Author's Notes: Thanks for the reviews so far! To address one particular review from ramenbox, yes, Fang and Vanille are married to each other. Although someone should write a fic in which they're married to other people and they're having a torrid affair with each other, unbeknownest to their respective significant others. 8D This part is short too, but it's because of the damn LJ character limits. :| And I don't have enough to make another post, so what LJ dictates is enough, would be enough for .

Also, I don't know when I'm going to update. I'm currently planning and plotting my epic fic for NaNoWriMo (but not writing it out!) Gotta start early, am I right? I'm trying to beat that 50,000 word goal.

Disclaimer: blah blah blah, I want your bad romance...topped off with ice cream afterwards.

"Look...you. I'm late to something; I have to go, after I get my..." and she stopped with a knowing glare. Analyzing her further, in that apron covering her body, the redhead looked familiar as well. She couldn't put her finger on it, seeing as she didn't read tabloids nor had any interest in celebrity gossip. She then fetched her purse, located next to where the dress was.

"Oh! But can't you stay for breakfast at least?"

"No I have another job---"

"No worries! I'm sure that one over there would be willing to pay more for your...company," and with that she winked at her. Wait a minute...

"What day is it?"

"Sunday, why? Is it important?"

Sundays happened to be her day off. And Serah probably spent the night with that lug of a boyfriend, Snow. What she saw in that pizza delivery boy she would never know. Serah thought she worked at a gym across town, not knowing her sister lead a double life. Still, not so bad after all, if for some extra money.

"We're willing to pay a lot more for...extra."

The gears were shifting in her head, as she calculated the costs and how much would break even...and then some. Of course, she also included her pride and how much it would take for her to throw it into the trash.

"Name a price."

"The question is, how much do you want?"

"...10,000 Gil. Per hour."

"You better be a virgin then."

"Actually I can stay. For a little while."

"That's great! I'll start putting out the dishes then. Wake her up for me, please?" The woman then left, skipping away. Lightning couldn't believe how...childish she acted. Come to think of it, she couldn't remember how she even got here, besides piecing together the clues.

"Don't be shy. We'll be gentle..." she trailed off. She tensed as she nipped her ears, playing with her strand of hair, twirling the tresses around her finger. This was getting to be quite the experience...

"So Lady Lightning, huh? What's the meaning?" Fang asked. as she toyed with her breast while Vanille fingered her. Oh that felt really good, as she gasped out loud.

"Running off so soon?" a voice interrupted her thoughts. Her dark-haired client was finally awake...and eyeing her appreciatively to boot. She was absolutely scandalous, body splayed out on the bed, not even bothering to cover up. Taking a deep breath, Lightning only replied with, "After breakfast. We can talk about the payment later."

She wasn't sure, but for a moment there, it looked like her client was disappointed. Well tough. Her sister will be suspicious if she was out long enough. And in a little black dress, she will be relentless in her questioning. Best if she didn't give her the chance.

"That's fine with me," she said, and she got up to retrieve a pair of boxers in the drawer. Lightning looked away as she dressed, giving her client a modicum of privacy. Even if they did have sex last night, it was too awkward and foreign to her.

"What, had enough peeking last night?" Of course her client would notice the fact that she was trying not to stare. She only shrugged in response.

"Well then, let's eat."

Walking just a little behind her client, Claire was in thinking mode. They seemed like a nice married couple, and nothing shady was going on so far. The house had a cozy aura to it, more of a summer cottage than anything. Bodhum was known for its beaches, and the rich and famous constantly vacationed here. Perhaps it was what these two women were doing. After all, she hadn't seen them before, so she assumed they were first-timers.

Oh right, she needed to call the agency soon. Let Mama Lebreau know she was running late. "Mind if I called someone first?" She asked.

"No, go right ahead. Make it quick though, my wife hates late people." With that, she turned away and walked further to give the escort some privacy.

"Thank you." Taking her phone out, she called the number, made a quick explanation that she was on overtime and that the clients will pay extra for her company. And Lebreau always liked the sound of that; meant more commission for the agency.