Disclaimer: Only own the clients, not the characters. JK Rowling does, and she gets paid a shit load of money for it. I on the other hand don't get paid anything!!!
Ok so this is late, shoot me. * ducks bullets*, ok I was only joking. But seriously though I am really sorry that this is late, as most of you know I am writing exams. I did ICT, English and Greek so far. Got Maths, Literature, Biology, Physics, and Chemistry starting next week! One per day. Oh joy. Anyway here is the next chapter. I actually added this chapter after I have written a few. I wanted to get back to Ginny and her, ehm, work, ehm!!! This is the edited version (see half way through!), and it was hard to write. Not that hard actually, I just like to dramtize things.. Hope you enjoy it!!
Ps. Has anyone ever seen RED lighting? Cuz we had some last night? Really weird!!
Thank you's at the bottom!!
Dedicated to Crucia, for reading this even while on holiday. Love you!
Chapter Eight
Back to Work!!
Several hours after Ginny had sent her letter, and Draco had left, Ginny's telephone rang. Getting out of the shower, for the second time, with barely a towel wrapped around her curvy body, Ginny answered it.
"Hey Draco" she said immediately upon picking up the receiver.
"How did you know it's me?"
"You're the only one that calls me." Ginny said, "Except the IRS." She added thoughtfully.
"Ha, ha, listen you, how are you feeling?"
"Draco if you are going to try and talk to me about the Harry situation it's over! Besides the letter has already been sent." DAMN, now it's her turn to know what he is thinking!
"Ok, babe, whatever you want." He replied, "But are you sure…"
"Draco!" Ginny growled playfully.
"Sure thing cup cake."
"So, do I have a gig tonight?" she asked before he could say anything else.
"Ok , this is getting freaky" he said. "Yes you do." There was a short period of silence.
"Draco, my gig?"
"I like the way you describe this."
"I try."
"Listen Ginny, this is more to you," he Draco said and the rustling of paper was heard. "Mr Michael Whytte. Before you say anything" he interrupted as she was about to open her mouth, "he is 26 years old."
"That's more like it. Where do I meet him?" Ginny asked, playing with a strand of wet hair.
"His place."
Ginny's eyebrows rose. His place. That's unusual.
"I know it's unusual" Draco said, clearly smiling. Ginny just shook her head. How does he do it? "but he is paying a lot of money. To get there, dress conservatly."
"Why?"
"Catholic Neighbourhood."
"Kinky."
"Now go you!" Draco said after giving the address. Then he hang up, just as Ginny said,
"Thank You, for everything."
Draco stared at the phone, with sad eyes.
"Your welcome."
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Ginny walked up to the house at number 45, Keeping's Gate Street. She was wearing a pair of blue faded jeans, and a pale green jumper, over a pink t – shirt. Her red hair was pulled back into one long twist and tied. She was dressed casually, and consevatirly. She didn't really know what that was, but she tried.
The jumper was so big on her, her chest looked flat. The jeans, although close fitting didn't snug to every contour. She looked ok, when she left the house, but she still turned heads as she walked from the bus stop to number 45.
Bravely she knocked on the door. She turned around and faced the street looking at everyone. In the house next door, two children were playing tag and were running around happily. Further down, their parents were returning from a brief walk, holding each other's hands. They looked so in love.
Two houses down a woman was taking her dog for a walk, and one house further, an elderly couple were sitting on a porch swing, looking up at the colors of the dusk sky. A soft cough pulled her from her sad thoughts. She turned around and instantly her breath was taken. Standing in the doorway, against a back ground of light stood Mr Michael.
Ginny stared at him. He was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. His light brown hair radiated, and his blue eyes sparkled. He was lightly tanned, which only added to his beautiful blue eyes. He was wearing jeans and a VERY close fitting t shirt, that showed off the muscles underneath. Ginny smiled, a perfect six pack!
"SexFire?" the man asked cautisoulsy.
Ginny just nodded. "Mr Whytte?" she asked.
"Call me Michael."
"Ok Michael. I'm Ginny, but you can call me SexFire."
"I'd rather call you Ginny." The man said, almost embarrassed.
"Ok, then."
Michael showed Ginny into his house, and she sat on his couch. He poured her a glass of wine. White wine.
"Here," he said, offering her the glass.
Ginny looked at it with surprise. This was a first. They usually just wanted the sex and then left some money on the pillow. She shook her head, wanting to keep her mind clear.
"Ok," Michael said and drained the glass in an instant. Ginny thought it was a trick of the light, because she thought she saw his hands tremble.
Michael sat opposite her and looked her over. Ginny felt uncomfortable. This isn't what she was paid to do. She just had to fuck them and get paid, not sit and be looked at. She decided to make the first move.
Slowly she got up and began swaying her hips to some soundless music. Slowly she pulled her jumper off, revealing the pink t shirt underneath. The jumper fell to the floor and Ginny continued to sway her hips, her hands becoming alive as they traveled up and down her body. Several seconds later the t shirt followed the jumper. She looked at Michael and saw him visibly swallow.
She walked over to him and leant forward, rubbing her breasts slightly on him. He shifted. Ginny climbed on top of him and started to let her hands roam over him. She felt his muscles and let out a sigh of pleasure as his hands wrapped around her shoulders, feeling her touching her.
Suddenly he pushed her back. She looked startled.
"I'm sorry." He breathed. "I cant do this."
Ginny looked at him oddly, startled.
"My friends dared me to do this?"
"Do what?" Ginny asked innocently.
"Get a hooker, and film her while we are doing it."
Ginny looked truly shocked.
"Film?"
"Yeah!"
Michael strode over to a plant in the living room and took out a camera. He looked into it.
"Sorry guys." He said and switched the camera off. He then turned towards Ginny.
"You can leave if you want to."
Ginny's mind screamed for her not to go. This man was everything her other clients weren't! He was gentle, kind, and good looking. If she would sleep with him, surely she would have some pleasure in it. And after all these years, she did need some pleasure. She shook her head, and watched Michael rise an eyebrow.
Ginny made her eyes over to him and placed a hand on his six pack. His muscles trembled on impact.
"Oh, you want the money?" Michael said. He took out his wallet and gave three one hundred bills to Ginny. She looked at him and then at the money. She placed it in her pocket.
"I don't get paid to do nothing." She said, as her hand wondered further down. She tugged at his t shirt and pulled it up. He helped her and the t shirt fell to the floor.
Ginny took in the sight before her. A perfectly sculpted chest, with firm stomach and a six pack to die for. Yummy, her mind screamed, as she lowered herself to her knees. She rubbed the side of her face, with his groin, before slowly unzipping Michael's pants.
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A/n OK, here it is edited. There are about four to five paragraphs of pure, and lustfull sex. If you want it and haven't send me an email you can now do so. My email address is pafoskidd@yahoo.com. To those who already pre ordered this chapter (NC 17) it is in the post. Believe me Ginny aint as innocent as some of you may think!!!
I just checked, eleven chapters of sex, yep. Good enough?
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Ginny opened her eyes. It was still dark outside, and she was very tired, but she had to leave. She climbed out of the bed, just as Michael moaned in his sleep. She smiled. It was very good. Very, very good indeed.
Locating her clothes, which was some task, as they lay all over the place, Ginny went to the front door. Just as she was about to open it, a hand pushed it closed again. She spun around a smile on her face. Michael was standing over her, a sheet tied around his slim waist, yet his erection still visible. He was smiling too.
"Morning beautiful" he said.
"Hey, Handsome," she answered. "Last night was great but I really have to go now."
"I see." He said a mock hurt expression on his face. "Maybe we can do that again sometime?" he said mischiefly.
"Sure call the agency." Ginny said and turned around. But Michael had other ideas and pulled her back around and kissed her, pressing his groin against her.
"You don't understand." He said when he broke the kiss. "I want us to do that again, but not as call girl – client. Rather as Michael – Ginny."
Ginny looked up at him sadly. Even though the sex was great, and the afterglow still visible, she couldn't date him. Firstly she didn't think she still knew how, and secondly it was against the agency's policy. And she told him that exactly.
He looked at her as she explained and sighed.
"Right then, I might just have to call the agency again." He said. "and again, and again, and again." He added with a grin.
"Think you can afford me that much?" Ginny asked slyly.
"How much is a season ticket?" Michael asked, and Ginny laughed.
"I'll see what I can do." Ginny said and left through the door. She walked to her apartment, as Michael went back into the bedroom. In the far corner, under a bunch of piled up clothes, he removed another camera, that was softly humming.
He removed the tape from inside, and labeled it "SexFire" before putting it in a drawer, which he locked. He sighed with pleasure as he let the sheet fall to the floor and walk to the bathroom to take a shower.
A/N There it is. Another chapter. What did you all think? Good. Not as good as the NC 17 Version I am sure. Review. Thanks.
As I might not update for a little while yet, here is a little teaser for the next chapter
Teaser:
Draco sat in the Diner, drinking his Chardonnay wine. He was beginning to wonder if Harry would show up. Suddenly the door opened and an icy wind swept through the restaurant. Draco shivered and closed his eyes. When he opened them he saw a tall man, with messy raven black hair, shining green eyes, and thin-rimmed glasses. He sighed and put his glass to his mouth to take another sip. This was it.
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Aint I just cruel?!?!?!?!?!
Thank you's:
Hpfan73: You know I might just keep johnathan, and Cho will have to go. I'll think up a good bitch fight for Ginny and Cho, don't worry. Thanks.
Rayssa Radcliffe: Thanks for reviewing, once again, you are amazing!! It is great to have someone appreciate my work. Email me sometime!
Dolphingirl79: I don't think Ginny will kick Johnathan's ass, as much as Harry will. LOL!
Eric2: It is a good name, and is used in this chapter!! The story is going to run a little different from what you suggested, but it was good. I'll look into how Cho can die. If anyone has any suggestions let me know!!!
Crucia: My other favourite reviewer!!!! No I am not really British. I am South African, living in Cyprus, going to the American Academy, and following the British curriculum. Does that sound as confusing as it is? Sorry about the short chapter, but it was nessaccery. Hope you liked it. I will try the longer chapter thing, I swear I will. Oh and I wont get rich. I have had three exams so far (ICT, English and Greek) and I only did well on English. Maybe I should have studied. Thank you for everything, and check your inbox, it has a little surprise from me!
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