed, "Yes…"

"Good. There's some funky dress code. Black dresses and a pink flower. Don't worry about the flower though. I bought a bunch this morning for me and Alice, so you can just have one of those."

"Okay."

She put her basket at her feet and looked through her bag retrieving her phone and added my name before passing it over to me. "Here, put your numbers in and I'll call you just before I leave tonight."

I did as she asked and passed it back with my phone number and address added in the box. "Seven?" I clarified.

"Seven," she grinned and then wrapped her arms around me in a quick hug. "Alice is going to freak," she beamed. "Esme always throws a good bash, so it's a guaranteed great night. I'll see you later, okay?" she said, backing away towards the tills. I nodded and smiled, turning back to the colourful display of lubricants.

Well, shit. I was actually going to spend a night with girls. Just…talking and having fun…in a non sexual way. This might have actually been a first, barring the few days I spent with Angela each month.

Feeling completely out on a limb, I grabbed a few more tubes and threw them into the basket. Can't hurt to have LOTS of spares, after all. I then hurried to the checkout making sure Rosalie was well and truly gone. The checkout girl gave me a strange look from the twelve bottles I had shoved into my basket. She was new, so she obviously didn't understand that this was a little shopping splurge to what I had bought from there in the past. Hopefully they just thought me and my non-existent boyfriend where incredibly horny.

Once the girl had bagged me up and I threw some notes at her, I exited the store, making my way to Harrods. I needed to get some makeup that didn't make me look like a glorified hooker. And a black dress that I hadn't had sex in…and shoes. Aw, Jeez.

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Author's Note: Thankya, Thankya, Thankya for reading my sto-ray! I gave you a little Rosalie in this chapter so review and show the love for you're favorite bitch.