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💚 This is a re-upload, Until chapter 8

💚 So, I want to put this reminder here. This story contains DIRTY TALKING. If it's not your kink, don't read, or at least don't complain about it. It's not going to be heavy, but it's still going to be there.

💚 So, the two cultural references were Basic Instincts (with the Sharon Stone pose), and The Dark Knight (with the quote about being good at something and getting paid for it)

💚 Now, in case it wasn't clear. Christian and Gia have known each other for years and have only been in that one relationship. They never dated anyone else. It is quite important for the rest of the story, and to understand Christian. Also, they were each other's first.

💚 And also, in this story, Elliott is Christian's best friend, not his brother. Christian only has two younger sisters.

💚 How Much💚

Christian has some singular taste when it comes to his sexual preferences, but he's never dared voice them. He never manages to climax because of that, and it leaves him frustrated. One night, he decides to try the last solution that comes to his mind …

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Romance/Family/Drama/Lemons‼️

‼️AS/CG/Carrick Grey/Raymond Steele/Elliott/Gia‼️

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Chapter 3: How Much For The Night? (2,1K)

Christian's Pov

I roll to the side, sighing with bliss as a satisfied smile spreads my lips. Best sex ever. I might have paid for it, but it was definitely worth it, and I can't bring myself to regret it. Just letting completely go of my inhibitions and saying the things I have wanted to say for so long … Nirvana.

And though Miss Pink is a hooker, I like to think that she enjoyed herself as well. After all, she promised me her honesty and not to fake. So, her screams were probably legitimate. And … I don't know, by the way she was clenching around me, it feels like she liked me talking dirty to her.

I start to drift to sleep, feeling just too good to move and actually get to bed. This is the after-sex bliss I never felt. How many times have I heard that a good fuck would put anyone to sleep, and yet, it never happened to me? In fact, I usually have this boost of energy after sex.

Miss Pink gets up and starts looking for her underwear, and as my eyes follow her, my cock slightly twitches. I mean, as I said before, Miss Pink is something else to look at. Miss Pink is sexy.

When she slips into her dress, I frown and up myself on my elbows, "You're leaving?"

She gives me a look that makes me feel like an idiot, and an obvious newbie, and she zips her dress up. But … "I paid for the night."

"People usually pay for the night because they don't want to be rushed for time. They don't really care about cuddling or sleep," She explained, putting her shoes on.

So cuddling a hooker is not amongst the acceptable things to do with them. I make a mental note, and wonder if I should ask Elliott about hooker etiquette. But then I remember, this is just a one-time thing. I should have asked Elliott before calling Mrs Lincoln.

"What if I want to a repeat in the middle of the night? Or in the morning?" I challenge, because, if I can drag this one-time thing as much as I can, I will.

"Do you want me to stay?" She asks, confused, and I nod, sitting properly on the bed and hoping that my cock half out of my trousers doesn't make me look ridiculous.

"Yes."

She seems surprised but doesn't argue, reaching to unzip her dress again as she takes off her heels. Red soles. Miss Pink has expensive taste. But I don't linger much on the shoes. I look at her body again, looking for one flaw, but except for the red marks that I left on her waist for holding her too tight, she's perfect.

She must have caught my staring because she waves off, "It doesn't hurt in the slightest. In fact, to stay in that honesty line and all, I like it slightly rough."

"Slightly?" I echo, getting rid of the condom and pulling up my boxers.

"I bruise easily, and I don't particularly like pain. Just that threshold before that," She explains with a shrug, and she gets under the covers as I strip down to my boxers. I should have planned this better, you know, pyjamas and all. But … oh, well.

I get in the bed next to her, reminding myself that cuddling is off the board. Which probably means that kissing is off the board as well. What I wouldn't give to kiss her lips! I'd probably go to the six figures or more, just for a quick taste. Though I don't think Miss Pink will appreciate my auctioning her body like that. After all, she sees it more as a pleasurable job than a disgraceful one.

She looks at me, a small smirk back on her lips as her blue eyes dance all over my face, "You really don't know a thing about hookers, do you?"

I don't respond anything to that because, well she should see it as a good thing. instead, I look at her hair, and I get worried because Gia always said that isn't a pleasant experience to sleep with a wig on.

"You can remove your wig, if you want," I say, as if nothing, though I am curious to know what she looks like with her natural hair colour. She smirks, challenging me,

"Who says it's a wig?"

I look back at her hairline. Maybe I got that wrong. But then I see that all those years hanging around Gia paid off and I point out, "The lace front says it for you."

She frowns, looking at me differently before she teases, "You sure you're not gay? Usually, straight men don't pay enough attention to hair to notice that kind of thing. It's usually long enough to grab, or not."

"I know a model or two," I say, rolling my eyes at her gay comment. I mean, I just proved to her quite eloquently that I am definitely not gay.

Well, I mostly only really know one model, but she doesn't need to know that. Miss Pink nods, showing that she is slightly impressed with me, but she doesn't make a move to remove her wig. I guess her real hair colour will always be a mystery then.

I keep my eyes on her, repressing the urge I have to spoon with her. I guess that is the downside of asking for the services of a hooker, you can't really be all mushy and cuddly with them. I wish there was a book about that kind of thing. What to do and not to do with a hooker. Though, that would be useless. It's a one-time thing.

So I clear my throat, and ask again, "How did you get to work in this industry?"

"I told you already, I simply like having sex."

"Did you … enjoy our sex?"

She chuckles, "Didn't I make it obvious? I thought I wasn't allowed to fake?"

"Right. So … you just like having sex?"

"Is it that hard to believe?"

"Like a nympho?"

This makes her burst into laughter. Something genuine and spontaneous, and that enlightens her whole face.

"Would you even think about that if I were a man? When a man likes to have sex, he has a healthy sex life. It's completely normal. It's kind of sad that we live in a world where a woman's sexuality is scrutinised, no matter what she does. She can be a virgin, a hooker, or a middle-aged woman, people always have something to say about it."

I can't argue with that, because it's true. I mean, here I am, questioning her sexuality when she already told me that she just likes sex. Why should I care? I never judged Elliott for going to hookers, so why should I judge the hookers? If anything, it should be the other way around.

I roll so I am on my back, and I am not tempted to do something foolish, like caress her face or kiss her. Kiss her beautiful tempting red lips. I look at the ceiling, asking, "Is there a fantasy that you'd like to fulfil?"

"Shall I remind you that we're not here for me?"

"But I'm asking, and I paid for the truth," I retort, turning my head so she can't lie to me. I feel a bit like a jerk for reminding her that she's on payroll, but I want an answer.

Her eyes briefly search my face before she shrugs and lets me know, "I'm good. I like the dirty talking, and not a lot of men are into it. Well … not the way I like it. It was a nice experience, especially since you're easy on the eyes."

I look back at the ceiling, swallowing with difficulty. Do all hookers have such delectable lips? Does Elliott simply bite his lips when he wants to kiss a hooker? Or does he pay more to simulate the intimacy? I really should have asked all those questions before.

She starts to hum a soothing song, and I look back at her blue eyes. She looks down and smirks when she sees that we're not alone. So she straddles on top of me and starts kissing her way down from my chest

"Do you want me to put you to sleep, Mr T?"

I repress a groan when she grabs my cock under my boxer, and I watch her lick her lips as she starts to jerk me off. But I still hiss my name, "Christian."

This stops her for a second. She raises an eyebrow at me, and I feel that I crossed a line. But I just don't like the distance that Mr T-pseudonym is putting between us.

"Christian?" She echoes, shaking her head. "You know, people usually avoid giving their real name, unless they're looking for an ego-power trip. But I doubt that's your thing."

"Maybe I just want you to scream my name," I challenge and she just smirks, resuming the motions on my cock.

"I don't think I'll be able to scream much, Christian. If I recall, you seemed to quite like the idea of fucking my mouth …" She teases, licking my cock from the base to the tip, following a vein.

I close my eyes when she takes me in her mouth, letting out a long moan of appreciation. This girl has a mouth to die for. And it does feel a bit like dying as she brings me to climax once again, under my dirty indications.

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The next morning, I roll to the side, sweaty but feeling elated. Miss Pink is a Godsend. And I'm so glad I can have her one more time before going back to reality. We didn't sleep much last night. I took her in every position that I know of. Okay, that's not a lot, but still. I think my favourite was when she rode me, telling me how good my cock felt inside of her, how wet my thumb on her clit made her, how much she liked being a dirty little slut, fucking me hard.

I am out of breath, trying to catch a normal rhythm, and Miss Pink lazily stirs before getting up, looking definitely freshly fucked. Even her pink hair looks slightly dishevelled. She grins at me before grabbing for her underwear.

Oh yeah … it's the morning. It's time to leave the fantasy behind. I put my boxers on and reach for my wallet. I guess that's why hallucinogens are illegal. The dream is so much better than the reality, that you never want to leave it.

I give her the money, and there is a slight frown on her brows before she takes it, smiling. She's already all dressed. She slips into her heels, putting the money in her purse, not counting it once again and she gets to the door.

I follow her there, and before opening it, she turns to me with a cute smile, not a smirk, not a grin, a smile, and she tells me, "I hope it was all you hoped for and more"

And this little smile, this little genuine question makes me sure of one thing, I will come back. I will call Mrs Lincoln again to have at least one more night with Miss Pink.

"I hope to see you soon again, Miss Pink," I say, just so she can tell me right now if I'm wasting my time. Her blue eyes twinkle, and she winks at me,

"Rose."

"Rose," I repeat, looking at her lips. How I wish I could kiss her goodbye.

"One more thing? Don't give your name to a hooker you don't know. That's how scandals happen. And just live a little. Stop overthinking everything and just enjoy the moment. I promise it will be more enjoyable for you, and the hooker if you just let go," She warmly says.

Then, she opens the door and leaves the same way she entered last night, with confidence. No feelings of shame or embarrassment. After all, she also got what she wanted out of last night.

I close the door, smiling to myself. I guess I'm lucky, after all. Out of all the girls I could have gotten, I got Miss Pink … I got Rose.

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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚

💚 So, Christian has decided to call again, and Miss Pink is now Rose.

💚 And, I'm wondering, how do you feel about Miss Pink's statement concerning women's sexuality?

💚 And why do you think Miss Pink hesitated to take the money?

💚Well, let me know what you thought of this chapter. What was your favourite part? What do you think will happen next?

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