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Buying a Vampire

BPOV

I had already downed three more Sex on the Beaches before I caught sight of the vampire again. He had been dragged away after his two hours pleasuring the women lined up at his cage and an hour has passed since we spotted him again.

I realized he probably needed and deserved a nice long break after his long night in that tiny cage, but I was losing my nerve the longer I waited for him.

What would I say to him?

Oh, hi, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me for a few weeks so I can ask you all about your life and see why you're so damaged. No, not cool. I didn't want to make it sound like I was putting him down or calling him crazy or unbalanced, but I didn't want to come off like some nympho either.

Rosalie was the one to spot him in the dark as he made his way gracefully through the tables, now wearing the waiter costume, the tux collar and matching wrist cuffs, no shirt on, which was just…visually beautiful. And those tight black pants…wow.

I have to stop drooling over this guy, I am here for educational reasons. Yea, right. Part of me had to admit I found this place and this whole world very fascinating and forbidden.

My dad is the chief of police in our hometown of Forks, where he still lives, and he would loathe me being in a place like this, forget inviting this vampire guy to my place and having conversations with him. I could never tell him any of this. But this is New York and on the other side of the world. Daddy would never find out. So I had to shove him out of my mind now and do what I had to do.

"Oh, he's very handsome, too, without the vampire makeup on." Rosalie said with a dreamy voice, and was in love with him already, it was obvious to me.

He was at the bar, laughing with the girl bartender there, taking a look around the place as the music played and three other dancers were coming around, table to table to give dances to women while they shook their money in the air. These other guys were handsome, too, but the vampire one was a bit more special somehow, to me, he had something extra. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I couldn't take my eyes off him.

His face wasn't so pale anymore but it was still very fair in comparison to his copperish-brown hair and dark, full lips. My legs actually started to shake, just watching him walking around the tables, normally, out of the cage now and without his collar on. He moved like smoke, swooping and turning with ease and fluidly, like hot water.

He took the large tray of drinks and said goodbye to the pretty blonde bartender, getting to work and delivering the drinks to a table about 15 feet away from ours.

I wanted to hear him talk again, to see him interact with the women out of the cage, not as a vampire who couldn't speak, but as himself.

I think all three of us were stunned into silence because none of us were talking, we were just staring with our bottom lips on the table, gawking at a god serving drinks to the older women.

"GIRLS!" the vampire man shouted out happily to the "girls" who were at least 50 years old plus at that table. I smiled, seeing he was already making them feel like girls again the instant he found them. They all brightened up, magically, and giggled like teenagers.

"Oh, there he is!!" the voices shouted as he began handing the correct drinks to the women, "The vampire boy !! We LOVE you!! You are SO handsome!!" the voices and compliments overlapped each other.

"AMAZING!!" another one of them yelled to him.

He smiled like a boy, flattered, his white teeth now without fangs but as white as the snow. Flawless.

"Thank you, ladies." He was gracious and looked a bit shy as he placed their drinks down and then one of the women next to him asked something I couldn't make out. All the women screamed as his face laughed and he put the tray down, laying on his back right across their table in the center of all of them.

"OH SHIT!!" all of us three yelled at the same time, our tongues hanging out.

They dived on him as if he were their last meal. I even stood up to see better but he WAS laying on the table, his arms up, one of the women holding his wrists down as ten others at their table were kissing his mouth, taking turns. I walked up to get a closer look, not even realizing I was doing it, and watched as he gave a little squeal of delight, two of the women were taking ice cubes out of their glasses and circling them around his bare nipples, licking and biting them after a good frost set in. I saw hands all over his body, even rubbing up and down his crotch through his tight pants. He just moaned and kissed them all back, letting another woman stand between his open legs, moving her hips against him, both their clothes still on.

I wanted to save him, it looked so terrible how they all groped and abused him in so many ways.

I looked around and noticed their were no bouncers or security guys to help the vampire man. But then, he didn't look like he needed any help. He was smiling and laughing, biting his bottom lip as he peeked down and felt the ice cubes now moving over his six pack abs.

"I love it here at this table." He purred, opening his lips as another woman dived upon him, smothering his mouth as he moaned again.

"Yes…yesssss…." He groaned as he made a SSSSSSSSSSSS sound, enduring the ice again as another woman at the table fed him a pineapple wedge from her drink, wetting his bottom lip with it first before placing it into his soft lips. She had teased him with it, pulling it away as he tried to lick it. Then she let him eat it.

"Thank you, beautiful." He purred as he chewed the pineapple, swallowing it quickly, getting a chorus of giggles from the women.

"Oh my Goddddd…" he moaned as a woman pinched his nipples and bit down into each one, "Damn, girls…you are turning me on…" he laughed with them.

He sounded totally into everything they did to him. He looked so delicious there, helplessly giving himself to these women and letting them do as they pleased with him. And he never looked uncomfortable or ill at ease.

I rushed back to our table, more afraid now to approach him. But more intrigued by him as a subject. Yea, hello. I knew why I was intrigued and it had nothing to do with school or psychiatry.

Deep inside me, I wanted him to lay across our table but now it would just seem like copying from someone else.

"Roll him over!" one of the women at the table yelled as they partied and screamed, going "WOOOOO!!!"

I looked again, seeing they actually DID roll him onto his stomach and were kissing and touching his muscled back, scratching him as he laid there willingly, even though they pinned his hands behind him, placing weight on them so he couldn't get away.

"Bad vampire!" another one of them yelled and began spanking his ass with the round tray he was holding. I listened to see if he was struggling or hurting, but he was laughing when I caught his expression, biting his bottom lip occasionally if he received a particularly hard swat on the butt.

Then I heard him saying, "Thank you, may I have another?"

That made them all go wild and then they were really letting him have it. I flinched just watching the whacks they were taking at him, but he never made an unpleasant sound or face.

One lady actually asked him, looking at his face, if they were hurting him and he winked at her, smiling and said, "No, I love it when you hurt me, baby."

"He wasn't born, he was sculpted and brought to life!" Alice shook her head, "How can he let them do all that to him? I'd be so…."

"I know." I breathed, amazed and unable to look away.

Victoria came around to the table after 20 minutes and jokingly said, "Hey, what're you guys doing to my waiter?"

"He's serving us." One lady laughed, the others howling and laughing too.

Victoria yanked the vampire man up by his hair and twisted it, making him wince, closing his eyes tight.

"Laying down on the job, Edward?" she asked, giving the women a little more show before she freed him.

"No, Boss." He breathed.

"Get back to work, bitch." She sneered, letting him go, smiling at the women as she left the drunk, cheering crowd.

"Sorry, girls." He ran a hand through his wild unkempt hair, bending down and picking up his tray as each woman came to him and stuffed large bills into his pants. In 20 minutes, he had bills sticking out of his pants all the way around, from that table alone.

"No, you're too good to me. No…" He was being modest as they lavished him with large tips, "Thank you, girls, this is now my favorite table. I'll be back later when I lose the Boss Lady. Enjoy your drinks!"

He left smiling, beaming. I waited to see if the happy face changed once he was away from them, but it didn't. Maybe he was a robot. I just couldn't read him. And I was good at this, damn it. But he was better.

"Bye, gorgeous!", "Later, sexy!", and "Hurry back, Vampire!" were some assorted goodbyes they called out after him.

They were very satisfied when he left them and one woman grabbed a quick kiss from his lips before he moved quickly back to the bar to get another order.

"Let's order some more drinks." Rosalie said, "That will get him over here and you can talk to him."

"Talk, shit, I want him laying across OUR table!" Alice growled, hungrily.

She raised her fingers up as I lost all nerve instantly.

"I can't ask him about this at the table now!" I hissed, seeing him place some drinks down at another table nearby. He smiled at the women there, giving a nod to one of them, but then saw Rosalie raise her hand.

"Pardon me, ladies." He flashed that perfect grin at them, walking over to us.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…" I whimpered, opening my notebook again, so terrified suddenly to look into his eyes.

"Hello girls." He had a seductive voice now, his hands behind him, raising a brow, "What can I do for you?"

It sounded like he was not only asking if we wanted new drinks.

"Hi." Rosalie beamed, not saying anything more, her eyes fixed on him.

He laughed and it was so musical. "Hi," he greeted right back at her, leaning in, saying, "I must tell you, you are three of the most beautiful women here tonight. My eyes keep coming back to you."

Rosalie and Alice giggled like 15 year old girls, and Rosalie took out a twenty dollar bill and handed it right over to him.

He looked confused but still happy. "Is this for a drink…or?"

"It's yours." Rosalie breathed. I had a feeling if he wanted, she'd hand her Visa card over to him next.

"Thank you very much." He grinned, slipping it into his pocket, "How are your drinks? Anyone thirsty?"

Alice spoke up. Rosalie was out, in la la land.

"We really loved your vampire thing, there." Alice motioned to the cage, "I've never seen anything like that before. It was hot!"

"Thanks." He smiled another crooked smile, wow, I loved that smile! So boyishly cute!

It was clear to me now that he was a bit out of practice at talking at length to women, I guessed he wasn't used to doing a lot of talking at this job. I wanted to say, "Can you lay on our table now?" but I would die a second after it escaped my lips.

"Can I have a coke?" I blurted out.

He looked at me and grinned, giving a nod, not taking any notes on this, then he looked to Alice and Rosalie, "And for you, girls?"

"Can I have you?" Rosalie asked, making him laugh. She quickly realized her blunder and looked horrified, correcting it loudly, "I mean, can I have an apple martini?"

Rosalie looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I blushed for her embarrassment, glad it wasn't me that screwed up.

Alice giggled, ordering an Alabama Slammer.

"That's all?" he asked, patiently waiting.

"Yes." I grinned, then the vampire man leaned down again by Rosalie, whispering something to her.

He walked to the bar and Rosalie's mouth hung open.

Alice and I both pounced on her at once.

"What did he SAY?!" we demanded.

"He said I could have him any time, any place." She almost started jumping up and down in her chair. I never saw Rosalie this way. She was usually so cool around guys on campus. Maybe it was just this man doing this to her.

"I hate you!" Alice was jealous as I took more notes on this effect he was having on my friends.

"Shhh, he's coming back." I shut them up as he glided back over to our table.

"Alright, goddesses," he purred when he got back, giving us all the correct drinks, "Coke, Alabama Slammer, and an apple martini. And I had her put extra sugar around this one for you."

He ran his finger along the edge of her martini glass, covering it with white powder and put it to Rosalie's lips, "Taste." He smirked at her.

Alice and I almost opened our own mouths when Rosalie opened hers, taking his fingertip gingerly into her lips, getting his smile as she tasted his finger, licking the sugar off slowly. She held his hand with both of hers, half closing her eyes.

Damn. I hate Rosalie too. Bitch. God, now I am jealous. I will have to make a note of that, too.

"Is it sweet enough?" his voice dripped with seduction.

"Yes." Her voice squeaked like Elmo's from Sesame Street. Alice and I tried to hold in our guffaws until the Adonis left the table.

"Perfect." His thumb stroked her cheek as he turned to us, asking, "Is there anything else you desire?"

God, I love you.

"No thank you." I hardly got the words out. Alice couldn't even speak.

"Well, you know where to find me if you change your minds." He smiled, giving a little nod and gliding away, over to some other lucky table.

Rosalie watched him go as if he was her husband leaving for war. She had tears in her eyes !

Alice and I let out our laughter, not trying to hold it in anymore as she looked at us, her eyes wide with wonder.

"What is so funny?" she asked.

"God, he sucked you right in!" I shook my head, secretly totally jealous of the attention he showed her, "Twenty bucks to lick his finger!"

I have always been plain and next to Rosalie, I was almost invisible. It never bothered me much until now. I wish I was the kind of woman he would take notice of like that. I always wished I was sexy and someone all the guys would drool over when I walked into a room. But I just…wasn't.

"He wants you, Rosalie!" Alice bounced, "What are you gonna do?"

"What?" she looked out of it.

"Uh, nothing!" I cut in, looking at Alice, "She's not going to sleep with a male stripper, Alice! He probably does it with 100 women a week!" I tried to keep my voice down.

"Who cares?" Alice asked, "These guys are very clean, they're tested for AIDS like, every week too!"

"Alright, stop." I cut them both off, "This is ridiculous, don't even think about it. Let's just have fun and help me figure out how I'm going to approach this guy about letting me interview him."

"You're too scared to even LOOK at him!" Rosalie informed me.

He does scare the shit out of me. Why?

"Just because I'm not sucking sugar off his fingers doesn't mean I'm too scared to talk to him!" I spat back, my jealousy showing now.

"It was so sweet and delicious." Rosalie smirked at me, rubbing it in, taking a sip of her drink happily, "And I'm not talking about the sugar, either."

We stared at him while he served drinks for a couple more hours. It also astonished me that he had plenty of time to flirt and play with the women and serve everyone drinks in a fast, efficient manor. But I doubted any woman here would ever complain about him being late with their drink.

Alice and Rosalie helped me work up the nerve to go talk to him but something always happened that scared me off. It was 1 am by the time Alice was finally fed up with me and my cowardice.

"That's it…" Alice jumped up, as I watched her go right up to Victoria, the woman who owned the club. I was horrified as they spoke for about ten minutes, not able to hear a thing over the music.

She finally came back over and had a huge grin on her face.

"What the hell did you do?" I yelled.

"I set it all up for you." Alice informed, "Private rooms are in the back. You have 30 minutes alone with him and according to Victoria, you can do whatever you want, but if he wants extra for something kinky, you have to pay him more."

"Oh GOD ALICE!" I spun around, peeking at him as he was standing at a far away table, laughing and talking to the women there. He was certainly the charmer, that's for sure. Everybody loved him. And why wouldn't they? Look at him, JESUS!

I saw Victoria slowly making her way over to him and I almost died, he was going into a private room…with me? For what? What would I say ? Or do?!

"I want to kill you Alice." I was shaking with terror as I glanced over and saw Victoria talking to the vampire man. SHIT!!

My blood was racing and my heart beat was thumping like a rabbit's. Alice and Rosalie were talking and laughing as Alice spun around to me suddenly and almost screamed, "He's coming over here!!"

You bitch, I could crush your head for this! Why was I so scared and upset? Hmmm…this place was full of hidden mysteries…the more I sat here the more I wanted to study all these strange things and feelings.

I looked to see where he was and suddenly a deep velvety voice was behind me.

Like, RIGHT behind me, in my EAR!!

"Bella, would you please follow me?" his voice made my legs convulse uncontrollably. It was a low, sexy voice full of want and desire. And how did he know my name? ALICE !!

I looked at my friends and almost said no to him but they waved me away, and I knew it was now or never. I decided to be brave and go for it. I wanted this guy to be the subject of my paper. The worst he could say was no. God, I'm so scared!! I feel like I have to go to the bathroom suddenly.

I peeked around, seeing his warm, affectionate smile floating above me, but his face so close to mine that I could smell his sweet cherry breath and his arousing cologne.

I cleared my throat as he straightened and made my little voice say, "Yes."

He smiled at me more and pulled my chair out for me, extending his hand to me. I shivered and placed my little plain hand into his large, soft one and he slowly led me away from the tables.

I glanced at my friends one last time and they were on their feet, clapping and leaping up and down for me.

Jerks.

I wished I could say something to him before we got to wherever he was taking me but the music was so loud. All I could see was his porcelain back and the back of his hair that also was perfectly messy in a just out of bed sexy way.

I just know he's going to do something sexual to me as soon as we get to that room. I had to stop him if it began. I just wanted to talk to him, not…DO him.

He is probably sick to his stomach that he has to do anything with ME anyway, I told myself. I forgot my notebook. Oh, screw that. How dumb would you look taking your notebook to a private room with this guy?

The walk to this room seemed to last a year. He was not rushing me or making me feel as if he was squeezing me in and I liked that. This guy was very smooth and skilled at this job, I knew that already. But there is more to him than his job and that's what I wanted to see more of.

His hand was so smooth and firm around mine that I felt my palm starting to sweat and become moist. Oh no, not now.

We had left the tables far behind and went around a curved bend, the noise faded away fast and we were in a red hallway. It was very dimly lit here, but warmer than the club area, relaxing and romantic. Each door had a word on it, scrawled in a flame-like font.

Fantasy was on one door, Lust on another, Passion on the next door. I wondered which one we would end up in. Maybe there's a door that says Dork on it that he's taking me to.

God, this is such a mistake. How can I get out of this now? Charlie would murder me ! And Vampire man!!

Hunger. Ache. Thirst. More names on doors we passed by.

We stopped finally and I realized it was now quiet enough to talk to him but my voice was totally gone. We were at a door that said Awaken on it and I thought I'd fall over right there.

He turned to me and opened the door and it was so dark that I couldn't see his face for a moment.

"Come in, Bella." His voice was so soft it was like a lover's who'd known me for years.

My breath gasped out all of a sudden as a small red light went on. The room was very warm and silent, the faint sound of the club music playing in the distance. There was a gigantic black sofa and chair inside, and a fireplace held a live, crackling fire inside it.

I followed him in, my legs not very functional and I almost fell down, landing on him as we stepped inside. He caught me in his arms and gave a little chuckle, smiling at me so sweetly, as if he really liked me.

"Are you all right, Bella?" his eyes sparkled and I noticed how green they were in the firelight, without the vampire contacts he had in before.

"Yes." I shivered, "I'm clumsy, not drunk, don't worry. Your eyes are so green…"

I sounded like a moron.

"I mean…they are very pretty." I added, and that didn't make it any better for me.

He smiled and said, "Well, thank you, Bella. I don't get many compliments on my eyes around here. I appreciate that."

We were in this red room now and the carpeting was so thick and soft my feet bounced off it. He began to take my hand again and I gave it to him. Leading me over to the couch, he moved slow and carefully, sensing my terror.

"Wait!" I froze as he turned to me silently.

"What's your name?" I asked, shaking, "Am I allowed to ask that?"

"Sure." He smiled, "I'm Edward."

"I like that name." I said honestly, it didn't sound like some porn name or anything, and I added, "It suits you."

"I like your name too, Bella." He slowly moved over to me where I was rigidly standing, "You don't have to be afraid of me, you know. I won't hurt you. I will only do what you want me to do."

I breathed out, realizing this was the perfect time to ask him about being the subject of my paper. But my brain was being held hostage by my hormones. They didn't want to talk. They wanted to see what Edward was going to do to us.

His hands were so soft and gentle…it surprised me. They danced up my arms and touched my neck, finally cupping my face and tilting it up a bit as his forehead rested on mine.

"I know you like to be kissed…" he whispered, remembering it from the cage, and in seconds his lips touched mine so innocently, briefly that I wanted more. He waited for me to kiss him the second time and I did, drawn into those lips that made me fall in love with him in the cage earlier.

I had no idea what to do with my hands. They hung at my sides like two dead fish. I am so bad at this crap. No wonder I don't have a boyfriend.

His kissing was so perfect he must've studied the art for years! In mere moments, we were tongue kissing so hard I began to feel burns on mine. But who cares?

Finally, after what seemed like hours, he whispered to me, "Bella, you are such a great kisser."

I am? Yea, okay. Alice must've paid big bucks for this.

"Come here." He led me to the chair, removing his wrist cuffs and the tuxedo collar, tossing them to the floor, "Sit down." He offered in a non demanding way.

I sat, grateful to be off my shaky feet. The chair was so big and comfortable that I was almost laying back in it. I guessed this was the whole point because Edward parted my legs gently, getting down on his knees before me and moving in closer, kissing my lips again, his fingers in my hair.

I moaned out loud, unable to keep it in any longer. I wasn't sure how I got here, or what was happening, but I would be damned if I was going to talk about a thesis or a class now.

I am 20 years old and I have never been touched or kissed this way in my life. And I'd certainly never see a man this dazzling again. I am seeing where this goes before I bail out.

"Do you like my kiss, Bella?" he whispered to me, so eager to make me happy. God, he is good at this.

Before I could answer, his mouth was roughly kissing my neck and I let out a groan of ecstasy immediately. I was on fire as he kissed my neck this way, pressing his bare chest into my small breasts.

God I want him….so bad. But this is so wrong.

"Ye-s." I heard myself answer his question, telling the complete truth.

"If I do anything that you don't like…" he kept kissing across my throat, his hands moving down my arms, "Just say stop. And I will. I am yours now. I'll do whatever you say."

God, I love you Alice. I wondered again how much this 30 minutes was costing her. This was probably the equivalent of 10 Christmas gifts.

I let out a few gasps as he slowly began to unbutton my blouse, he peeked up at me, asking permission with his eyes.

What do I say?

I grabbed the cushiony arms of the chair and dug my nails in, almost laying all the way back.

"No, love, relax…" he smiled warmly, taking my claws out of the chair and kissing each hand, he gently moved them so they were laying up over my head, trembling but less tense now.

"That's my girl…" he almost sang the words, "Let me please you, Bella. Don't be afraid."

I closed my eyes and felt his fingers back on the buttons of my shirt, slowly opening more and more of it, placing a soft kiss on the skin each opened button revealed. I was panting like I just ran a race but he didn't embarrass me by saying anything about it.

Finally, my blouse was open and my little white lace bra was staring him in the face. I bit my bottom lip, nervous about what he was thinking.

"Woah, wait !" I jumped up, almost knocking him over as I pushed past him, trying to close up my blouse, buttoning into the wrong holes I'm sure.

Moving around before me, he stayed on the floor, looking up at me in real concern.

"Did I do something wrong, Bella?" he asked quietly.

"No." I cringed, "I did. I'm sorry, Edward. It's not you. You are perfect…and hot…and sweet…I really didn't want this…"

Edward raised a brow at me and I took a good look at his body.

"Okay, I do want this…" I corrected, "But I really wanted to talk to you and Alice set this up. I'm so sorry."

He gave a little smile. "That's alright. We can talk if that's what you prefer. I'm a very good talker."

God, he's awesome. I can't believe I passed up sex with him. I am a fucking idiot.

"Come here." He patted the floor, "I can give you a nice massage while we're talking. How would that be?"

Hmmm. Not a bad idea. I am really tense.

"Ummm…" I held my shirt closed with both hands, "Okay."

"Good." Edward brightened, his finger curling me towards him on the floor.

Mommy.

I got down on the soft floor and he positioned me so I was laying face down to the floor. He straddled his legs over my butt, not putting any of his weight on me, as asked, "Would you care to lose the shirt, Bella?"

"Oh, okay." I unbuttoned it and he slipped it off me. I grabbed it and held it over my bra, shaking. He didn't push me to take the bra off and I was glad about that.

His fingers began to move across my back like a skilled masseuse's. My rigid body was fast starting to relax as he worked my shoulders first. I didn't object when his fingers slowly moved my bra straps off my shoulders.

"So, Bella…what topic would you care to discuss?" Edward began the conversation.

Maybe I could ease into this. Make some small talk first.

"My friends and I…" I began, "are having a really great time here. We all like you the best."

Ugh. I want to die.

"Well, thank you, Bella." He sounded truly appreciative, "I think I like you three best, too."

Yea, I'm sure he tells every woman here that same thing.

"You're quiet," his voice melted like hot honey, "sweet, and gentle. You were the few women tonight who didn't hurt me in the cage."

My heart stung a little from this revelation and I heard myself say, "I saw how they were treating you in there. It must be so hard to endure that. I felt like ripping them out of there and…"

His hands were dazzling my body as he traveled down my arms.

"No girls ever try to rescue me." He stated with no bitterness, only amusement, "It's part of the job, but…you're pretty much on your own around here. We have no security guards. Whatever happens happens."

"I hated it when they were whipping you." I kept talking like a high school girl with a crush.

He chuckled softly. "It didn't hurt."

Leaning in, he placed a deep hot kiss on my back and began to massage down the center of it now.

Wow. My back was radiating some wild heat now from the small kiss he had placed there.

"Thank you…" he whispered, "for caring."

I want one of these for my house.

Okay, I had to get to my question now.

"Uhh, Edward?" I began.

"Uhh, Bella?" he was smiling, I could tell from his voice.

"There is something I wanted to ask you." I cleared my throat.

"Proceed." He purred.

He sounded like he knew I was going to ask for sex. Why wasn't I, again, not asking for it?

"I am in college, NYU, and am studying to be a psychiatrist. A big part of my grade this year comes from me doing a thesis, to study the mind of someone special, complex. In a sense, to become a psychiatrist to my subject."

"That sounds very interesting, Bella." He was working my back with vigor now, loosening the kinks in my muscles so well it was scary.

"Yea." I widened my eyes, feeling his hands melting my resolve away. I wanted him…was so aroused I wanted to leap on him right this second. But I kept talking.

"I thought I had someone picked out but they backed out on me at the last minute." I informed, laying my cheek to the floor, in a daze from what his hands were doing to me. I can still feel his hot kiss on my spine.

"That's too bad." He was really listening…I think.

I spun around suddenly, holding my shirt over my bra, now underneath him.

"Will you be mine?" I blurted out and he smiled at me.

"I mean…" I put a hand on his chest as he began to move down towards me, "I mean, will you be my subject? I think you're very interesting."

His brow creased in confusion. I wondered if he ever got an offer like this one before.

"What are you asking me, exactly?" he asked tenderly, no hint of rudeness.

"I can pay you…" I said up front, remembering Alice's words about strippers only doing things for money, "I have a little inheritance my grandmother left me."

He stood up, extending his hand to me to help me up. Would he throw me out now? I gave him one hand of mine and he gently helped me to my feet.

"Let's sit down." He motioned to the sofa. I hurriedly put my shirt on and held it closed, sitting down as he joined me, very close to me. I guess personal space was not a big deal around here.

"How long would you like me?" he asked, sounding serious about doing this now.

"Uhh…a week or two…I guess." I shrugged.

"Two weeks?" he folded his hands, "Days and nights?"

"Yes." I replied, being greedy, "But when I have a class, you can do what you want."

"I do have some work lined up in the next couple weeks." He looked deep in thought, "I am very popular." He smiled a crooked smile at me.

"Oh, well I would want to go with you to that." I informed, "That would also be part of my paper, seeing your life, getting to know you…"

"Well I guess I can bring you on some of those jobs." He pondered out loud, looking me up and down briefly, "But I'm not sure if my life is for you. It's…strange."

"That's why I want you." I pointed out, "I mean, as my subject."

"How much are you offering?" he asked, still very polite and amiable.

"How much are you asking?" I had no idea what to offer him. Suddenly it seemed 5 million dollars wouldn't be enough.

Was I actually talking about renting this man? God, Charlie would barbeque me.

"Twenty five thousand dollars." He said with a deep voice, his eyes smoldering.

I let a gasp out of my mouth. For 14 days? Am I that disgusting?

"That's like…$1500 a DAY!" I complained.

"$1,785 a day." He corrected, quite the little calculator now, leaning in and moving my sleeve up, placing a wet kiss on my shoulder, taking a careful painless bite, "And I would earn my salary, Bella."

Wow. Now $25,000 doesn't sound that unreasonable to me.

And it seems to me he still thinks I am buying him for sex games for 2 weeks. I don't think he even believes my thesis story. Men.

"I have $20,000." I said honestly.

He was suddenly very business-savvy now and it was here I saw the brain behind the body. This was not his first time doing this and that was obvious.

"Do you have a dorm room or apartment?" he asked, wanting the details of this job.

"Apartment." I responded, "I live alone."

"One bed?"

"Yes." I began to say something else but he smiled and said, "Shhh, it's no problem, I'm just asking."

I shut up and answered more of his questions.

Finally, he said, "I will give you my answer within the hour. Wait at your table and I'll come to you. If I accept, I get a cashier's check for the $20,000 up front. If I fail to perform my duties, you are free to cancel the check. If you cancel the check after I've completed my 2 weeks, you will be opening a very nasty can of worms. I don't like to sound this way, Bella, I'm sure you are honest but I have to say that before we go any further. I have been burned before and have to protect myself. You understand?"

He scared me for a second there but now his eyes were back to being kind and friendly.

"Yes I do." I said with a little voice, "I wouldn't cancel the check, Edward."

He leaned in and kissed my lips again, no tongues but still erotic and long. His mouth was softer than melted butter and he tasted like cherries. How does he DO that?

"I like your mouth." He growled, taking another kiss to my neck.

"Yours isn't bad, either." I said sarcastically, touching his large shoulder with a trembling hand. It felt like warm marble.

"Let me take you back to your friends." He kissed my neck again, then stood slowly and picked up his costume pieces from the floor. He took my hand into his again and lead me out of the room, silently walking me back to the noise of the club area. I was in a daze.

I had actually asked this man to belong to me for 2 weeks and he was going to consider it now! Oh God I'm a lawbreaker! And a JOHN! I'm going to hell for this. Worse, I'll be a guest on Jerry Springer!

Edward led me to my table and Alice and Rosalie stared at us, smiling. He gave my hand a long kiss and whispered, "Thank you, Bella, for a wonderful time."

He pushed my chair in for me and kissed the top of my head, and then he was gone, faded into the darkness.

They dived on me, in a frenzy to get information.

"Shut up! Shut up!" I gritted, "Nothing happened so don't ask."

"Nothing?" Alice asked in disbelief, "Oh, come on!"

"He gave me a massage." I informed.

"Did you talk to him about the thesis thing?" Rosalie asked, eating a cherry from her drink.

"Yea." I stated, wanting a new drink but too scared Edward would be the waiter to bring it to me, "He's…thinking about it. He said he'll let me know within the hour."

"Go, girl!" Alice punched my arm, almost knocking me over.

I didn't tell my friends that I offered to pay him all that money, though. If he said yes, I'd tell them tomorrow, in a nice, quiet setting where they could yell at me properly.

"He won't do it." Rosalie already decided for herself. But then she didn't know about the salary I offered him.

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I walked up to Victoria's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in." she called.

I leaned in, giving her my smile. "Got a minute, Victoria?"

"Always, for you, sweetie." She sparked when she saw me and pushed away from her computer, leaning back in her chair at her desk as I walked in, closing the door behind me.

"I am thinking about doing a job." I began as usual whenever I was offered a good assignment, "Two weeks, being a personal toy, one girl."

She smiled, not surprised and began to type in her computer.

"Name?" she asked.

"Bella Swan." I informed, waiting for her to do the background check as she always did.

Victoria looked at her screen, reading as I smirked at her.

"College student, New York University." She read more, "Boring. One parking ticket 1 year ago, paid in full. Her father is chief of police in Forks, Washington. You okay with that?"

"That doesn't bother me." I shrugged, "There will be no proof of anything. He can't get me."

"Well, besides that…there's nothing else here…nothing!" Victoria informed, looking disappointed.

"That's good, isn't it?" I grinned, not really surprised that Bella was okay.

"I guess." Victoria shrugged, leaning back in her chair again, "Does that mean you can't be here on your nights?"

"I can be here some nights." I informed, "Can I let you know the morning of each day if I'll be in?"

"Sure," she agreed, always willing to be flexible with me.

"Get the money first," she reminded me, "Don't forget that one time."

"I know, I told her already." I didn't want to be reminded of my stupid, naïve days.

"Good." Victoria tilted her head, looking me up and down, "You were so good tonight. Every single woman here told me how happy you made them."

"Thanks, Victoria." I put my hands behind my back, smiling at her.

"Come here." She purred.

I smiled a little more, walking over to her chair and getting down on my knees as her legs opened, her little mini dress not covering much of her.

I removed my tuxedo collar and cuffs and tossed them to the floor.

I kissed her immediately, knowing what she wanted. Come here always meant come fuck me. It had been a little over a week since I was last with her.

"Ohhh Edward…" she moaned, loving my rough kisses as I moved her little dress up, revealing her naked and totally shaved pussy. Moving the dress up more, I found the very white Irish breasts, not large but small and pert. I had the whole dress off her now and I placed it on the desk top. Once, I threw her dress and she hurt me for that. I'll never do that again.

She was naked now in her leather chair as I groaned, working on her neck, holding her arms down, as she liked it, hard and forceful. I began licking and biting her breasts, making little screams come out of her.

I grabbed her out of the chair and threw her back to her desk, kneeling down between her, yanking her legs apart and diving my mouth into her hairless, soft flesh, biting and lapping, licking..sucking.

Victoria's sounds always drove me to go rougher. She made animal sounds, grunts, growls, heavy savage panting.

After I had pleased her a few times with my tongue, and she was good and happy, I flipped her roughly onto her stomach and stood up, unbuttoning my pants and letting them drop to my knees, my throbbing erection piercing into her hot, wet body.

She screamed again and again as I pounded into her, my hands gripping her legs, using them to drive her back and forth, harder into my hips as I slammed harder into her tight little cunt. Her small little ass slapped against my pelvis, making a nice sound as I savagely rammed into her over and over again. This is how she liked it.

Her hands were gripping the edge of her desk that laid before her, her long mane of hair hiding her face as she rode me.

I was close to coming and groaned, "Victoria…"

"I know, I'm coming EDWARD!!" she cried out, screeching and clawing the desk, "YES!! YES!! FUCK YES!!"

She reached orgasm again right before I did and I let out a loud, hard growl as I held her tightly against me now, spewing my juices into her as I shouted out in satisfaction.

After a couple minutes, we began to catch our breath and I leaned down, kissing her white little ass cheeks, taking a little bite as she yelped out, giggling. I withdrew from her, grabbing a couple of warm towels from the cabinet to the right of the desk. She always had these ready and close by. I began to clean up and placed a towel over her butt, watching her slowly start to move and turn until she was sitting naked on her desk, looking at me.

I zipped up and buttoned my pants, knowing I'd take a shower downstairs in the dressing room before I left, as always.

I smiled at her and came in for more kisses, holding her hair tightly in my hands.

"You're soooo good, Edward." She complimented, laying her head on my shoulder as I stroked her hair.

"Not as good as Emmett, I'm sure." I teased.

"Oh God, he is being such a baby lately, isn't he?" Victoria laughed with me a little bit.

"He is." I smirked, "But you should stroke him a little while I'm gone. Whores need reassurance, too, you know, from time to time. Let him know he's still your favorite."

"What if he's not?" Victoria smiled at me suggestively, not hurrying to get dressed.

I looked at her, my brow furrowed in confusion.

"I think you're becoming my new favorite, Edward." She informed without shame or fear of my reaction.

I grinned, leaning towards her, purring, "Does a raise come with that honor?"

And my fingers pinched at her little nipples.

"You little whore…" she smiled affectionately, "Go back to work."

"Yes, Boss Lady." I gave her a small kiss goodbye for now, putting my collar and cuffs back on and going back downstairs to the nice invisibility of the dark club.

I served more drinks and ignored Bella's table on purpose, letting her stew for awhile. The women in the club were all very drunk and rough now and I felt scratches on my back, they felt wet.

A couple of women threw me against a wall and made me spill my tray of drinks. One large woman had me pinned to the wall, her arm against the back of my neck, not letting me go as she and her friend proceeded to shove their hands down my pants, thrilled to feel nothing but skin there.

I felt the woman's who was holding me to the wall and her other hand grabbed my wrist, twisting it around behind my back, at an awkward angle. I felt if I moved too much, it would surely snap.

"May I turn around?" I tried to sound sensual, hoping to free my cheekbone from the hard cement of the wall.

"NO!" the woman shouted at me as her friend laughed hard. I tried to move back from the wall but the woman was strong and shoved me into it violently.

I gave a little growl, not wanting to displease them but they were hurting me. My face was throbbing where she smashed it into the concrete and it was still grinding against the wall now.

"Do it, Bette." The large woman holding me told the other one.

The other woman laughed, quickly reaching into my waist, unbuttoning my pants and unzipping them.

"Girls…behave…no need to be rough…" I cooed with my voice, although my mind was getting pissed off.

"Shut up, slut!" the woman grabbed my hair from the back and hit my cheek into the wall again.

DAMN, that's my FACE BITCH!

I closed my eyes and waited for them to get done with me so I could go. This sometimes happened at the end of the night. It was an unfortunate part of the job that we had no security here.

"Ooooh, no underwear…" they sounded pleased as they yanked my pants down to my knees. I let out a breath as they groped me with callous hands. The woman not holding me to the wall was jerking my penis hard while I growled without words.

Looking around, I tried to find Emmett or Jasper…or anyone. But I was in a dark area and could see no one. Someone was dancing onstage and the women were all flocked over there, screaming and dancing.

"Please…ladies…" I tried to keep my professional voice as my dick involuntarily hardened in her hand. I winced, hating how easy my penis was. Anything, it seemed, would give me an erection. Even being raped.

Then I felt teeth biting into my ass and HARD!!

I broke character and screamed out, feeling a hand try to cover my mouth, digging fingers into my face as I tried to struggle out of it, my head jerking from side to side, not getting away from the large hand over my shouting lips.

"Hold him!" the other woman said to the large one holding me and I felt a mouth sucking on my dick.

Fuck! I work out every day, how can I not fight this woman OFF ME?! She must've escaped from prison or something but she was lots stronger than ME!

Please don't bite, please don't bite….I prayed.

"HEY!!" I heard a girl's voice behind us, "LET HIM GO!!"

A scuffle started behind me that I couldn't see and in seconds I was free. I yanked my pants up and zipped them, turning to see the three college girls fighting with the two women who were harassing me. Bella was on the seven foot woman's back, pounding her with her little fists, pulling her hair.

I couldn't believe I felt a smile crawling across my lips. Rosalie and Alice were fighting off the other one. I threw myself into the mix, trying to help Bella with the incredibly tall and muscular woman she was wrestling with.

"GIRLS, GIRLS!!" I tried to calm them all down, not wanting them to get hurt for my sake, "Come on, break it up! Let's be good girls now!"

Emmett found us then and rushed over, separating the women.

"Go to your tables, go!" he told all of them. Bella gave me a look of concern as she walked back to her table. I smiled at her group and followed Emmett to the dressing rooms.

"Attacked again?" Emmett asked as we crossed the red line out of the club area.

"Yep." I touched my fingers to my cheekbone, feeling blood, just a little.

I hurried and checked out my face in the mirror, it wasn't as bad as it felt. A little pink bump, a small scratch next to it. It should take one day for that to heal.

I yanked down my pants, looking at my ass in the mirror, a nice red bite mark staring back at me, a little blood on it.

Emmett was laughing as I went into my little first aid kit in my drawer and started putting ointment on it.

"Damn it." I gave a little hiss as the burning medicine soaked into it.

"Poor little thing." Emmett giggled at me.

"I'm not little, they were just HUGE!" I defended, "The one holding onto me looked like Andre the Giant!"

After a few minutes, Jasper came in and asked me, "Do you want to see some girl named Bella? She's outside, asking for you."

"Yea, let her in." I stuck a large band aid over my bite mark and pulled my pants up, zipping and buttoning.

A minute later, Bella was coming in, holding her notebook. I thought she'd be nervous to come in here but she looked more concerned about me.

"Are you alright?" she trembled a little, her eyes glistening, "I'm sorry I didn't see you sooner, I would've…"

"It's alright, Bella, I'm fine." I shrugged, "Things get a little scary at the end of the night. They just got a little too drunk and carried away. It happens."

"Yea, four times a week, to this one!" Emmett added in his two cents now as I shot him a stern gaze.

Smiling back at Bella, I put her mind at ease.

"It's all okay, Bella." I assured her, "I'm a big boy. I'm used to it."

"Nothing bothers you." She stated, "How do you do that?"

"Getting back to our business." I took the notebook out of her hand, opening it to a blank page, writing, "I would love to work with you, Bella. This is who you're to make the cashier's check out to and I'm giving you a couple pieces of my personal information so you can do a background check on me, for your own safety, of course. Always check any person you don't know, Bella. It's just smart and safer if you ever do this again in the future."

I wrote E.C. Construction on her pad, that's who the check would be made out to. Victoria had a business account set up for me that I could put my money into and make it clean, as if I were a contractor fixing roofs for a living. She was more than just a boss here in the club, she was like my unofficial business manager. She taught me things, she guided me, she kept me safe and out of jail.

I handed her back the pad and looked up at her little strange smile.

"I told Victoria I could do a few nights here and there in the next two weeks and she's alright with that. You could join me here, no charge, if you like on those nights."

"That's great," she replied, "It will help me to see you more, on the job, and in private, both."

Emmett sat there but minded his business, not uttering a word now. I was glad.

"And if you want to write your address down for me…" I handed her my pen.

"Oh God, duh." Bella blushed, scolding herself for not thinking to give me that information. I smiled at her as she scribbled on another piece of paper, then tore it out and handed it to me.

She included her phone number, too along with the address. I had a pretty good idea that she had never done anything like this before and was on new ground here, but novices didn't bother me. I preferred them to the hardened, jaded ones who acted like they knew everything.

"Great." I smiled at her as I folded her paper, "When do you want me?"

She turned purple in the cheeks again. I smiled, loving that giveaway blush that told me I was doing my job right.

"Ummm…." She stumbled verbally, "Whenever you're free…"

Free. I am never free.

"This is Saturday, " I said to myself aloud, "Sunday is a day of rest, so I'll give you tomorrow off, how about Monday?"

She looked surprised I was planning on coming so fast but said, "Cool!"

"Cool." I repeated, grinning at her innocence, "I could come make you breakfast if that's okay. Like…nine?"

Her face blushed again. I had to chuckle at her, she was very cute. This would be a fun and easy job.

"That sounds amazing." She almost whispered, "I hate to cook, so…and I have no classes until like 1 o'clock that day. Then I get home around…4, so you'd have like 3 hours all to yourself."

I could clean her place while she was gone…then maybe make her a nice dinner. This wasn't really part of what she hired me to do but I liked to do anything I could to please my owner while she had me.

She was paying me a lot of money and I always earned my pay, doing whatever I could to please her.

I discovered women liked having me clean their house and cook for them, in addition to the sex. I would hate to be like some of my friends and just lay around while she was in school. That is just lazy and dishonest. Bella owns me for two weeks and she would get two weeks of me, even if she wasn't here.

Yes, I did ruin women for any other normal man after I had a little stay at their place. So often I'd get calls again to come back for another little job. I had a bunch of regulars and that made me feel better than constantly going with strangers all the time. I knew Bella only had this money and it was a special inheritance. I probably wouldn't hear from her again after this job so I intended to be very good to her.

She looked like the smart, nose in a book type girl who never got to have much fun. I planned to fix that in these next two weeks.

"Okay." I agreed, smiling at her, biting my bottom lip curiously as I looked into her eyes.

She took a breath, fanning herself with her notebook.

"God, it's hot in here." She panted lightly.

"Yes." I said, letting my eyes sink into hers without another word.

She looked nervous and tired.

"Well, we're gonna get going now." Bella took a step or two away from me.

"Hey where'd you think you're going?" I stood up and moved into her, towering over her as my hands touched the walls on each side of her, blocking her from getting away from me.

She looked scared, unable to get any words out. It was fun playing with her.

"No kiss for your boy?" I asked sadly, nose to nose with her.

"Oh…okay…" she shivered as I leaned in, my finger cupping under her chin, tilting her face up to me, waiting breathlessly as I took her in for a nice deep kiss.

I didn't use my tongue but opened and closed my mouth with hers over and over…my eyes closing softly as I tasted sex on the beach, the perfect squeaks and sounds of our wet lips colliding in the air.

Her voice moaned and she dropped her notebook, flinging her thin arms around my body, her little fingernails lightly moving up and down my back, warming me nicely.

She likes me.

I ended the kiss a moment or two later, my nose nuzzling hers as I smiled my big happy smile at her.

"Miss me." I gave her a small order as she smiled like a little girl up at me.

"I will," she breathed.

"I will see you Monday, Bella." I took her hands and placed a kiss on each one. I bent over and picked up her notebook, handing it to her.

"Call me if you see something on my background check you don't like, but I assure you, I'm a good boy. There's nothing there. But do it anyway. Always. Promise?"

"Yes, Edward." She grinned at me.

"Good girl." I fixed her hair a little, "Let me take you to your table. Hopefully that giant has calmed down out there."

I walked her out of the dressing rooms and to the club area, where her cute little friends were waiting for her.

"Hi girls." I greeted them.

"Oh God, are you okay?" Alice asked, Rosalie also looking worried about me.

"Oh yea, I forgot about it already." I waved my hand, "It happens. Please, don't worry about me."

"Did you all have a good time tonight?" I asked them, still holding Bella's hand as I saw her friends take notice in silence, shooting Bella looks.

"Oh YEA!" Rosalie answered, laughing, "We love it here! We've never done anything like this before, but we are going to become regulars here now!"

I chuckled. "Good, we like young beautiful girls hanging around. Especially tough ones that can rescue me when I'm in a jam."

"We'll be your bodyguards." Alice laughed, making fists, "We've got your back, vampire !"

"His name's Edward." Bella interjected.

"Edward!" a girl called from the bar, "I need you in a sec!"

"We're hogging you, we should go." Bella let go of my hand.

"Thanks to all of you again, for your help." I said, a little embarrassed but meaning this.

"No problem." Rosalie smiled.

"Goodnight, ladies." I nodded to them, then to Bella, "See you soon, love."

I kissed her cheek quickly and excused myself, going to the bar to get moving on my bartending duties.

I peeked at them as they left the club, looking forward to my upcoming two weeks with an innocent college girl, a brain, too. I knew all that stuff about her thesis and school was just an excuse she was using to make me feel more comfortable with her offer. It was kind of her to think of me but I am bought and sold all the time. It didn't shock me anymore.

I got my drinks and balanced the tray on my palm, moving precisely around the partying women to get to my table, watching out this time for dark corners and large women.

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