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"I tell you what, this is fate, Clint. That's what it is". Natasha joked.

Clint realized then, that he was about to bring a hooker into a 5 star hotel, not a motel. This hotel had class and only classy, rich people stay here. How would he look if he walked in with her? Not that he was judging her in anyway, but what about the rest of the guests? What will they say? He got an idea. He stopped her only a few feet away from the entrance.

"Um, why don't you put this on" He took his coat, and draped it over her shoulders. It wasn't much, but it was enough to at least cover certain body parts with it.

"Why"?

Hmm, how could he put this. "Well, this hotel is not an establishment that rents rooms by the hour."

Natasha fixed the coat around her and covered as much as she could. "Ah". She nodded in understanding.

Once they entered the hotel, Natasha looked around in amazement. "Wow." Causing a few guests to look her way.

Clint laughed. "It's all right".

Natasha looked around some more. "Holy shit" she exclaimed.

"You're going to be fine, come with me." Clint looked at Natasha and saw she kept moving her hands. "And stop fidgeting."

As Clint approached the front desk, the receptionist greeted him. "Good evening, Mr. Barton". She politely smiled.

"Hello. Do I have any messages"?

"Yes, you have several" She handed him his messages.

"Thank you". Clint skimmed over them.

Natasha leaned her arm against the wall, causing the coat to open, revealing her clothing.

Just then an elderly couple happened to pass by at the moment. The lady's eyes widen and looked at her from head to toe as she walked by.

"Can you send up some champagne and strawberries"?

"Of course" She called right away. "Room service for Mr. Barton, please."

Clint grabbed Natasha by the arm and led her toward the elevators. Clint pushed the up button.

Natasha stood next to him waiting rather patiently, when she noticed the elderly couple that passed by her moments ago, waiting for the elevator as well. And of course, they were glaring at her, well mostly the woman. Then that's when she decided to have some fun. If they were going to stare, might as well give them a show.

"Oh, Honey" She lifted her leg and pressed it on top of a small stool, causing her dress to ride up. "I've got a runner in my pantyhose".

Clint, who was oblivious, stared at her leg. Then he noticed the couple a few feet away from them. He closed his eyes. Oh god. She wasn't shy, he gave her that.

Natasha laughed and turned over to the couple. "Oh, I'm not wearing any pantyhose." She smirked. Just then the elevator doors opened. Natasha rushed in first. "Well, color me happy. There's a sofa in here for two". Natasha sat on the sofa and lifted her leg on top of the sofa, revealing her underwear.

Clint sheepishly offered the older couple to go in first.

The man almost jumped at the opportunity, but his wife held him back.

Clint cleared his throat nervously. "It's her first time in an elevator". He casually said as he walked inside the elevator.

"Ah" the woman said. She turned to her husband. "Close your mouth dear."

The elevator operator closed the doors. Natasha stood up. "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Try". Clint firmly said.

"Penthouse" The elevator operator said.

"The Penthouse. Ooh." Natasha was now impressed.

"Yes".

Natasha made her way out first, not knowing that the elevator operator check her out as she walked pass him.

"To the left, Natasha". However, Clint noticed this. He turned over to the elevator operator who seemed to be in his early 20's at most. Who had his head poked out the elevator to continue to leer at Natasha. Clint looked at him. He immediately stopped smiling and closed the door as well.

Clint shook his head, as he made his way to open the door. Once inside he turned on the light and saw Natasha look around with her mouth wide open. "You impressed"?

Wow. Natasha thought. This certainly is different from where she grew up. "You're kidding? I come here all the time. As a matter a fact, they do rent this room by the hour."

"I'm sure they do" Clint said sarcastically as he went to his desk.

Natasha made her way outside onto the balcony. Whoa, even the balcony was huge. "Wow. Great view. I bet you can see all the way to the ocean from here". Natasha went back inside.

"I'll take your word for it. I don't go out there."

"Why don't you go out there"? Natasha set her purse on the table.

"I'm afraid of heights". Clint looked through some files.

"You are? So how come you rented the penthouse." She mocked.

"It's the best. I looked all around for penthouses on the first floor, but I can't find one," He joked.

Natasha took off Clint's coat and set it on the sofa. "Well, now that you have me here. What are you going to do with me"?

Clint gulped. "You want to know something. I don't have a clue".

"No"? Natasha walked around the penthouse.

"I hadn't exactly planned this". He set his files down.

"Well, do you plan everything"?

He nodded. "Always".

"Yeah, me too" She sat down on a chair with her legs spread wide open. "Actually no, I'm not a planner; I wouldn't say I was a planner. I would say I was a kind of fly by the seat of my pants gal. You know moment to moment. That's me."

Clint tried to prevent his eyes from looking down. Even though she was a hooker, he still didn't want to disrespect her.

"Yea, you know, you could pay me. That's one way to break the ice." Clint broke himself out of a trance. "Oh, of course, I'm sorry." He reached into his wallet. "Uh, I assume cash is acceptable."

"Yea, cash works for me. Yeah." She stood up and sat made her way to Clint, sitting on his desk. Clint handed her the money, which she put away into her boot.

"Um, you're sitting on my fax" He awkwardly put together.

"Well, that's one I've never been on before" She leaned over just a bit.

Clint hesitantly pulled his fax from under her ass. "Cute, Very cute". He smiled.

Natasha laughed. "All right, here we go." Natasha unzipped her boot just enough to retrieve condoms. "Pick one. I got red, green, yellow, I'm out of purple but I have this gold circle coin left. The condom of champions, the one and only. Nothing is getting through this sucker. What do you say"? Natasha laid out all the variety of condoms in front of him.

Clint eyes widen, was it time already? This was moving too fast for him. "A buffet of safety". He said as he looked at the condoms.

"I'm a safety girl". She motioned for him to pick one.

Clint huffed out and looked at her. He stood up.

"All right. Let's get one of these on you". Natasha was already trying to pull his pants down.

"No" He grabbed her hands. He smiled because this was about to sound ridiculous. He took of his suit jacket. "Why don't we just talk for a little bit, okay"?

What? Natasha had never heard that one before. She pulled her hands back. "Talk? Yeah, um, okay". She shifted uncomfortably. "Um, Clint are you in town for business or pleasure"?

"Business I think" He went to sit down on the arm chair.

"Business, you think." She hopped off the desk and went to sit in front of him. "Well, let me guess, that will make you a lawyer".

"A lawyer? What make you think I'm a lawyer"?

She snapped her fingers trying to find the right word. "You've got that sharp useless look about you".

He scoffed "I bet you know a lot of lawyers".

"I know a lot of everybody". She ran her fingers up and down his thighs. Then the doorbell rang. She and Clint stood up at the same time. "What is it"? Natasha looked at the door".

Clint remembered the champagne and turned his head to Natasha. "Champagne".

Natasha looked at him, her face only 1 inch away from his. "Oh, well" She patted both his arms. "Might as well make myself useful". She smiled "Take a load off".

Clint wouldn't be lying if he hadn't looked at her lips. He found himself leaning in slightly as well. He followed her movements with his eyes as she went to open the door.

Natasha opened the door to reveal an employer holder a tray containing the champagne and strawberries. Natasha motioned for him to come in. As he did, the employer in his mid to late 50's saw what she was wearing and did a double take as we walked in further into the penthouse. He cleared his throat. "Where would you like it, Mr. Barton"?

"Where would we like it"? Natasha sweetly smiled.

"Over by the bar".

He nodded and made his way, Natasha following him. He set down the stuff on the bar and turned around to almost collide into Natasha.

"Oh, excuse me" She smiled and moved out the way.

"It will be on your bill, Mr. Barton". The employee stood there and looked at Natasha.

Natasha looked at him back, and frowned when he kept staring. She put a hand on her hip. "What are you looking at"? She rudely commented. She turned to face Clint. "What is he looking at"?

Clint understood why he was still there; he stood up and took out his wallet. "Here you go". He handed him a ten dollar bill. "Thank you".

"Thank you very much, have a nice day" He left the penthouse.

Natasha sighed "Tip. God, I missed that one". She cursed herself.

"Don't worry about it". Clint grabbed a glass and opened the bottle.

"Do you mind if I take off my boots"?

"Not at all".

Natasha sat down on the floor. "So, do you have a wife? Girlfriend"? She unzipped her boots

"I have both".

"Where are they, shopping together"? She teased

"My ex wife is now in Long Island in my ex-home with my ex-dog." Clint poured the champagne into a glass and set it down next to Natasha. "My ex-girlfriend, Jessica, is in New York moving out of my apartment, even as we speak. He turned around to see her gulping down the champagne. He shook his head. "Why don't you try a strawberry"

"Why"?

"It brings out the flavor of the champagne".

"Oh, groovy" She took one and ate it. "Pretty good". She saw that Clint didn't pour himself a glass. "Um, don't you drink"?

"No".

Natasha looked at the strawberry in her right hand and the champagne in her other. She scoffed; she knew what he was trying to do. She might as well set in straight. "Listen, I appreciate this whole seduction scene you got going. But I'm a sure thing, okay. I'm on a hourly rate, So can we move this along"?

"Somehow, I'm sensing that this time problem is a major issue with you. Why don't we get through that now"? Clint stood up and crossed his arms, now being more confident.

"Great, let's get started". She motioned towards the bedroom.

"How much for the entire night"? Yep, I was really doing this. This girl is something else.

The entire night, whoa! Was he being serious? "Stay here? You couldn't afford it"? Of course he could afford it. Natasha are you stupid? She mentally kicked herself.

"Try me".

"$900 dollars".

Clint nodded "Done" He took her glass to refill it. "Thank you, now you can relax".

She stood up in shock and followed him "Are you sure you want me to stay? Because I can just pop your good and be on my way".

"The truth is, I don't feel like being alone tonight" He sat down.

"Why? Is it your birthday or something"?

"No".

"I mean, I have been the party at a couple of birthdays".

He smiled "I bet you have".

After a comfortable silence. Natasha once again spoke up. "So, what do you want me to do"?

Clint thought about and couldn't come up with anything. This was his first time hiring a hooker. He had no idea what to do. "I don't know".

Natasha was in the bathroom, washing her hands. "Ill be out in a minute. That champagne really got to me". She went to close the door.

Clint opened the door. "I'm sorry, what did you say"?

Natasha at that moment looked back and hid her hand behind her back. "Um, I said I'd be out in just a minute" She casually put, she put on a tight smile.

Clint however noticed her odd behavior and saw she was trying to hide something in her hand. He shook his head. "What is…What do you have behind? What are you hiding"?

"Nothing" She immediately responded

He shook his head and sighed. "All right, I do not want any drugs here". He grabbed her arm and her purse. "Just take you money and get out".

Natasha pulled her back. "I don't so drugs. I stopped when I was 14". She said as Clint her to open her hand. "What is this"? He opened her hand.

He looked at the item. "This is dental floss". He looked at her.

"Yeah, so"? She snatched the dental floss from his hand "I had all those strawberry seeds, and you shouldn't neglect your gums."

"I'm sorry. Please continue". He smiled and let her do what she wanted.

"Thank you" She was about to floss her teeth when she turned around and saw Clint was just standing there. "Are you gonna watch"? She snapped.

"No, I'm going." Then when he realized that he had her purse and handed it to her.

She grabbed it. "Thank you".

Clint however, still stood there. "It's just that, uh, very few…people surprise me."

"Yea well your lucky. Most of them shock the hell out of me". She was about to floss her teeth again when she noticed he was still standing there. "You're watching"!

"I'm going". He opened the door and lingered for a moment and smiled while closing the door.

A little while later, Natasha was on the floor drinking some more champagne and eating strawberry's while watch a I love Lucy episode, where Lucy was learning how to stomp grapes. While Clint was on the phone, talking business.

"I still need the number on Morse Industries…Uh huh….I got them from London. I need them from Tokyo. I'll call down and get them when I want them. Thank you very much". He hung up.

Natasha looked at Clint. "I have a little carpet picnic here. Are you sure you don't want a drink"?

He shook his head "I'm high on life, can't you tell"? He smiled as he wrote his reports.

Natasha laughed, very tipsy at this point. She lied down flat on her stomach and leaned on her elbows. "You know, I never saw this episode". She grabbed her drink and laughed loudly.

Clint who now was sitting on the sofa, in front her, smiling when he heard her laugh, he was happy to finally see her relaxed and not under time pressure. He was glad that he asked her to spend the night.

Natasha looked to her right and noticed Clint was staring at her. She looked at her drink and realized that he was ready for her. She went on her knees and crawled over to him. She stuck her hand inside he pants and rubbed his leg.

Natasha then took off her dress in one motion, revealing her purple and black lace lingerie. Natasha lent forward but felt uncomfortable from this position. She grabbed the couch cushions on layed them on the floor, to put her knees on top of them. She pulled Clint closer by grabbing his legs and lent him closer to her. She grabbed on the remote to mute the television.

Clint at this point was greatly turned on. She had a curvaceous, voluptuous body. She definitely had the best body he's ever seen. When she leant forward, her face inches away from his, he grabbed a strand of her blond hair.

Natasha just looked at him when he started playing with her hair and smiled. She unbuttoned her his all the way down, before taking off his tie. She now unzipped his pants. "What do you want"? She seductively asked.

"What do you do"?

She looked into his eyes. "Everything. But I don't kiss on the mouth".

"Neither do I" It was a shame because he did want to kiss those luscious full lips of hers.

She started kissing he nicely sculpted chest and went down further.

The only thing you heard what was sighs and groans of pleasure coming from Clint.

After their little rendezvous, Clint decided to take a shower, while in there he couldn't help but think about what had just happened not long ago. When he slept with Natasha, he felt different, he didn't know if it was good or bad, but it felt different from when he was with other girlfriends. He turned off the water, stepping out he grabbed the white robe and put it on. He opened to door to grab his clothes when he noticed a blond wing on the chair. Wait? That wasn't right. He turned around and saw Natasha sleeping peacefully. He leaned closer and noticed her long red curly hair spread out on the pillow. He smiled softly and went back into the bathroom.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. And if you curious if what Natasha's "hooker" outfit look like. Here's the link. /2013/06/emma-watson-gq-magazine-photoshoot/