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Lady of the Night:
The First Attempt
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My boss once told me when you're dealing with a virgin, the best thing to do is be nice, sensitive, and persistent. You don't want to scare him away, but you also don't want to be too timid. They need someone to guide them, but also keep their confidence up. Normally, I would not have a problem with this. Except, most of my virgin clients were human. A vampire virgin made things ten times harder.
"Whose apartment is this?" I asked Edward when he stopped in front of an apartment door and pulled out a key.
He turned to me and frowned. "It is mine."
"Oh!" I gasped, covering my mouth.
"Is that a problem?"
"No," I shook my head. "I just, just most people usually take me to a hotel, the back of their car, a friend's apartment. They try to keep me away from their home, you know, in case someone they know sees me and tells their wife. Which, I guess wouldn't be a problem with you." I let you out a nervous laugh.
"Guess not,' he said solemnly as he pushed open the door.
I bit my lip and bowed my head as I walked into the apartment. This night was going so well, but the minute he said that he was a virgin, this night turned to crap. It wasn't my fault that I never had a vampire as a client before, especially one that was a virgin.
The apartment was bigger than my mom's house. A window replaced the southern wall. There was a black grand piano in front it, the ivory keys dusted and polish. A big screen HD TV sat in front of a coffee table and a black leather couch. There were two bookcases of movies and music on either side of the TV. It looked like something you might see on MTV Cribs.
I looked at Edward. "Do you mind if I see your room?" I asked.
He swallowed and nodded. "Sure," his voice broke. He cleared his throat and said "sure" again. He started walking down a hall toward the master bedroom. I took a deep breath before I followed him. My hands were shaking.
I closed the door behind me when I walked into Edward's room. He was standing by his bed, which was the biggest bed I had ever seen. It took up most of the room and had for post that held a white canopy. I smiled at him, trying to convince him that this was all normal and I was only intimidated by all the nice things that he had.
"How do we," he hesitated, "how do we do this?" he finally asked.
I took a deep breath and told myself that I could do this. It wasn't that big of a deal, it wasn't like he was a horse or anything. He had been human once and he was still a little human now. And so what if I was sober, I chose to be sober. I could have sex with someone without being plastered.
I turned around. "We just," I whispered, "do it." I kicked off my flats and pushed them next to the door. I didn't trust myself in high heels.
He nodded. His hands dug into his pocket.
I smiled at him as I grabbed his wrist and led him to the bed. When the back of his knees pressed against the mattress, I pushed him onto the bed and straddled his hips between my knees. His eyes widened and I could feel his manhood against the thick fabric of his dress slacks. I moved up so I was sitting on his stomach. I didn't want to hurt him.
"I do not know what to do with my hands," Edward confessed. I looked at them; they were palm down on the bed.
I smiled. "Don't worry, I never know what to do with my hands either." I grabbed his wrist and put his hands so they were holding my waist. I leaned down so my lips were hovering over his ear. "Just relax," I whispered. "Everyone has sex and once it's in, you won't want to take it out."
He nodded.
"Okay, I'm going to kiss you, is that okay?" I asked.
His fingers dug into my hips. I closed my eyes, trying to suppress a hiss. It didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable. He must have seen my face because he quickly removed his hands from my waist and slapped them on the bed. He mumbled a "sorry."
I grabbed his hands again and put them on my waist. If he did it again, this time I wouldn't react. "I'm going to kiss you now," I said again.
He nodded.
I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his. They were as cold as his hands were and very dry. I put my hands on his shoulders as I opened my mouth and traced his bottom lip. He didn't open his mouth. I slipped my tongue through his pressed lips and licked his teeth.
He finally got the idea and opened his mouth. He tasted like blood.
It was easy pretending that Edward was human; all I had to do was tell myself that his hands were ice cold because he had poor circulation and spent most of his time ice fishing in Alaska. His death grip was because sometimes he didn't catch fish when he ice fished, he caught hungry killer whales that he thought were actual fish, so he had to use his muscles to pull them out of the hole that he had carved into the ice. It usually didn't work, until one day it did and he won several awards for being the first person with anemia to catch a killer whale.
The reason his skin was granite and lips were so hard is because one time he fell into the ice and froze, but luckily they were able to defrost him before he died. By some miracle none of his body parts got frostbite.
The only thing I couldn't come up a lie for was the way he tasted. There was nothing that I could compare the taste of blood too. I tried to tell myself that it wasn't really blood I tasted, but the pennies he swallowed when he was a kid, but the image of him sucking animals dry came into my thoughts. It made me nauseous.
I pulled away from him and opened my eyes. His were still close. A smile formed on his lips, which made me blush. I suddenly believed the lie I told myself about the pennies he had swallow when he was a kid, which permanently left him with the taste of copper in his mouth. It wasn't blood that I was tasting, it was stale pennies.
"You taste like peppermint," he said when he opened his eyes.
I smiled. "You taste like pennies."
He laughed, showing off his perfect white teeth. "I am sorry," he apologized.
I shook my head. "Don't be." I took another breath as I tried to think what the next step should be. I didn't want to move too fast, but I didn't want to take my time in case he decided to back down. "I'm going to take off my dress now," I said.
I grabbed the hem of dress and was about to pull it over my head when I felt Edward's fingers wrap around my wrist. "Can I do it?" he asked. His topaz eyes shined.
I nodded as I lifted my hands over my head.
Edward's hands slid up my thighs, pulling the dress with them, over my waist and around my breast till the dress was over my head and on the bed next to us. I dropped my hands and bit my lip. I hadn't realize how nippy it was in his room before.
His hands dropped back down to my waist again. He stared at me, well, actually he actually stared at my breast. I grabbed his wrist again and held them to my chest. It didn't make me any warmer, like it usually did, but it felt nice. His skin was different from most men.
"I have only seen breast in movies," he admitted. I moaned when thumb went over my nipple.
"Really?" I asked. "Because you could've definitely fooled me." I wasn't lying, he was actually really good at this.
I leaned down, his hands still on my breast, and started to kiss his neck. I knew that I couldn't give him a hickey, but damnit, I was going to try. I started to unbutton his shirt, making sure to keep my lips on his neck. Edward stopped holding onto my breast and started to trace circles on my back.
When I finished unbuttoning his shirt, I let my finger slide the zipper to his pants down. Edward let out a gasp and tightened his grip on my back. I bit down on his neck and started to unbutton his pants.
He dropped his head so his nose pressed my neck. He was breathing heavily through it. "Bella," he whispered. "Hold on."
I didn't listen to him. I let my hand press against his manhood through his boxers. I could feel it twitch. He moaned. I smiled.
"Bella, please hold on." His fingers dug into my back, which made me flinch in pain. I tried not to act like it bothered me, but he was beginning to hurt me. I whimpered in pain, but didn't stop holding him. He was nervous, that's why he was telling me to hold on.
I let go of him and grabbed his cheek. I pressed my lips to his before he could say anything. His fingers nails dug into my back. I could feel tears of blood crawl down my flesh. It hurt, but I continued to tell myself to keep going, that the pain would pass.
In a quick movement, Edward had pushed me off him and gotten off the bed. My back hit the mattress, which made me take a sharp intake of breath. It hurt to lie on it. I flipped over so I was on my stomach and my head was in a pillow. I bit on it to prevent myself from crying. It really hurt.
"I am so sorry," Edward said beside me, I could feel the bed move where he was kneeling. "I asked you to hold on, I did not know- I knew this would happen." He sounded like I had punched him in the face.
I shook my head. "No, I'm alright, I'm just," I couldn't think of a good lie. There was nothing that I could say that would heal this situation. "No, this happens all the time." I lied, poorly.
"You are bleeding," he said. "I made you bleed."
I looked at him. "I'm okay. We can go on."
Edward's face was hard. He didn't say anything. "I think that you should go. I will pay for tonight, but I do not think I will need your services." He got off the bed. "If you need me too, I can bandage the cuts before you leave."
I shook my head. "No, it'll be okay. Nothing that a hot shower and rubbing alcohol won't fix." I smiled at him. "And I don't have to leave. I don't mind finishing up the night."
Edward shook his head. "I really feel like it is time for you to go." He was digging his fingers into his pants. The sound of the fabric ripping was the only sound in the room.
"Okay," I whispered. I didn't know why it hurt my feelings so much. I pushed myself off the bed and grabbed my dress that was balled up next to me. I slipped it over my head and grabbed my shoes.
Edward was standing by the front door when I walked out of his room. He held out the money that he was supposed to pay at the end of the night. I ignored him and grabbed the door handle instead. "Thank you for the amazing dinner. I really like your apartment." I said when I opened the door.
"Please," Edward grabbed my hand. "Take the money." He wrapped my fingers around the money. I looked at it and that at him.
"I didn't do anything, though." I said.
"For spending time with me."
I crushed the bills and stuffed them into my dress. "Thank you," I said.
"There's money for a cab," he added. "I would take you home, but-" he shook his head.
"It's okay," I said. "Thank you. If you need another escort, you know who to call."
As soon he closed the door, I pressed my head against the wall and started to cry. Not because I was in pain, not because I just got kicked out for doing my job, but because I was terrified. I wasn't terrified of what happened, but because I didn't care that it happened. I wanted to go back inside and finish what I started, which never happened before. Ever.
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So here is the second chapter. And it's not how I expected it to come out, but I still like it. The more the story evolves, the easier it will be to make jokes. This chapter is a little longer than the first chapter; I'm hoping that the chapters will get longer as story goes on, too. Dude, I'm so nervous that I suck at this. So, if you like it, review. They are so cool, seriously. And I promise to update soon. Thank you so much, guys.
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