A Rebel Love Story
A/N: I'm soooo thankful for reviews it got and I hope that this chapter meets your expectations. Enjoy my beauties!
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Chapter 3
Recap: "You can't bartend well enough. You can only serve beers. Most of the clients that come in and drink before their appointments have exotic drinks that you can't make without proper training that only I have mastered." Damn, Jesse. Ever heard of over working it a little bit? There is such a thing as a helper or an apprentice.
With a regretable sigh of defeat I agreed. "Fine. I'll do it. But only and only this one time. Just tell me what to do."
I am soooo going to regret this choice.
I just stood in the middle of the room as they fussed over what I had to do and what could be done to prepare me for all 21 clients tonight. The medics came and took Christine away in the ambulance to go to the hospital to tend to her broken leg.
"Tessa come on. Don't just stand there! You need to get familar with the rooms you'll be performing in. There's 4 rooms and each of them are different in style and mood. Most clients will pick a room and visit it usually on a regualr basis, but you always get the one or two that switch their rooms every visit. And we need to get you into a better outfit than that. Its hot, but we need something that has a twinge of innocence to it to fit you better." Charlotte pulled me into a hallway that was dimmly lit by glowing stones in candle holders that were already hanging on the walls.
All four doors were different colored and she was right. Each room was certainly different. One was in a sort of alult romantic setting, the next was extremely sexy, the one after that was ment to be very innocent, and the last, well, I'd rather not say how it was decked out. I just don't want to have to use that room. Period. End of story.
I explored all the rooms and got somewhat familar with each of them. I made it so that I knew where everything was and I actually knew what I was doing. I was just finishing learning the last room when Jessamine came in, holding a black clothes bag. Must be my outfit change for the next couple hours. I just thought of something, I can't dance, nor do I have the energy to do 21 clients. By the Angel, I'm screwed!
"Come on, Tessa. We have about 15 minutes left and we still have to have you practice dancing and get you changed. And, by the way, I'll provide you with a list of all the clients and the rooms they'll be in. If there's an astric by the name and no room number, that means they're the undecided ones and they'll tell you the room they want. Plus, it will tell you whether or not you're going to be stripping or dancing."
"Okay, cool." Now I get to see if it's anybody I know or used to know. Fantasic. I mean that with so much sarcasim that it's not even funny anymore.
Jesse pulled me out of the room and put me into a dressing room with the black clothes bag.
I pulled out the contents and my jaw just about dropped to the floor. I held a white silk, see through cover up that didn't close all the way and tied inbetween my tits. A white bra and matching thong with a white silky lace garter. This was their idea of innocent?! By the Angel... I just might have a heart attack before I start.
Stripping for the third time that night, I slipped on the outfit and tried to tie the cover up as tightly as I could. I picked up the hanger and put my clothes back on it and hung it back up on the hook by the door.
"Tessa? Are you okay? We start in a little more than 10 minutes and we still need to prepare you."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I coming out." I gripped the door handle and swallowed what little pride I had left and went out the door.
"Tessa, you are a vision in white. I know you're no angel and that you have an attitude, but tonight, you're hell's innocent white angel. Come with me. This will be very quick."
I was pulled down the hall back to the dressing room and pushed into a make-up chair. As quickly as possible, whe lined my eyes in back and applied a coat of mascara. Covering my lips in a rich ruby, she looked saitsfied and beamed pride in her work.
"Now that that's finished, there's just enough time to see you practice dance and be given tips and an energy boost." Again I was jerked out of a chair and pulled into another room. This is really fricken ridiculous. I'm already fricken tired and I'm going to privately strip and dance for perverts, so I at least don't need to be pulled down halls like a rag doll.
Standing in front of what I assume is a practice dummy. A literal dummy. Jessamine told me a little about what I'm suppose to do. I'm suppost to tease, tempt, grind against, and feel them. What the hell did I agree to?
She had me try a little on the dummy and gave me pointers to make a good show. With about 6 minutes left, Charlotte came in and gave Jesse a piece of paper. This must be the list for tonight.
"Alright. You'll be fine and don't forget to smile. You just have to smile. Your smile is already sweet and innocent, but to any guy with a dick, it's pretty damn sexy and seductive. No need to change that. Each session is about 20 minutes. So since you'll be doing whatever is on the list for..." she computed math in her head, " about 7 hours, you are given 10 minute breaks every fourty minutes to regain some energy before you start the next round. Here, put these on." she handed me a pair of sky high white heels. I slipped them on a tested them by walking in them.
I have to fucking dance for 7 fucking hours for fucking perverts!? Am I insane!? At least there's a break inbetween the times.
"Ready? Your first clients for the night are almost here. The first one is due to arrive in about 10 minutes at 8:00 sharp. He be sent back to the room with you. Here's the list and I would recommend that you get situated in the room before he gets here. I already looked at the list. Your first client tonight is the son of a wealthy company in London, so try and not do anything stupid while you're in there. He's going to be in the sensual romance room and he's coming for a strip. And if they try and pull some raunchy stuff, just try and weasle you're way out of it before you resort to threats." she said.
Oh..good. Now I can threaten assholes who try and feel me up. Fantastic.
"And Tessa?"
"Yeah?" I called back.
"The same thing for bartending goes for this session. Any money given as a tip, you keep. Plus most of these men are pretty well paying for good things. So as long as it's just a feel up, I'd take it."
So if I let these people feel me up I'll get paid for it? Now I'm conflicted between the cash and keeping my pride. Slipping into the second room, I made myself comfortable on the round bed in there. Lying on my side with my legs stretched out and head in my hand with my elbow proped up, I just might give the guy a heart attack. I gazed into the mirror and saw for myself and confirmed it. I got up and dimmed the lights and changed them to a dark red. Before getting back on the bed.
It's okay, Tessa. You can do this. Plus it's only for one night, right? And you get to keep the tips. Those were my last word of motivation before the knob started to turn. As the door slowly opened, I raced to control my heart from bursting out of my chest. A couple heartbeats later and in stepped a young man, probably, very early twenties.
Jessamine was right. He was pretty damn good looking. He came in dressed in black slacks and a midnight blue shirt. Closing the door he turned and caught sight of me. A slow devious smile spread across his lips "Well, well I've just found an angel in my bed."
Despite the comment, I flirted "How charming," I said in the most seductive voice I could muster. "But you're mistaken in you think, I'm not the good kind of angel."
He began to saunter over to the bed, where I lay, ever so slowly. "Aren't most angels decked out in white like you?" he asked.
"Not all angels are good. Like me for instance. You only see what's on top, underneath, I'm a whole different person." I whispered.
Desire flamed in his storm gray eyes. "I intend to find out what's underneath."
Playing along with his little game, I crawled off the bed and went to him. I slipped my hands down his arms and chest, desire growing in his eyes. And false desire in mine. I pulled his face down to mine and barely an inch away from his lips, I whispered "Maybe you should come and find out."
I gripped is collar and set him down on the edge of the bed. I turned on the stereo and a song with no lyrics began playing through the speakers. It had a heavy bass and that was perfect. My hips moved in slow swings, circles and dips, teasing him. Taunting him.
I ran my hand through my hair and down my throat between my breasts. After a couple minutes of unbriddled torcher, I turned my back to him and untied the cover up, letting the fabric slide over my shoulders and down my arms. As my body continued to move, I heard a deep groan rise in is throat. I peered over my shoulder and gave him a sexy seductive smile. With my back still to him, I felt a pair of hand on my hips and a bare chest press against my back.
This better be the only thing that happens.
His hips rocked with mine in a rhythmic motion. I could feel his heartbeats increasing and slow words pass over my ears. "How about we forget the rest of the dance and we have some real fun? You're way too damn sexy for me not to touch in ways I shouldn't."
Great. Now this guy wants to get handzy huh? SOOOOO, not happening!
"Mmm, tempting, but I think that you'll like the rest of the dance better than my sex skills." Gently decline the offer, before making threats. Gently decline before threats. I repeated that statement in my head so that I wouldn't snap at the client.
"I highly doubt that, Angel. Come on. I won't tell Charlotte." So persistant...
"I'm serious. Why don't you just enjoy the rest of the show?"
"That does sound pretty good." Thank the Heavens, I got him to back off! "Leaves more to imagine."
"It sure does."
I finished my routine before sending the young man on his way. But not before he pulled out his wallet and told me to stand still. She began sliding bills inbetween my bra and thong. Don't kill him Tessa! Don't kill him!
"Thanks for the show, sweetheart." I winked at him before I sent him away.
If this keeps up, I'll walk out of here richer than whatever! After pulling out all the bills, I had about 200 pounds inbetween my tits and thong. If I kept on getting tips like this, god, I'll be set for life!
One down, twenty to go.
Most of the clinets that showed up were as Jessamine had said. They were mostly in their early twenties and very pretty to look at. After several, lap dances and strip teases, It came down to the final client of the night. It's almost 3 in the morning, I'm tired, I'm hungry, my body hurts, my feet hurt from these damned heels. Lets just get this over with so I can go home and bathe.
I didn't even bother to look at the client list because my eyes were so flipped tired. I don't even know how much money I've made between all the clients, that's how fricken tired I am.
Slipping into the bathroom to make sure that I had no smudged make up, I headed into the first room for the last client. I slowly slipped in and found the client already in here. The room was huged into a deep ocean blue that reminded me of a certain someone's eyes.
Sitting in the couch across from the bed was a face I had never expected to see here tonight.
"Hello, Tessa. Miss me?"
Sitting across from me was none other than the cocky bastard himself, black hair and blue eyes and all, William Herondale.
My eyes widened in shock "What the hell are you doing here?" I harshly asked, im a hushed whisper.
"Tonight's my usual night. I almost canceled my appointment because I saw Christine leaving, but when Jessamine told me that you'd be filling in for her, I just couldn't resist you seeing me here in this position."
OH MY GOD! I'm suppost to strip or lap dance this guy? He's an ass! Not once has he even charmed me enough to even considering liking him.
"Although I would love to see you strip for me and reveal that sexy body underneath all those clothes, how about we make this more interesting?" His smile was devious and his eyes were so mischevious.
"How so?" I would do anything not to strip for this guy.
"This will just involve words and clothes." On god, I am going to have to strip some how for this guy. "It's really quite simple, but one question first. Do you read a lot?"
What kind of fricken question is this?! "Yes. I do. I read a lot of the older stuff actually."
His smile widened. "Good then this should be easy if you can remember all the quotes from the books."
Bring it on, jackass! My memory is excellent! I hardly ever forget anything about a book.
"Any specific rules to this game William?"
"Again, simple. Answer the title of the book from which the quote came from in 10 seconds. If you get it right, then you don't lose any clothes. Get it wrong and one thing comes off that sexy body of yours and the game isn't ever until one of us is left with nothing on." Guess, I won't be stripping tonight them. HAHAHA!
"Fine, let's begin. You start then." I told him. I sat down on the bed with my legs underneath me, while he remained on the couch.
"Art thou now to leave me so unsatisfied." he said.
I knew this right off the bat. "William Shakespeares' Romeo and Juliet."
"Very good, Tessa. Your turn." I thought of one of my favorite books ever.
"A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other." I said.
"A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens." Okay, so he's not as stupid as he looks. Oh JOY!
This could take a while. The first one to crack was, actually, me. I took of the lacy garter around my thigh which I had forgotten about. Thank the Angel I noticed it because I wasn't stripping without a fight. He cracked twice and took off his black shirt and pants leaving him in nothing, but his boxers. Shoes and socks had been removed before because according to him they don't count. I didn't exactly know how much time had passed, but I know it's been more than 20 minutes.
His body was toned and somewhat muscular and revealed more of those black tattoo things. I'll ask about those after I've won the game. His pale skin seemed to glow in the blue huged room.
"You never really understand a person until you crawl under their skin."
And for once, I didn't know where this came from. I had heard the quote before, but..SHIT! I can't remember from where.
"10..9..8..7.." he began counting out loud, Shit! I'm screwed if I don't come up with this answer and fast! "6..5..4..3..2..1..0!" Shit..
"Alright Tessa, strip something off that body."
I chose the cover up because it was my only choice. I wasn't removing my bra and/or panties yet.
"Damn! I can't wait to see the rest of you."
I smirked and laughed. "You're gonna have to beat me before you see the rest of me."
"I plan on it. You turn."
I thought of a good one "I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often and by someone who knows how." He'll never guess this.
"Nice attempt at trying to beat me. Gone with the Wind." Shit.
What do I take off now? Sliding off the bed I stood up and turned away from him and slid my fingers behind me to unclasp my bra. Letting it fall from my body, I just sat back down on the edge of the bed away from him, arms crossed over my bare breasts. I dared not to turn and look at him for the sake of him not seeing the flush crawl up my face.
"Your turn, Will." I kept my face facing forward to the empty wall. Then the mood just changed. I no longer felt the mischeviousness in his voice, but something different.
"You're so beautiful." he whispered.
"What? That could come from any number of books, Will." I was absolutely puzzled.
"It's not a quote it's a fact." He gently whispered into the silence of the room. What?
I barely had time to finish my own thought before I felt his bare chest press into my back. A gasp escaped my lips. His skin was hot and smooth, completely hairless. His hands slowly ran over my shoulders, making my breath come out in shorter pants. His touch was nothing I had ever felt before. It was soft as a feather, and as tender as a caress. His touch was like fire flowing over my skin.
Moving down my body, when his fingers made contact with the skin on my stomach, it was all over. I moan escaped my lips for the first time. I began to turn my face away from him so he wouldn't see the flush crawling up my cheeks, but his finger caught the underside of my jaw. I couldn't resist the feeling of his fingers on my skin. It was something that I had never felt before.
His finger guided my face around so that I was looking over my shoulder at him. Exquisite desire filled his blue eyes and only roused mine even more. I had no more time to think after that.
In that moment, time stopped as his mouth pressed hotly into mine. My eyes widened in shock, but couldn't resist the pleasure of his kiss. His fingers tangled in my hair, deepening the kiss. In that moment, I forgot that I didn't have a bra on and I turned my whole body and pressed into him, my fingers winding themselves in his soft black hair.
A groan rose from both our throats as we parted and kissed so many times. He was like my own personal drug. I just couldn't get enough of him.
Lying me down on my back, his mouth never broke that kiss. He pulled away making a whimper of disappointment rise from my throat. Staring at me with his blue eyes, his breath was deep and panting, he lowered his head to my neck and began to kiss and nibble on the skin he found there.
Moans erupted from our throats and gasps of pleasure escaped my mouth. My hands left his hair and ran down the smooth skin of his back, feeling the muscles tense and untense at my touch.
"Tessa?" there was a knock at the door that broke us apart. "Tessa, are you alright? It's almost 5 in the morning and that appointment ended a long time ago." Jessamine.
I had completely forgotten that this was an appointment and I was still at work. We jumped off the bed and started to throw our clothes back on.
"Yeah, Jesse. We'll be out in a minute." I called.
A sight of relief came when I heard her boots clicking down the hallway on the tile floors.
"Thank you for an unforgettable evening Tessa." Will said as he re-buttoned his shirt.
"You're welcome." I took one look in the mirror and saw that the lipstick had been smudged everywhere. I caught sight of Will taking a hankerchif out and wiping all the lipstick away from his face. He must have caught my expression.
"No need for the horrid look, Tessa. It happens. Come here." I walked over and he gently began to wipe the make up from my face. Once he finished, he looked me straight in the eyes. "You shouldn't wear make-up Tessa. You're a natural beauty who doesn't need to cover up her face. I hope the next time we meet, you're not hiding from me any longer."
I just stared in silent wonder at him. So this is the side of him that Jem was talking about. He was right. I do like this side a lot better than his other.
"I'll see you later, Tessa." he said as he walked out the door. Not realizing it, but he had left his hankerchif in my hand. Pressing my back into the wall, I slid down to the floor and just thought about everything that had happened. This is more than I expected from an unwelcomed proposition and Will Herondale.
A/N: So how's that for a chapter ending? Oh my, Tessa had quite the day of firsts. She had been given her first job, her first proposition and her first kiss from an unexpected person. What will she think when they finally meet again? I thank you all for reading this chapter and I hope you all enjoyed it. I love you to the universe and back.
~snowflakedreams96~
