A/N: Sorry it took so long guys! The French teacher is killing us, and I had ten million exams and essays to do! Thank you for all the reviewers. This chapter is for you:D

Disclaimer: I don´t own Twilight, Pretty Woman, or the lyrics. boohoo:´(

WARNING! This chapter has mature content- language, love scenes ah, fuck if you are reading about prostitutes you are probably old enough to read this without complaining about it.

Alice Point of View

She swung on the barstool. Tyler leaned in "Don´t worry baby, you´ll get some tonight." She glared at him.

"I have a good feeling I will, give me some boozeee, Buster." She slurred.

"You are so drunk even for a small person." She slapped his arm, uncoordinated,

"That won´t stop me, and someone is coming for me. Jazzzy, darling, Hurry up. "

Rose and Bella were the only ones that accepted her "intuition". Alice had the things before they happened. This was the reason she ended up on the streets her adoptive parents freaked at her visions. She tapped her little feet and zoned out. A blonde man kept popping up in her visions. He looked so damn irresistible.

She wished she could close her eyes and wake up to a new life. She hated being a hooker. She hated the routine of getting dressed up every night waiting for someone to fuck her.

Just for cash. She hated the lonely nights of sitting in a bar in Tyler´s club. She hated that she wasn´t the only one; Bella and Rosalie had to go through this too.

Where the hell was her prince charming and his white horse? She asked to herself all the time, and the best answer she could come up is was he took the wrong turn, got lost, and is too stubborn to ask for directions.

She had zoned out thinking about her crazy life. She looked at the olive in her martini glass. It was full, Tyler must have made it for her and she didn´t notice.

"How are you my little olive? Sweet life you live, I would like to live in a martini glass, too, buddy. "

She heard someone chuckle beside her. "What you laughing at."

She looked intensely at her martini glass, until she stopped seeing two of them.

Then she turned around. "You make the cutest drunk ever, Miss" He said with a Southern accent

She looked him in the eyes, and something clicked inside her. He was the ONE. The blonde man her in her visions.

"I´ve been waiting for you."

She put her tiny hand and put it on his cheek.

"Whatever you say, little lady."

"What´s your name?"

He grinned. "Jasper Whitlock."

She slowly took her hand from his face.

"That´s my favorite name in the whole world."

Rosalie Point of View

I drove them to the Beverly Wilshire Hotel and my stomach felt sick. This would be goodbye with Emmett. In 15 minutes, he made me feel as if I was 13 again.

And now that I think about its been a hell of a long time I´ve had a crush.

I nervously waited for him to get out of the car, Edward, the grumpy one, came out first and opened the door for Bella. Quite the gentleman.

Lucky she would make some money tonight. He clearly had the hots for her, he was googly-eyed probably picturing her naked. Men.

"Rosie, coming?" I beamed. "I am?" He grabbed me by the waist and whispered in my ear. "Yeah, baby."

He went to the receptionist " rooms for Emmett McCarthy and Edward Cullen."

She was flustered and they handed them the keys. We all got in the elevator and headed up. Emmett held me tight in his strong arms. Oh my god, this man will be the death of me.

We went in the room. It was gorgeous and amazingly luxurious.

"Rosie, how much do want a night." I took a deep breath and faced him "100"

His face looked a bit incredulous. I gave him my sexy smile. "Per hour"

He came closer to me and grabbed my waist, his big hands swept my body. Down to my hips, thighs, and he pushed me to the wall. He put one hand in my hair, the silky blonde strands against his fingers, his other hand pushed the dress down and he placed his lips on mine. It was like nothing I ever felt before. It was like heaven, the ultimate high, it was completely sinful. I heard my dress hit the floor. I greedily grabbed his curls and pushed his head closer to mine. He pulled out to breath and I placed little kisses on his neck. He kept stroking my hair. He picked me up and placed me on the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt, which revealed his amazing muscles, six pack and pecs. I could get used to this.

He grabbed the telephone. "Room service, this is Emmett McCarthy I´d like your finest champagne and strawberries." He hung up.

"No whipped cream? We could use that." I bit my lip and looked at him through my eyelashes.

"Oh Rosie, in Beverly Hills we fuck with class."

"If you say so, sugar."

"Yeah, baby."

I sat there on the bed with him just in a little lacy black bra, and some black fishnets. He was looking at me with lusty eyes. "Rosie, you could´ve been a model."

I put my head down. "They threw me on the streets when I was 16. I was too young, I was abandoned and I had no idea what to do with my life anymore. I thought anything could happen in Hollywood. That somehow I could be some star or anything but I had no money, no job, no home I hadn´t even finished high school. Why would anyone want me? So I became a whore." He embraced me and rubbed circles on my back.

"You are the most gorgeous woman I know. You deserved that opportunity. You make Jessica Alba look like a frog."

I laughed, and Emmet wiped my tears.

"I mean, everyone would want you on their magazine cover. And if you were in Playboy, Hugh Hefner would make you his heiress." I pushed his arm.

"I would never be a porn star. It would be freaking horrible to be watched by video game geeks who can´t get laid, sexual predators and hormonal teenage boys. Those would be the gross fans!"

Emmett starting cracking up. "You would have to get kinky, honey. Role-playing, all that good stuff. Would you be the sexy librarian or naughty school girl? Or you could do the sexy kitten chased by the big dog. That´s hot."

I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt, Emmett was soon to be the comic relief of my life.

If some other guy told me this, I´d probably slap him and injure him so badly he wouldn´t have children.

"Would you have a stage name? Rosalita, the wildflower. Freaky Flower Girl. Oh, I have it Rosie, the goddess of hot, hot sex!"

I was shaking from the laughter, and right when he said that room service came. He brought back the strawberries and champagne. I folded my legs Indian style.

"Now, what to do with it?"

I grabbed a strawberry and bit it. Letting the juice stain my lips. He took the strawberry from my mouth and placed it in his mouth. He grabbed the flute of champagne and washed it down.

"The strawberries bring out the flavor of champagne."

I grab another strawberry placing it in between my lips and taking a bigger bite then I take the flute of champagne and take a dainty sip.

He looks at me like he has never seen a woman before.

I reach out to grab another strawberry and he takes my arm and he pushes me on the bed and kisses me. He sucks on my bottom lip and licks the corners, wiping the strawberry juice. He peels off my fishnets and I grab his neck. He kisses my face, neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach. I stop, and I sit up and grab my purse on the night stand.

"All right. Here we go, pick one. I´ve got red, I got green, I got yellow, I´m out of purple, but I do have gold—the condom of champions. The one and only. Nothing is getting through this sucker."

He rose up as well and unzipped his pants. "I´m going for the gold, baby."

Bella Point of View

The bronze-haired god let me stay. Oh my god. He has the most amazing emerald eyes which literally make my panties drop.

If I had any on, of course, I haven´t worn panties since I was 12.

I don´t really care about the way he stares at me, he is just so damn attractive I want to jump his bones.

We get to the room, which is fabulous. He takes of his tie, belt and shoes.

I get on the barstool and twirl, I swing my legs and let my head fall back. His eyes stay on me. The way I like it.

"What´s your name." I bite my lip.

"Whatever you want it to be."

I turn towards him.

"How long shall I stay with you?" I bat my eyelashes.

"One week of danger, it´s not very long." He comes closer to me, "Let´s get those clothes off before I´m gone."

Our lips are less than an inch away. "Let´s get together and get it on."

I start to unbutton his shirt and he pulls down the straps of the night gown and he grabs my waist and I wrap my legs around him. He puts me against the wall for support, I kiss his neck, nipping once in or twice. He holds me closer and kisses my breasts. His stunning emerald eyes look up at me. " I don´t think we need names. This week should happen like Last Tango in Paris. No names, no details, just sex. How does that sound mademoiselle" I gave him a sexy smile. "Sounds good for now." I unwrap myself from him and take off the nightgown dress, he stands still and I walk nude to the bed. I lay on it and stretch my legs, I grab the sheets and turn to him, "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"

A/N: I hoped you like that guys. I haven´t written a "sexy" chapter before, so I hope this wasn´t awful. Originally, I was going to make each a girl a different chapter but I ended up letting all my ideas out at once. The characters are a bit OOC. I tried to bring out some angst in Rose but with Emmett it is hard to. Bella is slutty but I can´t really help it, she is a hooker. Edward is a little more badass, stronger, and sexier;), I think those are the biggest differences. Each POV has a quote from Pretty Woman. Alice- the favorite name in the world one. Rosalie-the condom one. Bella- whats your name whatever you want it to be. One Week of Danger is a song by the Virgins.

PLAYLIST

The Man Who Can´t Be Moved- The Script Alice POV

Love Sex and Magic- Ciara and Justin Timberlake Rosalie POV

Mary Jane´s Last Dance- Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers Rosalie POV

One Week of Danger-The Virgins Bella POV

Lady Marmalade- Christina Aguilara, Pink, Lil KIm Bella POV