Pretty Woman Attoye AU
Watched pretty woman last night and can not believe i forgot how good it is. There will be a part 2 and maybe 3. Enjoy love 🙃
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She should’ve worn stockings atleast but sneaking out of her apartment to avoid the landlord had been the only occupying her brain when she escaped down the fire escape. It was 45 degrees, windy, and not the ideal night to try and make her rent. But as always, Okoye had no choice.
“I’m fucking freezing.” She grumbled at Nakia as she shivered in her faux fur, her heeled boots shuffling along the graveled sidewalk.
“You wanted to be out here all late.” Nakia lit a cigarette with a scoff. “Not my problem.”
“But it sure is your fault. Had you not smoked our money away I wouldn’t have be here! We live in California for fuck sake so when has it ever been this cold!”
Nakia sucked her teeth, letting the cig rest between her lips as she picked at her afro. “You know you’re really uptight lately, Ko. Chill the fuck out. You’re hot as fuck and if you got rid of that tired ass dress, you’d make twice the rent in 20 minutes.”
Okoye crossed her arms over her chest, scaling a look down her attire. “Fuck is wrong with my dress?”
“Nothing…if you a 1997 hooker.” Nakia chuckled, picking at the loose fabric of the mini dress; black, lacy, and barely covering anything past her ass. “How long you had this thing huh?”
“Go to hell.” Okoye rolled her eyes and turned back to the street, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she did.
It was so grimy on the boulevard. Okoye often found herself itching to get past the streets that made up her life. Whenever she tried, there seemed to be an inevitable force that pulled her back and pushed her flat on her ass.
“I mean-“ Okoye cringed at the drunk group of boys that whistled at her as they passed. “Don’t you want to get out of here one day?”
“Here we go..” Nakia took a hit and slumped against a traffic light pole. “Get out of where Okoye!? Where would we go worth anything?!”
The woman huffed as she opened her mouth to speak again but was abruptly cut off by a roaring engine coming to a stop, right where she was standing.
She peered down at the car, pitch black and windows tinted the darkest they could go. Way too expensive a car for the person to live around here.
Tentatively, she walked up to the window, tapping on the glass softly.
It rolled down only half way, revealing a man, looking quite distressed and disheveled. In need of some help she presumed.
“You lost, baby?” Okoye softened her voice as she took her estimate of the man. He wore a suit, his hair back into a ponytail and his cologne seeping out, invading her nostrils. Obviously, he knew how to spend a dime based on the car alone. He was a goldmine.
“Uh- yeah.” The lost one tried his best to keep eye contact with Okoye as her breasts nearly spilled from her bra. “How do I get to Beverly Hills?”
“Oh I can show you. Let the window down some more.” Her red lips parted revealing the smile that seduced and tempted many before him.
“I won’t be doing that. Just point me in the right direction? My phone is dead and this gps is sending me into circles.” He huffed.
Okoye shared a glance with Nakia, who watched the interaction with a smirk on her lips.
“Fine. I’ll show you for five bucks.” She offered.
“No-“
“Price just went up to ten.” Okoye sucked her teeth and the man scoffed.
She leaned her body quite comfortably on the car, running her hand across the roof in awe as she waited his answer.
With a groan and a roll of his eyes, “20 bucks.”
Nakia let out a snicker and Okoye ducked her head to the window again. “For 20, I’ll show you step by step.”
She tugged on the passenger handle and invited herself into the vehicle where her body was enveloped in heat and she let out a soft moan, barely noticeable to the man beside her.
“Here.” He pulled a 20 out of his pocket and Okoye made a show of stuffing it into her bra, adjusting her cleavage extensively.
“Turn right on this corner.”
Okoye reached to rest her hand on the nape of his neck but he flinched away rather harshly. Sensitive much, she thought.
“Look I really just need directions.”
“And I’m giving them to you. Besides, you haven’t paid me nearly enough to really get up to something. Make a left here.”
He was tan, strong features and a hint of stubble growing on his chin. The look of concentration on his face made her gush with arousal. Fuck rent, she’d let him hit for free.
The way he shifted in the chair, squaring his shoulders and adjusting his position at least every 30 seconds. His head grazed the ceiling of the vehicle, roughing up his ponytail just a bit.
“This isn’t your car.” Okoye chuckled at how uncomfortable he seemed in it. His brows furrowed as he glanced at her.
“No. It’s not. It’s a friend’s.”
“You still rich like him though?”
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You really are all about the money huh?”
“You come from where I do and you gotta be.”
A moment of silence as he recognized the gap between them. Here he was, waltzing out of his own party, pissy about a breakup and she was fighting for her life on the streets, selling her body just to live.
“What’s your name?” He asked curiously, his thighs flexing when she grazed her nails over the one closest to her, teasing.
“What do you want it to be?” She smirked.
“Seriously?”
“Well if you’re not gonna fuck me, I could at least have some fun right?”
He approached a red light, taking the idle state of the car to give her a disbelieving look. Okoye sucked her teeth, removing her hand from his space again.
“Ko-ko.”
“No. Its not.” He squinted his eyes as the light changed.
“How you gonna tell me what my name is?” She grew rather irritated of his arrogance.
“What’s the name on your lease, your fucking taxes? What’s the name your parents called you growing up?”
“Bold of you to assume I have parents anymore.”
Another awkward wedge between them and a tense silence as she told him to turn again.
Okoye chewed on her lip as the neighborhood got nicer and the people walking the streets started to reduce. It never really occurred to her that rich people preferred the daytime. “Okoye. You?”
“Attuma.”
“Where the hell does that come from?”
“Don’t know. I don’t think it fits me anyway.”
The car squealed to a stop in front of the hotel he stayed. Shifting the gear in park with a soft sigh, he looked her over. Her legs were crossed as her foot tapped nervously against the floor.
“You’ll be okay?”
“Mhmm.” She spared him a small smile.
“Catch a taxi back to your place?”
“Well, back to the corner at least. You only gave me 20 bucks after all.” She opened her door, stepping out into the cool air again with a groan.
A bittersweet departure it would be and she would only get away with enough money to catch a ride back to the gutter. She almost felt pitiful.
Attuma stepped out of the car as well, a valet eagerly grabbing the keys from his hands.
“How much do you make a night? On average.” He prompted
“100 an hour..” Okoye shrugged, taking her phone out of her pocket.
Attuma couldn’t believe the wave of sympathy that came over him. God, just look at her. Skimpy thin material barely covering the expanse of her legs, her boots worn down and she was still shivering in her excuse for a coat.
“How much for you to stay the whole night…in the hotel?”
“With you? Yeah right. I think I’ll save myself the humiliation.” She scoffed, turning her attention back to her device. Maybe she could walk.
“We can go through the back?”
“Even worse.” Okoye scoffed, sending a quick text to Nakia and letting her know there will be updates. “400 dollars the whole night. You give me that coat to wear so the fact that I’m a whore won’t be obvious.”
With a nod, Attuma shrugged his coat off, draping it over her shoulders. She slid her arms through and tied it to her waist, snickering at how large it was compared to her.
“You are quite the man, Attuma.”
“You have no idea.”
———
His room, the penthouse, was unlike anything she had seen before. It was clean, there was room to breathe. Most of all it was huge and easily costed more than she could dream.
Attuma watched as she explored every inch of the room, laughing as she insisted on inspecting the corners for rat holes just so she could point out a flaw.
“Champagne?” He held up the bottle of bubbly liquid and a bowl of strawberries.
“Allergic to strawberries, don’t drink on the job.”
“You’re not on the job yet.” Attuma popped the bottle anyway, dumping the bowl of strawberries to the trash. He filled two glasses as she shedded her shoes and coat, just left in her dress hiking up her thighs as she sat on the bed, legs crossed.
“Here.” He handed her a glass. She took it cautiously, inspecting the liquid with a keen eye.
Attuma sipped at his glass and Okoye sat with hers.
“I appreciate this whole seduction thing you got going on but trust me, you put that money right between my tits and I’m a sure thing. What size condom you wear?”
Attuma couldn’t help but laugh as he set his glass down. He tugged at his ponytail, finally letting his hair free to fall where it felt. He loosened his tie and dropped his jacket, not breaking the eye contact with the Okoye.
“How about we talk a little bit more?” He popped the buttons to his sleeves, rolling them up to his forearms.
“When do I get my money?”
“Okoye-“
“Uh Uh. You can’t do that. It ain’t right!” Okoye shot up from the bed, resting her hands to her hips.
“I have to pay you to talk to me before you try to hop on my dick?”
“Yes. You paying for the whole night and trust me Mr. man I meant the whole night. Talking and sappy shit included.”
Okoye held her hand out to him as they stood chest to chest. He smelt so good she could just melt. Attuma scoffed, picking up his jacket and going for his wallet.
He pulled out four crisp hundreds, straight out the bank. Okoye beamed, crumpling the money and stuffing it into the side of her bra.
“What do you want to know?”
“Where are you from?” He leaned forward, taking in her faint vanilla scent.
“Oh for fuck sake.” She rolled her eyes, plopping her ass back onto the bed with a bounce.
“No don’t act like that. I paid you. Talk.”
“Brooklyn.”
“How long in California?”
“Long enough. What do you do to get this rich?” Okoye fired back.
“I’m asking the questions.”
“I have a feeling you do that a lot. Stay in control. You like being in control…daddy?”
“Stop.” Attuma crossed his arms across his chest, his muscles bulging as he flexed them sub consciously
“Why? Is it working?”
“Okoye-“
“Quit saying my name like that!”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m in trouble or something. You say it right or you don’t say it at all!”
Attuma took a breath. Did he have to pick up such a difficult woman. “Alright. I’m sorry. I-I just don’t do this.”
“Take directions from prostitutes and take them back to your hotel for the night.”
“Exactly.”
“There’s a first for everything. Just like this is the first time I actually want to suck a customer off and he won’t let me.”
“You really want to?”
“So badly.”
Attuma made work on his belt and pants, dropping them to his ankles as his hard on peeked past his boxers.
“Well isn’t that just delicious.” She smiled and dropped to her knees, crawling up to him and gripping the length through his boxers.
“I think I hit the jackpot.” She giggled, tugging down on the elastic. “Now, don’t pull too hard on my hair.”
“Got it.”
She made quick work to cover him in her smeared lipstick and saliva as she kissed down his expanse. A moan left her lips as she captured his tip, sucking softly.
Okoye could feel his body tense when she took him deeper, nose nuzzling against his pelvis as she rested there. He hadn’t grabbed her yet, resorting to clenching his fists at his side for the moment.
“Shiiit.” He groaned as she swallowed around him, her hands resting on his thighs to ground herself.
Bobbing her head up and down, she hollowed her cheeks and stroked what she couldn’t reach. Spit dribbling down from her lips and makeup smearing his cock from tip to base.
Sloppy and wet sounds filled the hotel room as Okoye found joy in sucking him to climax
She moan softly around him sending a vibration through his bones and making his knees weak. Finally, Attuma reached for her head, forcing her down until she gagged and sputtered around him. His moan was loud and pornographic. Okoye squeezed her thighs together as another pool of arousal warmed her belly.
Never had she gotten the chance with someone so sexy let alone just as rich. It made her pussy throb with need because if his ability in bed matched his wallet, she was fucked.
“Fuuck…God where do you learn this stuff?” Attuma grunted, his grip on his head tightening with every soft whine that left her lips
Okoye focusing her attention on his tip, red and leaking with precum.
She sucked him hard as her hands covered the rest. His stomach caved in and he braced his hands on the table beside him.
“Holyyy fuuck! You gonna make me cum!” His eyes screwed shut as a vein popped from his neck.
She let him up with a pop and a smile. “Give it to me daddy..” Not a another word before he covered her face in the thick white substance. She stroked him lazily to the end, smearing his seed across her lips for a taste.
He slumped against the table as his chest heaved. Okoye giggled. “Come on, let’s get it up again.”
“No..do not touch me you demon.”
“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already, Mr. man.” She rose to her feet and pulled her dress off.
“Look, It’s been a while.” Attuma opened his eyes to find spots in his vision.
“How long of a while?” Okoye wrapped her arms around his torso and pressed her self against him. He grunted at the contact, holding his hands up in surrender.
“Years. Alright?”
“No one to do it with?”
“No I’ve been busy.”
The woman sighed, letting him go reluctantly. He tugged his pants back up as he relished in how light he felt.
“Hm.” Okoye pulled her dress back over her body and went to retrieve her shoes.
“You can still stay the night.” He offered, letting himself plop onto the bed.
“So you can leave me horny and empty. No thanks.” She shrugged her coat back on and adjusted her hair.
“Stay Okoye! Do not walk out that door.”
Okoye rolled her eyes. Her mind was telling her to go. Take the money and get the fuck out of here right now. But the bed..had she ever slept on something so comfortable and soft?
“Let me use your tub in the morning.”
“Okay.”
