Review thanks:

Thanks for review and constructive criticism Wicklowe. It's really appreciated. I know my grammar can be a little off and it doesn't help that my spell checker on my computer isn't working. And maybe I won't be writing anymore stories at 4 in the morning, lol. When I read through the last chapter yesterday I couldn't help but laugh at some of the mistakes I made. How would I go about getting a beta to check my work? Thanks again for your review and I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

And thank you Rinthoroniel for your review. It made me very happy as your reviews always do. I hope you update your story soon. Hint hint

Authors note:

Okay so this chapter introduces my original character Amélie.

Amélie is actually based on a friend of mine name Anouk from France. She is possibly the most manipulative (in a charming sort of way) and outspoken person I've ever meet and I absolutely love her for it! Anouk would definitely give Jack a run for his money. She's a total gem I assure you, so I just had to make a story with her in it. I'm sure she won't mind being a prostitute :)

This chapter is all about setting up the plot, with the characters getting to know each other. And of course a big part of them getting to know each other is them doing it. (it is an important part of the plot. What? Don't look at me like that, it is! Well, maybe not that important... :D) Anyway its not graphic in the least, mostly because I didn't think it was necessary to write it so early in the story

Okay so this is chapter 2. Enjoy

Writing in(( text ))dictates words spoken in French.

Chapter 2

"I guess that means enter" He thought aloud as he turned the brass door handle and entered the room, greeted by a very enticing sight.

There before him stood a girl dressed only in ivory coloured corset and bloomers. She was standing in front of the vanity and had one leg daintily resting on a stool as she gently massage cream into it. Loose golden blonde ringlets cascaded freely down her back, reaching to her waist. Her eyes were a dark chocolate brown colour that contrasted nicely with her fair hair. She looked angelic, but in truth she was far from it. It's a clichéd notion, but looks really are deceiving.

Jack was still stood at in the door way, mesmerized by the candlelight flickering against her honey toned skin. After she had finished massaging her leg she finally turned her attention to Jack. She smiled warmly at him and walked towards him, putting a lot of sway into her strides. Once she was directly in front of him the height difference between them became apparent. He was of average height anyway and she just managed to reach his chin.

(("So your the infamous Captain Sparrow")) She spoke, her voice full of admiration. She knew that he wouldn't be able to understand half of what she was saying, but the mention of Captain and the doe eyed look she gave him would feed his already inflated ego. And that was exactly what she wanted. Happy customers paid more.

((" Come in, come in")) She said as she shut the door and pulled him further into the room.

Jack was more than happy with her greeting. He was insanely grinning down at her, his gold teeth sparkling in the light.

Her hands that rested on his stomach and slowly began to work there way up, gently discovering his toned muscles that lay beneath his stiff cotton shirt. While her hands wandered, her eyes were constantly locked with his smouldering brown ones. She gingerly nibbled on her bottom lip, completing that little girl look she was going for. She'd learnt that testosterone fuelled guys like Jack always went for that whole damsel in distress routine.

Jack's hand snaked around her and quickly gripped her behind, bringing her body forward, flush against his.

"What's ya name luv?" He asked, momentarily forgetting the language barrier. She gave him a perplexed look and shrugged her shoulders. He furrowed his brow, trying to figure out how to ask her in a way she'd understand. When the idea finally came to him his eyes lit up.

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow" He said animatedly pointing at himself. "And you?" He asked pointing towards her.

"Amélie" She said brightly

"Amélie, beautiful. Now where were we? Ah yes" He grabbed a hold of her taut bottom again and pulled her to him. He hoisted her up on her tip toes and began to nibble and kiss her neck. He was enjoying himself already but he wanted to take things slow, to savour his time with her

Amélie on the other hand was getting bored, things were moving to slow for her liking. The fact was she couldn't care less for these pointless introductions. She just wanted to do her job and get her money as quickly possible. Of course she was mildly interested in the fact she had The Captain Sparrow. He was a legend amongst prostitute for his bedroom antics. She wanted to know whether it was myth or reality. Deciding to take the lead, her hands that had been passively holding the sides of his hips began to follow his sash around to the front where the knot was. Her nimble fingers quickly went to work and soon the sash fell to the floor. she was just going to start work on the clasps of his trouser when two rough hands clamped over hers. She looked up at him confused.

"What's your rush love? We got all night and I want my money's worth." He let go of her and stepped back. He took off his coat and draped it over a chair by the side of the vanity. He did it all painstakingly slow. The way he saw it was that she was absolutely gagging for a piece of him and the more he denied her, the more she'd beg him for it. And like any pirate, begging was music to his ears.

As Jack turned to take off his boots, Amélie sweet facade fell and a frown marred her delicate features. She was getting more and more irritated. She had to desperately fight the urge to kick him out. Amélie knew she couldn't, the Madame would be furious, she was on thin ice with Louise as it was. After Jack's two boots had clumped to the floor her smile was instantly in place, just in time as he turn to face. He swayed towards her, Jack never being able to lose his sea legs on land.

"Got any drinks luv?" He asked. At he vacant look he formed an imaginary mug in his hand and made drinking motions. She silently pointed over to a large oak cabinet in the corner.

As soon as Jack's back was turned, Amélie instantly began to undo the hooks of her corset. No man could resist a pair of bare breast she reasoned. She sneaked up behind him as he was looking through the bottles and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and as soon as he did she launched her self up, wrapping her arms round his neck and her legs round his hip.

Jack, who was suitably shocked, dropped the bottle of port that he had in his hand as he grabbed for her hips and he stumbled back against the cabinet. Amélie took one hand off his neck and reach up for his hat, taking it of and securely placing it onto her own head.

(("No more games")) She whispered seductively in his ear, squeezing her legs together a bit, which put pressure on his rapidly hardening member. She hoped he'd get the message through her actions.(( "Please Captain Sparrow")) She added in her best pleading tone, that dripped with unfulfilled passion.

His right hand came up and cupped her cheek, which left a rather unfavourably black mark from the boat grease on his hands. His hand pulled her face forward into a kiss but at the last moment she turned her head to the side, his lips meeting her cheek.

There was just something about kissing clients that Amélie couldn't stand and it wasn't simple because their breathe was putrid. It was more along the lines of a moral thing for. Now what sexual morals could a manipulative prostitute like Amélie possibly have i hear you shout. Well, Amélie was a big believer in the fact that kissing is the most intimate and passionate thing you could do. Now that may sound a bit weird to some but it was her mentality

Jack looked at her for a second, his eyebrows raised, but he decided not to push the matter. There were plenty of other places he could kiss besides. He stumbled towards the bed laid her down, unceremoniously falling on top of her

"This will be a night your never forget love. That's a Captain Jack promise" He said arrogantly, unaware of her rolling her eyes in contempt.

End of part deux. And its only a few months late! Woohoo me!