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Chapter 2

Bella immediately drops to her knees and starts unbuckling the belt on my slacks. I know I just told her "no oral", surely she didn't forget already.

"Bella," I warn, loving the way her name sounds when I say it.

"I'm a professional, Mr. Cullen. Just let me do my job. I heard your rules and I promise not to break them." Her tone is clipped, but not abrasive; it's just short and to the point. I like it. She makes it sound like we're in the middle of a business transaction. I guess to her, that is exactly what we're doing; and that works for me.

Her hands make quick work of my belt buckle, along with the button and zipper on my pants. She's not as fast as I would like her to be, though. My cock has been pressing against my fly in the most uncomfortable way ever since she stepped into the car.

I watch as Bella pulls my slacks down my legs and eyes the bulge in my briefs. I smirk at her as she assesses the size of my dick. I may not be able to read minds but I know she's impressed.

"Very nice, Mr. Cullen." She licks her lips again and for a brief moment I entertain the idea of how it would feel to have her tongue on me. My fingers twitch, wanting to run through her short and silky strands. I know this isn't Bella's real hair but I assume she has her reasons for the disguise. I can't help but be mesmerized by it, though. I feel my self-control slip and I'm caught off guard when Bella changes the subject.

"Before we get to the entertainment part of our evening, we need to settle up the business details."

"Ahh, yes, the business details." I take a step back and arrange my features to business mode. I'm thankful to be able to clear my head for a moment. I can't lose control...not yet anyway. "What does a working woman like yourself makes these days?"

I, of course, know the answer to this question but she doesn't need to know that.

"For $100 you can have me for an hour."

"$100 an hour? It must be an exquisite pussy to demand such a price."

She quirks an eyebrow at me. "Oh, it is, Mr. Cullen. I promise you'll be quite satisfied with my pussy."

"I like your confidence but I'll be the judge of your skills. If I'm not satisfied with only one hour, how much will I have to pay to fuck you all night?"

Her self-assured expression changes to a surprised one for only a moment before she answers, "$2000."

Either she's lying or she's never been asked to spend an entire night with a customer before. My guess is the latter. From the looks of where I picked her up, I can guess that there aren't many johns out there willing to spend that kind of money on a whore. She knows I can afford it, so she is trying to make the best deal possible for herself. She's smart. I like that.

"Done."

She gives me a look that I can only guess is confusion before she asks, "You want me to stay all night?"

"Yes."

"How do you know I won't satisfy you in one hour?"

"Bella, I'm an insatiable man and I've been dying to fuck you from the moment you placed your sweet ass in that car. One hour will not be enough." I bend over and grab the wallet from my pants pocket and take out the crisp bills, holding them out to her.

Bella slowly stands up, careful not to lose her balance, and grabs her bag that is on a nearby chair. Her fingers graze mine when she takes her payment and the warmth of her skin feels amazing on mine. "Apparently, I have my work cut out for me tonight. Let's talk protection."

"Pardon me?"

"Protection. Condoms. Is there a particular style you like? I have a wide variety here: just about any color or brand you could want. I suggest the Magnum size," she says as her eyes drop again to my raging hard-on. "Do you like them ribbed?"

When I don't answer, she continues. "You know, ribbed...for my pleasure."

"Bella, I don't care what kind of condom you put on me. Your pleasure doesn't depend on a piece of latex; it depends on me." I look deep into her blue eyes before lifting the side of my mouth in a smile, reminding her of the vow she recently made. "I promise you'll be quite satisfied with my cock."

She bites down on her bottom lip and stares back at me.

"We'll see about that."

Her challenge takes me completely by surprise. I know that I'm paying her for my immediate pleasure but I've never disappointed a woman in bed...not even those I lost control with. I always made them come before I...I can't think about that right now.

"Bella, get in the bedroom, now! And bring your bag of condoms."

She quickly scampers off and I feel remorse for being so short with her. What is this woman doing to me? I haven't even been inside her yet and my mind is swirling with too many emotions. I need to just fuck her and clear my head, then move on. She's just a body, expendable; nothing more.

I walk into the bedroom and Bella is facing me, wearing only her bra and panties. She may just be a body to me but it's the most perfect body I've seen in a very long time. Her breasts are full and perky and I know without touching them that they are real. My mouth waters at the idea of tasting her nipples. I just hope I can refrain from using my teeth.

My eyes roam the rest of her body, appreciating her small waist and round hips, before focusing on her long, lean legs. I can't wait to wrap them around my waist or, better yet, drape them across my shoulders while I pound into her. I really hope Bella's stamina can keep up with mine; I have a lot of plans for her tonight.

"Would you like to undress me?" Bella asks.

"That depends. Do you plan on being able to wear them again after tonight?"

She lets out a laugh and the glorious sound fills the room. "I suppose if my underwear were to be ripped to shreds, I'd be able to afford replacements now."

"Indeed."

In a flash, Bella's body is pressed against mine as I pin her to the bed. Her heavy breathing from the surprise of my movements causes her tits to partially spill out of her bra. I give the lace a quick yank and the material falls apart in my hands, freeing her luscious flesh.

I use my hands to hold Bella's arms out to the side as the tip of my tongue swirls and licks her nipples. Damn, she tastes even better than I imagined. I feel the balance of my carefully constructed control teetering. Something as simple as Bella's fingers running through my hair could be so distracting, that I might thrust too hard or, worse, bite into her skin. She's the professional, but it's simply better if I take the lead. I'm enjoying this way too much for it to end too soon.

As I move farther down her body, I feel Bella tense. She must think I'm going to break one of my rules. She obviously doesn't know me very well. My eyes never leave hers as I carefully lift the edge of her panties with my teeth and pull, ripping the satin to shreds. The smell of her arousal spikes and desire fills my veins, making it nearly impossible to remain calm. I must have her now.

After ripping open a packet and sheathing myself with lightning speed, I pull Bella's body to the edge of the bed and brace myself for what will happen next. There is no warning, no easing inside slowly, just one powerful thrust and we both cry out when our hips meet. My lust is at an all-time high, and for a moment I am concerned I won't be able to stop pounding into her. My body is trembling from trying to control my movements and I close my eyes to block out the vision of Bella's body writhing exquisitely below me.

I stand up and slightly lean backwards while lifting Bella up by her ass, making sure we stay joined. I have more control over her movements this way; pulling her onto me while slamming into her at the same time. With my rhythm now set, I take a chance and open my eyes. Bella's back is arching and her breasts move in perfect time with my thrusts. Her full lips are set in the shape of an 'O' and her eyes are wild, with what I'm hoping, is desire.

Hearing her guttural moan makes me crazy with need. I need her to come so that I can, too. I need her to survive so that I can fuck her again and again. She feels too good and I'm not ready to be done with her.

Bella's powerful orgasm shakes me to my core. Her pussy clenches around my cock and I'm done for. I groan so loudly the photos hanging on a nearby wall shake. The next thing I know, I am lying on top of Bella, gasping for air I don't need. Her contractions are slowing and I can still feel myself pulsing inside of her. When I feel like I can move my body again, I lift my torso up and look down at Bella, hoping I didn't suffocate her.

She has a glazed look on her face that slowly turns into a smile. When she makes eye contact with me, I am filled with relief. I slowly pull out of her and discard the condom. Walking back from the bathroom, I notice that the room doesn't look the way it did a few moments ago. Apparently during our moment of passion, I pushed the mattress off of the bedframe, knocking the lamp and alarm clock to the floor, as well. The room may look a mess but I am quite pleased there wasn't any more serious damage done.

I hold my hand out to Bella who takes it with a questioning look on her face. I gently pull her off of the mattress and point to the mess.

"I should straighten this up. It'll only take me a minute. Feel free to use the restroom, if you need to."

She genuinely seems surprised by the disastrous state of the bed. Maybe she blacked out, too.

"Well, that's certainly a first!" she laughs as she walks towards the bathroom.

It may be a first for her but I hope it's not the last for me.

After putting the furniture exactly where it was before, I start pacing the room. Bella has been gone longer than I expected and I'm beginning to worry. Maybe she really is hurt and didn't realize it until she was in the bathroom. I don't smell blood, which is a huge relief, but it's certainly possible for her to be covered in bruises. I'll have to be more careful next time.

Another five minutes pass before Bella walks back to the bed.

"Are you okay?"

She seems surprised at my question. "Yeah, I'm great."

"Good. I was worried that I was too rough."

She slowly sits down on the bed. "It was rough but nothing I can't handle. I, um, really liked it."

I watch as her blush covers her cheeks and moves all the way down to her rosy nubs causing them to harden. My dick automatically follows suit.

"I want to fuck you again."

"You certainly aren't afraid to say what you want, are you?"

"I'm not afraid of anything, Bella, and I always get what I want. Besides, I've already paid you. You're mine for the entire night." I reach out to touch her shiny blonde hair but she jerks her head away.

"You have your rules, I have mine. No touching the hair."

Fuck, she's hot. A small part of me wonders what Bella is hiding, but who the hell am I to judge? We all have our secrets. Besides, now is not the time to worry about such things; I have much more pressing issues at hand.

I try to stifle the growl that's rumbling in my chest as I pull her onto my lap. I push two of my fingers in her mouth and command her to suck on them before taking them out and rubbing the moisture on her swollen pussy. When Bella starts rolling her hips and moaning, I know she is ready for me. Grabbing her hips, I lift her up slightly before pulling her back down on my cock.

I grit my teeth in frustration when I realize that fucking Bella feels even better the second time.

~~~~~~~~BD~~~~~~~~

Bella is fascinating when she sleeps. The way her body moves and the little moans and whimpers she makes as she dreams make me want to take her again, but I won't. I know she needs her rest. Besides, I need to prepare myself before we fuck again.

Remaining in control seems to be getting easier...at least it was when Bella rode me. Maybe it was the position that helped. Regardless, I know what I need to do.

I need to feed.

I check to make sure Bella is still asleep before grabbing the room key and walking out of the door. I am hopeful that when I return, we can go for round three before Bella has to leave.

The streets of downtown Seattle have always been a contradiction to me. There are tall buildings and people everywhere just like any other large city, but what I've never understood are the trees that grow in between the busy streets. It's the best combination of urban and country living that I've ever found and it's perfect for my needs.

I'm well outside of the city limits when I smell my target. The scent is musky and powerful and now my body is trembling with a need that is different from when I was with Bella. As I creep closer to my prey, I taste the venom that begins to seep into my mouth. I can hear the blood rushing through her veins at an accelerated speed, signaling her instinct to flee.

It only takes a second for me to wrap my arms around her body and pull her neck to my mouth. I feel her body tense as my teeth puncture her neck but when the hot, delicious blood bursts into my mouth and I begin to drink in long pulls, my victim relaxes. She never stood a chance against me.

I don't let a drop of blood go to waste, and when I am finished, I feel energized. My thoughts immediately turn to Bella, and my desire to be inside her again takes precedent.

Walking through the hotel lobby, I run my fingers through my hair and wipe at my mouth, making sure my appearance is one of a normal guest. I'm far from normal but no one here needs to know that.

As I approach the door to my penthouse suite, I instantly know something is wrong. I don't smell Bella, and even more disturbing, I don't hear her heart beating. I throw the door open enraged that she has left without my consent.

I was not finished with her.

Not even close.

My senses are never wrong, but that doesn't stop me from checking every room for her. I can't find any sign that she was here; it's like she was a figment of my imagination. It's only when I sit on the bed that I feel something silky under my fingers. Holding Bella's wig in my hand, I bring it up to my nose and take a deep breath.

I'm only somewhat relieved to know last night wasn't a dream.

A/Ns:

Jiff: Soooo...everyone still with us?

Jenny Kate: What the hell is Bella thinking? I'm thinking once you go Edward Cullen, you never go back. So, where did she go?

Jiff: I'm thinking she went to Crazy Town because why on earth would she leave that bed?!

Jenny Kate: I have NO idea. I'd be willing to become a permanent fixture on that bed. At. His. Service. He wouldn't even have to pay me. I'm a cheap trick.

Jiff: I, myself, would like to be his belt...permanently wrapped around his waist. Just sayin'...

Jenny Kate: Mmmm hmmm...I can think of several places I'd like to be on him.

Jiff: Whew! Is it hot in here or is it just Edward? What were we talking about?

Jenny Kate: The story...Bella...right. Ok, sooooo...what did you guys think of chapter 2?

Jiff: Most of you picked up on the Pretty Woman references right away but, don't worry, we're twisting the story around a LOT. This is not the same 'Hooker with a heart of gold' story we all know and love. Trust.

Jenny Kate: BUT if you like the Pretty Woman references, I think there will be plenty sprinkled throughout the story to keep you happy. We can't wait to hear what you think about the chapter! So, please review and let us know! Your reviews from last chapter made us SO happy! Thank you for that, and THANK YOU to our beta, Fran (aka Sunflower Fanfiction)!