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"C'mon hot stuff! Show us something!" A southern laugh barked as the car flew bye, mens chuckles echoing like a taunt before you were once again left alone in the night.

As you passed by the nightclubs, the same routine appeared. Hoots and hollers yet no one was willing to spend a dime. You gaze racked the row of cars lining the street, some beat up and bruised, others an attraction for robbery.

Your gaze narrowed as you passed, peaking through wing mirros of cars to see if anybody sat inside. And with your luck you caught a flash of a man on his phone, a bored stare forward with the passenger window rolled down.

"If you don't like the way I do things, I'm sure you could do them yourself." he mused, expression— or lack of — unchanging as his gaze moved to the shadow casting over him.

You fluttered your eyelashes at him, arms leant on the window frame with a shy smile and a wandering gaze. He only stared back at you, listening to the voice on the other end of the phone before humming and closing the line.

"Hard day in the office?" you asked with a teasing tone.

"Somewhat." he shrugged, eyes not moving from your connected gaze — strong-willed considering more than 70 percent of your skin was on show.

You shift on your feet, the heels starting to make their impact. "I think I could help with that..." you bite your lip, the same rehearsed practice that works on every man as you secure a client.

"Would you like to sit inside my car, those heels must hurt." He murmured, no shift in tome or even a quirk of his brow from your suggestion.

A pout laced its way onto your lips, though you nodded nonetheless, hating the feeling of goosebumps lining your legs and arms. Bishop leant forward to unlock the passenger door, allowing you to slide into the car and let outna soft sigh of relief.

Baby steps perhaps.

"So... what do you do for work?" you questioned, leaning towards his side of the car to break boundaries.

"I work for a company."

A soft sigh leaves you as this man very obviously has a built up wall. "Yea, so does everybody else." you huff, leaning back once more and toying with your fingers.

"You don't." he added, eyes on you still. He was a strange man, so unmoving and unexpressive, you wondered if this appearance was disciplined or a facade. You nod, thinning your lips because you know it's not something to be proud of. "Would you like me to drop you somewhere?"

As contradicting as it sounds, home sounds good. The apartment that had no room to breathe, the mattress on the floor and the pigeon that flew into the window every morning to wake you up.

"The closest bus stop will do." You mutter with a nod, not facing him because the awkwardness on your behalf was too much. Walking home with empty pockets after four hours of wandering the streets, appearance leaving little to the impression.

The drive was silent as he rounded corners like he knew LA by the back of his hand. The radio was untouched and his phone didn't buzz once. The car slid onto the sidewalk easily, the bus stop in sight.

Suprisingly, he made the gentlemanly effort to exit the car and open the door for you. "I hope the night finds you well and safely." he bowed his head slightly, watching you walk away with a short smile of appreciation.

You walked past the bus stop, having no money to fund your fare. Maybe this street would bring you some luck.

"That's not the bus stop." a voice sounded, the same voice. Louder than your entire time spent together. You turn, and he's still there. Stood beside his car, the moonlight emphasising his dark features and making his afro shine.

"Yea... I don't have enough money." you raised your brows in a manner that brushed it off. Shifting on your feet again, because it felt like the heels were piercing through the balls of your feet.

Neither of you broke eye contact, not when he stepped forward a few feet. "How much for an hour?" he asked, much quieter like it was something he didn't want to confess, a taint to his demeanour.

A smirk settled upon your face. "One-fifty." You closed the bridge, stepping closer to him until his cologne clouded you.

"May I have an hour please, ma'am." he asked, holding his hand out.

You nodded, taking his hand in yours. "Call me y/n." you smiled softly, paired with a flirty wink.

"Bishop."

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The drive to 'Bishops' place wasn't long, enough for you to try initiate conversation but not enough to dig deeply into him. His keys shuffled in the door before it clicked open, revealing a neat studio apartment.

The place was filled with brown leather and warm tones. A slight chill to the air though it suited Bishops mystery. A miniature poodle ran to the door with a bark and excited pant, spinning around at the sight of Bishop.

You raised a brow, not expecting the sight at all. Squatting down, you guestured a hand forward to allow the poodle to sniff and test you out before it came closer, accepting you into his house. "What's his name?" you laughed softly, stroking through the poodles curls.

"Snowflake." Bishop muttered, placing his keys down on the coffee table and slouching down onto the leather. Your eyes followed him, realising you were here for 'business' rather than to play with his puppy.

You crawled over, sitting yourself in-front of him between his manspread legs. Your cheek pressed to his knee, lashes fluttering. "Time is ticking y'know." you murmur, fingers pulling and pinching at the soft of his pants material.

"I don't intend to have sex with you." he muttered, looking down at your soft gaze, placing a hand on your cheek and stroking it a singular time.

Your brows pulled together, head tilting slightly further into his knee. "You hired a prostitute to... hang out with?"

His nostrils flared, the first mixed expression he's made. "Don't call yourself that." because as much as it was your society given title, he didn’t want to face his sin.

You kissed his thigh through his pants, soft kisses moving closer and closer to the part of man you've grown to know best. Your hand danced across his other thigh, stroking his zipper.

His breath noticeably shallowed and his thumb stroking against your cheek stopped. You pulled his fly and slipped the button from its place, glancing back up at Bishop to signal him to help pull his trousers down.

"There's no rush." he spoke, seemingly changing his mind about the 'no sex'. "You can stay the night."

You recoiled, jaw tensing softly. "The whole night? Sleep over?" you ask, and he nodded. "That'll cost you."

He nodded once more in a way that said 'I know'. "I'll pay, moneys no issue." he comforted, thumb pushing against the plush of your cheek.

A shift of time frame somewhat eased your mind, though staying the night was a first in your 'career'. You pulled his trousers down, facing the growing tent in his boxers as the night grew darker.

You felt his length within the rich cotton, watching it as it grew tall. With a soft swallow of your build up of saliva, feeling a more intimate closeness than other clients, you hooked your fingers on the waistband — thumb ticking over the embroidered words of 'Calvin Klein'.

His boxers sat at his knees after the painful moments of taking each others' essence in. The thick band and the cotton creating a border, preventing you from getting too close.

Your hand shook, hesitant before taking his length within your hold. He noticeably shuddered, though as you peered up his expression was twitching to stay contained.

Up and down, you stroked before bowing down, kitten licking around his tip which pulled a low exhale from Bishop. Gentle kisses and licks as you moved down his dick, all the way to the bottom before you dragged your tongue along his veins.

Bishop grunted, his knuckles pushing into the leather of the couch and turning white.

Hollowing your cheeks, you finally took him, slow and precise. Working your rehearsed magic as your  tongue swirled, hands stroking what was left in a tight, stimulating manner. His hand gripped the back of your head, fingers wrapping between your hair as he controlled the boos of your head. He head lolled back onto the couch, eyes screwed and stomach tight and tense.

"Fuck, you got a mouth on you." he grit, chest uneven as he breathed, allowing himself to feel you fully. Taking him, deep. His tip hitting the back of your throat as he pushed you down, your shaky hands gripping his thighs in a manner he knew left soft red marks — even through his trousers.

It didn't take long for the knot in his stomach to undo, beads of sweat kissed against his forehead, chest rising and falling in an off kilter pattern. Because you, the sight and the feeling, tainted him in such a way that it wouldn't take much for him to feel so largely.

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He had insisted you took his bed, deeming he had work to do but really he sat on his couch. The TV screen reflected the sight of him in the dark. Bishop felt he had a sense of disciplined self control, especially compared to his co-workers. But tonight he had crumbled. Gave in to a service his morales didn't sit with.

His fingers circled his rosary, the beads a familiarity to him. He fell asleep in silence, the coolness of the leather giving him an embrace full of mocking pity. As usual, he followed his routine.

Wake up at eight AM, pray, then shower until eight-thirty. He stood in-front of the mirror, picking through his afro that had speckles of water throughout. His towel wrapped tightly around his hips.

Peering through his bedroom door, you were still knocked out cold. Cocooned within his blankets and your hair spread across the silk pillows. It made him wonder when you last slept in a bed so comfortably, or was it more of a mind thing? Was your environment not a place to sleep in?

He placed his rosary on the kitchen counter, making his breakfast doubled. Eggs, faux bacon, two slices of toast and sliced avocado.

His watch read nine thirty by the time you yawned and made the effort to slip out of bed, a plain white tee covering your torso with basketball shorts grazing your knees. Your hand ran through your hair, now in its more natural state after a night of tossing and turning to your own will.

"I made breakfast. If you don't like it I'm happy to order something for you." he spoke up, eyes unmoving from the book he read — the cover custom and blank. His life crafted to be blank.

"Thank you." you smile softly, voice quiet from your slumber. You crouched within the dining chair sat opposite Bishop. The food was slightly cold, though at least you had breakfast, and it was cooked to perfection.

Breakfast washed over you in peace, an R&B melody playing from the radio in the kitchen. An untraceable, old fashioned man, you observed. "I was thinking, you can just owe me three hundred for the night." you shrugged, avoiding eye contact and picking at the leftover bacon slice.

Because you hated goodbyes.

"That's not 150 an hour." he mused, eyes glancing up at you and your hesitant state. Normally he'd roll his eyes at your leg propped up on the chair and elbow on his glass table — though he said nothing. Instead, he pulled his wallet from his back pocket like he'd been waiting for the moment and placing a band on the table. "I figured you'd like me to pay cash."

You couldn't help but stare at the wad of cash sat on the table, tied politely with a rubber band. The most amount of money you'd ever received for your deeds.

"I was also wondering how much would it be to keep you for the week?" he asked, the same tone as proposing coffee over a catch up. Your eyes connected, and deep within the walls he had built, you couldn't find any joking manner within there.

EUPHORIA…

⌖ rue bennett

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⌖ maddy perez

⌖ bishop

𝄞 KISSMET, in which bishop finds you wandering the streets alone and can’t help but pay your price.

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⌖ nate jacobs

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"So, is he like a pimp?" You asked, pushing your hair back from where it had whipped into your face by the wind.

Rue coughed and choked on her own saliva momentarily, hitting her chest to return back to her feigned usual self. "Nah... nah... he just owns the club." she shrugged, glancing towards you before back to the road, though you didn't miss her flickering eyes.

You'd made the effort to get dolled up for the night, not having been to a party for years. Not finding the time nor social circle to provide you with one. Tiny leather shorts that skimmed the curve of your ass, a mesh white top that wasn't the most opaque material along with cute black heels. Smoky makeup that said more than enough to walk into a room with purpose.

And Rue couldn't stop looking.

"So, uh... who have you been hanging around with since school?" she cleared her throat, narrowing her eyes to look anywhere but your face or tits.

You pursed your lips with a small shrug. "Not really anybody... I had a bit of a fling in college but he turned out to be a dick. I've just been keeping quiet... what about you?"

Rue could tell you about how Jules has a condo in her mind, or those few girls on her dealing trips for Laurie and Alamo. "Not really anyone... I mean I see all our friends but, not anything romantic." she laughed awkwardly, pulling a giggle out from your lips to.

Her car flung itself up the winded hill that cascaded to Alamos mansion, causing a dragged out sound of awe to leave you. It was truly a beautiful mansion, wooden and gold in all the rigjt places. Music boomed from inside, numerous cars parked in an unorderly manner out the front.

Rue joined the mess of a make shift car park, turning the engine off and letting out a small breath. "You ready?" she quirked a brow, watching as you nodded and stepped out the car.

She reached over to the glove box, taking out a blue fanny pack and sliding it around her waist as she stepped out the car. Rue sported her usual jorts, though had a clean black vest top tonight rather than a beat up flannel.

You linked your arms as she lead you inside, glancing at the full bag though not mentioning it. Rue walked inside with no hesitation, nodding at a tall, lanky man who displayed zero expression. You have him a smile, deeming he seemed sweet enough to accept it or at least to get on his good side.

"This is awesome. You must be making a bag working for him." you claimed, eyes roaming the art ridden walls and people who crowded the house.

People danced everywhere, moving through the house in conversation and a wave of a high. Smoke danced high in the air, creating a cloud around the high ceilings. "I mean, I guess?" she questioned herself, leading you deeper into the party. "I need to go see Alamo, but let me introduce you to the girls." she whispered in your ear, leaning down so you could hear her over the beat.

You shifted from linking arms to holding her hand as she lead you to the bar, a beautiful blonde girl dancing on top of it with a few other girls surrounding her with their phones out, laughing and cheering.

"Ay! Magick!" Rue yelled, tapping the girls shoulder. She spoke to 'Magick', nodding her head towards you where you suddenly felt out of place — your makeup only making a facade rather than giving you a personality.

"How you know Rue?" she asked you, a twang to her accent that you recognised before falling into a conversation with her. Her arms wrapped around your shoulder as she introduced you to the other girls who all seemed to work at the club.

The girls were all more than welcoming, helping you to a drink and a dance. And slowly, you seemed to loosen back into your high school self. Sipping the alcohol and embracing the burn it sent to your throat, swaying your hips to the beat and being spun around by 'Tish' — who had been dancing on the bar.

"No reason to be scared of Alamo, he doesn't make a mess if he has no reason to. Deja que su personalidad tome el control." Magick rolled her eyes, passing you the joint she had been smoking on as you asked her about Rues boss.

You happily accepted the weed, taking a deep inhale and smiling at the quality of it. "Yea, I suppose... well, he's not come up to me anyways." you shrug, exhaling the substance out the side of your smudged lips.

She snorted, quipping the roll up from your fingers. "He probably thinks you work for him, but he wont come near you if I'm here anyways. Él sabe que puedo ser violento." she giggled quietly to herself.

You returned the laugh, looking around the party as you settled into yourself. A high dancing around your mind and letting you melt into the atmosphere like you belonged here.

Rue moved through the crowd, exchanging pill for cash as she worked her way through. She wondered where you were, feeling guilty for leaving you with strangers all night but money calls — more so Alamos in control.

Though her eyes roamed and soon enough she spotted you. Leant against the wall sat next to Magick, eyes low and on her as she had stopped in the midst of the crowd. Smoke swirled around your figure like a taunting frame, eyes low in focus and the cool light shining from LED strips hitting you like there was something to prove.

You stood, excusing yourself from the smoke session and making your way closer to Rue with a flicker of change in mind about joe you saw your old friend.

Her hair was unruly from where she'd been tying it up and down throughout the night, her arms glistened with a slight sweat and her figure was highlighted in the tight vest top she wore.

"You okay?" she stuttered slightly, look at you as you approached and studying her figure, causing her to gulp.

You nodded slowly, eyes making their way higher before locking eyes with the mixed girl. "Can we go somewhere quiet? It's too loud in here." you asked, stepping forward as if to urge her to make the move, fluttering your lashes in a manner that left words unsaid.

Her mind racked ideas of places she could take you, ultimately falling on the idea of her car. She nodded in a way that appeared as though she was uncertain of herself, nodding forward to make the move.

You followed her, eyes on her shoulders as she walked, guiding you through to the front of the house once again and out to the bundle of cars thats metal reflected the moon.

The car was cool as you slid into the backseat, Rue following you on the opposing side and your doors clicking shut in unison. You leant back into the seat, closing your eyes and letting the air poke your body. A contrast from the hot feel of bodies clashing in a dance.

"You good?" Rue seemed to repeat her words, looking at you with parted lips.

You rolled your head, half your face resting against the plush of the chair as you stared her down. "Y'know... you're not good at hiding it." you murmur.

She swallowed, looking down at her hands as she picked at her nails. "What?" she laughed awkwardly, feigning ignorance.

"You don't feel any way towards me?" you whisper, placing a palm down on the seat as though to crawl closer. "You don't look at me and think other things?" you question, a facade of innocence playing at your brows pulled together.

Rue pressed her tongue to the front of her teeth, hesitant as she met your following gaze. "Have you ever even been with a girl?" she questioned, trying to laugh the matter off, telling yourself you were a shot too deep.

You shook your head softly, then faster, inching closer to her. "You can show me though? Take me through it?" as you talked, not thinking through anything apart from the mission of making Rue yours — or becoming Rues' for that matter — you seemed to recollect why you don't drink anymore.

Rue sucked a deep breath in as you crawled an inch closer, before diving into your lips in a messy format. Her hand grabbed your jaw, pulling you up to sit on your knees and gaining an equal height. It quickly got messy. Your lipstick smearing down to the side and noses crashing.

In all the years you'd pass Rue in the halls or see her out of her mind on opioids, you never thought you'd be inching close enough to almost be grinding on her knee.

She pushed her thumb into your jaw, causing your lips to part and her tongue having a gateway in. It was messy, a mix of saliva with some drooling out the dance. Rue leant closer, her free her gripping your hip like a lifeline.

Both your hands rest on the denim on her thighs, arching closer yourself. She pulled for air, teeth taking your lip in a pull as she moved back with a fast moving chest. A soft whine left you at the lack of her, and a fire ignited in her soul for the sound.

"You like that?" she asked in a pant, ducking to lick the side of your neck before pinching the flesh with her teeth. Another soft whine left you, your hands moving to grip her shoulders for a sense of reality. Rue laughed softly, finding a quirk about you.

In a swift movement, she held your ass and pulled you onto her lap, lips unmoving from your throat as she made love to the quickly bruising flesh. Your hands ran through her hair, nails pressing into her scalp.

Rues hands moved, pinching your hips, waist, and slowly finding your small laced bra. One of her hands kneaded into the flesh, massaging it which made your hips roll and a quiet groan to leave your lips.

"Shit." you exhaled, tilting your head up to provide more room for Rue to work as you looked at the moon through the roofs skylight window. Your hips lolled back and forth, grinding deep to push and encourage the girl you were sat on.

Her hand crept to your back, feeling the lining of your spine before unclasping your bra and letting your tits free from its tight hold. Though she was only quick to replace them, moving back from your neck and messily removing your top.

Her eyes flickered between your chest, her hands shakily coming to hold both like she was being blessed. Then she leant forward, soft kisses to your collar bone before she moved lower. It changed the pace of the prior dry hump, now slower and more appreciative.

In attempts to respect the atmosphere, your hips slowed, though you still chased a friction and your painting between leather weren't the best of help. "Rue, please." you whimpered, chest rising and falling as her lips caressed your breast.

She nodded in acknowledgment of your words, though didn't respond, her lips wrapping around your hard nipple as her hand pinched the other. The music from the house was still in range, filling the silence that otherwise wouldn've felt like torture with the way your stomach was twisted.

With her free hand, it caressed your side, moving down in a slow and gentle manner, reaching your hip and stroking against your waistband. With blind eyes she slipped the button of the shorts, sliding her hand inside which prompted yours fly to fall down like dominos.

Her hand was cold against your now exposed skin, your g-string not doing much hiding. Her eyes flickered open at the touch of lace, moving her lips to suck on your chest again. Though her fingers moved, pulling the lace out of its obstructive way and slipping a long finger inbetween your folds.

A loud gasp left your lips, the action to sudden. The feel of her cold, metal ring hitting the slick wetness that had built up in all the tension. "So wet from all this kissing, huh?" she slurred against your skin, her singular finger running up and down before she slipped another in, running a ring around your clit in a teasing manner.

You squirmed, arms flying up and holding the ceiling of the car in any attempts to ground yourself without holding her and disturbing the soft bites she was leaving on your boobs. Your hips moved without much thought, riding onto her fingers, her ring bumping your clit which received a drag of a moan out of you every-time.

Her fingers explored, easily sliding into your cunt due to the slick buildup. Rue let out her own chuckle, feeling the pure pulse and pushing her fingers in and out before retracing them as a whole, letting your panties move to an uncomfortable position and you lonely.

"No! No! Please don't stop." you sobbed, pushing your face in her neck as kissing her pulse as though to convince her to stay.

Rue chuckled, admiring her wet fingers under the moonlight before she pulled you back. She helped adjust you, moving you off her lap and back into the middle seat. Her thumb grazed your lips again, slowly pushing past before switching to her soaked fingers, pushing them hard on your tongue.

And of course you obeyed, sucking hard on her fingers as you looked deep into her eyes. "Turn around." she demanded, a shift to her tone as she retracted her fingers once more with a bit more effort this time — a pop leaving your lips.

With another pout and a whine of emptiness, you did as she said, because Rue was technically the pro at this. You'd been with guys before, but you didn't really know how any of this girl on girl stuff worked.

As you rested your forehead against the bottom of the window, your still clothes ass in the air, you heard a rustle and few curses from Rue. Though soon enough, her fingers hooked your leather shorts and pulled them down with such a force you knew she needed this just as much as you.

With the drivers window still slightly ajar, a soft breeze hit your exposed pussy which almost sent you crazy — along with Rue swiping another longer finger through your folds. "Fuck, you're so pretty. Y'know, I've always wondered about you. If you'd give a girl a chance, if you'd let me fuck you like this." she rambled to herself almost, adjusting her position behind you, and thats when you felt a thickness prod against your entrance.

You looked back past yourself, seeing Rue waist down naked herself with a strap on. It was an average size, nothing dramatic, thick enough you knew there'd be a few strokes of pain. Though the sight of it paired with Rue and the slight beads of sweat on her forehead was almost enough to send you pushing yourself back onto her.

"Please, you can fuck me, please." you nodded, returning back to looking down and preparing yourself. She grunted, and you felt the steap prod you some more before breaking the threshold.

You gasped as it entered, stretching you enough to send your eyed rolling back. Rue entered slow and gentle, eyes on the your to keep herself in reality. She left an inch or two spare, letting you take deep breathes. "You okay? This too much for you, baby?" she almost cooed, causing you to shake your head repeatedly, drawing a smirk from her.

"No... no! Feels so good... mm... feel full with you Rue." you moaned, slurring and struggling to keep yourself up right. She began to move, pulling out gently before moving back in, more than satisfied with the state she'd created.

Legs shaking and moan after moan creating a melody for her as she watched the silicone move in and out of you. How wet the plastic was and how your cunt would greedily take it back in. She started slow but slowly increased her pace, gripping your hips as she moved.

The car rocked as did your body, brows drawn together as your own pornographic moans left you dazed. Rues hands moved to your hips, helping you push yourself pack onto the strap and match her rough pace.

"Look at you taking it so well. You my lil slut now, huh?" Rue grinned, watching as your ass slapped against her stomach. "You deserve this shit, tell me this what you want."

You nodded to her words, driving closer to the edge and just how sexy the scene was. "I want you! Want you to fuck me so good!" you moaned loud, your body moving with hers in a dance of energy and lust.

"This what you wanted, to fuck a girl? Mm? This what you expected? You like pussy now?"

All you could do was nod, pure bliss taking over as she slammed into you, hitting your walls deep. Her thumb crept and began to circle your clit fast again, causing you to fall closer yo the edge.

"Ma! Imma cum! Just like that, please!" you slurred further, feeling the euphoria surge through you as you screamed in release, your juices leaking onto the strap as Rue stroked through you through it.

The both you panted as your movements came to a slow stop, your forehead resting against the cool, yet fogger up window and Rue slipped out of you and removed the strap from her person.

She reached into the trunk, finding a spare shirt to clean your pussy up with — because it's the thought that counts. The cotton shifted through your folds and down your thighs, swiping away and excess of your release.

"Mm... what about you?" you asked, shifting to sit down on the backseats as your body felt heavy and your legs were to shaky to stay on all fours.

Rue shook her head, brushing your hair from your glistening face. "Don't worry bout me... that was more than enough." she cooed, encouraging you to lay down on the seats and pulling her own shorts back over, shooting Alamo a text she wont be returning inside. "You want me to take you home?" she asked.

You blinked, eyes becoming slow as your adrenaline fell. "Can I come to yours? Probably closer..." you murmured, falling asleep swiftly as Rue climbed to the drivers seat and turned on the engine, looking back at your sleeping figure and smirking to herself after witnessing the hottest scene front row.