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Thank you, livsxelliot for helping outline my story;
And thank you to my beta JDreamie for getting into this one with me!
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She braced herself on the headboard as the man behind her moved faster.
"Oh yes, baby, I'm close." He continued thrusting into her. "Are you close?"
She rolled her eyes, taking advantage of him not being able to see her face. "Of course, so close." She made her voice as sultry as possible, willing the man to be done already.
He groaned loudly, coming inside the condom and falling beside her on the small bed. A sigh of relief left her lips. She quickly cleaned herself in the bathroom, pulling her clothes back. The man was asleep on the bed. The bills on the nightstand right next to his wallet. She grabbed her money, and looked briefly at him. She didn't normally do this, but rent was due and she was still a few dollars short.
I'll take this extra because you were a really bad lay, dude. She thought to herself, before getting a couple more 20's out of him. She left the wallet in the same spot, grabbing her purse and leaving the room quietly.
The cacophony of the city hit her at full force. She loved Manhattan, the big city, the one that never sleeps. Sometimes she felt as if she was just like the city. Walking back to her apartment, she saw the tourists looking around, a man selling maps, advertised by a huge board he was carrying, and on which is written in red letters : Maps of the Big Apple.
"Maps here. Maps. Buy your maps!" He kept walking down the street.
There were also hands exchanging money and drugs. "Have a good one."
Walking a bit further, she saw two other prostitutes cruising on the sidewalk. A car drives along the sidewalk, but doesn't stop. Only a voice comes out of the open window.
"What do you say, blondie?"
"Hi, honey, want some fun?"
That's what they always said:
"Hey, baby, you looking for a date?"
"Looking for fun?"
"Want some company?"
It was really a game of luck, she knew. The city was wonderful, but could be cruel for someone like her. She saw the girls getting in the car, hoping deep inside they would come home safe.
She turned down her street just as an ambulance drove by with its siren wailing. The loud noise of the city dissipates as she walks further into the street. She finally sees the shady-looking building with a vertical neon sign saying HOTEL, but only the H and the O are lit, the others letters being out of order. She smirks, thinking it almost sounds like hoe.
This building actually is partly a regular hotel, and partly a place that rents small apartments on a monthly basis. It was the price to pay for wanting to live in Manhattan. Well, she hopes she can get some sleep.
Richard Wheatley never saw himself as only Elliot Stabler's lawyer, he actually saw himself as the reason for the other man's success. So when Elliot decided to close a deal with the Cragen Industries and open an office in NY, he volunteered to throw a party. He went all out, got a magician and everything.
"So let's imagine, ladies, that you're a Savings and Loan officer. Watch. One, two, three. See?" One lady has got three coins in her hand, and the other one only one. The magician takes the three coins from the first lady's hand, and closes it. Then he takes the only coin from the other lady's hand, but leaves it open. He puts the four coins in his hand and closes it.
"You've got it all, and we've got nothing. And you have all four. Just take a look."
He opens his hand, which is empty. Then he opens the first lady's hand, which contains the four coins.
"Oh!" The woman exclaims, surprised.
He proceeds with his magic while Richard observes, regretting this particular decision. He stops paying attention to the man's speech, only raising his brow as he takes a penny from behind the woman's ear.
"A penny from the ear. How much for the rest?" He remarks with a smirk.
He starts walking around the party, making small talk and looking for a particular face.
"Have you seen Elliot?" He asks a young man near the bar.
"No, I haven't. Great party, Richard." The guy praises.
"Well, my wife went to a lot of trouble: she called a caterer," he makes a joke but sees Angela frowning at him. He would hear about this one later.
He walks to a group of guests gathered around a large buffet table.
"Excuse me, Ann. Frank, how are you?" He greets one of them.
"Richard, good. Hey, I understand Elliot's taking over Cragen Industries."
"Yeah, well, he's not here to get a hotdog."
"Can I get in on it?" Everybody knew how good this deal was.
"Yeah. Call me," he was sure he could convince Elliot of something.
"When?" The man insists.
"Just call me." He turns to another guest and shakes hands with him.
"Uh, hi. I'm Richard Wheatley, Elliot Stabler's lawyer," he introduces himself.
"Hey, where's the guest of honor anyway?"
"Well, if I know this fellow, he's probably off in a corner somewhere, charming a very pretty lady." Inside he is furious, all this trouble and Elliot doesn't even bother.
Inside Wheatley's office, a very upset Elliot Stabler talks on the phone.
"I told my secretary to make the arrangements. Didn't she call you?" He loosens his tie around his collar.
"Yes, she did. I speak to your secretary more than I speak to you." She spits.
"I see," he could only take so much of this.
"I have my own life too, you know, Elliot."
"This is a very important week for me. I need her here," he begs.
He walks to the large window, overlooking Manhattan.
"But you never give me any notice. You just think I'm at your beck and call. That I'll just ship her off as you wish,"
"I do not believe that you are at my beck and call. And don't talk about her like she's a package," he was losing his patience.
"Well, that's the way you always make me feel. That's why we got divorce in the first place."
" That's what you wanted,"
"I won't get into this again, Elliot. She's not going. Good-bye." She hangs up.
"Wait, Kathy-," but the line was already dead. He looks out the window again, sighing. Turning around, he makes his way back to the party.
Elliot is going down the stairs followed by a young blonde man, wearing a very elegant suit.
"How did the Cragen stock open at the Nikkei?" He asks.
"I don't know." The young man answers.
Elliot looks at his watch and then turns toward the young man, slightly angry.
"You don't know? Tokyo opened maybe ninety minutes ago. You have to keep on top of these things, all right, Stuckey?"
"Right, sir," Stuckey's voice trembled as he runs to get the info.
"I want this whole thing... wrapped up as soon as possible. I gotta get to California by Sunday. I got tickets to the game," he says loudly, so the man can still hear him. He moves across the crowd of guests, and reaches a staff member, who gives him his coat.
"Your coat, Mr. Stabler," he offers.
"Thank you." He starts walking away with his coat in his hands, when he turns around to the sound of a feminine voice.
"Elliot!" He turned around. "Hi."
"Dani, hi," he greeted his ex-girlfriend.
"I was sorry to hear about Carter," she says, talking about a deal gone wrong.
"Oh, yeah, it happens. Thanks. Heard you got married," they start walking to the door. "Congrats."
"Well... yeah. I couldn't wait for you!" She laughs.
"Mmm... Mmm... Dani, tell me something,"
"Yes?" They stop walking, and Elliot faces her.
"When you and I were dating, did you speak to my secretary more than you spoke to me?"
"She was one of my bridesmaids." It is her response.
"Hmm. Your husband's a very lucky guy," he kisses her cheek. "Bye."
Richard was deep in a conversation with some girl much younger than him. Flirting and laughing without care. They had just made plans when his wife, Angela, tapped him on his shoulder. He doesn't even seem ashamed of his behavior, only raising a brow at her.
"He's leaving. Elliot's leaving." She points out.
Richard looks toward the entrance of the house, and stands up. "Excuse me."
He rapidly walks away while Angela looks at him with both hands on her hips.
"Is this Mr. Wheatley's car?" The man nods.
"Elliot, where are you going?"
"You got the keys to your car?" Elliots asks abruptly. Richard stops midstep.
"Why, what's wrong with the limo?"
"Look, the limo is buried back there. Darryl can't get it out." He points to the blocked limo.
Darryl, Edward's chauffeur, is reading a newspaper, next to another raises his hand to show his helplessness about the situation.
"Mmm," Richard hesitates.
"Please give me the keys," he raises a hand. Richard gives his car keys to Elliot.
"All right, look. I don't think you should drive. You're a little excited. Don't drive my car. Let me work something out here," Richard pleads, worried about his car. Elliot is already talking to the valets.
"Fellas, what kind of a system is this? Can you move these cars out of here?" He points to another car. Not wasting time, Elliot enters the driver's seat of the Lotus Esprit. Richard comes closer as Elliot closes the door of the car.
"Look, Elliot. Elliot... Uh, are you familiar with a stick shift?"
"Uh, yeah," he looks around the car.
"Have you driven a stick?"
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." In high school, he thinks.
"Listen, all right. Just be ginger with it. Don't..."
The screaming gears of the manual box clashing under Elliot's inexperienced hand can be heard.
"It's a new car. It's vintage. Don't, uh... Just don't..."
"Okay. I can do it." Tires squeal as the car rushes forward. Elliot stopped after a couple of feet, and Richard ran to the driver's door.
"Elliot! Give me a break, please!"
"I love this car."
"I love it too. Look, you don't even know where you're going. You're gonna get lost in the dark!" Richard protests again, but it falls into deaf ears as the car rushes forward, tires squeal as Elliot accelerates down the road.
In the small apartment rented by Olivia Benson and Amanda Rollins, two young prostitutes, a low jazz music is playing. The alarm clock rings. Olivia groans, feeling more tired now then when she went to sleep. She turned around on the bed, wearing only a large T-shirt and a pair of panties, and raised her arm to hit the alarm clock.
She rises from the bed, knowing she has to get ready for work, putting on a white, sleeveless, close-fitting T-shirt over her black lace bra. She picks up cheap jewels from a table and puts them on. She looks at the empty bottle of vodka on the table, and sighs. She hates that Amanda drinks so much, even more that her poison is the same as her mother's.
Putting on her black stiletto-heel boots, she uses a black sharpie to hide the clear spots on the heel of the boot. No way she can buy new ones in the foreseeable future. She zippered up along the side of the boot. Standing at her full height, she runs her hand over the short blue skirt. In front of the mirror, she puts mascara on her eyelashes. Adjusting her blonde wig, she takes a last look at herself.
She makes her way out of the apartment, making her way down the stairs. Crossing paths with another woman, she makes only 5 steps down before the loud voice of the landlord makes its way across the corridor.
"Now, wait a minute. You don't seem to understand me", Olivia stops mid-stairs. "That's my job. At the end of the month, I collect everybody's rent." She looks through a small space over the bannister seeing him talking to another woman. "Now give me the money, or you're outta here." Olivia hurries back up the stairs and inside the apartment.
Walking across the room and into the bathroom, her hands shake as she takes the toilet water tank lid off. She then takes a green plastic box out of the water. She opens the box and looks at the money hidden inside the box. There is only one one-dollar bill left.
"Damn it, Amanda," she says to the empty bathroom. "Ok, change of plans." She crosses the room, looking around when the idea comes to her. She opens a window and gets out of the room.
Slipping out of the window and onto the emergency exit, she curses her luck, her roommate and all her choices up to this point. She then starts going down the emergency stairway.
An old woman is looking at her from across the street as she reaches ground level and starts walking away.
Olivia walks through a gap in the wire fence behind the hotel, and walks away on the street.
As she angrily walks down the street, she hears a man's voice yelling. "Welcome to New York! Everybody who comes to New York got a dream. What's your dream? What's your dream?"
She passes him and he looks at her: "Hey, lady? Hey, what's your dream?" She shakes her head, it's been a while since she had any.
She is a young beautiful woman in her early twenties. She is very tall and slim. But her prostitute outfit and heavy make-up makes her a little less beautiful than she actually is. She pulls the red jacket closer to her body and fixes the man's very large cap on her blonde wig. She is carrying a big bag strapped to her shoulder. She sees a commotion in an alley and hears the conversation.
"What happened?" A woman's voice says.
"Some chick. She got with the wrong crowd." A man's voice answered.
She sees the cops coming around and some detective introducing himself and asking a man if he knew what happened. The man refused to cooperate. Olivia made her away around them, looking down the alley, but didn't stop. When she sees the scene down the alley she turns her head away, feeling nauseous because of what was in front of her.
The cop gets frustrated. "Come on, man. We just pulled her out of a dumpster in the back. Who was her pimp?"
"Cocaine is her pimp. She be out on these streets day in, day out, trading her sorry self for some crack." Olivia shakes her head, thinking about the girls the night before. No one would look for this girls laying on the cold floor of the alley.
She turns around. Two tourists, a male and a female are taking snapshots of what is on the pavement. Everything turned into videos these days.
She kept walking, unfortunately there was nothing she could do. Perhaps in a parallel universe.
The 116 Club was full of people, as it always was by this time. Olivia crosses the dance floor and stops near a staircase leading to the upper floor. She looks around, visibly looking for someone. Not finding what she was looking for she walks to the bar. The bartender is an older man.
"Hey, Pops, has Amanda been in here?"
"Upstairs in the pool room." He nods at her, using a tone like it should be obvious.
"Of course," she says sadly. She makes her way to the staircase and starts walking upstairs.
She found Amanda sitting down, and bobbing her head up and down in rhythm with the music.
Amanda is a girl in her early twenties. She is clearly shorter than Olivia, and has natural blond hair. She is pretty, but dresses more vulgar than Olivia.
Amanda suddenly realizes that someone is standing near her and looking down at her. She stops combing her hair and looks up. She takes her glasses off and smiles.
"Yo, Liv," She says animatedly.
Olivia doesn't smile back at her, and looks even a bit angry.
"Is it all gone?" She asks.
Instead of answering her friend's question, she points to the people around her.
"Johnny, you know my roommate, Olivia. This is Angel. That's the Dude." She introduces everybody around her.
"I know everybody! Is it all gone, Amanda?" She asks again, more sharply this time.
"Johnny D sold me some great shit. We just had this party. I won a lot of money in the pool, you should have seen me," she told her tale, not noticing the angry expression on her roomate's face.
"I can't believe you bought drugs and gambled with our rent money. What is going on with you, Amanda?" She grabs the other woman's arm, pulling her up.
"I needed a little pick-me-up," Amanda says.
"Well, we need rent money!" Olivia says exasperated.
Johnny D stands up and faces Olivia. He is a young Latino man.
"Yo, calm down, chica. She only owes me 200 more."
"Johnny!" Amanda protests.
"Another 200 dollars?" Olivia looks at her roommate incredulously.
"That was from way before," She starts
"That's right, 200, Olivia. But if you wanna work off her money with me, we can work something out." He gives her an insinuated glance, and she unconsciously takes a step back.
"That's a very sweet offer, Johnny, but not now." Amanda says as she grabs Olivia's arm and leads her to the staircase.
"Come on, Liv. Come downstairs."
"You took it while I was sleeping?" Olivia asks as they make their way down the stairs.
"You were unavailable for consultation."
Amanda walks to the bar, and makes Olivia follow her.
"Besides, it's my apartment," Olivia groans at her.
"Yeah, well, I have to live there too, Amanda."
"Look, you came here. I gave you some money. I gave you a place to stay and some valuable vocational advice. He was on my case. I had to give him don't irritate me," She says sharply.
She moves around Olivia, sits on a stool at the bar, and starts eating peanuts.
"Irritate you? Irritate you? Are you serious?" She rants. "I just saw a girl pulled out of a dumpster." She sits down on another stool.
"I know. Ellie. But... she was... a flake. She was a crackhead. Dominic was trying to straighten her out for months."
A fight breaks out in the background.
"Don't you want to get out of here?" Olivia asks.
"Get out of where? Where the fuck you wanna go?"
When they get to their spot, another prostitute is leaning on a wall. Amanda walks toward her
"Hey, yo, Rachel,"
"What?"
"You see this block?"
"Yeah," The girl says, chewing on her gum.
"Well, Olivia and me, we work here. This is our turf. We got seniority. You better get off our corner."
"Forgive me. I was just taking a rest here. Besides, she's new," She points at Olivia.
"Yeah. Well, I'm old, so go rest up another wall."
The girl growls at them and starts to walk away. Amanda turns toward Olivia.
"You think it was too much?"
"Yes. Little bit."
"Well, just 'cause I'm hungry. I'm gonna go get something to eat."
They hear someone whistling, and then
Hey, girls.
Amanda turns toward the sidewalk, where the voice is coming from.
"Hey, yo, baby," she offers back, getting closer to the open convertible red car
"How about a freebie? It's my birthday." The man says.
The car keeps on moving down the street.
"Dream on!" Amanda screams as the car leaves their view.
Olivia pulled her coat a little closed, trying to get some warmth. "It's looking really slow tonight." She takes her cap off.
"Yeah, well... maybe we should get a pimp, you know. Johnny D really digs you,"
"And then he'll run our lives and take our money. No." She said decidedly.
"You're right. We say who, we say when, we say how much."
"Do you think I look like Carol Channing?" Olivia changes the subject.
Amanda puts her hands on Olivia's blonde wig.
"No! I love this look. It's very glamorous. Glamour choice." She cheers her on.
They hear brakes screeching. Amanda turns around toward the noise.
"Oh, yo, oh, yo. Catch this!" She says pointing to the car.
The Lotus is driving down the street, bounces a little, while the gears are grinding.
Olivia points to it. "Wait a minute. That's a Lotus Esprit."
The car passes in front of the girls but stops a little further on the street, they can hear the brakes.
"No, that's rent. You should go for him. You look hot tonight. Don't take less than a hundred. Call me when you're through. Take care of you." Amanda offers. Olivia sighs and gives her a hug.
"Take care of yourself."
She takes her jacket off and puts it across her bag. She walks slowly toward the car.
"Work it. Work it, baby. Work it! Work it. Own it." Amanda cheers her.
A few minutes earlier...
The Lotus drives through a crossroad, the tires screech, and the car swings a little, Elliot was still having problems with his gear shift. A dark street around New York.
He slows The Lotus down. The engine is screaming, as the car turns around the corner of the street. Elliot looks around him, visibly anxious: he knows he is completely lost.
It is a very quiet street. But he sees a prostitute looking though some junk left over on the sidewalk, in front of a house.
"Aah, nothing but garbage." She complains.
He stops the car near her.
"Uh, excuse me," he tries to get her attention.
The woman lifts her head. "Huh?"
"Can you tell me how to get to Pendry Manhattan West Hotel?" He asks. The woman was visibly inebriated. She smirks at him.
"You're here!" She points to the old dirty building behind her.
"That's the front entrance right there." He snickers at her, starting the car again.
"Thank you," he says.
He drives a few more blocks before the car stops again. He looks around and two prostitutes are talking behind where he stopped. Two blond girls, one with short hair. She walks toward his car.
She leans closer to the car's window on the passenger side.
"Hey, sugar, you looking for a date?" She says seductively.
"No, I wanna find Pendry Manhattan West. Can you give me directions?" Olivia thinks about it.
"Sure. For five bucks." She makes her offer.
"Ridiculous " he denies.
"Price just went up to ten," she teases.
"You can't charge me for directions," he argues.
"I can do anything I want to, baby. I ain't lost." She smirks at him.
She stands up, ready to make her way back to her friend.
"All right, okay?" He concedes. She smiles to herself.
On the other side of the street, a little group of people, including Johnny D, watch the scene unfold.
"Is that Olivia?" Johnny D asks.
"Where?" His friend says. He points to the car as Olivia opens the passenger door and climbs in.
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