Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated to High School Musical. All that is written is purely fictitious.

Summary: To women, she's their inspiration. To men, she's their one night only. But for only one man in New York, she is so much more.

Lola

-Chapter One-

Troy Bolton

"I just don't understand why you don't want to go with me," complained Kristy Bolton.

Troy Bolton stared at his wife of two years with no emotion but boredom. His ass was getting numb from sitting on the kitchen stool for too long, listening to her complain about him not going to some event with her tonight.

His wife was the ultimate socialite of New York. Troy didn't even know what her real job was. Some days she would be hosting a party at a nightclub and other days she would be off to God knows where doing God knows what.

To be honest, Troy had no clue what she did with her life. He didn't even know why he married her.

He didn't marry her for money. He had money before he met her, mind you. He thought he married a woman who was kind, gentle, and loving. That's the woman he knew when they started dating. But after they got married, things just drastically changed.

"Are you listening to me?" shrieked Kristy, bringing Troy out of his thoughts.

He sat up and cleared his throat, nodding. "Uh-huh, yeah."

"Oh really?" Kristy crossed her arms across her fake chest. "What did I just say?" The blank stare on his face gave her an answer. She sighed dramatically and walked away, her high heels making an annoying clacking sound on the stairs.

Troy rubbed his face and reached for his cell phone, needing some alcohol to numb his system for a few hours. "Hey, meet me at the bar in 10 minutes."

10 minutes later Troy pulled into the bar, respectively known as the New York Bar & Grill. Not very original, but they had the best beer and mixes known to man. He walked inside and spotted Chad already sitting on a bar stool with at least half of his beer gone. Obviously, he had been having a rough day too.

Troy sat next to him and nodded to the bartender for the same beer as his friend before looking over at him. "What's going on at your place?"

"Ugh, what doesn't go on?" He shook his head and took another gulp of beer. "You remember that girl I told you about?"

"The one from the nightclub?"

Chad nodded his head. "Yeah. She finally came over last night and…you know." Troy rolled his eyes and took a few sips of his beer. "Anyway, she actually expected me to take her out again today! Can you believe that bullshit?"

Troy cocked an eyebrow at him. "Because taking out a girl for once instead of treating her like a sex toy is totally hell. "

"What are you saying?" asked Chad, completely oblivious.

"You haven't had a real relationship since the dinosaurs were on earth," exaggerated Troy.

"Oh, and you'd call your marriage a real relationship? I wouldn't even call it a marriage!" exclaimed Chad, slapping the counter for another beer.

Troy shrugged and drank the last of his beer, holding the glass between his hands. "I'm not talking about my marriage."

"When's the last time you felt happy in your marriage? Hell, when's the last time you had sex?" asked Chad.

Troy sighed. He hadn't felt happy in at least a year and a half. He barely saw Kristy anymore, let alone have sex with her. And when he did see her, she was always screaming at him and begging him to take her shopping. It was pure madness and he didn't know how much longer he could take it.

"You need a change in your life," said Chad, taking more than the recommended sip of his beer.

"Like what? According to Kristy, I'm not allowed to make changes in my life."

Chad looked at him and shook his head, sighing as he drank the rest of his beer. He stood up and patted Troy's back. "Okay, come with me."

Troy looked at him, confused. "What?"

"I'm going to add some excitement to your life," said Chad, walking towards the door.

Troy followed him slowly. "I'm straight, dude."

Chad rolled his eyes. "Just follow me."

After walking down the sidewalk for nearly 10 minutes, Troy was growing impatient. He also noticed that this part of New York was entirely unfamiliar to him, though Chad seemed to know it all too well. He soon found out why when they stopped in front of a building with an unlit sign that read "Big Daddy's".

"What the fuck is this?" asked Troy, furrowing his eyebrows.

Chad sighed happily, clapping his hands and rubbing them together in pure enjoyment. "This is heaven."

Troy thought for a moment before finally realizing what this place really was. He shook his head. "You are fucking insane. I can't go in there. I'm-"

"Don't say that forbidden word. You are not in a marriage. You are trapped."

Troy sighed. "What's your plan anyway if I'm "trapped"?" He added quotations to emphasize.

Chad smirked. "Big Daddy will help you."

Troy furrowed his eyebrows at the name, in confusion and disgust. "Big Daddy?"

He cautiously followed his friend into the building and was met with the dark large room that looked like a regular strip club, from how he remembered Chad describing it. However, it seemed more than a strip club. It had more booze, more ladies, and more hungry men wanting attention and sex.

"Chad, this doesn't look like a strip club." Troy straightened his jacket.

Chad looked at him, marveling in the familiar building. "It is, but it's got more than strippers. It has call girls."

"Call girls?" Chad nodded.

"Yeah. Strippers dance for money. Call girls fuck you for money."

Troy sighed. "Okay, why are we here again?"

"We're going to get you a call girl, buddy." Chad lifted his eyebrows a few times in anticipation.

Before Chad could walk off anywhere else, Troy grabbed him by the arm and turned him around. "There is no way in hell you are getting me a call girl. What if Kristy found out?"

"She is not going to find out. What's the big deal? Can you honestly tell me you would rather have a sexless marriage than no sex at all?" asked Chad, crossing his arms.

Troy sighed. "No. But, it's a bad idea."

Chad sighed then put his hand in his pocket. "Okay, I figured this would be difficult so I decided to bring something along." Troy cocked an eyebrow before his eyes became wide with amazement at what Chad pulled out. "No way!"

"Yes way. Two front row tickets to the Rangers game next month. I was going to take Paul-"

"Fuck Paul. Take me, dude! You know what a die-hard fan I am," said Troy, continuously eying the tickets that Chad was waving in his face.

Chad smirked. "You go along with the call girl idea and the other ticket is yours."

Troy chewed on his lip hard and sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine."

"Excellent. Follow me," said Chad. He put the tickets back in his pocket and walked across the room before he turned to stop at a door that read manager. He knocked once.

The door opened to reveal a sturdy man in a black suit with sunglasses on. His hair was slicked back and he looked like a guy that you wouldn't dare mess with. However, when he smiled at Chad in a friendly way, he seemed like a regular guy.

"Chad!"

"Michael, what up!" Chad high-fived him. "This is Troy."

The friendly demeanor went away as he stared at Troy with a grimace. "No visitors."

Chad began to whisper in his ear before Michael moved out of the way with a nod, still keeping a grimacing expression towards Troy. They walked into the room before the door closed and was met with a large man in a striped, black suit with a purple tie. His hair was thinning but was kept in a comb over. He had a double chin and 5 o' clock shadow.

He looked up from his paperwork and stared at Troy before grinning at Chad. "Chad, nice to see you again."

Troy had to try not to gawk in surprise. How often did Chad even come to this place?

Chad grinned then looked at Troy. "This is Troy."

Troy waved sheepishly. "Hi."

He ignored Troy. "What can I do for you, Chad?"

"Not for me. For him." He looked towards Troy then back to the man. "I'd like my friend to see your best call girl, if you catch my drift."

The man stood up and straightened his tie. He meant business. "What makes you think I'll let this stranger have my best call girl?"

Chad crossed his arms over his chest. "Let's put it this way. The dude is stuck in a sex-less marriage. He hasn't gotten any in over a year, from what he has told me." He nodded his head. "He needs it bad."

"I'm not a charity," said the man.

"What could it hurt? If she pleasures him well, he might pay big money." Chad knew he had a hold of him.

The man looked at Troy then at Chad. "Alright, you win." He then stared at Troy with a pointed finger. "If you do anything to jeopardize your welcome, you'll regret ever stepping foot in this place."

Troy gulped with fear and nodded. "Understood, sir."

The man nodded once as he watched the boys head for the door. "Call me Big Daddy."

Chad stood with Troy outside of the door to the private room. He could tell Troy felt awkward and nervous. He put his hands on his shoulders. "Dude, chill out. Just think of the awesome time you'll have."

"I've never done this before. This is your area, not mine," said Troy. His hands were clammy.

"She'll be here any minute. Go in there!" Chad opened the door and pushed him before closing it.

Troy stared at the door before turning around. He noticed the satin wallpaper that was a dark red color. The bed was in the shape of a circle with sheer curtains around it, though they were pinned back. He shook his head. "This is too much."

"Well, I think it's just right."

Troy turned and stood still, frozen in his spot. He first noticed her beautiful, sparkling, brown eyes. Her nose was the perfect shape for it to crinkle, noticing the hidden outlines. Her hair was wavy and pinned back so the tendrils fell perfectly around her shoulders and chest. She wore a sheer, black top that was too skimpy, even for her taste. He could see her belly button ring as it led down to the sheer lace matching underwear that went over her tan legs. Her body had the curves to complete her entire look.

Unlike the other men that had probably slept with her, Troy wasn't focusing on her breasts or her crotch or her mouth. He was completely transfixed on her eyes. They were so beautiful, yet they held so much behind them. And, he was desperate to find out what.

"Wow," whispered Troy.

The woman furrowed her eyebrows and giggled a little, sending sparks through Troy's body. "You are Troy, right? That's who I was told would be in here."

"No, I'm Troy. Troy Bolton." He licked his lips. He hadn't felt this nervous since high school.

The woman smirked, taking in his fit physique. She was certainly going to enjoy this. She locked the door behind her and turned on the light switch, making the room darker. "Well, Troy Bolton. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into."

Troy watched as she grabbed his jacket and took it off of him, pushing him down onto the bed. He stared as she straddled his hips, lifting his shirt from underneath his jeans. She was giving him the hardest erection and it felt amazing. She seemed to have notice by the way she cocked her eyebrow.

"Ready?" asked the woman. He needed to know her name, this woman that was making him feel things he hadn't felt in a long time.

Troy continued to stay silent as she continued to tear his clothing off, soon leaving him in his boxers. She ran her fingers across his chest and abs, eliciting a moan from Troy's mouth. She giggled.

"That feel good?" He nodded and managed to sit up, keeping her close to his body.

"Tell me your name," said Troy. He put his lips on her neck gently as he left a trail of kisses down to her collarbone.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Lola."

Troy stopped and looked at her, into her eyes. "Tell me your real name. You don't look like a Lola."

The look in his eyes, as she stared at them for the first time, sent something weird through her system. The piercing blue eyes were strange to her, but she believed in them. "Gabriella."

"Gabriella," whispered Troy. He looked at her deeply and intimately.

The connection between them was obvious, even to both of them. But this was so different for Gabriella. She never told her real name to her clients. She was always Lola. So why was this man any different?

She touched his face, feeling his stubble. She looked down at his hands that were on her waist and noticed his wedding ring. She looked back at him, feeling slightly disappointed for the first time at a client being married.

"What would your wife think?"

Troy shook his head, brushing his lips across hers. "I haven't made love to a woman in over a year."

"I don't make love to my clients," said Gabriella, slowly slipping off her top.

"Why not make love to me?" asked Troy. His hands traveled to her breasts as he brushed over them gently, hearing her moan with pleasure.

Gabriella looked at him, slowly lying down with him on the bed as she looked him in the eyes. Blue met brown, electrifying their bodies and spirits with sparks.

She finally whispered. "Make love to me, Troy Bolton."

Author's Note: I told you it wouldn't be trashy. I can't believe this chapter is this long and so detailed. I didn't think it was me writing it. But, here it is! There will be more to come, but there won't be that many chapters to the story. The next chapter will have a lot more of Gabriella and Troy, but with some drama here and there. I apologize for any grammatical errors. I'm sure there are some in there. Spellcheck doesn't fix everything, unfortunately.