It was later that same night, and I was waiting impatiently for that
guy to come up to the elephant. Harry had told me to look my best, so I had
put on my most promiscuous red corset along with my garter belt and black
silk robe. I lowered myself down onto the bed, the satin sheets rustling
softly under my unexpected weight, twirling the tie to my robe
unconsciously. On the small golden table across from the bed rested a heavy
glass bottle of red wine, wafting an almost sickeningly sweet pungent odor
through the air. I taped my high-heeled foot against the wooden floor,
making a hollow sound that beat through the open room. Where was he?
Finally there was a hesitant knock on the door. "Come in." I said, lacing
my voice with sugar. At long last the man tentatively stepped inside,
clutching a small brown book. I smiled wolfishly, sauntering up to the
table and wrapping my fingers over a fragile crystal goblet. He blinked,
looking almost startled. I inwardly frowned. Harry said this man was the
'fiery' type, but I wasn't so sure. "Would you….like some wine?" I asked,
swishing around the liquid inside the bottle. He shook his head.
"Oh, no thank you." He said politely, his voice containing a tiny drop of a Scottish accent. I paused. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. They always want some wine. But I shrugged.
"All right." I walked back over to the bed, hovering on the edge. "So, why don't you say we just get right down to it?' I said huskily. He nodded, pulling up a chair.
"Good idea." he said quickly. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Did this guy have no common courtesy? But whatever he wanted to do… I realized he was still sitting in the chair and not coming any closer to the bed. Maybe he liked to watch or something…
"Would you like to come over here?" I purred, patting the soft sheet covering the bed. This guy obviously needed it spelled out for him.
"Oh no, I'll just do it sitting." He said, looking slightly flustered and embarrassed. I blinked in surprise. This was definitely a first. So I was preparing to get up, but he shook his head.
"No, please just stay over there." He said lightly, motioning back towards the bed. "Sometimes it takes awhile." He explained, opening his small brown book, filled with blank sheets of paper. I couldn't stop the perplexed frown. What on earth was this guy going to do? "Now just get into any position that you like." He continued. What? He seemed to be looking for something, lifting his book and shaking it slightly.
"Umm, is there something the matter?' I asked, trying to figure out what exactly he was trying to do. And to think I thought I had seen everything.
"Well, you see," he said, now peering over the edge of his chair, "There seems to be something wrong with my pencil and erasers…" he trailed off, looking at me hopelessly. His pencil and erasers, huh? So this guy was into metaphors. Well, maybe he just needs a little inspiration…. So I got up and kissed him hard right on the lips.
"Let's make love." I cooed, moving my fingers further down his broad back. He jerked away uncertainly.
"What?" he choked out, backing away. What was wrong with this guy? He books a private appointment with me and doesn't want to have sex?
"You know you want to." I continued, pressing more kisses onto his lips. I was leaning forward a little too much and the chair knocked over with a humungous bang, dragging me down with him when another knock rattled the door. Harry stepped in with another man, looking about 35, with a goatee and slick, practically white hair. I inwardly went through a long string of curses. What was he doing here? Harry knew I was with a customer…Harry blinked, seeing me almost straddling other guy, about as surprised as I was. "Why hello Harry." I said as if everything was perfectly normal, pushing myself rather roughly off him and standing up all in one quick move. I ran my hand nervously through my hair. 'I was just …ah…. Finishing up with… umm…." I waved frantically toward the brown haired guy, realizing I didn't even know his name. He mouthed something to me. I frowned. I was never any good at reading lips.
"Nicole-" 'Nicholas!' he whispered loudly. I smiled remorsefully. "Nicholas here for a moment." I amended. Harry immediately saw the problem.
"Ah yes, Nicholas, Nicholas." He turned to the white haired man. "Terribly sorry. I'm afraid I must have mixed your dates…" He shot Nicholas an extremely strange look before closing the door. I turned back to him and blinked.
"So, uh..:" This had gotten very awkward very fast. Fire, fire, I reminded myself. "Yes. Yes." I repeated more firmly. "I'm terribly sorry about that. The dates must have," I motioned with my hands, "mixed, you see." I was horrible once my concentration was shattered.
"So shall we get back to the drawing?" he asked. I frowned, confused.
"The drawing? What drawing?" I said, rubbing my temples. This night was not going well.
"The drawing of you I was supposed to do before, well, you know…:" he said, blushing slightly.
" You just were supposed to draw me?" I burst out. "Then where's my real customer?" Then it hit me. The man Harry had brought in had been my real customer. This was definitely not one of my better nights.
~*Author's Note*~ Oh, hope you liked it! Thank you so much for reading the second chapter of my story. Please review? Preeety please? With sugar on top? And a little cherry, and….OH JUST PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEM, I LIIIIIIIIIIVE OFF THEM!!!!!!! I ADORE THEM!!! Thank you very much. Chapter three shall come, never fear! Yey!
"Oh, no thank you." He said politely, his voice containing a tiny drop of a Scottish accent. I paused. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. They always want some wine. But I shrugged.
"All right." I walked back over to the bed, hovering on the edge. "So, why don't you say we just get right down to it?' I said huskily. He nodded, pulling up a chair.
"Good idea." he said quickly. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Did this guy have no common courtesy? But whatever he wanted to do… I realized he was still sitting in the chair and not coming any closer to the bed. Maybe he liked to watch or something…
"Would you like to come over here?" I purred, patting the soft sheet covering the bed. This guy obviously needed it spelled out for him.
"Oh no, I'll just do it sitting." He said, looking slightly flustered and embarrassed. I blinked in surprise. This was definitely a first. So I was preparing to get up, but he shook his head.
"No, please just stay over there." He said lightly, motioning back towards the bed. "Sometimes it takes awhile." He explained, opening his small brown book, filled with blank sheets of paper. I couldn't stop the perplexed frown. What on earth was this guy going to do? "Now just get into any position that you like." He continued. What? He seemed to be looking for something, lifting his book and shaking it slightly.
"Umm, is there something the matter?' I asked, trying to figure out what exactly he was trying to do. And to think I thought I had seen everything.
"Well, you see," he said, now peering over the edge of his chair, "There seems to be something wrong with my pencil and erasers…" he trailed off, looking at me hopelessly. His pencil and erasers, huh? So this guy was into metaphors. Well, maybe he just needs a little inspiration…. So I got up and kissed him hard right on the lips.
"Let's make love." I cooed, moving my fingers further down his broad back. He jerked away uncertainly.
"What?" he choked out, backing away. What was wrong with this guy? He books a private appointment with me and doesn't want to have sex?
"You know you want to." I continued, pressing more kisses onto his lips. I was leaning forward a little too much and the chair knocked over with a humungous bang, dragging me down with him when another knock rattled the door. Harry stepped in with another man, looking about 35, with a goatee and slick, practically white hair. I inwardly went through a long string of curses. What was he doing here? Harry knew I was with a customer…Harry blinked, seeing me almost straddling other guy, about as surprised as I was. "Why hello Harry." I said as if everything was perfectly normal, pushing myself rather roughly off him and standing up all in one quick move. I ran my hand nervously through my hair. 'I was just …ah…. Finishing up with… umm…." I waved frantically toward the brown haired guy, realizing I didn't even know his name. He mouthed something to me. I frowned. I was never any good at reading lips.
"Nicole-" 'Nicholas!' he whispered loudly. I smiled remorsefully. "Nicholas here for a moment." I amended. Harry immediately saw the problem.
"Ah yes, Nicholas, Nicholas." He turned to the white haired man. "Terribly sorry. I'm afraid I must have mixed your dates…" He shot Nicholas an extremely strange look before closing the door. I turned back to him and blinked.
"So, uh..:" This had gotten very awkward very fast. Fire, fire, I reminded myself. "Yes. Yes." I repeated more firmly. "I'm terribly sorry about that. The dates must have," I motioned with my hands, "mixed, you see." I was horrible once my concentration was shattered.
"So shall we get back to the drawing?" he asked. I frowned, confused.
"The drawing? What drawing?" I said, rubbing my temples. This night was not going well.
"The drawing of you I was supposed to do before, well, you know…:" he said, blushing slightly.
" You just were supposed to draw me?" I burst out. "Then where's my real customer?" Then it hit me. The man Harry had brought in had been my real customer. This was definitely not one of my better nights.
~*Author's Note*~ Oh, hope you liked it! Thank you so much for reading the second chapter of my story. Please review? Preeety please? With sugar on top? And a little cherry, and….OH JUST PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEM, I LIIIIIIIIIIVE OFF THEM!!!!!!! I ADORE THEM!!! Thank you very much. Chapter three shall come, never fear! Yey!