fic - hooker
fandom: the oc
title: hooker
rating: R for sexual situations, light on actual smut.
disclaimer: I don't own anything OC related.
author's note: Taken from a prompt book. Taylor POV.
Taylor finished pulling up her hose after her last appointment was over.
She smoothed down her dress and made sure she'd replaced the makeup that had smudged off during his requisite farewell blow job.
She smiled at herself in the mirror to check that she looked presentable and not 'just fucked' and picked up her purse.
She checked her account in her blackberry on the elevator ride down and was reassured that she had the best job in the fucking world.
She wasn't a whore. Well, not a cheap one anyway. And definitely not a crack whore, that was right out.
But she did get paid to entertain men, sometimes in a sexual way.
And her mother had always told her she wasn't good at anything.
But she'd proved that bitch wrong.
If she didn't hate Henri Michel so fucking much, she'd thank him for getting her started in her career.
She had to focus, though, since she was spending her weekend with her favorite 'trick'.
He'd been hiring her for a couple of years now. And while the sex was some of the best she'd ever had, he liked her to go to business parties and public places so he wouldn't look pathetic when he was making appearances.
He was some big-shot architect that was notoriously private so she felt special being chosen by him.
He was sweet and nice and one of the few tricks she'd actually open mouth kiss. He liked kissing and cuddling more than the actual sex.
He was the only trick that she initiated sex with.
It just seemed wrong for him to pay so much for her and not get fucked.
He was very attractive, too. Muscular and gorgeous. But he was so painfully quiet in public that it seemed hard for him to pick up girls. And because he was so rich, he'd said it was hard to find women that weren't just after his money.
At least she had a standard price.
She climbed into the limo and reapplied her lipstick just to have something to do other than stress about whether the neighbor would feed her cat tonight.
She had a good life. A rent-controlled penthouse apartment that was perfect. A cat that was fluffy and loved her unconditionally. A bank account that would sustain her forever.
She had nice things and her bills were paid.
It was a good life.
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Taylor had never walked out of a job before.
But Julie hadn't called to fire her yet so she hoped she'd have a few more hours to freak out before she had to deal with the bitch queen.
She couldn't believe that her client had confessed that he liked her. Liked.
More than as a paid escort! Like a woman that he wanted to date!
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Real life was not like this.
She hadn't thought anything was going on when she got to the beach house. Candles and roses and a delicious meal…
Lots of her dates took her out first…but he'd made her dinner himself.
Oh. She was losing her edge.
She scrubbed her hands across her face. This was awful…Ryan was such a nice guy and he'd fallen for her, he'd broken the number one rule in her business.
Falling in love was not allowed!
And she couldn't get the image of his sad face watching her run away from him when he finished telling her that he was falling for her.
"Fuck!"
She couldn't see him again. Not now.
And that made her feel so much worse.
Her phone rang and she flipped it open.
She wondered how Vegas was this time of year.
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Taylor showed up in Julie's office the next afternoon composed and steady.
She wouldn't think about Ryan and she'd plead for severance pay when her boss fired her.
It wasn't her fault.
She liked Ryan, but not like a 'boyfriend'.
Taylor didn't do relationships anymore.
She'd married Henri her first year in college. It was only on their first anniversary that he introduced her to wife-swapping. Swinging. Orgies that ended up with her getting fucked by everyone in the room.
He toughened her up so when she found out he'd been making money off her 'normal social duties', she lost it.
She'd come home to Newport and her mother sent her to Julie for an interview as a finale insult.
But she'd made the best out of it and she was damned good at her job and she hadn’t done anything other than her job with Ryan.
Maybe Julie wouldn't fire her.
But all her optimism didn't pay off this time and she was back in her car within twenty minutes.
There was no such thing as loyalty in whoring.
But at least she had gotten her severance pay and had enough cash to give up work altogether.
She had a lot of regular customers other than Ryan and while she wouldn’t miss them, they'd definitely miss her.
Fuck Julie Cooper.
She'd blame Ryan, but it wasn't his fault he'd fallen in love with her skills.
He was such a sweetie and she hoped he'd get over her.
But now that she was unemployed, but rich, she was thinking that Vegas would be a good vacation.
She just couldn't get rid of that nagging prickle on the back of her neck that she was making the wrong decision.
She hadn't doubted herself since she walked out on Henri Michel.
She shook it off. She was paid up here for six months and she was going to the spa before she did anything else.
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She didn't hear from Ryan for a couple of months and when she did run into him for the first time outside of her 'old job', he was across the street with this bitch she knew from high school.
It didn't help that the skank was Julie Cooper's daughter.
That bitch had probably fired her so she could get her daughter's talons into Ryan.
She hadn't been this mad…ever.
She wanted to storm across the street and scratch the skinny slut's eyes out.
This didn't bode well for the naughty dreams she'd had about Ryan for the past couple of months.
Her time with him had been on the clock. She was a whore and he paid for the sex. She wasn't supposed to enjoy it other than as a job.
But she'd be damned if she'd let that skank Marissa fuck up Ryan's life like she'd fucked up so many others.
She waited until Marissa went into the Gucci store to approach Ryan.
She could totally be stealth. But she had to play it just right.
His bright blue eyes found hers immediately and he looked stricken.
"The woman you're with is a fucking skank. Here's my address," she said quickly, folding her card into his hand.
He was the first person she'd given her address to since she moved in. Everyone else had a PO Box.
She hurried away, but she felt his eyes on her as she turned the corner.
God, she was so stupid.
This was not on her current life plan flowchart.
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It took two weeks for him to show up at her door.
She felt like a teenager again and she fucking hated it.
She'd fucked this man many times and she knew him.
But this was different. This was…just different.
He didn't look the same, thought.
He was wearing a wifebeater and frayed jeans that hung low on his hips. And he needed a haircut but she couldn't deny that his hair hanging in his eyes made her want to push his face between her legs.
"Can I smoke in here? Cool," he said, striking a match with one hand and walking into her pristine apartment.
"I didn't know you smoked."
"Only on special occasions," he said.
She smelled the liquor in his wake and wondered how long he'd been drinking.
"And what's the occasion tonight?"
"It's my anniversary," Ryan said, grinning at her with a darkness that didn't match.
"Your anniversary."
"Five years ago, my wife took my son and ran off with her ex. So today's the day my life officially ended, I'm celebrating its memory," Ryan said, taking a long drag off the cigarette and turning around. "Nice place."
"Thanks," she said.
This wasn't turning out the way she planned.
"I guess I should apologize, right? For hitting on you without asking for a receipt?"
"It's against the escort rules to have a relationship with a client," Taylor said.
"I get it. But why didn't you just say you didn't want to quit your job?" Ryan asked. "I'm not a stalker, I wouldn't have pushed you."
"Because when you said it, I lost my job anyway," Taylor replied.
It took a moment for the impact of her words to reach her own brain.
"Oh. You didn't like me like that. Oh, I…wow. I was way off."
"What?"
"If you knew you were going to lose your job anyway, and you liked me at all, you would've stayed. Shit," Ryan said, breaking out in a harsh laugh.
She opened her mouth to reply but he was already walking out.
He hadn't been wrong about it. So she didn't chase after him.
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She'd been happy with her life. In enough ways, anyway.
But after Ryan had walked out on her, she felt the wounds she'd been trying to heal break open.
She was lonely. She'd been too busy trying to please her mother to make friends when she was younger. And she married the first man that gave her attention. And he'd turned her into a whore.
But Ryan…he'd liked her even though she was a whore.
And she'd blown it. Twice.
She knew she didn't deserve it, but she fucking wanted it.
Now that she knew he'd really meant his words - she knew she had to have it.
Ryan.
She spent the next two weeks tracking down his personal information and finally she had his address and his favorite order from the Thai restaurant across the street.
He might not be a stalker, but she had her moments.
He had a huge gate outside of his mansion though. Luckily, she spoke Thai and it opened as soon as she said the name of the restaurant.
She was intrigued by the elaborate front yard and the fancy sports cars parked out front.
She expected a butler to answer the door, but Ryan opened it and looked amazing in his jeans and nothing else.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked.
"I fucked rich men for money. I'm not supposed to care about them. I didn't even know I could anymore. I can't make excuses for what I did, but I can tell you that my life changed when you said you wanted to date me. You are the first person to think I was actually good enough to take out on a date and I honest to god didn't know what to do."
Ryan blinked at her.
"Then I saw you with that fucking gold-digging skank and I realized…that…if you like me, if you really meant what you said that I want to take my chance. I want you to take me out and I want to know your middle name and just…be with you."
He didn't say anything. But he didn't tell her to leave either.
"Bring the food in. Do I have to pay for it?" He asked finally, nodding toward the door.
"My treat," she said.
Had she really just babbled her guts out to him and got no reaction?
She looked around his impressive mansion and what she noticed first was despite the huge windows and the pretty lightbeams on the soft carpet; all the furniture was in shadows.
Was he a vampire or something?
There were no personal photos on the walls, only paintings and funky still photography.
She could usually tell a lot about someone from their house, but she wasn't sure she liked what she was learning so far.
Ryan was much…sadder than she'd realized before. Lonely.
"You must think I'm really sad to have to hit on a hooker to get a date," Ryan said.
"Well, is it sadder than being a hooker that will walk away from a man who'll actually date her?" she replied.
He looked at her a long time.
And then he smiled.
"Can I stay for dinner?" she asked.
"You can stay...as long as you want," he replied.
"Then let's eat," she said, her heart about to burst out of her chest.
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title: hooker
rating: R for sexual situations, light on actual smut.
disclaimer: I don't own anything OC related.
author's note: Taken from a prompt book. Taylor POV.
Taylor finished pulling up her hose after her last appointment was over.
She smoothed down her dress and made sure she'd replaced the makeup that had smudged off during his requisite farewell blow job.
She smiled at herself in the mirror to check that she looked presentable and not 'just fucked' and picked up her purse.
She checked her account in her blackberry on the elevator ride down and was reassured that she had the best job in the fucking world.
She wasn't a whore. Well, not a cheap one anyway. And definitely not a crack whore, that was right out.
But she did get paid to entertain men, sometimes in a sexual way.
And her mother had always told her she wasn't good at anything.
But she'd proved that bitch wrong.
If she didn't hate Henri Michel so fucking much, she'd thank him for getting her started in her career.
She had to focus, though, since she was spending her weekend with her favorite 'trick'.
He'd been hiring her for a couple of years now. And while the sex was some of the best she'd ever had, he liked her to go to business parties and public places so he wouldn't look pathetic when he was making appearances.
He was some big-shot architect that was notoriously private so she felt special being chosen by him.
He was sweet and nice and one of the few tricks she'd actually open mouth kiss. He liked kissing and cuddling more than the actual sex.
He was the only trick that she initiated sex with.
It just seemed wrong for him to pay so much for her and not get fucked.
He was very attractive, too. Muscular and gorgeous. But he was so painfully quiet in public that it seemed hard for him to pick up girls. And because he was so rich, he'd said it was hard to find women that weren't just after his money.
At least she had a standard price.
She climbed into the limo and reapplied her lipstick just to have something to do other than stress about whether the neighbor would feed her cat tonight.
She had a good life. A rent-controlled penthouse apartment that was perfect. A cat that was fluffy and loved her unconditionally. A bank account that would sustain her forever.
She had nice things and her bills were paid.
It was a good life.
-----------------------
Taylor had never walked out of a job before.
But Julie hadn't called to fire her yet so she hoped she'd have a few more hours to freak out before she had to deal with the bitch queen.
She couldn't believe that her client had confessed that he liked her. Liked.
More than as a paid escort! Like a woman that he wanted to date!
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Real life was not like this.
She hadn't thought anything was going on when she got to the beach house. Candles and roses and a delicious meal…
Lots of her dates took her out first…but he'd made her dinner himself.
Oh. She was losing her edge.
She scrubbed her hands across her face. This was awful…Ryan was such a nice guy and he'd fallen for her, he'd broken the number one rule in her business.
Falling in love was not allowed!
And she couldn't get the image of his sad face watching her run away from him when he finished telling her that he was falling for her.
"Fuck!"
She couldn't see him again. Not now.
And that made her feel so much worse.
Her phone rang and she flipped it open.
She wondered how Vegas was this time of year.
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Taylor showed up in Julie's office the next afternoon composed and steady.
She wouldn't think about Ryan and she'd plead for severance pay when her boss fired her.
It wasn't her fault.
She liked Ryan, but not like a 'boyfriend'.
Taylor didn't do relationships anymore.
She'd married Henri her first year in college. It was only on their first anniversary that he introduced her to wife-swapping. Swinging. Orgies that ended up with her getting fucked by everyone in the room.
He toughened her up so when she found out he'd been making money off her 'normal social duties', she lost it.
She'd come home to Newport and her mother sent her to Julie for an interview as a finale insult.
But she'd made the best out of it and she was damned good at her job and she hadn’t done anything other than her job with Ryan.
Maybe Julie wouldn't fire her.
But all her optimism didn't pay off this time and she was back in her car within twenty minutes.
There was no such thing as loyalty in whoring.
But at least she had gotten her severance pay and had enough cash to give up work altogether.
She had a lot of regular customers other than Ryan and while she wouldn’t miss them, they'd definitely miss her.
Fuck Julie Cooper.
She'd blame Ryan, but it wasn't his fault he'd fallen in love with her skills.
He was such a sweetie and she hoped he'd get over her.
But now that she was unemployed, but rich, she was thinking that Vegas would be a good vacation.
She just couldn't get rid of that nagging prickle on the back of her neck that she was making the wrong decision.
She hadn't doubted herself since she walked out on Henri Michel.
She shook it off. She was paid up here for six months and she was going to the spa before she did anything else.
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She didn't hear from Ryan for a couple of months and when she did run into him for the first time outside of her 'old job', he was across the street with this bitch she knew from high school.
It didn't help that the skank was Julie Cooper's daughter.
That bitch had probably fired her so she could get her daughter's talons into Ryan.
She hadn't been this mad…ever.
She wanted to storm across the street and scratch the skinny slut's eyes out.
This didn't bode well for the naughty dreams she'd had about Ryan for the past couple of months.
Her time with him had been on the clock. She was a whore and he paid for the sex. She wasn't supposed to enjoy it other than as a job.
But she'd be damned if she'd let that skank Marissa fuck up Ryan's life like she'd fucked up so many others.
She waited until Marissa went into the Gucci store to approach Ryan.
She could totally be stealth. But she had to play it just right.
His bright blue eyes found hers immediately and he looked stricken.
"The woman you're with is a fucking skank. Here's my address," she said quickly, folding her card into his hand.
He was the first person she'd given her address to since she moved in. Everyone else had a PO Box.
She hurried away, but she felt his eyes on her as she turned the corner.
God, she was so stupid.
This was not on her current life plan flowchart.
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It took two weeks for him to show up at her door.
She felt like a teenager again and she fucking hated it.
She'd fucked this man many times and she knew him.
But this was different. This was…just different.
He didn't look the same, thought.
He was wearing a wifebeater and frayed jeans that hung low on his hips. And he needed a haircut but she couldn't deny that his hair hanging in his eyes made her want to push his face between her legs.
"Can I smoke in here? Cool," he said, striking a match with one hand and walking into her pristine apartment.
"I didn't know you smoked."
"Only on special occasions," he said.
She smelled the liquor in his wake and wondered how long he'd been drinking.
"And what's the occasion tonight?"
"It's my anniversary," Ryan said, grinning at her with a darkness that didn't match.
"Your anniversary."
"Five years ago, my wife took my son and ran off with her ex. So today's the day my life officially ended, I'm celebrating its memory," Ryan said, taking a long drag off the cigarette and turning around. "Nice place."
"Thanks," she said.
This wasn't turning out the way she planned.
"I guess I should apologize, right? For hitting on you without asking for a receipt?"
"It's against the escort rules to have a relationship with a client," Taylor said.
"I get it. But why didn't you just say you didn't want to quit your job?" Ryan asked. "I'm not a stalker, I wouldn't have pushed you."
"Because when you said it, I lost my job anyway," Taylor replied.
It took a moment for the impact of her words to reach her own brain.
"Oh. You didn't like me like that. Oh, I…wow. I was way off."
"What?"
"If you knew you were going to lose your job anyway, and you liked me at all, you would've stayed. Shit," Ryan said, breaking out in a harsh laugh.
She opened her mouth to reply but he was already walking out.
He hadn't been wrong about it. So she didn't chase after him.
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She'd been happy with her life. In enough ways, anyway.
But after Ryan had walked out on her, she felt the wounds she'd been trying to heal break open.
She was lonely. She'd been too busy trying to please her mother to make friends when she was younger. And she married the first man that gave her attention. And he'd turned her into a whore.
But Ryan…he'd liked her even though she was a whore.
And she'd blown it. Twice.
She knew she didn't deserve it, but she fucking wanted it.
Now that she knew he'd really meant his words - she knew she had to have it.
Ryan.
She spent the next two weeks tracking down his personal information and finally she had his address and his favorite order from the Thai restaurant across the street.
He might not be a stalker, but she had her moments.
He had a huge gate outside of his mansion though. Luckily, she spoke Thai and it opened as soon as she said the name of the restaurant.
She was intrigued by the elaborate front yard and the fancy sports cars parked out front.
She expected a butler to answer the door, but Ryan opened it and looked amazing in his jeans and nothing else.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked.
"I fucked rich men for money. I'm not supposed to care about them. I didn't even know I could anymore. I can't make excuses for what I did, but I can tell you that my life changed when you said you wanted to date me. You are the first person to think I was actually good enough to take out on a date and I honest to god didn't know what to do."
Ryan blinked at her.
"Then I saw you with that fucking gold-digging skank and I realized…that…if you like me, if you really meant what you said that I want to take my chance. I want you to take me out and I want to know your middle name and just…be with you."
He didn't say anything. But he didn't tell her to leave either.
"Bring the food in. Do I have to pay for it?" He asked finally, nodding toward the door.
"My treat," she said.
Had she really just babbled her guts out to him and got no reaction?
She looked around his impressive mansion and what she noticed first was despite the huge windows and the pretty lightbeams on the soft carpet; all the furniture was in shadows.
Was he a vampire or something?
There were no personal photos on the walls, only paintings and funky still photography.
She could usually tell a lot about someone from their house, but she wasn't sure she liked what she was learning so far.
Ryan was much…sadder than she'd realized before. Lonely.
"You must think I'm really sad to have to hit on a hooker to get a date," Ryan said.
"Well, is it sadder than being a hooker that will walk away from a man who'll actually date her?" she replied.
He looked at her a long time.
And then he smiled.
"Can I stay for dinner?" she asked.
"You can stay...as long as you want," he replied.
"Then let's eat," she said, her heart about to burst out of her chest.
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