Ok its back thanks to the people who reviewed. And one noticed where I had gotten the idea for this story, Pretty Woman I am using some of the things from it but most is my own original idea. (I think). Ok own with the story.
New Customer
"Pan come here," Anne called.
"Just a minute," Pan yelled to Anne.
"No come here now," Anne said.
Pan huffed said good-bye to the guys she was talking to and walked to where Anne was.
"Did you not see I was talking? Those guys could have been customers. How do you expect me to make money if you call me over here every time I start talking to some guy?" Pan said.
"Pan you are wasting you time with them, believe me. I think we need to go to the new club. Always good prospects if they are good and drunk." Anne said.
"Ok but only because I don't have any business here," Pan said.
"Good girl now lets go, we can get the bus." Anne said grabbing Pan and dragging her down the street.
"Hey mom I think I will go out tonight," Trunks yelled to her from the living room."Trunks you can't, you have to leave in the morning for the United States remember you are establishing a new building for Capsule Corp." Bluma said from the kitchen.
"Ok I will go to town rent a hotel room and then I will be closer to the plane. I just want to get away from things for a night that all." Trunks said.
"Well I guess that's ok you just take care of yourself. Oh what happened to Monica?" Bluma said peeking out the door.
"It didn't work out, that's all." Trunks answered.
"Oh, well I think Bra will be coming sometime in the week to join you on the paper work. Don't forget." Bulma said.
"I want, I will see you when I get back." Trunks said.
"Trunks where are your bags?" Bluma said.
"In the car, bye," Trunks yelled.
"Ok bye have fun." Bluma yelled.
"Just what I am planning on," Trunks muttered walking out the door and getting in the car. "Now where to go," he thought, "wait Bra was talking about a new club, perfect," Trunks smiled starting the car and headed toward Satan City.
"Look at this place, it is covered in guys." Pan said.
"You mean customers," Anne laughed.
"Yea what ever, come on lets just get this over with," Pan mumbled.
"Pan I get the feeling you don't like this anymore," Anne said.
"Well what do you think? I have spent my past six years doing this. I threw my whole life away. When my foster parents threw me out my first year in High School after they found the drugs I had no where to turn to. It's just after a while it gets…" Pan said.
"Yea but it's a living," Anne said walking on in the club.
Pan looked around and saw a park bench a few feet away. She walked over and sat down. A question was running through her head the same one that always does when she starts to really think about what she is doing.
"What would I be doing now if I had parents?" she thought, "Not this, probably in school somewhere or maybe finishing it." She was twenty years old not even the legal age to drink. But she looked more like twenty-five.
"Ok well enough worrying about yourself, she thought, "Time to go make some money." She stood up and followed Anne into the club.
When Trunks pulled away from the hotel after dropping off his bags he headed straight to the new club. When he got there he saw people waiting in line but laughed to himself knowing that one flash of his ID he would be let in right away. He was right, when he entered he could already see new prospects all over the place. He walked over toward the dance floor. There she was the perfect catch. Only problem she was talking to some guy. "No matter," he thought, "The guy will be gone once he finds out who I am." And made his way over in her direction.
"Excuse me miss I have never seen you before," Trunks said.
"Yea well not a surprise this place just opened," the girl replied back and continued on with her conversation.
"Oh I am sorry miss I forgot to introduce myself I am Trunks Brief."
"Yeah well good for you," she said "and I am trying to talk with this man so if you don't mind,"
"What man?" Trunks asked.
The girl turned to look the man was long gone talking to some other girl.
"Damn you," she muttered.
"Now since he is out of the way we can get to know each other. What is your name?" Trunks said.
"You know what I don't think I am going to tell you." She fumed.
"Why not?" Trunks smiled.
"Well first of all you seem to arrogant for my taste and second your scaring off all the business." She answered.
"What do you mean business?" Trunks asked.
"Fuck you," she growled.
"Would you do that?" Trunks smiled.
"Yea sure one-fifty an hour," she smiled.
"Wait you want me to pay you! I am Trunks Briefs most girls would pay me to fuck them," Trunks said.
"Well why don't you do find one of those girls, k. There is people who will pay me."
"I will give you fifty now and one-hundred when you are finished." Trunks said.
"Done," she said, "Lets go."
"Right this way," Trunks led her to his car and opened the door for her.
"Pan," she said.
"What?" Trunks asked.
"My name is Pan."
"Oh," For some reason Trunks had heard that name before. But couldn't remember from where. "Must have been a name of one of his ex's best friends or something like that," he thought.
He closed the door and climbed in the driver's seat.
"Money," Pan said holding out her hand.
"What?" Trunks said.
"You said you would pay me some first." Pan said.
"Oh yea here," Trunks said as he pulled fifty out of his wallet and handed it to her. "So what do you do?"
"Anything," Pan said, "Except kiss on the lips."
Ok I don't think the next will be a lemon I don't think I can write one. Sorry. But please review. Thanks.