au hooker meme

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THE HOOKER AU MEME

CONTENT WARNING for prostitution, crime, dub- to non-con, kink.

INSTRUCTIONS: 1 - Post a comment with your character's name and canon. BE SURE TO INCLUDE YOUR PREFERENCES, including which role you'd like, what in particular you're interested in playing, etc. 2 - Comment around to others and play threads! 3 - Use Random.Org if you get stuck for ideas.

WHERE? Where do you look for business?

1 - STREET - You wait on the sidewalk, wink at the passing cars, dress yourself in revealing clothing and garish makeup. You don't cost much. Maybe you're desperate, or in debt, or your life fell apart. Maybe you're independent; maybe you have a pimp, and a quota to fill. Either way, you have to work hard for your living.

2 - HOUSE OF PLEASURE - It's a good life, isn't it? You have a place to stay, a roof over your head. You don't even have to leave the House -- or perhaps you're not allowed to. You could have a good madame, or a harsh one; maybe you can pick your clientele, even. If you cater to a certain odd set of tastes, though, you might not have a choice at all.

3 - TEMPLE - It is an act of worship, for you. Of piety. Sex is about fertility, the giving and receiving of energy, a sacred act. When you bed another, it is for the benefit of you both.

4 - IN PRIVATE - You're a call girl. An escort. You go to parties; you know how to speak the language of the rich and famous. You dress well, act confident, and know how to get what you want. You're a valuable companion, and they better be prepared to pay dearly for you, tonight.

5 - OTHER - For anything else you can think of!

WHY? Why are you hiring this particular person?

1 - CURIOSITY. Maybe you're bored, or you have a little extra money to spend, and you're up for a little experimentation.

2 - SECRETS. You need discretion; no one can know that you're cheating on your wife. Money is a good way to keep the both of you quiet.

3 - NEED. There's a desire you have that you can't satisfy any other way. Maybe it's your sexual orientation that you don't want anyone to know. Maybe it's something darker.

4 - THEY MADE ME DO IT. Some well-meaning friends, or business partners, have hired you a hooker for the evening. Better make the most of it.

5 - JUST THE SEX. You don't want the hassle of a relationship. You get your needs taken care of, and that's it.

6 - OTHER. For anything else you can think of!

Comments

[sardonicism]

Unconsciously, he licks his lips, needing half a second to mentally assess his heart-rate again. He knew it would be a concern, attempting to do this in the first place, but when he made the call, he thought that he had it under control, and he had. He just hadn’t been expecting to click with the woman he hired. But he has.

Bruce swallows against a suddenly dry throat, but he reaches for the zipper of her dress nonetheless. To do anything else would be seen as cowardly, perhaps even send the wrong message, and it isn’t that he doesn’t want to do this. Far from it. He pulls it down slowly, carefully, as though the dress is a fragile thing and to do it too fast will ruin it. It’s only when he reaches the bottom that he realizes that he’s holding his breath and exhales, silently cursing himself for being too awkward to be suave about this.

He’s not thinking when he reaches up to trace the curve of her spine through the opening of the dress with his fingertip. Just like he’s not thinking when he murmurs softly, “My god, you’re beautiful.”

[empiricaldoc]

Usually when Betty receives such a compliment, flattering as it may be, she has a tendency of letting it roll off her skin without much thought. Honestly, if she took to heart every kind, or unkind, thing her clients said about her, she wouldn't have made it in this line of work as long as she has. That being said, receiving such a compliment from Bruce is almost enough to make a soft flush rise in her cheeks. And the slide of his finger leaves an undeniable chill in its wake that shoots from the top of her spine to...well.

Well.

She drops her shoulders, allowing the straps of her dress to slide down and catch just before the bend of her elbows. "Thank you," she replies, her voice a notch above a whisper. "You're not so bad yourself."

That much is very true. Even his meek peculiarity is attractive, and she's starting to find it difficult to remember this isn't about her. No matter how badly she wants to steer him toward the bed and have her way with him...this isn't her evening.

And yet, she still isn't hesitating to press her luck. If she still has a room in the house after tonight, it'll be a miracle.

"May I kiss you?"

[sardonicism]

It may not have been his intention to speak his mind so openly, but once he has, he doesn’t regret it. She is beautiful, and while that’s likely something she’s heard a million times, Bruce doesn’t think it’s so terrible that she hears it again. He’s not expecting her response and he ducks his head in mildly shy embarrassment. Bruce may not be ugly, but he knows he’s at best average and at worst uninteresting.

Still, it’s nice of her to say so.

“Um…” Briefly, he closes his eyes, berates himself again for his lack of finesse. What he wouldn’t give, he thinks, for just a little bit of the charm so many men seem to possess. “Yes. I…”

He ghosts his palm over her bare shoulder, the touch barely there and wholly appreciative. Somewhere, he finds a spark of some kind of wit and repeats her earlier comment to him with a faintly teasing lilt. “Anything you like. Trust me, I’ll make it happen.”

[empiricaldoc]

She chuckles quietly, but genuinely, at his response, not because the statement is particularly funny, but because she likes the way he seems to defer to humor to cover up the uncertainty of his words and actions. However, humor aside, she does see the value in him playfully tossing her words back at her. It makes the situation a lot less like a business transaction and more like a sweet, natural intimate encounter that's unfolding on its own accord, even if he's still holding back just a little bit.

Her smile dims slightly when she frees an arm from the strap of her dress and reaches up to gently caress his cheek with the backs of her knuckles. He looks tired, both in terms of sleep deprivation and life experience. She wonders about the life he lives away from science - what his family is like, where he likes to go for vacation, and more importantly, who else besides himself is invested in his well-being? The answer to the latter should be obvious, considering he's spending the night with the likes of her, but she refuses to believe there isn't somebody meaningful in his life, whether he partakes in escorts or not.

All she can do is wonder. It certainly isn't her place to ask, and really, as far as tonight's concerned, she has the opportunity to be that somebody, if only in an artificial sense. However, when she finally closes the gap between them, catching his lips with hers, she does so with a softness that she didn't even know she possessed. She's surprised by how natural it feels, how the usual rigidity that comes from kissing a client is nowhere to be found. In short, kissing him is not only comes easily, but it's pleasant. Her fingers linger against his cheek for a moment before her hand drops to curve around the back of his neck, giving her the leverage to nudge into a more sensual kiss.

[sardonicism]

The last time he’s had something like this, Bruce can’t even begin to guess. It was a lifetime ago and it belonged to a man that he barely remembers anymore. Her touch to his cheek is so soft and gentle, a far cry from what the last handful of years have been comprised of, that he nearly closes his eyes. He doesn’t; he wants to see everything, preserve the memory because he has no idea when he’ll have something like it again, but he does lean forward slightly into the faint press of her knuckles.

He’s struck suddenly by the sense of standing on the precipice of some monumental decision, some critical moment in his life where he’ll look back later and know that this is where it all changed. He knows that it’s a melodramatic flight of fancy, the kind of irrational response that comes from a decade of forced celibacy. But he feels it nonetheless.

And when it breaks, when their lips meet, he allows himself to get swept away by it. Just for an instant, he stops thinking of heartrates and potential slips of control. He thinks only of the softness of her lips against his, of the faint scent of her shampoo and the way her seemingly flawless skin feels beneath his fingertips as he brushes them over her cheek. He kisses her like she’s fragile and precious; an unhurried, tender kiss that only begins to deepen when her hand curves against the back of his neck and draws him closer. It’s then that his lips part, then that his other hand rises to rest delicately against her waist.

Bruce can’t hurry this without risk of an incident, but even if he could, he wouldn’t. It’s just that kind of a moment.

[empiricaldoc]

Beautiful. If Betty had to describe the kiss in a word, that would be the one. And as soothing and natural as it feels, she can’t help the small part of her that also feels a bit out of her element. Her experiences with her clients are never beautiful. Even the sweetest, most tender clients don’t kiss her like this, and that’s even if they kiss her at all. She finds herself engaging in it longer than she should, taking the time to learn Bruce’s style - how his lips catch hers, where he rests his hands. It isn’t until she feels herself falling into the trap of progression, slipping her arms out of her straps and allowing her dress to pool at her feet, that she realizes she’s not out of her element. In fact, she’s so present in what she’s doing that there’s virtually no hesitation on her part when her hands move to the front of his pants, her fingers working on the fastenings in the same fluid manner as she had his shirt. She’s already taken this many liberties, why not take a few more?

She breaks away from the kiss, just barely, a small grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “You’re being far too kind to me,” she murmurs, a gentle warning more than anything else. “Keep it up and I’ll wind up taking control over your entire evening. And trust me, you do not want that.”