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Escort Services: Chapter 4 - Country Club: The Ex-Factor
Emma's jaw dropped as they pleasantly strolled through the mansion. Massive chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, glowing as bright as the sun. There were many oil paintings situated along the beige walls, all of them were encompassed by an identical golden frame with exquisite carvings and indentations. Regina lifted a finger up to Emma's chin and closed her mouth that was currently on the floor. However, the escort paid no attention to her as she was too mesmerised by the beauty of the place, palace more like it.
Emma was snapped out of her momentary haze by the sound of chatter and the clinking of wine glasses. She looked in front of her and took in a deep breath as they entered a large open hall filled with elegantly dressed people. "Holy shit." She muttered under her breath. There were men all dressed in tuxedos with a bow tie. They were either wearing a white tux with a white shirt and a black bow tie or a black tux with a white shirt and a black bow tie. The same rules were applied for the women in the room. They were either wearing white or black attire. Emma was wearing white and Regina was wearing black.
"So, whose celebration is this?" Emma inquired while scanning her eyes around the room.
Regina cleared her throat, "Quinn DuPont, the Mayor of Lewiston." She spoke as a matter of fact while guiding Emma and herself through the large crowd. Emma's nose crinkled at the name.
"What are we in, the 60's?" She muttered distastefully. Regina shot her a knowing glare. "Sorry." She mumbled while politely squeezing in between people and ending up near a group of close knitted people. The four of them turned to face the pair.
"Ahhh, if it isn't the Storybrooke Mayor Regina Mills." The middle-aged man announced welcomingly with a warm smile.
"Mr. Von Richman, nice to see you again." Regina smiled politely.
"Mr. Woods, Mr. Goodwin and Miss DuPont. I hope you have all been well since our last meeting." She spoke with kindness.
Quinn grinned, "Why Regina we've all been very pleasant, however, we were all just discussing a moment ago your secret wedding to a gorgeous blond might I add." The blond woman smiled at Emma who couldn't contain the colour rising to her cheeks.
"Oh where are my manners, this is my wife Emma Swan-Mills." Regina stated soundly while she clung to Emma's arm.
The Mayors all grinned and shook Emma's hand while greeting her and welcoming her to the celebrations. Quinn remorsefully excluded herself from the lovely conversation to welcome her other guests. Mr. Woods and Mr. Von Richman were engrossed in a debate about who was about to win the upcoming Superbowl between the Baltimore Ravens and the San Francisco 49ers. Mr. Goodwin with a beaming grin brought Regina into a friendly hug, she gladly accepted the embrace. He was after all one of her closest friends she had ever had.
"Aaron, it's been so long." She sighed with a smile.
"Too long, if you ask me." He chuckled and then took a step back and eyed the two women up at down immediately agreeing with their choice of attire.
"You both look beautiful." He admitted warmly.
"Thank you." Emma responded shyly and Regina just gave him a knowing look.
"I must say though that I am disappointed I didn't receive an invite to the wedding." He stated sombrely while he shoved his hands in the side pockets of his slacks.
"Sorry about that. Regina has told me so much about you and how much you mean to her, but unfortunately with her being Mayor and all and my heavy work schedule we didn't have time to plan a full blown wedding." Emma gazed at the tall man with sad eyes; she seemed to really like him already. He seemed around about Regina's age if not slightly older with dark brown hair and olive skin. He had very broad shoulders and a strong athletic build. Boy would she have liked a slice of that.
He nodded understandingly, "Yeah, I know. The life of a Mayor is just hectic I tell you." He chuckled. Regina stole a quick glance at Emma and nodded appreciatively for her explanation. Emma nodded and diverted her eyes back on the handsome man.
"I second it. By the way, I haven't seen Miss Parker is she here?" Regina frowned curiously at the missing Mayor. Aaron scoffed and with a sly grin raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer to the pair.
"Word is she was screwing her female secretary and apparently the woman didn't give her consent on any occasion, so she is now pressing charges against her." He whispered discreetly. Regina rolled her eyes in exhaustion.
"Now why doesn't that surprise me? I still don't know how she became the Mayor of Portland..." Regina scoffed and shook her head in disgust. Aaron shrugged helplessly and let out a deep breath.
"I think the people of Portland will take a stand against her, I hear there is a worthy candidate whom is likely to take her position." He muttered soundly. Regina sighed in relief and brushed her fringe out of her eyes.
"At least the people of Portland aren't as dim-witted as the Mayor herself. Besides...I'd like to not have to see her face again." Regina admitted and Aaron nodded agreeably.
"On the contrary, I would miss her wild parties. It's the only thing that makes me feel young." He laughed and both Regina and Emma joined him and nodded understandingly.
"Yeah, I know the feeling." Emma giggled and Aaron looked at her in shock with a smile tugging at his lips.
"You, my dear still have years on you. Both of you do." He gleamed while waving a hand dismissively.
Quinn gently moved through the crowd over to where Emma, Regina and Aaron were deeply engrossed in a conversation. "Sorry, ladies and gentleman, we are going to make our way to the dining area to start the first of the meals." She smiled politely.
"Good, I'm starving." Aaron chuckled while placing a hand on his stomach. The women all laughed at his reaction to Quinn's announcement and proceeded to follow Quinn through the shifting group of people. Emma's eyes immediately dilated at the sight of a very familiar wave of bright blond hair and piercing green eyes. She halted her movements and caught Regina off guard.
She frowned, "Miss Swan, what is it?" She growled in a low tone.
Emma quickly glanced to Regina and swallowed, "My ex-girlfriend is here..." She whispered into Regina. Her jaw dropped in horror and her eyes darkened dangerously before following Emma's eye line to a giggling blond across the other side of the room.
Emma pressed herself into Regina's side as people walked past them and into the dining hall. Regina abruptly pulled her aside to the nearest wall and out of sight of the other blond. "What are we going to do?" Emma exclaimed quietly in urgency. Regina sighed frustratingly and ran a hand through her perfected brown locks.
"Don't come in contact with her, understand? And just treat her like anyone else here." Regina instructed sternly and Emma nodded. She saw a worried frown etch across the brunette's face and her grip tightened on her arm. Emma laid her free hand on Regina's in solace.
"Everything will be fine, don't worry." She offered soothingly. Regina looked at her briefly and nodded before arching an questionable eyebrow.
"What? No jokes, no making fun of me or our current predicament?" She asked sceptically. Emma removed her hand from Regina's and rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"I can actually be serious, you know? Besides...I don't like seeing my wife in distress, especially when I'm not the one who's responsible for it." She smirked and the Mayor rolled her eyes with a small smile before gently tugging the blond to follow her into the dining hall.
"I should've known months before our break up, that it wasn't going to work out between me and my ex-girlfriend. After all, I'm a Pisces and she's a bitch." Emma grumbled at the horrid memories of her and Karla. Regina could only snort at the statement, however, couldn't deny the wonderful sensation that coursed through her veins at the revelation which suggested that Emma wasn't very fond of her ex anymore. In her head she immediately scolded herself for it before leading Emma to the secluded rectangle table near the large bay windows of the dining hall.
Emma and Regina took their allocated seats which were positioned in the middle along a side of the marble table. Emma gazed at the card that read Emma Swan-Mills in cursive form, "Yeah right." She snorted silently at the name before tossing it off her plate. She snapped her head up at the sound of someone hitting a spoon against a glass. Everyone in the hall quietened down and Quinn stood up at the end of the table. With a beaming grin on her face she clasped her hands in front of her and looked on happily to the large crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending this evening and welcome to the first of many mayoral celebrations." She spoke gracefully while everyone politely clapped their hands. Emma had different ideas as she was checking out her surroundings and her nose crinkled at the number of waiters present. She felt a sharp pain on the right side of her thigh and turned to face an unimpressed Regina.
"What the fudgecicle?" She exclaimed quietly, making sure no one else around them heard.
who nodded at her to look at Quinn while she continued with her speech. Emma cursed into her hand before raising her head to face Quinn.
"...and so ladies and gentlemen please enjoy your meals and have a wonderful time." The blond finished delightfully before retaking her seat. The hall immediately filled with applauses before the waiters began pouring the expensive Malbec. Emma shifted uncomfortably as her own waiter poured her a glass. She looked up at him with a faux smile. He nodded happily and moved back. Emma sighed silently and quickly darted her eyes across the numerous forks, spoons and knifes set out next to her plate. She groaned, this was going to be a very very long night.
...
Regina was pleasantly surprised by how the evening was turning out. She and Quinn had indulged in many conversations many of them, however, was evolved around the Miss Parker, the notorious Mayor of Portland. Quinn and Regina may have run their towns very differently and at times despised one another but on this topic they both agreed that they disliked the party animal, the so called Mayor. Regina was also very impressed with her 'wife'. Emma had kept quiet and only spoke when spoken to and this pleased Regina as she actually thought that this might end well...but unfortunately she spoke too soon.
Emma was overwhelmed by the numerous golden utensils that she accidently knocked one off and it dived under the table. Fortunately for her Regina was deeply engrossed in a conversation with Quinn. Emma now feeling like James Bond subtly glanced around the table and noticed that everyone was laughing, gossiping or on a one way ticket to a hangover. She then pulled her chair back slightly and proceeded to quickly manoeuvre under the table in search of her lost fork.
"There you are, you little bugger." Emma hummed quietly with a content smile appearing across her face. She crawled back to her seat but abruptly halted at the sight of the Regina's toned olive legs. "Holy macaroni..." She mumbled at loss for words. She heard Regina laugh along with Quinn and then unexpectedly unfolded her legs. Emma's eyes widened at the sight of Regina's dark purple panties, "Am I in heaven?" She muttered before ultimately stabbing herself in the arm with the fork. Emma winced slightly feeling the pain, "Nope, I guess not." She mumbled.
An impish grin graced Emma's face at a very inappropriate idea. "I think I deserve a bit of...fun." Emma slowly crawled over to Regina's legs and eagerly lightly scraped her fingernails up the brunette's calf.
Regina jerked at the unexpected feeling and immediately noticed that Emma was no longer beside her and that there was a missing fork. Her face contorted into a mixture of animosity and extreme annoyance but that instantaneously vanished the moment Quinn asked her if she was ok. "Yes, dear. I'm fine, it was just a chill." She faux smiled and flicked her heel to get the blond away but to no avail as Emma openly ran her palms along the length the Regina's legs.
The Mayor struggled to contain herself while Quinn kept yapping along. She felt goose bumps arise at her skin and a tingling sensation at her core as Emma's hands ran higher. She immediately dropped her cutlery and used her own hands to discreetly push the blonds' hands away from her in frustration. She heard Emma laugh quietly under the table. I am going to slit her throat. Regina thought but suppressed a gasp as Emma's lips came in contact with the inside of her thigh, just near her knee cap. Regina pushed Emma away and closed her legs tightly.
Emma, deciding that she had indulged in enough fun...for now arose from under the table with her fork. Regina cautiously glared at her and watched as Emma got comfortable in her seat with a satisfied smirk brimming her lips. Regina leaned into Emma's ear, "What the hell are you playing at?" She growled before pulling away to attend to Russell who had called her from across the table. Emma watched as she interacted with Russell before he was pulled into another conversation with Spencer.
Emma leaned into Regina's ear, "Purple panties huh? Where'd you get them from?...Cotton on, Zara, Oscar de la Renta or Victoria's Secret?" She whispered huskily. Regina looked down in an attempt to hide the colour rising to her cheeks while Emma moved back pleased with herself.
"You have no idea how tempted I am to report you for assault." She whispered angrily.
Emma grinned, "What...and get me hand cuffed and arrested?" She quirked an eyebrow. Regina gave her a menacingly look before shuffling the veggie's around on her plate.
"That was the plan." She mumbled acrimoniously with her eyes fixated on the meat on her plate.
"Wow, you have a thing for hand cuffs...kinky." Emma chuckled and felt another sharp pain on the right side of her leg.
Emma frowned at the punishment and instead reciprocated it to the Mayor. Regina halted her movements and bit her lip as the pain jolted through her leg at Emma's punch. She scowled at her before hitting her again. Emma exerted a small grunt as she hit Regina back. The Mayor hit Emma. Emma hit Regina. Regina hit Emma. Emma hit Regina. "Stop being such a child!" Regina whispered curtly.
"Me?!" Emma frowned angrily at the Mayor's accusation. "You're just as much of a child in this as I am." Regina rolled her eyes in irritation before settling her eyes back on her meal. "We so need to attend some marriage counselling session." She whispered sarcastically and heard Regina scoff at her admission.
"And you need to go back to pre-school and learn how to grow up." Regina shot back.
"Yeah well, you never really grow up, you only learn how to act in public." Emma retorted quickly glancing at the smirking brunette.
"Well then I shall enrol you in a class on how to act in public for dummies." Regina smiled sardonically as she caught Emma's eye line.
Emma's teeth grinded together, she aggressively sliced her piece of ham, "You know what? you Politicians and diapers have one thing in common, you both needed to be changed regularly and for the same reason- you're both full of shit!" Emma gave a low growl and from the corner of her eye saw Regina's jaw drop slightly. Regina was about to reprimand the blond when Spencer Von Richman spoke up.
"Emma, what do you do for a living?" He smiled while the other conversations around the table died down. Everyone's attention was now fixated on the blond.
Emma was slightly taken aback by the unexpected question as she and Regina had never discussed their 'background'. She quickly glanced at the brunette who had evidently tensed and she seemed to have no idea what to do. Emma, however, had been a fairly good girl all day and now had opted for some more fun. She instantly felt her usual temerity race through her body and a beaming smile enveloped her face.
"Well, I work as an escort from Monday to Friday and work at a bar on Sunday's." She stated soundly. It wasn't long before throaty chuckles erupted around the table. Regina, in shock almost spat out her wine. She grabbed a napkin and dabbed her mouth. Emma caught the Mayor's eye line and she received a menacingly glare.
"Regina..." Spencer started breathlessly still recovering from his laughing fit. "Your wife is definitely a keeper. I love her sense of humour" He chuckled along with everyone else. Regina attempted a smile and seemed slightly relieved that the other Mayor's didn't believe her wife was an escort.
Emma frowned curiously, "I forgot to ask you all, did Regina tell you about our amazing honeymoon?" She teased with a wide grin brimming her face. The Mayor's all looked expectantly at Regina and then back at Emma.
"No, she didn't tell us anything...how was it?" Quinn asked very intrigued with a polite smile. Emma surprisingly managed to stifle an explicative at Regina's foot colliding with her shin. She reached out onto the table and set her hand on the brunette's while lacing their fingers together.
"Italy is so beautiful..." Emma feigned happiness and placed her free hand over her chest for extra affect. She swore she heard the brunette growl next to her but immediately shook it off. Mr. Woods's eyes brightened at the mention of the country.
"It is, isn't it? Did you stay in Rome?" He asked kindly while shifting his glasses.
Emma nodded, "Yeah we did. It was just wonderful wasn't it, honey?" She looked at Regina who forced a smile.
"Yes, it was." She managed through gritted teeth.
"We did a marathon..." She began with a sly grin.
Aaron's eyebrows furrowed, "What do you mean?"
All Emma had to do was raise an eyebrow and everyone knew exactly what kind of marathon it was. It was the up all night kind. The Mayors expressions had turned into smut looking grins as they all eyed the Mayor of Storybrooke who was currently failing to suppress the colour rising to her cheeks. She squeezed Emma's hand in aggravation.
"Wow, I would never have thought that Regina here would be so...active..." Quinn grinned cheekily while the other Mayors couldn't help but chuckle along. Regina remained silent and managed to give out a weak yet absolutely fake smile.
Emma nodded furiously, "You have no idea, I had to tell her to be quiet on the plane." She chuckled along with everyone else. Regina cleared her throat finally fed up with this mortifying topic of discussion.
"Emma dear, I'm sure they do not want to hear about our private life." She faced the blond warningly.
Spencer immediately interrupted, "No, it's ok. This is very entertaining..." He waved a hand dismissively with a warm smile.
Emma squealed, "I also need to let tell you that although Regina seems very tough and rigid and cold and- you get the picture but she is actually a big softy. She told me I was the love of her life." Emma patted her heart for extra effect and heard soft 'Aawwws' coming from the women on the table and warm smiles from the men.
"Regina, I never knew you were so sweet." Aaron admitted kindly while Regina attempted another smile.
"Well...neither did I...literally." She stated innocently while she mumbled the end to herself. Emma decided to play with the brunette and caught Regina absolutely off guard when her lips pressed against her cheek. Regina's breath hitched at the unexpected display of affection, she immediatedly faced the blond who only smiled at her. She tried her best to reciprocate it.
"You both are so adorable together. You're a perfect match." Russell Woods wiped his glasses and stared lovingly at the pair. Emma tilted her head in awe.
"Thank you, Mr. Woods. That means a lot to us." The escort glanced from the black-haired man to Regina who was now discreetly shooting her daggers. He nodded with a gentle smile.
...
The atmosphere encompassing the table was warm and comfortable...well it seemed that way to everyone but Regina who looked as though she was about to enact another curse. They had just begun desert when Emma politely excused herself from the table to go to the little ladies room. Truth was she found herself suffocating under all the Mayors presences especially Regina's, it was all becoming too much. Emma with a heavy sigh pushed the bathroom door open and immediately groaned at the sight. "Fuck." She mumbled while her eyes locked on with the familiar green orbs.
Karla smiled, "Emma, I was surprised to see you here."
Emma reluctantly walked further into the lavished bathroom, "Yeah, same here. What are you doing here?" She frowned slightly.
"My dad's a long time friend of Quinn's." She replied soundly. Her current pleasant demeanour made Emma sick; she knew it was all just a facade. After all, it always was when they were together. Emma nodded respectively.
"Well I hear someone got hitched. To whom may I ask?" She smirked nearly in disbelief as her eyes roamed to Emma's wedding finger.
Emma stood her ground and cleared her throat. "Regina Mills, the Mayor of Storybrooke." She responded happily and watched as the fury enraged in the green orbs. Karla forced a smile and snorted slightly.
"Wow you dating a Politician? Never would have guessed, let alone get married to one...they can be very deceitful." She muttered with a raised eyebrow.
Emma gave a mirthless laugh, "Yeah and you would know a lot about being deceitful wouldn't you...and cheating may I add? You're an expert after all." She snarled. Karla's demeanour instantly changed and a sly grin graced the escort's lips. There's her ex she knew all too well.
"I said I was sorry." She spat bitterly while advancing towards her. Emma huffed with a roll of her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest as Karla invaded her personal space. "Besides, you can't really love Regina...you become very restless in a relationship let alone a marriage." She uttered salaciously while her fingers trailed over Emma's arm and she pressed herself into her. Emma scowled at the woman's lecherous tendencies and was about to reprimand her when the door suddenly opened and a figure emerged through the door. Emma's breath hitched in her throat at the sight.
"Regina..."
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