"Well, then I realized that I didn't even get your name." James Potter replied from where he was sitting on the couch, a cheeky grin on his lips.

Lily placed her hands on her hips, "I thought I told you I'm whoever you want me to be. My name doesn't really matter." Lily arched her eyebrow as she watched he squirmed in his seat.

"But what if I finally stopped thinking about that other girl for a few hours and all I could think about was you?" James asked, trying to regain his confidence.

"Then I would have to say that you made the same mistake every newbie to this business makes. I don't do this to find love, I do this for the money. You're not supposed to fall in love with a stripper." Lily responded. Tired of standing in front of him she took slow deliberate steps towards him, and sat on the arm of the couch in which James was seated, her bare legs draped over his lap. "So," she started running her fingers slide through his hair. Lily took more pleasure in this than she should have, but she had spent years watching James do this very thing as a nervous tick and she had always wanted to know if his hair was as soft as it looked, it was. "If you really insist on staying, we are going to have to find a different name for you to know me by, because I don't give out my real name to clients."

"How can you think of me as just a client?" Fake hurt covered James face. "Do all of your clients moan out the name of a girl he has been in love with for years?" He asked with big pouting eyes as he slowly moved one hand to wrap around her waist and the others began stroking her thigh.

"You'd be surprised love." She whispered in his ear. "But maybe that should be my name." She sat up straight and moved until she was straddling his legs. "Give me the name of a fantasy. Hell, what was her name again? I can be her if you want." Lily fully understood the irony of the situation. She was asking the man in front of her to call her by her own name and he wouldn't even know it. But, if he agreed, well maybe it really was just an attraction. Then she could stop thinking about him. Lily would be lying if she said that somewhere along the line, she hadn't fallen head-over-heels in love with James Potter, but she could never be with him. She couldn't be with someone so good and loyal and well . . . rich. He could never understand the choices she had to make and she doesn't think she can lie to someone about the lifestyle she has been living. So if in this next moment, if he just said yes, then she could forget about James Potter the man and just focus on the client. "I can be Lily." She offered him.

"I . . " James started before he seemed to take the weight of what she offered. "I can't. I can't try to replace her even if she hates me and I can't do that to you either, that's not really fair. So how about we think of a different name, ya?"

And just like that, he had said exactly the right words to send her world into a an attempt to calms down her heart beat, she decided to get back to her job at hand.

"You're talking like this is going to be a regular thing." She told him, changing the subject just enough. "I thought you just wanted me to write you."

"What could be better than seeing you in person?" He asked, slowly running the pads of his fingers across her thigh.

"I don't know love," she leaned close to his ear, "I can make you feel things you never thought possible by just reading a letter."

"Yeah? What would you say?" James asked.

"Well." Lily took the opportunity to switch positions, she placed on leg on either side of his, straddling his lap. "It depends on what you want. Do you want me to talk about everything I would do to you? Because if that was the case, I would start by describing just how slowly I would take off your shirt. Button by button, kissing each bit of exposed skin because Merlin knows you have got to be fit considering how tight this shirt fits you." She tugged at his button up just enough to show there was no give. "I just want to run my hands through your hair while you kiss my breast. Hot, open mouthed kisses and you better leave a mark otherwise you're not trying hard enough." She leaned forward so her cleavage was just under his lips, she could feel his hot breath quicken as she spoke and knew she was headed down the right path.

"I want the build up to take awhile because once I get you undressed, I won't be able to stop myself. You won't even have to do anything," She leaned close to his ear again, "I'll do all the work, riding you until you can't stop moaning her name." She bit his ear, tugging until he hissed both out of pain and delight. "Do you like that?" She teased, draping her arms over his shoulders. "Or maybe, you want me to describe all the things I want done to me? I prefer it rough, push me up against the wall, I want to wrap my legs around your waist, pulling you as close to my body as I possible can. The friction of our bodies pressed together, I can practically feel it now." She breathed in deep and exhaled all the built of sexual tension. "Guide me onto my knees and with your fingers in my hair guide me in how you best like your dick sucked off. Worship my breasts, I really hope you know how to use your tongue because if I go down on you, I expect you to reciprocate. I want you to fuck me again and again until I'm screaming your name so loud you have to kiss me so the neighbors don't call the police."

"You have a very vivid imagination," James breathed out in a raspy voice.

Lily reached her hand down, lightly brushing against the erection that was growing between their two bodies. "You seem to like it, let's see if we can finish you off?"

James just nodded with his eyes closed. "That's right," Lily told him, "Close your eyes, picture my every word. Maybe your letter should not include you at all. Maybe I need to write about a little girl on girl action? People really like requesting Alice and I together. She's hot if you haven't seen her. A fucking firm ass, I love being able to just squeeze it. And her breast? God I love running my tongue across those beautiful mounds. You thought my breasts were big?" For emphasis, she grabbed his hands and guided them into squeezing her own breasts. Or maybe, just maybe you want a letter describing just what I would do to myself. You know, every once in awhile a girl's got to takes her pleasure into her own hands." James' eyes, who had been closed, snapped open to look at her. Eyebrows raise in both questioning and arousal, she felt his dick get bigger (if that was even possible). "That got your attention." She giggled.

"Well, I like to set the mood, candles and music, plus a bottle of whine. Then I lay in my bed, completely naked. I start by just running my own hands up and down my body. Brushing quickly where its most sensitive," She grinded against his bulge to emphasis her point. "Then I focus on my breasts for a second, squeezing and twisting my nipples until its time. And then . . . well, I guess you just have to paying me to write you to find out." She leaned forward to give him a quick, hot kiss before standing up and making her way to the door. "Sorry, time's up." She called over her shoulder before exiting the room, leaving a very frustrated James stunned in his seat. Too stunned to realize he still hadn't gotten her name.

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