Disclaimer: We don't own Twilight. Also, we thought we should mention that the vampires we're writing about are going to differ from SM's cold, sparkly vamps...as in, they're not cold and they don't sparkle. Just wanted to get that out of the way. Now, let's see what happened to Bella...
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As I wake up, I feel strange. I very seldom stay after sex, so the fact that I'm not in my bed, throws me off.
I rub my eyes and make them focus on the clock sitting on the nightstand. It's just a little after 3:00 A.M. Sitting up in bed, the events from the night before slowly start flooding my mind. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and they ache. In the two years of being in this line of work, I can honestly say that last night was a first...on so many levels.
I remember now so clearly where I am and what happened and my heart starts to beat faster. I have to call Alice. It's our policy that we check in with each other every night, no matter what. I'm sure she's freaking out right now if she's tried to call my cell phone.
Fumbling around, I try to find all of my belongings and then I freeze. Am I alone? Did he leave? I stand there in the dark, trying to breathe as shallowly as possible, straining to listen for any sign that he's here, but there's nothing.
I tiptoe toward the living area of the massive suite. He's not on the couch or at the desk. I check the balcony, but he's not there either. Maybe he was called away for work or something.
When I realize that I am definitely alone, I practically run to the bathroom, clutching what's left of my clothing to my chest. I don't know why I'm running or why I'm in such a hurry but I am. I don't know how long he's been gone or where he went...or how much time I have. So, I hurry. I'm not scared of him. Am I? No, definitely not. If anything, I'm completely mesmerized by him. I just really need to talk to Alice.
My thoughts drift to last night. After our first round of sex, I sequestered myself in the bathroom. He probably thought something was wrong with me, but it was quite the opposite. Something was oh, so right with me. I could hardly contain myself or the feelings that were running through my body; every nerve and cell in my body was fully awake. I was in the most blissful state and I didn't know what to do next.
I've never had an orgasm with a john...like, ever. And, in one night with this Mr. Cullen, I had more than I could count. There was a point last night where it felt like I was experiencing one huge orgasm, as it rolled in waves throughout my body.
Just thinking about it had me squeezing my legs together, trying to will the sensation to go away, so that I could get my shit together and get out of here.
I take a moment to look at myself in the mirror as I fasten my bra. Faint traces of purple and blue marks are in the exact location where he gripped my hips last night as I rode him. I lightly stroke them, reverently, savoring them as souvenirs because they're proof that it did happen.
I think I hear something outside the bathroom, so I quickly throw my tank top over my head and decide that I'll finish full inventory of my body when I get back to the apartment and debrief with Alice. I need her to help me get my head on straight because right now, all sorts of crazy things are going on up there.
Grabbing my bag and my shoes, I fly out the door, letting it slam behind me.
I push the elevator button over and over, as if that's going to help it get here any faster. Then, I panic again. What if he's on the elevator? What am I going to say?
Oh, thanks for the orgasms and the two grand? Nice doing business with you? Have your people call my people?
Relief washes over me, when the doors to the elevator open and the attendant from the night before is there smiling at me.
His smile falters for a second, but he quickly regains his structured composure. "Going down, Miss?"
"Yes, thanks." I hop onto the elevator, giving him a grateful smile in return. He's really polite and doesn't have to be. Mr. Cullen isn't here to keep him in line. He could treat me like shit as a lot of people do who think they're above a common street whore. But, he doesn't; he keeps his eyes forward and remains completely professional the entire ride down.
Just as the elevator dings, signaling that we've arrived in the lobby, I realize I'm still holding my shoes. I quickly throw them onto the shiny floor and step into them, growing six inches, and toss my red leather jacket back on. Turning to the mirrored wall beside me, I take a look at myself, wiping excess mascara away from under my eyes.
Suddenly, I gasp, looking at my tousled brown hair. "Shit!"
"I'm sorry, is something wrong, Miss?"
"I just forgot something...upstairs. Shit!"
"I would be more than happy to take you back up."
I let out a deep breath and realize that my favorite blonde wig is probably gone for good. Those things are expensive and it pisses me off, but I don't have a room key and I'm sure no one here is going to let me back in.
"You're really sweet," I say, leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek. "I'll have to get with Mr. Cullen some other time and retrieve my belongings."
A deep blush spreads across his cheeks and he clears his throat, pulling at the uncomfortable bowtie around his neck. "Of course, Miss." His eyes glance at my hair and then back to the ground. "Have a nice day," he says, nodding his head.
I turn around and try to make my way out of the overly expensive hotel without anyone noticing me. This time of the morning is the perfect time to make an escape. Most people are sleeping, and the late-nighters have already had their last call for alcohol. So, I'm pretty much in the clear as I keep my eyes peeled for bronze hair, but see nothing.
Making my way out of the front doors, I exhale, feeling relieved that I made it without being noticed. I look both ways and walk quickly to the end of the street. The bus stop is down a couple of blocks, and since I have money to spare, I hail a taxi that is sitting across the street.
When I'm securely in the cab and on my way back toward my neck of the woods, I pull my phone out of my bag, immediately seeing five missed calls from my overly-concerned roommate. I press the button for the callback and Alice picks up on the first ring.
"Bella! Where the hell are you? I've been worried! You know the rules. After midnight, you call no matter what." I sit there with the phone held away from my ear so that her volume doesn't do any permanent damage, letting her finish her rant. I knew it was coming and it's better to get it over with over the phone than in person. Hopefully, she'll have calmed down some by the time I get home.
"Bella? Are you listening to me?"
"Yes, Alice. I'm listening and I'm sorry, but I have a seriously legit reason. Are you home?"
"Yeah, I had a regular tonight, but I've been home since midnight. Where have you been? Was it the guy in the Lamborghini? How did that go? Was he hot? I bet he was hung like a horse! Oh, or was his car a compensation for what he wasn't packing?"
"Alice, wait up for me. I'll be home in ten minutes."
"Okay, be careful."
"Always."
When the taxi pulls up beside the curb closest to our apartment, I hand over my fare with a generous tip. I think anyone who has to work at three o'clock in the fucking morning deserves to be compensated, and I just bank rolled two thousand dollars. Two thousand dollars! I've only checked my bag about a hundred times since I left the hotel room to make sure it's still there.
I clutch my bag closely to my body and walk quickly into the building and up the stairs.
Before I can even use my key, Alice flings the door open and is standing there in her worn-out Def Leppard t-shirt. Her glasses are on and her hair's in a sloppy bun on the top of her head, as she taps her foot, with one hand perched on her hip. For a brief moment, I get the feeling that if my mom had ever been a responsible human being, this is what she would have looked like. The completely funny part is the irony of this situation, because I'm usually the one sitting at home worrying about Alice.
"Stop right there, Alice Brandon! Don't be a hypocritical little bitch! How many times have you not called me?" I ask, brushing past her and throwing my bag on our small table.
"But it's not your rule, it's my rule!" she huffs. As I'm kicking my heels off near my bed, she locks the three deadbolts on our door and sits down on her own bed. "Besides, I can take care of myself."
I have to laugh, because sometimes Alice is utterly absurd in her way of thinking. Her little five foot, two inch-frame would scare nobody. I know that she's street smart, but that doesn't mean that she could defend herself against some of the people we interact with on a daily basis.
"Let's not get into this tonight."
"OK, but you owe me an explanation and please tell me that you were appropriately compensated for your time."
After I quickly change out of my work clothes and into pajamas, I go the bathroom and wash my face and brush my teeth. When I walk out, I grab my bag and sit down on my bed, facing Alice. Pulling out the wad of Benjamins, I look up to see Alice's mouth wide open. Her eyes are focused on the money in my hand, and she quietly asks, "What did you have to do to get that?"
"Stay the night."
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Nope."
"Then what are you doing here? Technically, in most people's minds, it's still night."
"I woke up and he wasn't there. I needed to talk to you, so I just bailed. Oh, and in the process of my speedy escape, I left my favorite wig!" I pout for a second, mourning the loss of Blondie.
"Looks as though you can afford to buy a new and improved Blondie!" Alice's eyes twinkle, as she gazes at the cash in my hands. "So, how much?"
"Two grand."
She throws herself back on her bed and starts flailing her arms and legs, like she's having a seizure. When she finally composes herself and sits back up, she has to force to keep the smile at bay. "Was it good?" she asks.
"That's what I need to talk to you about."
"Oh, shit, Bella! Did you have to do some kinky shit? I mean, I'm sorry if you did, but unless it was really bad, I'd say it was worth it." Her mouth starts running 90 miles a minute.
"Alice," I interrupt, but she just keeps going, rambling on about some nonsensical shit that I have no idea what she's talking about, nor do I want to know.
"Alice!" She finally stops and looks at me. "It was nothing like that."
"Then, what? Just tell me."
"I had an orgasm."
Alice stands up and walks over to me, looking me square in the eye. "Shut up!" she says, pushing me down on the bed.
"I'm serious!"
I sit back up on the bed. "More than one." I wait for her physical attack, but it doesn't come. She just sits down on her bed and stares at me. "You know what this means right?" she asks quietly, her expression filled with shock and awe.
"No," I say hesitantly, shaking my head slowly.
She jumps up from the bed, and her quick action startles me. Her face lights up and her eyes grow larger.
I fold my knees up to my chest, bracing myself for what is to come.
Alice's high-pitched squeal fills our small apartment and I'm sure she's waking up every crack dealer in the neighborhood. She begins jumping up and down, holding her boobs, because she's not wearing a bra.
Finally, she stops bouncing and looks at me. "Bella!" she exclaims, reaching out and grabbing my arms. "You've hit the g-spot jackpot...the LottO...this guy won the Nobel Please Prize!"
"Alice, English please!" Her freaking out is beginning to rub off on me. I feel my heart beating faster and my breathing pick up pace.
"Don't you see? For some self-employed people like us - well, not me, of course, but you - this kind of thing only comes around once in a lifetime. Whatever this guy did, he was able to make you forget about the job at hand and just get lost in the feelings. Wait a minute!"
Alice's face gets serious, and she looks deeply into my eyes, squinting like she's trying to see something far, below the surface.
"You didn't kiss him, did you? Bella, you know what I've told you about that! It only leads to heartbreak. Please, tell me you didn't! Have I not taught you anything?"
"Alice, calm the fuck down. I didn't kiss him. No kissing, no oral; just fucking. His rules, not mine. I mean, of course I wasn't going to kiss him, but he's the one that set up the rules. I didn't even have to say anything."
"Wow, he's like you're sexual ninja." She sits back on her bed and resumes her mesmerized expression from earlier.
"He's definitely something...different. I mean, other than the amazing orgasms - and, God, were they amazing - but there's something else about him that I just can't put my finger on. He was mysterious and closed-off, yet open and free when we were having sex. He knew what he wanted and he told me. It was by far the sexiest, most erotic encounter I've ever had."
"It sounds like you should have been paying him!" Alice giggles, crawling underneath the covers on her bed. "So, what did he look like? I mean, was he as hot as he sounds?"
"Hotter. I don't even think 'hot' is an appropriate word to describe him. He's beautiful. His eyes were such a peculiar color; I found myself getting lost in them. Maybe he was wearing contacts or something. And his hair was mass chaos, but gorgeous."
"Bella," Alice's tone has a hint of sadness in it. "Don't start fantasizing about this guy. I mean, as wonderful as last night was for you, you gotta realize that you probably won't see him again, right?"
"I know, Alice. He doesn't seem like a guy who'd be a regular. He's more like a guy who would have to fight women off, not hire them by the hour."
"I just don't want you to set yourself up for disappointment," Alice says, as she yawns and rolls over to turn out the lamp.
"Yeah, I know."
"Goodnight, Bells."
"Goodnight, Al."
I crawl under my blanket and roll over, forcing myself to take a reality check and think about certain events from last night that I can't discuss with Alice.
I need to talk to Jake and Garrett. I now know that the guy I got in the car with was not the guy I was supposed to be targeting. I'm sure they're going to have a million questions for me, but I don't have much to tell them, unless they want to hear about bronze hair and orgasms, which I know they won't.
They want details and information, neither of which I was able to obtain last night.
A/Ns:
Jenny Kate: Soooooo, Bella's never had an orgasm with a john? Hmmmmm...I think it's safe to say that she should have glued herself to Mr. Cullen's bed and refused to leave...ever.
Jiff: Seriously! But who are these Jake and Garrett characters?
Jenny Kate: Yes, who are these mystery men? And what does Bella have to do with them? Enquiring minds want to know!
Jiff: Maybe we should've named this story "Curious-er and Curious-er"! I know our readers have a lot of questions still but, I promise, you will get answers when the time is right. If we told you everything now, it'd be a very short fic.
Jenny Kate: A huge thanks to our beta, Fran (aka Sunflower Fanfiction) and our pre-reader, Mauigirl60, for making our words better!