Ah Ed, our little virgin. :P Well,not really anymore, but he's still a virgin at heart.

I'm really liking where this one's going. Tell me what you guys think.


Chapter 4

"I need you to be a body guard for Winry." Was what she began with. "I just hired a new girl who only speaks English, I wanted to assign Breda to her rather than trying to find someone else."

Ed nodded and cossed his arms. "Why not asign me to her? I mean, I can speak English, it's my first language."

Mama smiled. "Wirny's taken a liking to you; besides, she only speaks German, I've wanted to pair her up with someone who speaks her language. On top of that, whatever it was that you did to her, she talks about it all the time."

He couldn't help but blush. "Is it fair to say I don't remember?" Edward rubbed the back of his head.

She became confused. "You don't remember? Why?"

Hesitating slightly he averted his gaze momentairly and then returned. "I was really drunk...I don't remember."

Pausing, she took time to snicker. "I'm sorry. You were intoxicated to the point that you couldn't remember, but you could still fornicate. That's nothing short of amazing." She stood up, crushing the cigarette butt on the small ashtray that adorn her desk.

Ed blushed a little deeper. "..." He was really at a loss for words. He was never good at talking about sex, this was no exception, espically since it was as if he was talking to his mother. He knew it wasn't really her, he had long since desensitized himself to meeting people in this world that he knew. Though it still was weird. "What is it that you want me to do?" He was still preplexed as to what she wanted from him, and he was desperatly looking for a segway to go back to talking about the job at hand rather than sex.

"Right." She rounded the desk and sat on the edge of it right in front of Edward. "Winry's popular amongst our clients. Though most of our clients are good to pay up, some are a little less than coorperative. That's where you come in. If they don't pay up, you take care of it. Be it, talking convincingly to them, threatening them or even beating them to within an inch or their lives, you do it. Also, if they get violent with the girls, most have a difficult time defending themselves."

Ed turned the thought over in his head. "I don't know..."

She shook her head. "What you're doing isn't illegal, everyone who buys one of my girls time for a while is informed that if they are unable to pay, they suffer the conciquences. This is a business, it needs to be run like a business, not a daycare. I have every intention to run it like a business. I can pay you quite well. What do you say? Will you take the job?" She gave him that warm mothering smile that his own mother was the mirror image of.

Knowing full well that this could potentially be a dangerous job, he smiled back and nodded. "Yes, I'll take it." Not only would it give him a chance to keep in shape, but it also gave him a stroke of nostalgia. Fighting was something that he missed, he admitted to that. He couldn't help being naturally violnt, it was because of his upbringing with Izumi that he was tough as nails and wanted to remain as so.

"Perfect." Mama-san smiled and stood up and reached into her coat pocket. "I'll give you an advance pay and send you home now, just to make sure you get rested up. Make sure to get plenty of sleep, this job will be taxing. I suggest you devote yourself like Breda here." She smiled at him, standing there, obidently. "My hard working Scott."

He nodded in approval. "Right." Breda said with a smile.

"I'm not hard to get along with; and please, Edward, just trust me and all will work out for you." She smiled as she extended his pay.

Ed looked at it and then back to her, he couldn't help but smile as he took the cash into his hand. "Of course." How could he refuse the face of his own mother? He had to keep reminding himself that this line of work was not only legal, but it was necessary. If there was one thing that he hated seeing people do, it was hurt the ones he loved and taking advantage of the weak. Not that he loved the Winry who's decent was of this side of the gate, but still, he wanted to protect her if she couldn't do it herself, it was the least he could do.

"I'll warn you now though, Winry's not the easiest to get along with. She did mention you, so that's a start, but don't try to get too close, you'll only get hurt in the end, alright?" Mama-san gave her warning to Edward as she walked around her desk and sat in the fancy looking leather bound chair.

Her office had no windows, and it was dimly lit, with the exception of the desk lamp which illuminated her work area. The back wall was lined with pictures, most likely of her and her family and friends. He saw an older picture hanging in an expensive looking frame. It was one of her and what appeared to be her parents. The one next to it was one of her standing next to all of her emploies. He knew this becaues that younger girl with the brown hair was in it and so was Winry. It looked recent.

"Here." She extended her hand to him, it seemed as though she was holding something.

Confused, but being curtious just the same, he reached his hand out and a small ring landed in the palm of his hand. "What's this for?" He said, examining the ring. It was a nice looking gold ring with a small dark red jewel inside of it. He slid it on his left middle finger, the only one that fit, and admired the craftmenship on the thin ring that when it met the jewel, swirled once on top of the stone and then connected with the rest of the ring. It was the same on the bottom.

"If you wear that ring, it means you work for me. It'll come in handy someday. I've got quite the reputation, so you never know when it'll benefit you. Think of it as my gift to you." She smiled quaintly as Ed took his leave and headed out the door he came in.

Reaching into his pocket he tugged out a bill and looked over to the counter. Figuring that one drink before he left wouldn't hurt, he began heading toward the bar. Sitting down at one of the stools on the end, the bartender came over to Edward. "Ah, so you were here for a job." The bartender smiled as he stood in front of Edward. "That means you drink for free my good man. What can I get you?"

Ed could only sit there, blinking, for a few seconds. "Free?" At that moment, Ed regretted sitting down at the bar. He hated spending lots of money on drink, getting wasted and then having to deal with the sickness the following day, but if he didn't have to pay, that took a good chunk of the sting out of it. Edward smiled. "Do you have Napolean Rum?" He said in a hopeful tone.

The bartender turned around, scanned his arsenault and came back with a twenty five year old bottle of the stuff. "Here you are." He slammed the quart down on the table in front of Edward followed up by classy looking glass. "Ice?" He held out a cube or two.

Ed nodded and the man dropped the ice into his glass. Upon doing so, the barkeep turned to tend to another customer. "You've got to be kidding me." He smiled and began to pour the alcohol over the tiny pieces of ice that filled his glass.

Time passed, not wanting to drink the entire bottle, he stopped about halfway and handed it back to the one who gave it to him in the first place. Feeling pretty good, he thanked the bartender and carefully slid off the stool. Sucessfully reaching the ground, he began to cross the floor, a slight sway in his step. A girl, one who he had not met before, in either world, took him by the arm. "So. You're Mama-san's new boy?" She had a darker shade of long blond hair done up in ringlettes with two pale blue eyes, much like the whie part of the inside of an ice cube, but with a blue color added. Ed nodded as he held up the ring. She smiled. "My name's Ilsa. Come sit and talk with us for a while."

Being too drunk to distinguish between good and evil, again, he took the girls offering and sat down with them. "So, who are you working with?" Ilsa asked.

Ed smiled as he reused a cigarette being offered to him. "I'm working with Winry."

The rest of the girls exchanged glances. One of the other one's piped up. "She put you with Winry? That girl doesn't like much of anyone."

Ed shook his head. "Ah, no, no, no. She actually asked for me personally." Ed smiled as the red blush creeped over his cheeks and nose.

"Really?" Ilsa was shocked. "Are you two an item?"

Ed shook his head once again. "No, I just slept with her one night I was out, and for some reason, she really liked me." He laughed. "I guess I did something right."

Ilsa piped up again. "Dont get my hopes up. You're working for her, not me." She nudged him and smiled.

Ed smiled in return. She really seemed like a nice girl, but he figured that was just in the job description to begin with. Not paying it any mind, he sat with them and chatted.

The hours passed into the late hours of the night. It was nearly midnight before Edward looked at the clock and realized the time. "Oh, I should probably get home." He said, a slur was prevelant. He managed to have a couple more drinks before calling it quits.

Ilsa leaned over and pearched heself on top of Edward. "I don't want you to go, there's not too many bodyguards as handsome as you." She leaned in and kissed him.

Reacting to the touch Ed reached his hands up and pushed her away lightly. "I really don't have the money right now." He said politely.

She smirked. "Mama-san's boys get special treatment, for free." She kissed him once again.

This time, Edward went along with it. He knew he had to stay sober from this point on in order to not get one of these girls knocked up, but he went with it this time. He had only just met this girl and yet, she was all over him. Once again, he figured it must have been in the job description.

Ilsa caught him a little off guard when she stopped kissing him and moved downward, toward his belt. "Woah, wait a sec." He took her hands to try and stop her. "There's so many people around." His head may have been spinning, but he knew when something was out of place enough to make him feel uncomfortable.

She tugged away from his grasp and began undoing his belt. "Don't worry, this is perfectally normal. Just look around." Ed glanced over to see a few other guys getting the same treatment as him, other's had girls half dressed up against a wall, he could only imagine what they were doing.

He gave her the 'ok' and watched her carefully, he never had something like this done to him before, let alone in a room full of people. Having second thoughs, he piped up. "Maybe we should move anyw--ah, never mind." His second thoughts were cut short. Edward's head leaned back as the girl began doing what she, apparently, did best. Not being as drunk as he was the last time he encountered something like this, he could actually feel and expirence what was going on.

Ed's mind was spinning, not just because of the rum, but this sensation was so intense, he was in complete raputre. He could have sworn that all his fingers were tingeling, even though one of his arms was made of metal. After only a few minutes, his toes curled in his boots as his body surged with pleasure.

The girl lifted her head and smiled. "Pretty good, huh?"

Ed caught his breath. "...Damn..." Was all he could muster with an overly pleased smile on his face.

Ilsa helped do the front of his pants up and his belt as well. She smirked and gave him one last kiss. "Welcome to your new life."

Edward paused momentairly, then smiled in return. "Yeah."


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