Yes, this is a story about prostitution. I couldn't resist... I kind of found the idea from this show that I am IN LOVE with. PLEASE POST ON THE THREAD SO I CAN WALL YOU WHEN I UPDATE. This is probably my last story here... Maybe not? Well, with that said, ENJOY! <<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>> Behind the walls of this Kappa house, there is a secret that runs deep into our history-one that could make or break us. Past the classy furniture and beautiful architecture of the building, there are illegal things happening behind each door. None of us were rich in the beginning. It is a dangerous business. The kind in which if it were to be revealed, our chapter would be shattered apart. This is the kind of secret that bonds us together, makes us sisters. We are a family. We don't regret. And most of all, we do not and will not talk. Ever. ~~~~<>~~<>~~~~ Who will I be accompanying tonight? I don't know. All I am aware of is that no matter how smoothly things have been going, I must be careful at all times. His name is Daniel Masters. Masters... Masters... Why does that name feel strangely familiar? I must be careful. My red heels click-clack against the hard cold alabaster tiles. A cool breeze hits my bare back. The black dress' scoop in the back goes lower than any father would allow and the teardrop shaped dip in the front leaves little to the imagination, yet I have class. The expensive kind. Heads of countless men turn to stare as I step foot onto the carpeting of Lola, the most high-end restaurant there is in the area. Only twice have I been here before. Whoever Daniel Masters is, he must be loaded. Could I have seen him on TV? It doesn't matter even if I did. Who will I tell? Nobody. The plus-ones of these distracted men follow their eyes to find me. Angry looks wash over every one of their faces. Some fold their arms, some pull the men's faces back towards themselves. No matter how often this happens, I am satisfied. These reactions tell me I am doing my job-and well at that. "Hello, may I help you?" The waitress' eyes roll up and down to get a full look at me. By the way her face contorts into a scowl, I can tell she isn't pleased with my presence. "Yes, I am with Daniel Masters." I reply smoothly. I must always wear this seamless mask at work. "What is your name?" She slurs out. "Blair, Blair Seymour." I say the name like it's some kind of nobel prize. I am confident, I am proud. She checks the guest list and affirms that I am who he is waiting for. "Come with me." The waitress finally acknowledges my superiority and speaks with more respect. As she asks me to do, I follow her through the dim-lit restaurant. I don't see any man that sits alone. We maze through all the tables and make it to a door with the same maroon shade and delicately painted grape vines that reach all the way out to the front entrance. This must be a coveted room. The door is too well camouflaged for it to be a coincidence. The girl, Bridgette, I read from her name plate, pushes in part of the wooden door, slides her fingers in the hole, and pulls. The door glides open. Bridgette signs a motion as to say, "go on in" and I do. My eyes snap towards Daniel Masters. Even his face is familiar. I can't put my finger on it, though. His eyes stayed stuck on my face and finally make a trip down and then back up again. He is pleased. I almost forget to smile. "Hey," Daniel greets warmly. "Hi, Daniel," I say back. "Please, call me Dan." He suggests. With that, I take a seat. Because the room was so dimly lit, I almost gazed over the elegant bed that sat behind Daniel. I take a long sigh. He's one of those, I think to myself. The food comes out almost instantaneously. It's a medium done steak with mashed potatoes and angel hair with marinara as sides. The fumes rise up to my nose and delicately dance over all my senses. "Blair?" Dan asks. "Yes?" I retort too quickly. Please don't ask for it. Not right now, I plead him silently. "Be comfortable." His eyes smile widely at me. As we eat, I find that he is funny-no, hilarious. He is more than that. He knows how to treat a lady and how to keep one. He slides his hand onto mine every now and then, but pulls away a minute later. Dan is a charmer, and I hate that I like it. The food disappears into my stomach too quickly. I can't get too comfortable, I remind myself. "Can I ask you something?" He says abruptly, with his million-dollar smile plastered onto his face. Oh, his smile, I sigh. I almost forget to reply. "Anything." I return the smile. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing something like this?" I am taken aback by this question. No client has ever asked me this. "I like people. I don't like commitment." I lie. What I really want to say is, 'I need the money. I have to get an education. I have to succeed. And sometimes, I like to think that I might find someone that will love me for forever,' But I don't. I cannot intertwine business with my personal life. I won't make that mistake again. "How much?" He asks smoothly "Enough to do what you want me to tonight." I recite my line. "And for how much?" "10,000 for the whole night, and if not 1,000 per hour." I know what numbers to call for each man's level. Daniel has a gold Armani watch. He can afford me without any issue. "No kissing on the lips." I add. I don't kiss. It's too personal. He grabs my arm roughly and puts his face close to mine and draws in. It takes me a second to register this. I take my left hand and slap him. "Oh, feisty." He plays it off. He is arrogant, and I love it. He gets up from his seat and pulls me up into his hold. Dan carries me to the bed. And drops me playfully. I let out a laugh, but I stop when he cages me with his body and grabs my arms. His lips are too near. I turn my head and they land on my cheek. Dan lets out a chuckle. His hands move towards my back and soon I am on top of Dan, caging him the same way. His fingers move hastily to unzip the back of my dress and they slide it off. I hold back his arms and kiss his neck gingerly and then roughly. I bend down and breath deeply in his ear. He lets out a sigh. He catches me off guard and my lips are pressed against his, but I can't stop. It is too sweet of a taste to stop. <<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>> You like? Again, please post if you read and liked so I can post on your wall when I update! Tell me what you think!
I don't think I like the present tense or the formality of it... She's definitely going to be less mathematical and more careless with friends and all that jazz.
Can I get a "WOOTWOOT"? I might update today but it's probably more likely that I'll do it tomorrow.