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Here's the next chapter...Regina and Emma meet for the first time but is it on good terms...I think not...
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Escort Services: Chapter 1 – First Impression
Regina stared with sad eyes as her son ran to Mary Margaret at the front of the school. She slung a loose arm over his shoulder and proceeded to usher him inside along with the other children, a beaming grin evident across his face. Regina sighed heavily and unconsciously wiped down her black business dress. She glanced one last look of the school before pivoting on her stiletto on her way to Granny's where she had parked her car.
Ever since Mary Margaret had given Henry the book full of fairy tales he had become very distant towards her. The primary reason was because he thought she was the Evil Queen and of course she denied it. She couldn't help but think that Snow White had once again ruined her happiness. There were times when Regina just wanted to poison her and kill her; however, unfortunately Henry's arrival 10 years ago slowly eased her out of her evil antics. There's proof that love is weakness.
Regina spotted Sheriff Graham near her Mercedes along with his patrol car parked behind her. With a deep irritated sigh she walked over towards him. She frowned suddenly as a group of pre-teens ran past her; some of them even brushed against her sides and threw an apology over their shoulder. All of them had a baseball glove on. Then that's when she noticed it, the small ball dove from the air and smashed her windscreen. The children winced back slightly from the Mercedes before quickly taking off as they glanced a look towards the infuriated Mayor.
Graham scanned the car quite alarmed by the sudden incident and then noticed an unfamiliar blond woman dressed in a tight-fitting black dress quickly rush over to them. Regina's mouth remained agape; however, her eyes were fuelled with fury. She did not need this at the moment. A flick of blond hair in front of her snapped her out of her haze.
"Is this your car?" The woman asked breathlessly. Regina pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. Her austere posture represented every bit and ounce of authority.
"Yes. Did you do this?" The Mayor snarled, her jaw clenched while she watched a horror expression wash over the blonds' face. She scratched the back of her neck nervously under the woman's cold hard stare, her eyes piercing through her emerald orbs.
"Look, I'm sorry. It was an accident. The kids just wanted me to throw them the ball. I'll pay to get it repaired." She pointed to the Mercedes and confessed regretfully while Regina's stance remained intact, especially at the knowing of the woman's juvenile behavior She also felt very threatened by this woman as she had never laid eyes on her before. If she was new in town this would be a massive issue. However, besides all of that she wanted the woman to pay.
"Dear, I don't know who you are or what you're doing in Storybrooke but what you did is called damage to property. My property, so you will be escorted to the police station by Sheriff Graham here." Regina stated with a cold smile looming around the corners of her lips. She witnessed another horrified look from the woman who seemed quite speechless.
"Graham, hand cuff her please." She catechized sternly. He was about to protest but was silenced by her warning glare. The blonds' jaw had dropped as the metal cuffs were being fastened around her wrist.
"It was an accident for god sakes!" She exclaimed urgently while rattling her hands cuffs. She diverted her gaze back towards the furious brunette who only glared at her.
"Take her away, Sheriff. I'll meet you there soon." She requested sharply while strutting past the blond who only grunted.
"Bitch." She muttered under her breath while once again rattling her cuffs as the Sheriff who had remained silent the entire time guided her into the back of the patrol car. Her eyebrows furrowed as the circumstances before resting her eyes on her silver lined bracelet that had, 'Emma Swan' engraved on it, her name. She let out a frustrated grunt as the Sheriff started the engine and began to take her to the station.
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Emma paced around the small confined area before gripping the jail bars and gazing over towards the Sheriff. "Come on, it was an accident! It's not like I committed a felony!" She asserted with a pleading look. Graham let out a deep sigh before pushing himself off the desk and walking over to Emma.
"Look...I know it was an accident but you still damaged someone else's property. My hands are tied" He admitted remorsefully in his thick Irish accent, throwing his hands up to emphasise his point. Emma hit her head repeatedly against the bar before rubbing her forehead from the pain. Graham chuckled while flipping to a new sheet on his clipboard. He leaned back against the desk closest to the cell.
"Ok, what is your full name?" He asked kindly. She shot him a glare before sighing in defeat.
"N" Emma started and watched as he wrote it down with a slightly perplexed expression on his face. "U...n..." She paused and waited for him to write the letters down. He nodded, "I...y and a." She finished. A deep frown etched across his forehead.
"Nuniya?" He questioned while glancing up at Emma unsure.
She grinned sarcastically, "Nuniya dam business." She responded and Graham gave her a solemn look. She faced her back towards him and proceeded to sit on the edge of the bed. The blond watched as he walked out of the room and down the hallway. She instantly reached into her bra and pulled out her phone. "Come on." She muttered to herself while pressing the phone against her ear.
"Your please is our passion. How may I help you?" She heard the knowing voice from the other line.
"You can bail me out of jail!" Emma whispered loudly into the iPhone. She heard a laugh down the other end.
"Meagan this is not funny!" She growled while glancing up to check her surroundings, making sure no one had come into the empty station.
"Honey, don't you have a Get Out of Jail card?" Meagan failed to suppress a chuckle.
Emma rolled her eyes annoyingly and rubbed her forehead furiously with her free hand. "Mom, this isn't monopoly! I am in a real jail in Storybrooke." She whined while stomping her feet.
"I'm sorry, sweetie. Ok, what exactly did you do to get in there in the first place?" She inquired seriously. Emma gulped.
"Well, I accidentally threw a baseball and it smashed some evil woman's windscreen." She squeaked. She could just see Meagan shaking her head at her childish behavior.
"No wonder why you're in jail. But don't worry they'll let you out soon." She replied hopefully, feeling somewhat responsible for her foster daughter's predicament.
The sound of heels clicking rhythmically throughout the station caused Emma's eyes to dilate, "Look Mom, I gotta go. Talk to you soon." She hung up quickly and placed the phone back down her bra in its rightful position. She shifted her bra in an attempt to get the phone in the right area. She stood up, walked over to the front of the cell and bent down while sliding her arms through the bars, leaning on the horizontal bar that stretched across her cell.
"Oh, tits." She groaned at the sight of the storming brunette who was aiming straight for her. The acrimony coursing through her veins was quite blatant and Emma rolled her eyes before pushing herself up, "She's back for Round 2." She muttered to herself before the woman's face was merely inches away from her own on the other side of cell.
"What is your name?" The Mayor asked through gritted teeth, her patience was wearing thin. Emma succeeded in suppressing a smirk at the out raged woman. She spotted the Sheriff walk in the station and cruise into his private office. Emma cleared her throat before answering the woman's question with one of her own.
"What's your bra size?" She smirked. One of the pros of her job was that she had gained an excessive amount of confidence to mess with people and make them embarrassed, shy and sometimes confused. She found it undeniably hilarious and it gave her some sense of authority and control over the situation.
Regina's eyes widened instantly in shock, "I beg your pardon?" She snarled with a light shade of pink rising to her cheeks. Emma chuckled at the woman's evident embarrassment. Regina couldn't believe that the woman she had never come across before in Storybrooke had the audacity to even ask such a question yet get a plausible answer.
"You answer my question and I'll answer yours." She winked she scanned her eyes over the brunette's petite yet solid build while momentarily lingering her emerald orbs on her exposed cleavage through her white blouse. The Mayor felt overwhelmed by the woman and took a unnoticeable step back. Emma smirked and leaned back from the bars herself. Regina recomposed herself and once again took her original position and shot the blond a deathly glare.
"Fine. A perfect handful." She gave a satirical smile, her eyes flashing dangerously. Emma quirked an eyebrow at the brunette's sudden display of temerity.
"And here I thought I was the only dirty one..." A salacious expression graced her features. Regina felt an unexpected yet welcoming shiver run along the entire length of her spine. She pressed her lips together tightly and folded her arms over her chest.
"What is your name?" She enunciated each word slowly to attain the blonds' attention. She watched her contemplate for a few moments before resting her emerald eyes back on her brown orbs.
"What makes you even think that you have any authority over me?" Emma questioned intently with a slight tilt of her head. She stared into the brown eyes before her and noticed them rapidly dilate at the surprising question.
Regina's lips parted, "I have the authority because I am the Mayor of Storybrooke, this is my town and you're in it." She spat bitterly with a mischievous grin plastered across her face.
Emma stumbled back and almost fainted at the Mayor's confession. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. She pointed at the brunette but suddenly found herself speechless. Regina rolled her eyes impatiently, "Dear, I don't have all day. Spit it out." She ordered with a hand resting on her hip.
Emma found her voice, "Please tell me you are kidding?!" She exclaimed urgently and almost pleadingly. Regina's face crinkled and a deep frown etched across her forehead.
"Do I look like someone who jokes around?" She asked incredulously. Emma swore before throwing her hands up in the air and pivoting on her heel with her back faced towards the Mayor.
"What is it now?" Regina groaned at the hyper blond. Emma spun around instantly to face the Mayor with fury in her eyes. She reached into the unnoticeable pocket on the side of her dress and pulled out her card. She strutted over to the front of the cell and held up her business card.
"My name is Emma Swan and I am your escort, Miss Regina Mills." She stated sardonically with a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched the Mayor shudder with horror. She snatched the card from Emma and examined the information on the card. It had all the dates, times and locations of the celebrations across Maine. Emma had wondered over to the bed and sunk her head in her hands.
"Tell me this is a dream." Emma mumbled into her hands.
Regina scoffed, "It's not a dream, it's a nightmare." She concluded. Emma glanced up to meet Regina's stern gaze. The pair were both at loss for words. Emma leaned back against the wall and pulled her phone out from her bra. Regina looked on curiously as she hurriedly tapped the phone.
"What are you doing?" The Mayor questioned curiously with a perplexed expression.
Emma halted her movements and looked up at Regina. She sighed defeated, "Two things. First I am going to text my Mom and tell her that the person who sent me to jail is my new client and secondly I bet that in prison everyone's Facebook relationship status is set to 'it's complicated' so why should I be an exception." She stated as a matter of fact with a hint of irritation, albeit a small smirk appeared upon her face.
Regina groaned at Emma's antics, "I requested an escort, not a prostitute."
"Moi? I am not a prostitute!" She exclaimed with a disgusted expression.
Regina raised an eyebrow, "You know lying to yourself is not a positive thing." She mocked.
Emma shook her head in disbelief and squinted at the Mayor, "Are you trying to get me worked up?"
"Is it working?" The brunette replied with a cold stare.
"Yes!" Emma yelled frustratingly.
"Good."
"Good."
"Fine."
"Fine."
Emma ended the argument with the last say and returned to her phone. After a few moments Regina reluctantly spoke up.
"So you are my 9 o'clock appointment?"
Emma didn't look up from her phone, "No shit, Sherlock." She retorted.
"And I would have been on time but I was and am still in jail, but I guess it's my fault because I forgot my Get Out of Jail card." Emma mocked while waving her phone around. Regina only kept glaring at her; she couldn't take this child in front of her. Emma let out an abrupt squeal.
"Graham just accepted my friend request." She moved off the wall and waved to him in his office. He laughed and reciprocated the friendly gesture. Regina scoffed and then proceeded to reach for the set of keys on the desk next to the clipboard. Emma heard the jingling of keys and snapped her neck up, she darted her eyes to Regina who was presently fitting a key into the lock.
Emma moved off the bed and out of the cell. Regina stood only a few feet away from her and scanned her up and down. Emma unconsciously emulated her actions. Their eyes met, Regina brushed her fringe out of her face, her face was impassive. Oddly so was Emma's. They were engulfed in a deathly silence. The Mayor raised her chin and cleared her throat.
"I believe we haven't been properly introduced to one another." She stated her voice void of emotion.
Emma nodded agreeably, "I don't believe we have."
Both women hesitantly took a few steps towards each other. Emma was the first to speak up. "Emma, Emma Swan." She leant out her hand. Regina's eyes flicked from the emerald pair before her to the hand in front of her.
"Regina Mills." She slid her hand into Emma's and immediately felt electrifying jolts course through her body. Little did she know that the Emma experienced the same sensations. Their hands lingered in each other's for longer than expected before they both quickly tore their hands away from the hold.
Graham who had been glued to his computer the entire time came out of his office and instantly smiled at Emma. "I can give you a ride to your car, if you want?" He offered kindly. Emma grinned thankfully.
"Yeah, that'd be great. Uumm..." She looked to Regina suggestively in regards to her requiring her services. She caught on quickly.
"Well, you know where I live. I'll meet you there." She nodded at Emma and then proceeded to exit the station on her way to the Mayoral mansion.
Graham grabbed his car keys, "Come on." He smiled while making his way out. Emma smiled and followed in suit.
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Emma mumbled a quick thanks as Regina placed the glass of water in front of her and took a seat across from her on the other side of the coffee table. Emma stared into the menacing brown orbs in front of her and sighed frustratingly, "Are you done death glaring me?" She inquired, suddenly very annoyed with the Mayor's behavior Politicians were all the bloody same, she thought with a discreet shake of the head.
Regina straightened herself up and cleared her throat, "Yes...for now." She spoke sternly. The Mayor took another sip of her apple cider and watched as the blond rummaged through her handbag. Emma made an affirmative sound as she found her own personal services card with her contact details present. She slid it across the table to Regina who arched an eyebrow at her ominous ways. She shrugged it off and picked the card up and began to analyse it. Regina sighed and looked back up to the other woman who was blatantly eyeing her.
"Are you done staring at me?" She snarled, unimpressed with this woman.
Emma grinned mockingly, "Yes...for now." She mimicked sardonically earning herself a harsh glare from the Mayor. She clapped her hands together ignoring the brunette's cold yet infuriated stare.
"Anyway I believe you need to become familiar with my rules..." Emma trailed while crossing her legs and resting her now clasped hands in her lap.
"And what might they be?" Regina fired back sharply.
"Rule 1. No sex, I am an escort not a hooker."
"Could have fooled me, oh no wait, you did."
"Rule 2. No asking personal questions because...it's personal."
"Likewise for yourself."
"Rule 3. Minimal touching in public- hand holding costs extra."
"That's my favourite rule so far."
"Rule 4. No weddings or funerals, they're depressing."
"There's something we have in common."
"Rule 5. No insults in regards to my job."
"So I can insult you, just now about your job?"
Emma glared at her warningly but proceeded on to her last rule.
"And my last and final rule, if you ever leave me alone with a pervy old man I will walk right off the job."
"That's very tempting."
"Am I clear?"
"Crystal."
Regina raised her chin slightly unable to deny the virulent sensations coursing through her body at Emma's audacity to speak to her as though she were the boss of her. She pressed her lips together and fought an abhorrent remark due to her own lady ways. Emma stared back into her brown orbs and couldn't help but shudder at what the Mayor had in stall for her. Albeit her demeanor was as cold as the Antarctic, the escort mindlessly roamed her eyes over the Mayor's austere posture and thought that she seemed to be rather pretty despite the dark make-up. She began to feel slightly uncomfortable by her intimidating glare and so decided to speak up.
"So, why am I here? Madame Mayor." She inquired distastefully with a slight huff.
Regina momentarily leaned forward and rested her glass down on the coffee table before moving into an upright position.
"I require you to be my lawfully wedded wife for the next six weeks." She stated as a matter of fact.
Emma's eyebrows furrowed, "Why?" She asked casually.
Regina arched an eyebrow, "I thought you said no personal questions?"
The escort rolled her eyes in irritation before waving a hand dismissively. "Fine. What will I be doing then? Double dating? Family dinners? Walking around with you just for show? Making someone else jealous? Assisting you in a scam to rob your nemesis of all their wealth?...I've done them all..." Emma trailed casually with a simple shrug.
Regina furiously shook her head taken aback by the admission. "No, not that at all." She responded, a mildly disgusted expression appeared upon her face.
"You will be accompanying me to six celebrations around Maine, one every week, hence the six week period I require your assistance." She spoke relatively soundly.
Emma nodded understandingly, "Any specific conditions? You know dress code, manners, flirting..."
The Mayor nodded curtly, "For a few of the celebrations I will be selecting your attire for the evening. Your manners should be very appropriate because these Politicians do not abide by disgraceful mannerisms no matter who it is." She spoke sternly with a harsh glare.
Emma remained silent as the Mayor seemed as though she was about to continue.
"...as for flirting, there is to be of no such thing. Not with me and especially not with anyone else. You are not to speak out of turn and...Because of this 'arrangement' do not under any circumstances draw attention to yourself. Do you understand?" Regina stated in a dangerous tone. A shiver crept up Emma's spine at the woman's icy tone; however, it didn't affect her temerity.
"No flirting? not even with you, my 'wife'?...Well thank god this isn't a real marriage otherwise I would have to call the suicide hotline..." She huffed thankfully earning herself a deathly glare from the Mayor.
"Miss Swan, Do. You. Understand?" She repeated through gritted teeth, her eyes never leaving Emma's.
"I completely understand, honey." Emma mocked with a salacious smirk. The Mayor blinked rapidly, caught off-guard by the escort's unexpected predatory expression. She cleared her throat in an attempt to subtly recompose herself but Emma's smirk only widened in size at the Mayor's discomfort and the ability to get under her skin.
"Miss Swan, Have you ever considered being a prostitute? I've noticed it would compliment your lecherous demeanor " Regina sneered contemptuously, her tone lowered menacingly.
Emma forced out a mirthless laugh, "Oh, wouldn't you love that? Then you could take full advantage of me...for a price of course..." She trailed suggestively with her fingers slowly rising up her thigh.
"Get over yourself." The brunette scolded almost instantaneously, evoking a low chuckle from the escort's parted lips. A deep frown etched across the Mayor's forehead while her eyes darkened dangerously. She had just about enough of the woman already with her inappropriate sexual antics. Her ego was the size of the planet and she unconsciously seemed to believe that the universe revolved around her.
"I work in the adult industry, I don't need to. In fact it promotes business." She winked at the infuriated woman before her. Regina's posture became even more rigid and stiff, the egocentric blond was working on her nerves and she refused to tolerate any more of this nonsense.
"That is enough." She growled with her eyes piercing into the glimmering emerald ones before her.
Emma sighed heavily knowing that she had indeed gone overboard. "I'm sorry, dear. Do continue..." She reluctantly apologized only at the mere fact that she was getting paid a lot from this woman and didn't want to screw it up.
Regina straightened herself up, "Come back here this afternoon after I have finished work, I need to prepare you for the first celebration tomorrow." She nodded curtly.
Emma frowned slightly, "Won't your son be home?"
Regina's eyes darkened instantly, "No, he is at a sleep over for the next couple of nights. And do not go near him." She catechized warningly.
Emma immediately rose her hands up in defense "Woah, calm down, pussycat. I had absolutely no intention of meeting him let alone going out to find him." She frowned incredulously.
"Good and it shall stay like that." She retorted almost instantaneously.
"As you wish." Emma waved a hand dismissively before happily rising from the sofa signalling her departure. Regina emulated her actions before following the escort to the front door.
Regina held the door open, "Be here at 5 o'clock sharp, I don't stand for tardiness." She requested.
Emma spun around to face the brunette with an annoyed expression upon her face. She immediately broke out in a faux smile and raised her two fingers up to her forehead. "Yes, mam." She saluted sarcastically before rapidly pivoting on her heel and trudging down the few steps. Luckily for her she didn't see the Mayor shooting her daggers.
Regina closed the door and sighed tiredly. "This is a disaster." She groaned while gently massaging her forehead. Emma was driving her to insanity at a rapid rate. She was no longer sure how the celebrations were going to go now that her 'wife' was very testy and quite obnoxious. If she were truly honest with herself she was actually quite nervous about the whole thing. She could only pray that Emma would pull through.
So, what did you think of their first meeting? Reviews are always welcomed lovely people :)