But It's Better If You Do Chapter 2
Title:But It's Better If You Do
Author:theystarted2fly
Pairing:Vam, Novak/OC
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: In a Helsinki brothel, Ville's best whore brings back two men for the night of their lives. One for her, one for Ville.
Disclaimer:I own Täthi and my damn dirty mind.
Comments would be repaid in Ben and Jerry's if the writer could afford it.
Try to tell me I don't own these streets; just try to tell me I don't. I dare you. I only look innocent; I've done things with guys twice my age you'd only see on the internet. The guys, they're not kidding when they say I'm the best. And I know I am too, cocky as it may sound I know it, I have regulars, always the sign of a great whore, she or he has customers who come back for more.
I know how fucked up this seems a 17 year old girl selling her ass on the streets, but it was either this or growing up in the foster care system. I chose to this life willingly. I guess I should explain myself, might as well since it'd make things so much easier. I'm an orphan, kinda, my parents threw me out when I was 15, I wandered the streets of Helsinki for about half a year before I met Ville and the guys. They found me on a corner doing what else? Whoring. I made the honest mistake of coming on to Ville, hell I didn't know he was gayer than rainbow; he sure as hell doesn't dress or act gay. He laughed it off, though; it was Linde who accepted the offer and Ville who decided to bring me into the brothel. We work at night, the day is spent resting and preparing for the night. I love what I do; I can't imagine why people want to be lawyers and doctors when you can get paid for sex. On the corner I saw Linde, wearing a trench coat, shredded to hell jeans, a Black Sabbath T-Shirt and high tops, smoking a cigarette. I walked over to him and kissed him tongue and all, out of all the guys who work at the brothel I'm sexually attracted to Linde the most probably because I fucked him first. He had a hand up my skirt and a hard on in his pants.
"Save it for your customers, or my dick, Täthi." He said grinning when we pulled away from each other.
"You want a blow job, Linde?" I asked him seriously.
"Depends, do you have time to blow me?" He asked, shaking some of his dreads out of face.
"Well, that depends on if your dick has been in another guy's ass." Linde, like the rest of us except Ville who's gay and Gas who's straight, is bi, so he rakes in a lot too bisexual whores usually do.
"Nope, pure pussy tonight so far. Three girls." He said. "How about you?"
"I just started; you're doing well though, considering it's early." I said taking the cigarette out of his hand and taking a drag. "Ville also wants me to go out and find him a honey too." Linde laughed and slapped my ass.
"Good luck with that" Linde said. "Now how about that blow job?"
"I'll blow you when we're in for the night." I said, smoothing out my skirt.
"I'll hold you to it, you little cocktease." He said kissing me again, and after a quick game of tonsil hockey we parted. I turned on the corner and kept walking I love doing this, I feel like a vampiress stalking her prey. And speaking of prey, I slip into the alley before they see me, two men, and I love threesomes, isn't this a score, hopefully they're not gay. I listen closely to their conversation.
"Dude I'm sorry you broke up with him, but he was an asshole." the thinner one exclaims.
"Yeah but I loved him." They both have blue eyes one guy has an arm filled with different tattoos and a beanie, the other has a rose tattooed on his hand and "No more fucking heroin" across his stomach. He was gorgeous, I wanted him. I waited until they passed the alley I hid before I struck.
"You need some dick, man, and I need some pussy, there's gotta be someone who could help." The straight one said. I spoke up.
"I can help you with that." They wheeled around. The heroin one smiled at me.
"Well, well what do we have here?" He said, taking, no more like drinking me in.
"Just your not-so-common whore." I shrugged, I'm very in-your-face about it.
"We're not interested." The one in the beanie said, turning to his friend. "Come on Novak; let's just go get plastered, this chick looks underage anyways."
"Oh come on, Bam would you rather relieve your sexual tension on this lovely Helsinki Goddess of the Night or waste it on Jack Daniel's?" He asked.
"I wouldn't relieve sexual tension on her because I'm gay, and she's probably 17." He countered. As soon as he said that, I wondered if Ville would like him. Maybe, he loved soothing the heartbroken ones.
"I have a friend that can help you with that, his name's Ville. He's the best pimp in the whole of Finland." I bragged, eyeing the one named Novak, I could tell he was getting turned on by me, and I liked it. His friend seemed adamant about not going anywhere with me. "And I just turned 18 too, I just look young, but trust me I'll do things to you you've only read about." I directed that to Novak, who grabbed Bam's arm and said.
"Come on man, she's 18, it's cool, and how old is this Ville?" He asked I twirled a finger in my hair and playing innocent, knowing full well that Novak had a raging hard-on for me.
"Ville is in his late 20's, early 30's. He's very legal." I said. Bam finally conceded.
"All right lead the way…er, what's your name?" He asked me.
"Täthi." I said simply. Novak stepped in.
"Well, Täthi, I'm Novak, but you can call me the Dream Seller." I grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and kissed him, letting my tongue dart expertly in his mouth before pulling away.
"The only one selling dreams tonight is me, darling."
Author:theystarted2fly
Pairing:Vam, Novak/OC
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: In a Helsinki brothel, Ville's best whore brings back two men for the night of their lives. One for her, one for Ville.
Disclaimer:I own Täthi and my damn dirty mind.
Comments would be repaid in Ben and Jerry's if the writer could afford it.
Try to tell me I don't own these streets; just try to tell me I don't. I dare you. I only look innocent; I've done things with guys twice my age you'd only see on the internet. The guys, they're not kidding when they say I'm the best. And I know I am too, cocky as it may sound I know it, I have regulars, always the sign of a great whore, she or he has customers who come back for more.
I know how fucked up this seems a 17 year old girl selling her ass on the streets, but it was either this or growing up in the foster care system. I chose to this life willingly. I guess I should explain myself, might as well since it'd make things so much easier. I'm an orphan, kinda, my parents threw me out when I was 15, I wandered the streets of Helsinki for about half a year before I met Ville and the guys. They found me on a corner doing what else? Whoring. I made the honest mistake of coming on to Ville, hell I didn't know he was gayer than rainbow; he sure as hell doesn't dress or act gay. He laughed it off, though; it was Linde who accepted the offer and Ville who decided to bring me into the brothel. We work at night, the day is spent resting and preparing for the night. I love what I do; I can't imagine why people want to be lawyers and doctors when you can get paid for sex. On the corner I saw Linde, wearing a trench coat, shredded to hell jeans, a Black Sabbath T-Shirt and high tops, smoking a cigarette. I walked over to him and kissed him tongue and all, out of all the guys who work at the brothel I'm sexually attracted to Linde the most probably because I fucked him first. He had a hand up my skirt and a hard on in his pants.
"Save it for your customers, or my dick, Täthi." He said grinning when we pulled away from each other.
"You want a blow job, Linde?" I asked him seriously.
"Depends, do you have time to blow me?" He asked, shaking some of his dreads out of face.
"Well, that depends on if your dick has been in another guy's ass." Linde, like the rest of us except Ville who's gay and Gas who's straight, is bi, so he rakes in a lot too bisexual whores usually do.
"Nope, pure pussy tonight so far. Three girls." He said. "How about you?"
"I just started; you're doing well though, considering it's early." I said taking the cigarette out of his hand and taking a drag. "Ville also wants me to go out and find him a honey too." Linde laughed and slapped my ass.
"Good luck with that" Linde said. "Now how about that blow job?"
"I'll blow you when we're in for the night." I said, smoothing out my skirt.
"I'll hold you to it, you little cocktease." He said kissing me again, and after a quick game of tonsil hockey we parted. I turned on the corner and kept walking I love doing this, I feel like a vampiress stalking her prey. And speaking of prey, I slip into the alley before they see me, two men, and I love threesomes, isn't this a score, hopefully they're not gay. I listen closely to their conversation.
"Dude I'm sorry you broke up with him, but he was an asshole." the thinner one exclaims.
"Yeah but I loved him." They both have blue eyes one guy has an arm filled with different tattoos and a beanie, the other has a rose tattooed on his hand and "No more fucking heroin" across his stomach. He was gorgeous, I wanted him. I waited until they passed the alley I hid before I struck.
"You need some dick, man, and I need some pussy, there's gotta be someone who could help." The straight one said. I spoke up.
"I can help you with that." They wheeled around. The heroin one smiled at me.
"Well, well what do we have here?" He said, taking, no more like drinking me in.
"Just your not-so-common whore." I shrugged, I'm very in-your-face about it.
"We're not interested." The one in the beanie said, turning to his friend. "Come on Novak; let's just go get plastered, this chick looks underage anyways."
"Oh come on, Bam would you rather relieve your sexual tension on this lovely Helsinki Goddess of the Night or waste it on Jack Daniel's?" He asked.
"I wouldn't relieve sexual tension on her because I'm gay, and she's probably 17." He countered. As soon as he said that, I wondered if Ville would like him. Maybe, he loved soothing the heartbroken ones.
"I have a friend that can help you with that, his name's Ville. He's the best pimp in the whole of Finland." I bragged, eyeing the one named Novak, I could tell he was getting turned on by me, and I liked it. His friend seemed adamant about not going anywhere with me. "And I just turned 18 too, I just look young, but trust me I'll do things to you you've only read about." I directed that to Novak, who grabbed Bam's arm and said.
"Come on man, she's 18, it's cool, and how old is this Ville?" He asked I twirled a finger in my hair and playing innocent, knowing full well that Novak had a raging hard-on for me.
"Ville is in his late 20's, early 30's. He's very legal." I said. Bam finally conceded.
"All right lead the way…er, what's your name?" He asked me.
"Täthi." I said simply. Novak stepped in.
"Well, Täthi, I'm Novak, but you can call me the Dream Seller." I grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and kissed him, letting my tongue dart expertly in his mouth before pulling away.
"The only one selling dreams tonight is me, darling."