This chapter has a trigger warning for rape about half way through. Please do not read if this is an issue for you.
Regina was slowly getting dressed as Graham showered after their session. Even though she usually tried to leave as quick as possible, today so was hanging about until he finished his usual cleanse, in the hope of getting a tip. She was always compliant with his requests but today she made sure to put in extra effort.
She wished that he would let her use the shower. After every punter had used her it was always the first thing they did, as if they were washing away their sins. None of them had ever allowed her to use their facilities, after using her for their gratification they wanted her gone as quickly as possible. Emma was the only exception. There was also Sydney but he was another matter entirely.
Regina almost felt like she had free reign when she was in Emma's house. The blonde would even offer her food, that was something that was completely unheard of, punters never offered to feed them. She knew this from speaking with the other escorts. More often that not she would decline Emma's offer of sustenance, even when she stayed all night, she wanted to keep up appearances. On the odd occasion that she had accepted something to eat it was usually because Gold had taken away her food 'privileges' as punishment. Gold ruled with an iron fist and any tiny misdemeanour could invoke his wrath. If he was in a particularly bad mood he would sometimes punish them all for something one of the girls had done.
Regina's stomach twists as she hears the shower being shut off and the glass door sliding open. She knew that she was expected to be gone by the time he was done but she was pretending to have just finished getting dressed as he steps into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist and his empty eyes staring at her. She can make out a bit of surprise on his face but mainly just annoyance. Regina doesn't let it outwardly show that she is aware she has overstepped the mark, instead she walks over to him, an innocent look plastered across her face as she runs a finger down his damp, defined torso. Wanting to play to his ego she flutters her eyelashes. "Thanks for fucking me so good." He hadn't. "I can't wait until next time." She could. She finished off by biting her lip and gently rubbing her finger on his stomach, just above where the towel stopped.
Without saying anything he firmly grabbed her by the elbow and walked her to the front door. He had always been a man of very few words, the most she ever got out of him were barked orders as he positioned her body in whichever way he wanted to fuck her in. He handed her the coat she came in, and opened the door for her, the implication obvious, he was done with her and she had no place there until the next time his balls needed emptying. She never let the smile drop from her face as she took the coat off him and walked towards the waiting limousine, it only fell from her cheeks when she was sat in the car.
She felt sick. Not only had she completely fucked up with Emma this morning but now she has probably pissed off another client so much that he wouldn't want her again, and she has no extra cash to show for it! She held back the tears as the car pulled away and took her back 'home.' If she let them fall now she may never stop.
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Back in her room she was getting dressed after finally being able to shower. Every noise she heard coming from the corridor outside her room made her jump. She was terrified of Gold sending his goons to come get her for more punishment. A little while later she heard the sound of high heel approaching, her roommate arrived after having had a few sessions of her own.
"Hey, Regina." The blonde tiredly greeted her friend.
Regina gave a forced smile but didn't say anything.
"What's wrong?" She asks the brunette as she sits on the bed next to her.
"Jus a bad day." She meekly replies.
"Talk to me, tell me what happened. Didn't you have your weekly night with Emma Swan last night? You're usually pretty happy after your nights with her."
The women often spoke to each other about their clients, especially the high profile ones. They had no one else to talk to but each other in their 'prison,' as they referred to it when Gold and his goons weren't around. Most of the girls were jealous when it got around that the gorgeous Emma Swan was one of Regina's clients, they all knew that nearly every client was an asshole, but they might as well be fucking a hot asshole. Kathryn was the only one that the brunette had confided in about how decent Emma was with her.
"I fucked up. I fell asleep and she left without waking me up. Now she must think I'm some clingy whore trying to get my claws into her and her money. Then to make matters worse, Neal snitched to Gold that I was late and when I got back here he took me to the basement." She could almost feel the tears begin to well up in her eyes again.
Kathryn gave a small gasp, the basement was where all the punishments happened. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Gold is such a bastard! From what you've told me about Emma, I don't think you have too much to worry about, she was probably just letting you sleep in."
"She didn't give me a tip, Kathryn. She always gives me a tip." The tears began to spill as she held her head in her hands.
Kathryn knew that Emma always left $500 for Regina, she also knew that Emma had no idea that the cash went straight to Gold's pocket. "If you weren't awake how could she give you the money? Or maybe she was just in a rush and forgot." The blonde suggests to ease her friends pain as she soothingly rubs her back.
Wiping her tears away the brunette inhales deeply to try and calm herself. "I can't lose her as a client, God only knows what Gold will do to me if I lose him the amount of money my sessions with her bring in."
"If she has cancelled you then you'd know by now. I'm sure it's fine and you're just worrying yourself over nothing." The blonde knew her words were empty but it was all she could do to comfort her friend. If she was in Regina's shoes she would be terrified too, Gold didn't take any sort of loss lightly.
To try and take the brunettes mind off it, Kathryn told her all about her last client who had booked her all morning, after his wife had left for work. He was into being emasculated and Kathryn gave Regina a run down of all the names she called him to get him off. They shared a laugh and Regina seemed to smile a little easier. She was so glad she had Kathryn in her life, the blonde always managed to help ease her struggles, even though she was in the same boat as Regina.
As the evening approached she managed to relax a little, knowing that Gold wouldn't be able to punish her now because she was booked up until the early hours of the morning. Eventually Peter came to collect her for her first client of the evening.
Many hours later she was finally in bed, having had a final shower after the last client. Her body ached and there was a dull pain between her legs because of all the rough treatment she had received that night, standard stuff really. She blocked it all out like she usually did and let her thoughts drift to the beautiful blonde that she hoped still wanted her. She thought back to the previous night and how she fell asleep wrapped in strong arms, how Emma, although sometimes demanding, had never hurt her.
*TRIGGER WARNING*
She didn't know what time it was when she was woken by the sound of the bedroom being shut.
"Kathryn?" She sleepily asked into the darkness.
"Kathryn won't be back for a while." Robin's voice answered from the foot of her bed.
Her heart sank, immediately knowing what was about to happen. It was a 'perk' of the job for Gold's goons to get to use the women whenever they fancied it. Gold didn't care what the men did to them as long as they wore a rubber and didn't leave any lasting marks.
"Not tonight Robin, I'm tired and I have an early appointment in the morning." She knew it was a waste of her breath but she had to try. Never in all the time that the men had been taking advantage of them had any of the guys walked away because the girls begged, pleaded or tried to reason with them.
"Pants off and on your hands and knees now, whore." Robin growled as he undid his belt buckle.
Regina complied, it's not like she could fight him off and she definitely didn't want him snitching to Gold. So there she was, on her hand and knees, stripped naked from the waist down as Robin slipped on a rubber and entered her from behind like she was no more than a body temperature fleshlight. The pain between her thighs intensified with every thrust of his hips. He had to pull out and spit on his hand to coat his dick with moisture when the lube on the rubber was used up, because Regina definitely wasn't wet. She never was with any of these bastards. She closed her eyes and waited for it to be over, it never took very long, that was one small mercy.
"Squeeze that slutty pussy around my dick." He ordered her.
This time she didn't comply, even though it would help speed things along, she liked to exert some control from time to time, no matter how pointless it was because he would get his way eventually.
"Are you deaf? I said squeeze my dick."
Still Regina did nothing.
His thrusting stopped as he forcefully grabbed one of her arms and bent it behind her back.
"Argh." She couldn't help but whimper, but she still didn't do as he had ordered.
He pulled her arm further up her back. "Do it or I will bend your arm like this all fucking night."
The pain was absolutely excruciating so she relented and squeezed her pussy around his dick.
"Good whore." He belittled her as he started up his thrusting again, not releasing her arm.
Realising he wasn't going to let go of her arm until he had finished rutting into her she decided to play his game, just to get rid of him. She squeezed around him as he pushed in and relaxed as he pulled out.
"Keep doing that, slut." His hips were getting jerky and Regina was thankful this would all be over soon. A few more thrusts and he was grunting behind her, tightening his hold on her bent arm as his body stiffened. As he relaxed he let go of it and Regina quickly pulled it to her side. When he pulled out of her she hurriedly got her panties and shorts back on and got under the cover.
The cocky bastard had a stupid smile on his smarmy face as he pulled the rubber off and tied the end. "Here, a little memento for you." He laughed as he threw the used rubber at her. She would have liked nothing more than to wipe that self-satisfied grin off his face but instead she threw the offending item in the small bin in the corner of the room as he got dressed and left.
She cried herself to sleep that night, everything after riding Emma's face and falling asleep on her chest that morning had been complete hell. She wanted so bad to be safely tucked in the blondes arms in her queen bed at her mansion.
*END OF TRIGGER WARNING*
Emma had been tossing and turning in her bed for a couple of hours, unable to stop thinking about Regina. She couldn't stop worrying that the brunette wouldn't want to see her again, she must have been pretty pissed to have not taken the money she had left for her, the blonde thought. She had to find a way to banish the woman from her thoughts. Grabbing her laptop from the side of her bed she switched it on and decided to pick another escort. She didn't want to face the sting of Regina rejecting her so she decided to be proactive about it and find another woman she could fuck instead of the brunette.
She scrolled through the pictures on the 'Secret Escorts' site, all the women were beautiful but they didn't compare to Regina, not even close. She keeps scrolling, not overly impressed with any of the faces on the screen, of course she eventually scrolls onto Regina's picture. Her dick gives a little twitch of approval.
"Behave, will you?" She reprimands the excitable appendage, as she lifts the laptop off her legs to look down at her crotch. She looks back at the screen and sure enough she feels another twitch. "No, we can't have her anymore." She continues to berate her dick. She quickly scrolls further down the page and finishes looking at all the escorts. None of them interest her like Regina does, she didn't want any of them but Regina. Childishly she decides to close her eyes and flick the wheel of her mouse up and down and whoever it lands on when she opens them, that's who she will pick. She counted up to sixty seconds, although the last twenty were pretty fast as she grew inpatient, flicking the small wheel. On sixty she opened her eyes. Twitch.
"Fuck." She half-heartedly breathes out.
Those deep brown eyes that affect her in ways she couldn't explain, are looking back at her. The longer she stares at the picture the more her blood flow is directed to her dick. She can feel the needy member coming to life in her boxers.
"Fine, but this is your fault." She blames her thickening shaft as she rubs herself to full length through her underwear, all the while staring at Regina on the screen. She gets a bit rougher with herself, squeezing her until she resist the urge to slip her hand into her boxers and run her palm through the sticky liquid at the tip of her cock. She glides her hand up and down her shaft but it's too large to comfortably keep stroking herself, so she quickly divests her body of the constraining fabric and her vest top.
She rests back against her pillows, stacking two of them next to her so she can sit the laptop on them and keep looking at the screen. Spitting in one hand she firmly grips her cock and starts jerking it. The other hand wantonly gropes her breasts. How she wished the brunette was there with her now, sucking her off. The blonde thinks she has the most perfect cock sucking lips she has ever seen. They always look so amazing when they are sealed tightly around her pulsing shaft. She often wondered what it would be like if the brunette let her cum down her throat. She's pretty sure she would give anything to watch Regina swallow her load. Her hand speeds up, the slick friction it causes making her breath become more ragged and desperate.
Her eyes close and her head relaxes into the pillows behind her as she delves deeper into her fantasies of the brunette. She imagines the woman spread naked on the bed in front of her as she kneels between her olive legs, taking in the sight of her glistening, swollen pussy as she begged Emma to take her. She could almost feel the tight squeeze of the woman's entrance around her throbbing head. No one had ever satisfied the way that Regina had, the woman was literally sex on legs.
Every time her hand reached the head of her shaft she rubbed the sensitive underside with the pad of her thumb, moaning at the sensation it caused. Her hand could never compare to the feel of Regina's tight pussy around her, but the lewd thoughts swimming in her head were certainly helping.
She abandons groping her tits in lieu of fondling her swollen balls, pushing her ever closer to the edge. She can picture it perfectly in her mind, laying on top of Regina, nestled between her thighs, those tanned legs wrapped around her, keeping her firmly in place as hard nipples rubbed against each other. Their tongues moving in sync, just as their bodies do. The way Regina whimpers into her mouth and her tongue stills when Emma hits a particularly sweet spot. Thinking about her cock and tongue both inside Regina's warm, wet holes at the same time is what sends her cum shooting out of her pulsing shaft, the thick ropes of semen landing on her stomach in warm pools. She jerks herself empty, a satisfied moan escaping her. It wasn't as good as the real thing but it was the best she was going to get that night.
After she had cleaned herself up and got back into bed the guilt hit her as she looked at the beautiful face on her screen. She felt so pathetic jacking off to a picture of a woman she had to pay to fuck her. Then there was all the emotions she felt towards her, it had crossed her mind that Regina probably had loads of clients that got attached to her, and she was just as sad and pathetic as them.
Then she started thinking about the fact that loads of men and probably even some women were paying for her services. That made her stomach turn, not out of disgust towards Regina but protectiveness. She wished she could rescue her from her life, Regina had never given her any reason to think that she needed rescuing, but still, no one could be happy in that job. She sighed out loud, annoyed by her own saviour complex. Every one that fucked Regina had probably dreamt about being her knight in shining armour, and now she was one of the sad bastards.
She had one more quick scroll of the website, deciding that she would find someone that was the complete opposite of Regina and that is who she would get an appointment with next. Not seeing Regina again was the right thing to do, she decided. Not even admitting to herself that part of the reasoning being that was that she was terrified of the rejection she was going to be facing. She was surprised that Mr Gold, the guy that handles all the appointments, hadn't called her yet to say Regina no longer wanted to have anything to do with her.
She stopped scrolling when she settled on a picture of a blonde, blue eyed woman who was definitely the complete opposite of Regina. That's the woman she would try to book when she called up after the weekend. Yes, maybe Kathryn was the perfect distraction from her growing attachment to Regina. With that thought in mind she was finally able to drift off to sleep, much later that she would have liked but at least she'd get some sleep before the game in the afternoon.
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Regina was in the communal day room, not having any appointments until later that evening. Saturday afternoons were always particularly quiet for most of the girls. She was watching the Storybrooke Slayers Vs the Boston Belles, she always tried to watch Emma's games when she could. Sometimes it filled her with pride to know that the woman on the Television, the one whose name got chanted every time she score, had picked Regina to fuck. It wasn't a heart filling pride but it definitely helped her ego in a job where that was constantly being picked apart. Today though, that pride wasn't there, instead it was replaced by misery and self-loathing. She still hadn't been told if Emma had dropped her and the not knowing was driving her crazy.
After the game, which they won, courtesy of two goals from Emma, the blonde was being interviewed alongside another teammate. Regina wasn't paying attention to anyone but the blonde though. She always thought it was quiet weird how the blonde was awkward on camera, just how she was when they first met. This was a woman with the world at her feet, tonnes of adoring fans and a salary to rival that of the highest paid male soccer star. They had talked lots during their time together but never about anything truly meaningful, and Regina was very curious as to why the blonde could seem so shy.
*flashback*
Regina waited anxiously after knocking on the door of her new client. She knew of Emma Swan and her appendage from all the media coverage the young star had received since stepping into the spot light a few years ago. The young ones that had money thrust upon them always behaved in the worst way, thinking they could get away with anything they wanted.
The door opened, pulling her out of her thoughts, to be greeted by a demure looking Emma Swan. Her mask was firmly in place as she took the initiative. "Hello, Emma."
"Hi. You must be Regina." She knew very well who the brunette was, she practically had the woman's face burnt into her mind after selecting her from the website.
"I can be anyone you want me to be." The brunette purrs as she walks through the threshold of the blondes home.
"Urm." The audibly gulps." Can I get you a drink?" The blonde didn't know why she was so nervous, she'd done this before, many times in fact.
Regina thinks this may be an easy gig. The blonde seems unsure of herself and that puts Regina is the drivers seat. "White wine would be good."
"Okay, sure. Let's go to the kitchen."
Regina follows her through the large house and leans against the kitchen island as the blonde pours her a drink. She takes a sip and watches as her client almost downs her entire bottle of beer.
"So, urm, I assume you know about my, urm, unique situation?" The blonde questions her.
Of course Regina knows, everyone knows that she has a dick. Regina can't quite figure out why that sort of public information would make the blonde shy. Perhaps it was embarrassingly small?
Regina places her glass on the counter, walks up to the blonde and presses herself tightly against her. "Yes, I do. So how about you let me take care of it for you?" She places a hand on the other woman's crotch and tentatively seeks out the cock through her pants. She hopes that the surprise she feels isn't evident on her face, but that is definitely not an embarrassingly small cock she can feel. What's even more surprising to the brunette than the large dick Emma has concealed in her tight jeans, is her own growing arousal. She's never turned on by any of her clients, hence the need for the bottle of lube she always keeps in her purse.
Regina rubs at the stiffening prick as she sucks on the blondes neck. "Please take it out." The blonde winces slightly from the constraining feel of her pants, as she begs for release.
Regina was almost rendered mute from the word Emma had just used. No one ever used the word 'please' with her. They demanded and they took but they never asked, especially politely. She pulled herself together and reached for the woman's button, once she undid that she pulled down the zip and helped the blonde shimmy out of the denim. She jacked the shaft until once again Emma used the word 'please,' almost begging the brunette for more. After sinking to her knees and finishing the woman off she decided she quite enjoyed sucking the blondes cock, especially when she had the favour returned. That was completely unexpected but totally welcome. She might just enjoy Emma Swan she happily thought as she came down from her high.
*end of flashback*
Thinking back on the first few times they had been together, Regina was trying to remember when Emma stopped using the word 'please' and instead became more demanding. The blonde was never horrible to her but she did miss that initial sweetness of their interactions. She could just hope and pray that Emma Swan hadn't turned her back on her like everyone else had.
