Chloe Bourgeois found herself standing on the edge of the bank of the Siene, staring at the most God aweful ship she had ever seen!
Boards painted different colors made up the outside of the ship. And not even in consistent patterns! But the deck was clean and- thankfully- all one, uniform, dark brown color.
She had been extremely skeptical when Marinette had messaged her last week, asking if she would be able to do her a huge favor. But thinking it would be something more along the lines of 'make a delivery for me', or 'model this outfit quick,' she had accepted.
The last words she had expected to see from sweet, lovable Marinette were 'I need you to seduce my friend Luka. "
Marinette had explained how she used to be Lukas escort when she was with Tikki, and that he had hoped Mari would come to love him. But that hadn't happened. And apparently he was just over here on his ship, pining away for Marinette.
Chloe huffed and rolled her eyes. Marinette. Always Marinette! You didn't see anyone galling all over themselves to love Chloe!
Which was ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!!
She was lovable! Right?!
She dressed impecably. Her body was thin and fit. She knew the best makeup techniques. And her hair was gloriously superior.
So why were men not lining up to be with HER?!
Not that she cared. Because she didn't. She loved herself, and that was enough.
At least, that's what she told herself. Anything to not be one of those pathetic loses who moped and moaned all day about how things weren't handed to them.
Well, boo hoo for them!
Nobody knew how hard life was like Chloe Bourgeois! Born in New York to an American mother by a 'who the hell knows' father, Chloe had been acquainted with the speedier side to life from an early age. Her mother used to sleep with random strangers for drugs and alcohol, while most often Chloe went hungry and unhappy.
At 6, she had found her mother asleep in bed, not moving, and cold. So a 6 year old Chloe had simply covered her up and went to play with what meager toys she had in the tiny apartment.
The child hadn't had any idea how long it had been, but she had been startled by the sounds of the door banging open and the cops rushing in. Something about the neighbours calling them. After that day though, she had never seen her mother again.
Chloe was 10 by the time she realized why.
But at 6, all she thought was that she had been a bad girl, and her mother didn't want her anymore.
Chloe had entered fostercare, and at age 7 been adopted by a man who always seemed to smell aweful!
She never did find out why, but when Chloe was 9, her adopted father had drowned in a boating accident. Which had seemed odd to Chloe at the time, bc in her 2 years with him, he hadn't even gone boating once.
But whatever. What 9 year old REALLY knew their parents?!
So back into fostercare she went. And had been lucky. She stayed with the first family for 3 years, and they had been nice. Went to church every Sunday, and fostered 3 other kids besides her. Until one day, when Chloe was 13, and was supposed to be in school, but after getting sick halfway through the morning, the teacher had sent her home.
When she reached the house she had called home for the last 3 years, the door had been busted open, and everything in the house had been tossed.
And once again, Chloe had become acquainted with death when she found her foster parents shot to death in their living room.
Burglary gone wrong, or some other nonsense.
From there, she was immediately placed with an older woman who kept 6 cats and 2 other kids. It had been aweful! The cats always rolled around in her clothes, and they always smelt funny and were covered in fur!
Chloe had been 15 when her foster mother had been cleaning the eavestrophes of her house when the ladder had slipped out from under her, and she had crashed down 2 stories to fall on the cement patio, cracking her skull open.
This, Chloe found herself back in the system again. But by that time, she was so old nobody had wanted her anymore.
Resigned to living in the boarding house for kids not being fostered, Chloe spent the next year keeping to herself. Until at 16, some man came around looking for his daughter. He had been looking for 15 years. Apparently his wife had taken off with their little girl and he had never heard from them again. But he hadn't ever stopped looking.
After having exhausted all outlets in Europe, he had extended his search to America a few years prior. Which had eventually taken him to that boarding house.
And the man had been struck dumb when Chloe had walked by the office.
Turns out, Chloe was his long lost daughter.
She had quickly been moved back to Paris, when her father, Andre Bourgeois, had proceeded to shower his daughter in lavish gifts and furnishings.
And even now, 7 years later, he was still doing it.
Last month it had been an emerald choker.
The time before that had been exclusive Gabriel designed heels. Before that a new car. A jade nipple Piercing. Diamond Earrings. A gold cell phone case. The list went on and on.
Really, Chloe didn't care about all the stuff. She had a dad!! But he didn't hug her. Or kiss her cheek, or her forehead. He didn't spend time with her! He just wanted to make up for everything with STUFF!
So Chloe had developed a hard exterior. The less things she let in, the less it could hurt her.
But she had let Marinette in. And had been devastated when she had left all the sudden, and they hadn't heard from her for over a year.
Chloe had understood though. Life took you to new places. You adapted, and moved on.
She hadn't even considered that she should just message her. She had her cell number. But Lila came prancing into work one day, saying she had done it, and they needed to. Plan a ladies night. Then Chloe had felt a little stupid. That whole year Chloe had blamed Marinette, but she had been equally to blame.
Now, a little over a year since that ladies night, and thier friendship was better than ever.
Except for this stupid favor.
She didn't do pity sex. Never had, and didn't want to start now!
But dammit all if Mari didn't know what buttons to push!
Which is how she found herself on this stupid pier, looking at this stupid boat, doing a favor for stupid Marinette!
Taking one quick, steadying breath, Chloe took the step from the pier onto the gang plank, and kept going.
Her yellow ballet flats made virtually no sound on the soft wood.
When Marinette had asked her to seduce Luka, she had needed something to go on. His tastes. Demeanor. Things he absolutely hated.
So with that information, she had put together her armor for the night.
Barely any makeup, just a little eyeshadown and lip stick. Her shoulder length hair was half pulled up into a deceptively messy bun, while the rest waved, as if she hadn't spent any time on it at all, but really, she had spent an hour to geg that 'not made up, but made up' curl going.
Mark had said Luka wasn't impressed by lots of additives. He liked the more natural look. And he wasn't into slutty.
So her outfit was a flowly knee length, off the shoulder dress with three quarter inch sleeves in black. She had a bright lemon yellow wide belt to match her shoes and clutch purse, and just a thin gold chain around her neck, with 7 little charms on it.
You wouldn't have known it to look at her, but Chloe was actually quite sentimental. So when, after ladies night, Marinette had gifted them - all the girls from Tikkis- with necklaces with each of their birthstones on it, Chloe had tried hard to supress her tears. She had covered it up with gruff indifference.
But the gleam in Mari's eye probably meant she had seen through that. Thankfully, she hadn't outed her.
Stepping off the gang plank, Chloe glanced around uncertainly. She wasny sure what to do from here.
She didn't hear any sounds, or obvious signs of Luka.
"Hello!" she called out. Not as loud as she could have. She didn't want to scare him if he was busy.
But when a few minutes went by and she didn't get an answer, she tried again.
"Hello?!" she called a little louder. "Anyone there?"
She heard a crash from down below. Well, guess someone was home.
Then she heard a very loud, very clear, "Marinette?! What did you do?!"
Chloe snickered.
Followed by a very Marinette laugh.
Hmmm, must be on a phone call. She had texted Marinette the minute she had stepped out of her car to let her know she was here. She was following through! She'd even sent a photo of the boat, at Mari's request.
"Hello!!?" she almost bellowed. It was a close call. Just shy of being inelegant.
"Who was that? M, I swear to God, -" and then it cut off.
Well God, she hoped Mari hung up. This would be awkward if she was gonna listen in all damn night!
Loud footsteps could be heard, and Chloe self consciously ran a hand over her hair to make sure it was still in place.
Then blue hair shot up from the floor a few feet in front of her.
Chloe startled at the very not typical look of Luka.
She wouldn't have been surprised if she had done her homework that Mari had provided. She's sent her a link and everything! She knew he was famous, though you never tell from his boat. He sang songs or something. Was he in a band?
Chloe internally slapped herself. She should have paid more attention!
Because those blue eyes looking into her equally blue eyes seemed pretty damn all knowing. Like he took one look at her and knew her whole life story.
Broad shoulders covered in tattoos soon followed. And oh God, his chest was bare!
Chloe had to fight so hard to keep the blush off her face! When all she really wanted was to grab a spoon and dive right in!
Or maybe just her hands. Like your eat sweet and sour ribs. Right before you licked your fingers clean.
She really wished she had worn panties now. She could feel herself dripping already, and that could be awkward! But the purpose had been to seduce him! Of course she'd come dressed for the job! She wasn't wearing a bra either. And if her nipples perked up anymore, he'd be able to see the little nipple piercing she had through her dress.
"Luka, I take it?" she asked hesitantly, as he continued up the stairs. Dressed in some low slung Capri shorts that weren't even buttoned up.
Like he had been naked when he heard her, and had quickly thrown on something!
Oh God, what the hell was she doing?!
" Marinette sent me over with something, and wouldn't you know it, I left it in my car?!" she knew she was babbling, but she couldn't STOP! " I'll just, uh, go grab it and come back, yeah?! Ok, yeah, sounds good!"
She visibly flinched.
God, she had fucking answered herself instead of waiting for him to! She was such an idiot!
She whirled around to take off down The gang plank when a hand caught her wrist.
Glancing back, she saw those piercing blue eyes darken. "Your melody is beautiful," he spoke softly.
Chloe's eyes grew wide. Was this dude CRAZY ?!
Because she was totally going to skin Marinette alive for this prank if he was! And to think, not 5 minutes ago, she was thinking about eating him like an iced cream sundae!
" Um, ok... I'm just gonna -" and she tried to take off again.
His hand never wavered from her wrist, making her jerk back.
Huffing, she turned back to the blue haired insane man and put her free hand on her hip. Then pointedly glared at his wrist holding her in place.
He laughed at her. And she tried not to let it affect her.
"You must be Chloe. I have heard very little about you from Marinette."
Unable to help it, the corner of her mouth lifted slightly. Fucking doofus.
"Yes. And your Luka. Mari said your famous or something?" she shrugged, trying to pull off being unimpressed.
He just smiled at her. "Or something. Well, since your here Chloe, would you care for a drink? I could really use a drink."
And without waiting for a response, he pulled her down from where he came.
5 minutes later, they were sitting on a black sectional, a bottle of some godawful amber liquid between them, and 2 glasses. He poured them each a shot, and before she could ebmven pick up her glass, he had downed his.
The quickly poured another and drank that one just as fast.
Hmm... Alcoholic, as well as crazy?
Just her luck.
Mari got the famous sugar daddy. Aurore got the quiet and shy one, until he got into bed. Of course Chloe was doomed for failure.
Taking her shot, she downed it in one go, and felt the burn as it went down. She wanted to gag, but didn't want to come across as a pussy.
"So, who hurt you , Chloe?" he suddenly asked.
Startled, she defended. "What did Marinette tell you?! Nobody hurt me."
Chuckling, he clarified, "Nobody told me. It radiates off of you."
"What utter bullshit. I don't radiant anything but beauty and style."
"Prickly about it then. Gotcha."
"I'm not prickly! I just shaved this morning," she retorted with a wink, making him choke on his drink.
She good naturedly slapped him on the back.
"Careful. That's potent stuff."
"No shit," came his response. But for some reason, she didn't think he was talking about the alcohol.
"So, i hear your in love with Marinette. How's that workin out for ya?"
She had hoped to catch him off guard. But failed. He ran a hard up her arm towards her shoulder, and once her got there, he kept on going, grasping onto neck. And slowly pulled her towards him.
She thought about resisting. For all of 10 seconds. But this was what she was here for! It was even better since he was doing all the work!
"I wouldn't have said in love." he clarified, his lips only a few inches from her own.
"Thats not how I heard it. " her voice had softened to match the distance he was now at.
Jeez, why was she talking about Marinette, of all things?! But she needed to know!
"More like, airing patiently for someone better." And with that, his lips connected with hers.
It was wonderful. Glorious and warm perfect. He didn't rush, simply took his time exploring her lips with his tongue. Until her tongue joined the party.
Then he seemed to come alive!
His hand ran up her arms, across her shoulders, down her back. But it didn't end there. His large hands rested against the curve of her ass, and pulled her across the space between them so she straddled his lap.
She ran her slim fingers over his muscular arms and up into his hair, before tipping her head to the side and taking the kiss deeper.
She took his little moan against her mouth as a good sign. Her nipples were definately perky now! And her nipples tingled where they run bed up against his glorious chest! Side benefit of the nipples rings was increased sensitivity!
She could tell when he noticed them too, because his hands suddenly weren't holding onto her ass anymore, and were slowly cupping her breasts. Hile ran his thumbs gently over her sensitive nipples and it groaned with pleasure.
Pulling her mouth from his, she whispered desperately, "that, more of that!" and then she wasn't saying anymore, as she did what she had been thinking earlier, and started licking and sucking on his neck, and down his chest.
She couldn't seem to slow herself down! All she wanted was more more more! Which was ridiculous! She generally WANTED slow! And was always disappointed when men wanted to rush through it.
This time, it was her impatience that was moving things along.
She whimpered when Luka's hands left her nipples, but delighted when he ran his hands up her knees to reach under her dress.
His hands stuttered when he didn't encounter any underwear, and she snickered at his I drawn breath.
"Your gonna be the death of me, Chloe." he groaned harshly. In response, she ground her bare center against the rockhard bulge currently trying to strain out of his shorts. And was rewarded by another groan.
"We need to slow down!" he exclaimed.
Snickering some more, she ground against him some more. "Yeah, that's not happening. Maybe the next round."
He seemed to still again, before just giving in, and in one smooth motion, pulled her dress up her things, over her belly, and up over her head. She lifted her arms from her task only long enough to ditch it, and then right back to swirling her tongue across first one of his nipples, then a trail to the other.
Reaching down, she pushed his zipper all the way down and let his hard cock spring free.
She purred in delight, wrapping a hand around him and running her thumb over the head.
And then he GROWLED at her, before flipping them over so her back was against the couch and he was hovering right over her sensitive heat.
She couldn't wait, and on a moan, shifted her hips down until his tip pushed inside her.
And it wasn't enough! She wanted him to push all of himself into her fast! Wrapped her legs around his hips to do just that.
But he stopped her with a delicate kiss one nipple. She writhed beneath him, wanting more of his tongue on her body, but also wanting all of his cock inside her. And the indecision was killing her!
Lacing his tongue around first one, and then moving to the next, he then pulled one into his mouth and sucked hard. Her back arched off the couch and her long, low moan filled the space.
Only after sucking on the second one did he allow her legs to pull him into her completely.
From that moment, there was no pretense of slowness. Just wild thrusting, skin slapping against skin, and the wild sex noises they seemed to be giving off.
He kissed her unendingly, and she adored every moment of it.
Even though it wasn't slow, it was what SHE wanted!
And just when she started to feel heat pooling in her belly, he rubbed his thumb over a nipple, and gently pinched it. And that was all it took! She was cumming around him, and he followed second later.
His head came to rest on her shoulder as he tried to catch her breath. Chloe tried to accomplish the same.
"About that second round... " he started, and she burst out laughing.
Still shaking from the first one and already talking about a second. This guy was definately crazy!
"Trying to back out already?!" she teased.
"God no!" he chuckled. "Just wondering when Ill get that nice slow one I was trying for."
"Well, handsome, if you can get me to a bed without my having to walk, I'll give you as many slow rounds as you want!"
Her laughter filled the space as he heaved her up with him, his softening cock still inside her, and made his way to the bedroom.
...
Sun filtered through the windows, landing right on Chloe's face. She scrunched her nose up. Trying to prolong her sleep just a little more, she lifted the pillow and clamped it down over her head.
The very manly scent that filled her nose had her eyes shooting open.
She didn't stay over. She NEVER stayed over!
Then she remembered she wasn't on the job. And relaxed marginally. Because she had still spent the night!
What did one say the morning after they had wild crazy sex with someone?! Should she just madly scramble about to collect her shit and holler at him to call her?
No, that was ridiculous. He didn't have her number.
And she kind of really wanted him to be able to call her again.
Last night had been FANTASTIC! Not only had they taken their time on the 2nd round, but the third and fourth as well!
As she internally panicked slash debated with herself, soft guitar music began to filter into her subconscious.
Huh. That actually sounded really good.
Lifting the pillow, she leaned up on her arms and stared at Luka across the room, sitting cross legged on the floor. The guitar strapped across his chest, and sheet music spread out on the low table beside him.
Not a boy band then, she thought.
"That sounds lovely," she finally whispered, after he stopped strumming and started writing on his paper.
She noted his soft smile, but he didn't sah anything until he had finished writing and set down his pencil.
"I only followed your melody." he stated.
She lifted a brow. This shit again?!
"You know that's crazy, right?!" he prodded.
All he did was shrug. "I call it like I see it." And he went back to fiddling with a few more notes.
"Care to tell me who hurt you now?" he asked softly.
Her eyes were wide when his gaze met hers. She had no idea what to say!
"Um... I don't - know?" she knew she didn't sound certain, but what else could she do?!
Chuckling, he set his guitar down and moved over to the bed. Kneeling in the floor, he rested his arms on the edge of the bed.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just thought it would make things easier for you."
She hesitated only a moment, because really, he was right.
"It's not a who did, it's just life!" she blurted out. "My mom took me from my dad for reasons well never know anymore, and that was the start of a seemlessly never ending cycle of death and disappointment! And now that I'm back with my dad, it's not any different! Im still always left disappointed. He'd rather throw money at me than actually spend time with me. "
Years had gathered in her eyes, and she felt stupid for it! But when his hands cradled her face, it felt right.
" So why did Marinette think my seducing you would fix that? "
Wait, what?!
Incredulous eyes bore into his calm ones.
" What do you mean?! I was sent here to seduce you!" she shouted.
A startled laugh left him then.
"Jeez, that Marinette! That was sneaky! She told me she sent you here on some crackpot errand, but really, you had been in a funk and thought you needed your pipes cleaned, or something."
Chloe snorted out a laugh. "And I was told you had been lonely and pining, and could really use a distraction!
"Fucking Marinette," she suddenly slapped a hand across her eyes. "We've been had!"
"Best not let her know then. But I'm really happy she did," she admitted.
"Me too." she whispered, feathering a kiss lightly across his lips.
"TOO LATE! I ALREADY KNOW I WAS RIGHT!" came Marinette's voice down the stairwell.
The End.
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That's all the extras i have written right now! So it will be marked complete! If I add any more, it's just a bonus!