"I swear, Greg and Steven are the only ones around here with normal names."
Amethyst said this, sipping from her tea afterward. Peridot could understand what she meant. Most of the people in this part of town were named after gemstones. It was rather odd.
Rose ushered Peridot into her house from out of the cold, and she eagerly accepted the offer. Rose herself stepped outside. If Peridot really was going to ask for Amethyst's services, she'd rather not be present. It was a private discussion, after all.
"So you said you wanted to hire me?" Amethyst asked, setting her tea cup down on the coffee table.
Peridot nodded, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. She had no idea what to do in a stranger's home.
"I've heard about you. You have quite the reputation."
"Good." Amethyst put her hands behind her head, smirking. "If people didn't know about me, I wouldn't be good at what I do."
"I see." Peridot wasn't very good at conversation. She adjusted her glasses, taking a look around the living room. "This is a nice place."
"Yeah, shame it's not mine." Amethyst was perfectly fine with idle chit chat, but it was getting late, and she was getting tired. Her beloved bed was waiting for her. "But let's talk business. I'm good with pretty much anything, just no shit, or piss, or blood, or anything that has to do with coming out of the body. That's pretty fucking gross."
"What do you mean, 'anything'?" Peridot asked, recoiling a bit at the vulgar language Amethyst used. She almost regretted her question as soon as she asked it.
"Well, I'm not like a lot of hookers." Amethyst started, leaning forward, hands propping her up between her legs. "I'm totally clean of diseases, and I only take clean clients, too. I'm okay with kissing, spanking, BDSM, you name it. As long as it's not what I said before, we're golden. And if you request something I haven't mentioned that I don't do, I'll tell you. That's it."
Peridot understood, more or less. She actually didn't expect this sort of thing. She had always thought that one just paid a prostitute to give them an orgasm, and that was it. It seemed so much more complicated.
"W-well... I'll try to think about it." Peridot mentally kicked herself for her stutter. She didn't want to mess this up.
Amethyst stood from her seat, stretching her arms above her head.
"Alright then. You got a place we can go to? I'd let you in my apartment, but I don't wanna have to wash my sheets. I'm tired as it is."
"If you're tired, I can come back in the morning. If you want." God dammit, Peridot. She thought to herself.
"Oh my god.." Amethyst whispered in realization. Peridot was too shy, too forgiving. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
Peridot's face immediately glowed in a heated blush.
"Is that a problem?!" She asked, embarrassed. She's already gotten a lot of crap for never having sex at her age.
"Well no." Amethyst started, walking around the coffee table. She wrapped her arm around Peridot's shoulders. "But it's not the best idea to get your cherry popped by a whore. I say this to everyone who wants me as their first time: you need to do it with someone you care about." Amethyst pulled away from Peridot, putting her hands in her pockets. "But if you're still willing to pay, I'll take you up on the offer. I'm just saying."
Peridot was shocked, to be entirely honest. She didn't expect a prostitute to be so considerate. But she had made up her mind before she even left her house. She wanted this. She was sure of it.
"I'd still like to hire you. I have plenty of money."
"Suit yourself." Amethyst made her way to the door of the house, talking to Peridot as she walked. "You got a place we can go to? I'm not against fucking you in a car."
"W-we can go to my place." Peridot couldn't even imagine doing such an act in a vehicle. What if someone saw them? Of course, her windows were tinted, but.. her driver might see. "It's um.. quite a drive."
"If it's gonna take that long, I could just spend the night at your place, but it'll cost extra."
"I can afford it." For the first time since arriving at this place, Peridot felt confident. She walked passed Amethyst out of the door, making her way down the street to the road at the end. Amethyst let out a low whistle, following her client.
Outside, even though it was getting so late in the night, no one was asleep. In fact, they were all wide awake, crowding around.. something, at the end of the street. Even Rose, Greg, and Steven were around the object, the child sitting on his father's shoulders.
"It's so long, and black! What is it?"
"That's a limo, Steven. I wonder why it's here, though."
"And the man standing beside it is as tall as mom!"
"That's a woman, Steven."
As Amethyst and Peridot neared the crowd, catching the conversation between father and son, the prostitute turned toward her client, a shocked expression on her face.
"No way.." She breathed out, causing the blonde to smirk.
"Yes. It's mine."
Peridot made her way through the crowd, closely followed by Amethyst. Jasper, the big 'man' that Steven was so entranced by, was dressed in a black suit, though she wore a skirt, showing off her muscular legs. She would prefer to wear pants, but even though she was more masculine than most every man in New York, Jasper had to wear the woman's uniform. She stepped to the side, opening the limo door for Peridot.
"Miss Diamond. Whore."
"Jasper, she's a guest. Even with her 'reputation', you'll treat her as such." Peridot scolded her chauffeur, climbing into the back of the limo. Amethyst followed, seemingly unfazed by the comment from the driver. She's been called much worse, before. Jasper only begrudgingly nodded, closing the door of the limousine.
"You didn't come off as a rich girl to me." Amethyst commented, looking around the inside of the vehicle. It was rather large and open spaced. There was even a button on the wall that opened up a cooler that was installed in the middle of the floor. Though, she was sure that neither of them were in the mood for a cold drink. She and Peridot sat across from each other.
"I'm adopted." Peridot stated flatly. She wanted to get this information out of the way, so that there would be no awkwardness in the future.
"So Diamond isn't your last name?"
"No, and before you ask, I don't remember my last name. Please don't ask any questions about my past."
Amethyst shrugged, crossing her arms as she leaned back against very comfortable cushions. Jasper had already started the limo, forcing the crowd around it to disperse. Amethyst watched her friends disappear in the distance as the vehicle sped away from her home.
"Customer's always right.." Amethyst whispered absentmindedly.
The car ride was silent, for a time. Peridot obviously lived in the more ritzy bits of New York, so it would take quite a while to reach their destination. During this time, Amethyst played with the button to open and close the cooler, watching as the lid slid back and forth. It annoyed Peridot to no end.
"Will you stop that?" Peridot asked calmly. She took her glasses off, wiping the lenses on her hoodie.
"I'm so bored, though!" Amethyst whined, allowing herself to sink down in her seat. "I didn't know limos would be so fucking quiet. Where's all the strobe lights and shit?"
"You watch way too much television." Peridot couldn't help but smirk at her companion's words. She found it almost adorable to see her in such distress of boredom. Placing her glasses back on her face, she tried to think of a way to keep Amethyst entertained. "Well, why don't we talk?"
"About what?" Amethyst asked in anticipation, obviously eager for any sort of entertainment. She put herself up straight in her seat, expectantly staring at her client. Peridot blushed under this intense stare, averting her eyes.
"W-well.. how did you get your job?" Again, Peridot hated herself for her words. Her embarrassed stutter would kill her eventually.
"It's a long story. But I'm sure we have time!" She yelled this so that Jasper would hear her voice, and the driver retorted angrily.
"We'll get there when we get there!"
Amethyst laughed, and even Peridot let out a little chuckle. It was sort of fun seeing Jasper get mad. Amethyst came down from her laughter, clearing her throat with a cough. She began her little story.
"Well. I'm an orphan too. I've been traveling pretty much my whole life, except for the years I spent in the orphanage." As she said this, Amethyst was sort of surprised to see that Peridot was listening so intently. Maybe she was surprised that a whore would actually talk about her past? It didn't really matter. Amethyst just felt that the past was just that, and it lead her to where she is now.
"I left when I was sixteen, and I've been on my own since. 'Course I did a few favors for some people to let me stay the night at their place when I was tired of the comfiest pile of rocks." Amethyst chuckled at this, remembering how hard it was to get to sleep the first night away from the orphanage. She continued. "When I showed up in New York, I met a pimp, and he got me into what I do today. I'm on my own now, though. That guy was a dick, anyway."
"Are you talking about Marty?" Jasper asked from the driver's seat, having overheard the conversation.
"Yeah, you know him?"
"Bastard tried to get me to pay for one of his girls to give me a good time a couple years back. When he realized I didn't have any man-meat between my legs, he actually hit on me. I kicked him in the balls."
"Same here, girl." Amethyst said, laughing. "I'll be surprised if he'll ever have any kids." Jasper laughed as well.
"You're not so bad for a whore."
"Jasper!" Peridot scolded, her face alight. She didn't want to offend Amethyst in any way, but Amethyst ignored both the comment and Peridot.
"Like I told Peri here, I'm not like other hookers. I'm clean, and all my clients are required to be clean. I do all the work, and they just lay there and enjoy themselves. That's how I roll."
"Peri?" Peridot was confused at the use of this nickname. Did Amethyst feel that comfortable around strangers?
"You know what, maybe I'll hire you myself one of these days." Jasper admitted, turning a corner in the street. From the looks of their surroundings, the limo was closing in on its destination. "After deflowering Miss Diamond, you could visit me in my room. I'm sure you'd have enough stamina."
Peridot's face couldn't possibly get a deeper shade of red at her driver's words. Why did she have to say it like that?
"Jasper, that's none of your concer-"
"Hell, if you got the money, I'd rock your world all night." Amethyst interrupted Peridot, much to her peaking rage.
"Stop ignoring me!"