OKAY, new story! I got bit by this bug and it just needed to be written so here we go. This is for mature audiences only and hopefully it doesn't get taken down. If it does you can always find me on tumblr or AO3. So tell me what y'all think.
Peeta's POV
I curse the built in GPS system of this foreign model manual car. My business partner, Alma Coin, had taken care of my car rental as well as hotel accommodations and I specifically told her nothing flashy and something I can drive. This vehicle is both flashy and I cannot drive it. The person at the dealership gave a crash course on this 'beauty' but I have forgotten everything he's tried to teach me and I'm stuck in second gear traveling down Sunset Boulevard.
It doesn't matter though, because I'm too lost to even focus on the amount of people I'm pissing off behind me. I can't find the road I'm supposed to turn on to get to my hotel, I'm hot, I'm starving, I'm in a place I've never been to before, and this car is pissing me off. It takes all I have in me not to just stop in the middle of the road but veer off onto the berm to try and reconfigure the GPS system.
"Whatcha' looking for?" a female's voice brought me out of my concentration.
I look up at the olive skin beauty with silver eyes and a short blonde bob. She's absolutely stunning, even in her soft orange bralet, black pencil skirt that is pulled up past her belly button and tall boots. "Uh," is the only thing I can manage to get out of my mouth.
"I charge a hundred bucks an hour. It's extra for all that fetish shit."
"Oh I'm sorry; I'm just looking for directions to get to the Ritz. My GPS isn't working and I can't drive this stupid thing, I'm pretty sure it was made in Korea or something."
"England," she corrects me.
"What?"
"Aston Martin's are made in England, not Korea."
"Do you know how to drive this then?"
"A stick shift, yeah it's not hard."
I ponder a moment, I can't believe I'm about to suggest what I'm going to suggest. "I'll pay you three hundred bucks if you drive me through the closet fast food place then take me to my hotel."
"Deal, put the car in park," she says without questioning, but I'm guessing in her profession you don't ask a lot of questions.
"I don't know how."
She laughs at me and reaches her arm through the window and grabs the gear shift and puts the car into park after instructing me to press down on the clutch, or the third peddle. I step out and pass her at the front of the car, quickly switching places.
The girl is already cutting people off and speeding through a yellow light, taking a sharp turn before I get my seat belt on.
"I'm Peeta," I tell her to formally introduce myself because we kind of skipped over that part.
"What?"
"My name is Peeta, Peeta Mellark."
"Oh, I'm Rose."
She doesn't look like a Rose; it's probably her stage name, or street name for that matter. Rose takes me through the drive-thru of an In-N-Out Burger joint that I've never had before but she says that the hamburgers are pretty decent and she likes the shakes. So I order a burger, fry and a strawberry shake and after much convincing Rose orders the same.
"I can pay for it, I have money," She tries to tell me after I tell her to park in the parking lot so we can both eat and not get burger all over the black leather upholstery.
"It's not about money; it's just me being nice because you're doing me a huge favor."
"In that case, keep being nice and I'll throw in a free blow job," she winks.
I choke on a French fry. "If you don't mind me asking, what made you become a—?" I cannot find an appropriate word to call a hooker without me sounding like I'm looking down on her.
"A hooker?"
She said it, not me. "Yeah."
"I do mind," she tells me.
"Oh sorry," I mutter.
"How did you get your hands on a car like this if you can't even drive it?"
"I'm in town from New York City for a business trip and my partner here took care of my rental car and hotel reservations. How come you know how to drive this beast?"
"My dad was a car enthusiast, and I was a big daddy's girl so he taught me everything he knew. By the time I was twelve I could take a part an entire engine then put it back together."
"That's so cool," I say in amazement. My dad never taught me anything like that. His main focus was the family bakery.
"Really, most guys think that's weird that I know more about cars than them. It hurts their ego."
"I left my ego back in the dealership parking lot, so you got nothing to worry about with me," I grin.
Rose pulls us up to the valet and puts the car in park.
"Would you like to come inside?" I ask suddenly.
Rose smirks and nods her head. She thinks I'm inviting her up to my room to have sex, but I'm not. I actually have no clue why I invited her up, probably because I'm lonely and she's the first person I've talked to that hasn't been associated with my business.
We step out and hand over the keys to the valet and I unbutton my suit jacket, shrugging it off and draping it around Rose's shoulder's to cover her fully. "They have a certain kind of dress code," I explain my actions.
Rose stands close behind me as I check in at the front desk. The receptionist hands over a keycard and bids me a goodnight after offering Rose and me a final smile.
We ride the elevator to the pent house and enter the over the top suite in silence. We both get a bearing for our surroundings, a full kitchen, dining room, living room, half bath, and finally the master bedroom and adjoining bath. This is where Rose smirks and attaches her lips to my pressure point on my neck. I sigh because it feels good and I let her continue, unbuttoning a few of the buttons on my dress shirt and continuing working her lips down my skin.
"Rose," I say hoarsely.
"Hm?" she asks against my skin.
"We're not having sex."
"Just a blow job then?" she asks and I shake my head no, she doesn't understand.
"I didn't invite you up here for any sexual favors."
"Well this isn't the type of hotel you kill people in, too many cameras," Rose points out.
"I'm not going to kill you," I laugh out. "I have way too much work for that. I guess I just liked hearing about you talk about your dad and stuff and decided that you'd be good company while I finish up some papers."
"Really?" Rose asks in disbelief.
"Really," I confirm. "I just have a few e-mails to reply to and some things to sign. It shouldn't be long. I'll double what I was going to pay you before."
"Deal, but I'm not going to talk about myself."
"That's fine. Talk about whatever you want to talk about."
I take a seat on the plush chair and prop my legs up on the matching ottoman, dragging my expensive laptop out of its bag to reply to some e-mails. One of the e-mails being to Coin about needing a new car, or car service because there is no way I'll set foot in that death trap of a vehicle again. Rose starts out sitting upright on the couch and rambles on about the suite, having never even set foot in something so fancy. I chuckle; she should see my pent house back in New York. Eventually she grows restless and starts a thorough adventure, exploring every part of every room not leaving a single inch uninvestigated.
"Holy shit!" I hear Rose exclaim. "I can swim in the tub!"
"You can take a dip in it if you'd like. It would be a shame to not get used while I'm here," I call from my spot in the living room.
I hear the faucet running a moment later and a body gliding into the water. Something inside me makes me want to forget my work and join Rose in the bath, but I refrain. I'm not here to engage in relations with a prostitute, I'm here for work; to take down a shady business duo and sell the name for profit. It' not a line of work that makes me a lot of friends, but I make a fair amount of money to make up for it, and I've become my mother's favorite after years of abuse so that's always a plus.
The water shuts off sometime later followed by a girly laugh and a splash. "Peeta, come join me!"
I almost get up, almost. "These e-mails aren't going to write themselves."
There is another slosh of water and a naked Rose appears in the doorway of the master bedroom. Her body is stunning, long toned legs, tight stomach, prefect round breasts, and something different. Her hair isn't in the blonde bob I met her in, instead raven color waves fall over her shoulders and frame her breasts. I'm glad that my laptop is situated over my groin so Rose cannot see the excitement she's causing me.
"I like the dark hair better," I try to tell her in an even tone.
"Thanks," she says shyly.
My cell phone rings, breaking the sexual tension currently happening between Rose and myself. I look at the screen, Alma Coin. I groan to myself, I don't want to talk to her about work this late in the evening.
"Hello?" I answer it anyways because if I don't I'll have hell to pay when I see her in the morning.
"Snow and his partner Crane want to have dinner with you. They don't want it to feel work related so would you like me to set up something with one of my assistants?" Coin doesn't even bother to offer me a greeting; it's always straight to business with her.
"Actually," I say stealing a look up at Rose. "I have someone. Just e-mail me the time and make sure you send a car because I am not driving whatever you lined up for me."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
I hang up my cell phone without waiting for a goodbye, I won't get one anyways. Rose has disappears back into the bedroom and comes out wearing one of the complimentary white robes. I watch as she comes to sit on her haunches right in front of me, grabbing my laptop and placing it on the ottoman she moved out of the way. I allow her to unbuckle my belt, followed by unbuttoning my jeans and working down the zipper until my partial erect manhood is free from its confines.
I throw my head back against the back of the chair once I feel Rose's hot breath against my cock. "Oh Rose," I moan out as she teases the tip with sweet kisses.
"Katniss," she corrects me.
"What?"
"My real name is Katniss," Katniss says before enveloping her mouth around the first half of my length, sheathing her lips over her teeth and hallowing her cheeks and sucking while simultaneously working her gripped hand up and down the bottom part of my shaft to ensure she doesn't take in too much.
"Katniss," I moan out again, running my fingers through her dark, damp hair. Her name feels just as good on my lips as her lips on me.
I try to keep my eyes open to watch her work, bobbing up and down my length, sometimes stopping to fondle my balls or tease the tip with her tongue, but after a while it becomes too much and I throw my head back again and warn Katniss that I'm not going to last much longer, but she sucks me into her mouth deeper until I come, hitting the back of her throat in three long strands.
"Holy shit," I breathe out and watch as Katniss wipes the rest of me from her chin with the sleeve on her robe. "That was incredible."
"Yeah, well it's my job," she says carelessly.
I try not to think about how many guys Katniss has been with and instead ask her what I wanted to before she treated me with a wonderful blow job. "So Katniss, how would you like to make some more money?"
"How much more money?"
"Well how much do you generally make in a week?"
"Anywhere between a thousand and two," she shrugs.
"How about I give you four thousand for being my date to some of the fundraisers and dinners I have to go to this week."
"Seriously, why?"
"Because you're fun to talk to and I need someone completely unattached to everything. What do you say?"
Again Katniss doesn't take much into consideration, money is money and she nods her head. "Great, you should get some sleep," I point to the master bedroom. "We have a busy day tomorrow and you'll need to go out and buy some new clothes."
"Will you join me?"
"Maybe, I have to look over some paperwork."
I watch as Katniss stands, dropping the robe and having it pool around her feet before sauntering to the bedroom. I want to follow her, but again I stop myself. I need to be able to shake her hand at the end of this business deal and fly back to New York, and it's already becoming a difficult thing to do.