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A/N This story is going to be rated R. If you still think the rating is to low, please don't report abuse. That's just cruel. I will try to keep it at a bare minimul, but then again this is a story about a CALL GIRL (I think that is the American way of saying prostitute or sex worker). For those of you who are interested in a NC – 17 version, see the Antuhor Note at the bottom.I NEED A NAME FOR GINNY FOR WHEN SHE IS AT WORK, SOMETHING SEXY OR EVEN KINKY, PLEASE SUGGEST. THE BEST ONE WINS.
A big Thank you goes to Michelle Russ, for being the first (and so far only) reviewer of this story. I understand that this "isn't your cup of tea", but I am happy you thought it good. Keep writing more brilliant stories as you do, and keep reading mine. A nice big cyber hug goes to you.
To everyone else that review after this goes up, thank you too.
Chapter one
The Morning After the Night Before (confusing heh? While you try and figure that one out, continue reading).
The alarm clock next to her bed rang loudly and grumpily she stood up. Pushing the satin sheets of her bed and revealing her naked body, Ginny stepped into the bathroom. Standing in front of the large mirror she saw the marks from last nights 'job'. She was still hurting in some places, and she would never admit defeat. She promised herself that.
Even as the overly large man lay on her, on the cold concrete of his outside balcony, pressing his member into her body as roughly as he could, she would not admit to the pain it was causing her. She barely made a sound as he hit her, while he was climaxing. The only noise she did make was the fake orgasm to 'please the client'. Even then she refused to admit to anything.
Looking herself over again she climbed into the shower, amazed at herself. Not really amazed, more repulsed. Night after night that's what she did. Slept with countless men for some money. But Ginny was a trained professional. She never let it show, except when she was alone. Then she would cry, stomp her feet and fall asleep dreaming of Harry. But there was nothing she could do.
After her first night out, from the esteemed Call Girl agency, The Need Meeter, (slogan: We meet your needs), Ginny stopped feeling. She became like a robot, just lying there, not enjoying it. Almost 99 percent of all her climaxes were fake. The only one she ever had was when Draco himself handled her training. And she hated it. Began vulnerable to him like that. But she passed with flying colors, and became one of the first truly esteemed Girls.
But she tried to block that from her mind as she was in the shower. Feeling the water run down her smooth skin she felt liberated. A feeling that soon passed as the phone rang. Climbing out of the shower, she dressed in a green stain robe. She walked into the kitchen as she listened to the answering machine. She knew who it would by.
"Good Morning Princess," Draco's voice came from the machine, "I know you're there. How was last night? Pretty amazing again, heh? Per quote from the man himself." Ginny tried to shut him out as she made her Coffee. The steam rose elegantly into the air, forming the image of a raven haired, green eyed boy, no man. Ginny snapped out of her vision by Draco's eerie voice. "Are you even listening to what I am saying?" He always knew didn't he? "Anyway, you're booked for tonight too. I know, I promised you a night off" he added as Ginny's mouth dropped. It would have been her first night off in say three weeks. " But this client, well let's just say he is really special. Nothing kinky. Just basically full house" Ginny grimaced as she though over what that included. And grimaced at the thought of doing all that, but it was her job, and she WAS a professional.. "This special client is paying big bucks to get what he wants, so you go and give it to him." Ginny shook her head, they only wanted one thing. "So you give Senator Kelly, a good job, your best."
Ginny launched at the phone.
"Senator Kelly is like 65 years old." Ginny pleaded.
"See, I know you were there."
"Don't mess with me Draco."
"Not exactly a morning person are you, dear?"
"Ergh!"
"Anyway, yes he is old, about 69 I think…"
"But doesn't Rosetta, usually took the older ones?" Ginny pleaded.
"Yes but he specifically asked for you."
"Why?"
"Because you're the best."
"Yeah sure. Anyway, Dracie, " She grinned as she thought of his face when she called him that, "I will need to come and see you about some bruises."
"Again?"
"Yep."
"Ok, I'll be in until 3, is that ok?" Draco asked.
"Yeah. Oh and one more thing, Draco?"
"Anything."
"Fuck You."
"Will do. I'll leave you now. I'll give you the details when you come in, Bye now."
Ginny just closed the phone in his ear, she didn't fell like talking anymore. Instead she went and fixed herself a nice big breakfast.
A/N Sorry the chapters so short. I just wanted to introduce you to the 'New Ginny'. That my dear readers is her life. I also wanted you to see Draco. He seems friendly doesn't he? He does really care, contrary to what you all believe, and that is going to play a major role in the rest of the chapters. Thanks to all who have reviewed. R AND R ALWAYS.
Ps. For those who want a NC – 17 version of the story, email me at pafoskidd@yahoo.com. The next chapter's R rated version will be very mild, if the nights events are even mentioned, but the dirty version will be available at the same time directly from me. How on earth am I going to write about Ginny sleeping with a 69 year old. Yuck. I suggest you skip that NC and get the chapters after that. Harry WILL come in, around the 5th chapter. It is going to be very amusing. Anyway, please read and review. You know, that little blue bottom down there!!!!!!!
