AN: Just so you all know I've changed Blair's status to an English Duchess. English because, as cool as I think Austria is, I feel that it would be better if Chuck and Blair could connect in their native tongues, and a duchess because duchesses are on a much lower profile than princesses so it would be easier for her to run away, and not get recognized. I hope the change doesn't cause you too much distress.

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Chapter 2

Adrenalin pumped vengefully through Blair's veins, and fogged up her mind, making it difficult for her to process her thoughts as she moved sinuously like a rapid burning flame across the stage. She stared out at the audience, but she could not see bodies or faces, only leering eyes, searing into her porcelain skin. Tonight she was on display, the main attraction at an indulgent cabaret, where debauchery was disguised as a virtue, and carnal pleasures filled the air.

It was an entirely new experience for her, as she was use to a world where propriety reigned supreme. Her decision to run away in the manner she did, was seemingly naïve, carelessly abandoning her luxurious home for the unkind streets of Paris, something she considered to be so romantic, until she found herself penniless, and with out a home. She was lucky to have found Serena when she did, for Serena, in all her kindness, took her in, and showed her the ropes of the city.

Serena was a worldly woman, and she adored the finer things in life, but unlike Blair was not born into great wealth, and had to make it herself the only way she knew how, selling herself to affluent men, who were more than happy to pay a high price for her curvaceous body.

Her services were highly profitable, and Blair became tempted by the easy money that could enable her to live the way she was used to, before her misguided adventure. So Blair found herself entering Serena's line of business.

Of course Serena had given her a number of tip's: turn off your mind, give into the mood, wear this shade of lipstick it suits you best, and always make sure you go after the man who is willing to pay the most, but it didn't make her any less nervous. Serena considered Blair to be lucky that Gérard, the master of ceremonies at Victrola, wanted her to be a solo act, because it would call more attention to her, and make her seem more desirable, but Blair felt that it could be too much attention, especially for her first night.

When the music ended, and the lights dipped low, Blair made a stealthy exit from the stage. Now the real work would begin.

"Once again, that was the lovely Miss Blair," Gérard called out over the crowds eager applause, and lascivious shouts.

Chuck was glued to his seat at the bar, hypnotized by the enchantress who had just graced the stage.

"You don't happen to know her?" he asked Dan, coming out from his dream like state.

"Nope, never seen her before, she must be new," Dan replied. "Why, are you looking to purchase her services?"

"Not exactly," Chuck stated with a tone of surprise. Chuck was a man of great experience, and he had to admit that he enjoyed indulging in the pleasures of paid women, in fact he could consider it one of his favorite pastimes, but never in a million years did he expect a lady of the night to look like that. Blair looked so angelic, and doe eyed, quite unlike the hardened, overly made up prostitutes he was used to, so it came as a shock that she did more than entertain with a dance.

Dan picked up on Chuck's astonishment. "What, you didn't think that she wasn't a…"

"Well, yeah," Chuck interrupted, already aware of the question "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, all the girls in the show are."

Chuck had mixed feelings about Dan's revelation. In some ways it was a disappointment, although he couldn't exactly pinpoint why, but in other ways it was exciting, knowing that he could easily have her for a night. It was then that he decided on his next activity.

With a quick thanks and a hefty tip, Chuck got up from the bar to find Blair. When he spotted her she was surrounded by suitors, all with the same idea he had.

"Twenty francs for the lovely lady," a man called out.

"I think I'm worth a little more than that," Blair replied coyly. She was playing a game, and like Serena had said to her earlier, "find the richest man, and take him for all he's worth."

"I believe my thirty francs should be sufficient," said someone else.

"Mmm… why don't you try again," Blair purred.

"How about fifty, that's more than the price of any of the other girls," another man shouted.

Blair smiled; fifty francs was quite a lot. "Fifty you say?"

"Should I pay you now or later?" he questioned, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

Just then Chuck pushed his way through the crowed. "Hello darling," he stated smoothly. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Chuck Bass."

"Why hello," Blair replied, noticing Chuck's fine apparel, and expensive pocket watch.

"Why don't you do me a favor?" he whispered into her ear.

"And what would that favor be?" she asked looking up into his eyes. Her deep brown orbs connecting with Chuck's sultry auburn stare.

"Find the man who is willing to pay you the most money."

"Yes."

"Let me know what he's offering."

"Alright."

"And I will gladly double it."

Blair was pleasantly shocked, feeling as though she had hit the jackpot. This is just the kind of man I need as my first client, she thought to herself.

"Well, that man over there is offering me fifty francs," she said as she slipped her hand into his, letting him know she was taking him up on his offer.

"Then how about one-hundred. One-hundred francs sound good to you."

"More than good," she replied with a seductive smile. "Why don't you meet me upstairs, room 1812, in twenty minutes. I need to freshen up."

Chuck was ecstatic as he watched Blair turn towards the other men and say, "Sorry boy's tonight's not your lucky night, I've already found my man, maybe next time," and with that she walked away, swaying her hips, and clacking her heels on the hardwood floor.

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When Blair got to room 1812, she slipped into something more comfortable, and kneeled down on the bead. Her back straight, and thighs spread, just like Serena had taught her. Across from the bed was a vanity, and when she looked in to the mirror she couldn't even recognize the girl staring back at her, with thick rouge plastered onto her lips, and her body covered in only a scandalous negligee. As much as she portrayed a confident vixen, it was merely a façade. In truth, she was quite the opposite; a terribly frightened virgin was hidden underneath the make up and the lingerie.

As she waited for Chuck's arrival she felt heart race, pounding severely, with every second flying by faster, until her nerves completely overwhelmed her, and a knock on the door made her jump.

"Come in," she called out. Her throat was dry, but she was determined to not let Chuck on to her anxiety. Never let them see you sweat, was another one of Serena's rules.

The electric gaslights were lit down low, and when Chuck walked through the door she studied his shadowy appearance; dark hair, mysterious eyes, a well defined bone structure, full lips, and a sinewy body. At least he's good looking, Blair thought as she tried to calm herself down.

"So, what will it be for tonight?" She asked in a sultry voice. If she wasn't so terrified she would have laughed at the ridiculousness of her question, and her uncharacteristic tone.

Chuck moved towards the edge of the bed to run his finger through Blair's hair. "I was thinking I could help you undress, and then we'll go from there," he purred as he slid a strap of her negligee off her shoulder, and kissed the nape of her neck, then worked his hand over to the other strap watching the lingerie fall to expose her pert breasts.

Blair instinctively attempted to cover her naked body with her hands, feeling a deep sense of vulnerability, as Chuck's lustfully looked her up and down. Chuck, thinking she was playing coy, grabbed her wrists, and playfully pulled her hands away, then engaged her in an ardent kiss.

It was something Chuck never did- kiss a woman he paid to have sex with him on the lips, but Blair's luscious pout was something he couldn't resist. As his lips pressed against hers, and his tongue gently prodded the tips of her mouth, teasing her tongue with a few light flicks, he began to sense her uneasiness, and as he wrapped his arm's around her waist he could feel her shaking, and not with anticipation.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, pulling away from her.

"Yes, every things is fine." She feigned a smile, but Chuck was not fooled by her blatant lie.

"Then why can't you look me in the eyes?" he questioned, noticing her downward stare.

"It's… it's… I'm… nothing it's alright." In that moment she contemplated telling him she was a virgin, she figured an experienced man like Chuck would realize it sooner or later anyway, but then she remembered Serena's words- Never let them see you sweat.

"You don't look alright. Are you…are you crying?" Chuck watched as a droplet of water dripped down Blair's cheek, then placed his index finger under her chin and lifted her head up to discover that her eyes were glossy, as she desperately tried to hold back tears.

He was confused as to why she would be crying, and thought maybe it had to do with something else going on in her life. "Look, I'm paying you quite a lot, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't cry on the job."

"I'm sorry," she sniffled. "It's just that… just that…" She was unable to finish her sentence as tears ruptured from her eyes.

"It's just what?" Chuck asked getting more tick off by the second. He was not paying for this.

"I'm a virgin," she let out with a deep breath, and with that she buried her face into her hands.

"A what?"

"A virgin. I've never done this before. I'm so sorry, please, please, don't get angry."

Chuck was taken aback. Was the girl who sensuously moved around on stage half naked, and flirted abrasively with the men at the club really a virgin?

"It's OK," he said, surprised by the warmness in his voice, and placed an arm around her back to comfort her.

Blair saw Chuck's kind gesture as an invitation to wrap her arms around his neck, and began to sob uncontrollably into his chest. Blair had never felt so terrible in her entire life, devastated by the direction her life had taken, horrified that she, a duchess of England, had been reduced to this.

Chuck was certain he had never seen anyone sob in his entire life, and wasn't quite sure how to react, but he began to gently massage her back, and waited patiently for her to calm down, knowing only one thing: This was not worth the hundred francs.

"Look, I'll give you your money, and you don't even have to have sex with me, please just stop crying."

Blair took a deep breath, and attempted to regain her composure by brushing back her tears. "I'm sorry," she repeated. "You're such a kind person, you don't have to pay me."

"A kind person?" Chuck scoffed. "You really don't know me at all, I'm just giving you the money because for whatever reason I've taken pity on you, now just take it, and don't speak anymore."

Chuck got up to leave, but Blair grabbed his hand. "Please don't go," she pleaded.

"Why not?" Chuck questioned, baffled by the silly girl sitting in front of him.

Blair wasn't even sure why she wanted him to stay, but she just felt that she needed someone to be with her at that moment.

"I…I just don't want to be left alone, please." Her eyes widened as she begged for his company. "It's dangerous for a girl to be alone here at night."

Chuck took a good look at Blair, a stunning beauty, even while crying. He knew what it was like to feel so lost and hopeless, so he decided maybe just this one time he could try to not be the selfish asshole everyone in New York thought he was, and do something nice for a change. "Tell you what, get dressed and come with me. You can spend the night at my apartment, and you won't have to worry about anything, just for tonight."

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