Devil Ride 2/?
Title: Devil Ride
Author: xenalvr
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Disclaimer: CBS, P&G, Telenext et. al. own these characters, not me.
This story is set in an alternate universe, where Natalia Rivera's history and timeline are greatly altered. Most of Olivia Spencer's history remain intact. It contains adult themes and language, and deals with the sex industry, which might not be to everyone's taste, so please do NOT proceed if you are not of age or if any of that might offend you.
If you've read any of my work, you'll know that I'm not well-versed in pre-Otalia plotline, and I will try to make as little reference to it as possible, but if you spot any discrepancies, please let me know.
2
The silence in the car was unnerving; even the purring of the engine was quiet as they sped along. Natalia observed the familiar way the woman handled the car and surmised that it wasn't a rental. Its interior looked sleek and classy; a discreet once over said the same of the woman's appearance. She couldn't quite tell the colour of the woman's hair, but it was beautifully styled, gently brushing the soft curve of her neck. Smartly dressed in a well-pressed pin-striped suit with an open collared shirt underneath, nothing on the woman looked out of place.
"Do I meet with your approval?"
The question that broke the silence caused a slight blush to work up Natalia's cheeks. Flustered at being caught in what she had thought to be an unobvious perusal, Natalia straightened perceptibly in her seat. "Sorry."
Her apology was met with a gentle twitching of lips. "So, do I?"
Natalia quickly slid on her working persona. "Of course," she said smoothly with a flash of smile that went unseen anyway, "you're beautiful."
"Thank you."
Natalia could hear a smile in the response and relaxed her stiff posture. Flattery got you everywhere; but in this case, it was hardly a lie. Then she looked out of the car window and frowned. "Where are we going?" She fought to keep her tone light but this was going all wrong. She was so thrown off her game at being solicited by a woman that she hadn't followed her strict routine of securing payment and laying out of rules.
"You said to drive away. So I'm driving away. In the general direction of the hotel I'm staying at." The woman turned to her when they stopped at a light. A well manicured hand came to rest on the gear shift. Unable to help herself, Natalia tracked its movement with her eyes. "I do recall asking you how it works."
There was something about the husky tenor of her voice and the fluidity of her movements, Natalia decided, that unsettled her. Confused by the thought, she quickly reverted to safer territory. "I charge 80 dollars an hour..." she said, then trailed off, unsure how to proceed. Now that her head had somewhat caught up with her actions, she found herself regretting getting into the car.
An elegant brow rose. "Is that for a full... service?" the woman asked, faint amusement colouring her words. Before Natalia could respond, however, she said, "I'll pay you for ten." The light changed and she returned her attention to the road.
"Ten... hours?" Natalia was sure she had misheard. At the woman's confirmatory nod, she began to panic. "Maybe this is not such a good idea after all. I'm not sure -"
"Calm down," the woman interrupted her with a surreptitious glance. "I'm just paying you for your company. It's what you do, right? Provide company?"
Natalia frowned. "In a manner of speaking," she replied cautiously. She certainly hadn't looked at it that way before--not about what she did now. Back when she was dancing, she had had a few regulars who would monopolise her time whenever they visited. They would tell her about their day, jump at the chance to buy her drinks, and puff out their chests when they thought they had impressed her with their tales of wild escapades. The description rang truer for that occupation than this.
Natalia shook the inconsequential line of thought out of her head, a little annoyed at the little trips of reminiscence that she was conducting tonight, on the job. It was distracting and she needed her wits about her.
"I could do with some company tonight."
They pulled up at a hotel entrance and the woman turned to her, ignoring the valet waiting by the car. Natalia realised belatedly that she was waiting for an answer. This was turning out to be a very strange night, both in and out of her head. After years of being in this industry, however, she had learnt to trust her gut, and since her fight or flight instincts hadn't kicked in... "Okay," she said finally.
The woman smiled a little too smugly for her taste before exiting the car.
*
The hotel was a posh one. Natalia felt immensely out of place walking across the marbled lobby floor under expensive looking chandeliers. She straightened her shoulders, refusing to let her self-consciousness triumph. Her client, on the other hand, looked like she owned the building and the people working in it. Her seemingly lack of awareness of the raw energy that she exuded enhanced her attractiveness.
Moments later, Natalia found herself alone again with the woman in the elevator. They stood shoulder to shoulder, not quite touching but close enough for her to catch a whiff of the woman's perfume. She liked the scent; she wondered if it would smell more enticing when her face was up against the woman's neck.
"What's your name?"
The question broke Natalia's reverie and she hesitated for a space of several heartbeats before answering. "Jessica." Upon the utterance of her other name, Natalia fell behind the safety of her working persona once more. This was just another client, she told herself.
"Jessica," the woman drawled.
The way the name sounded rolling off the woman's lips made Natalia lift up a hand to fuss with her hair needlessly in an effort to dismiss the pleasant warmth that spread through her. She offered the woman an absent smile and averted her eyes, touching a nervous finger to her nose briefly. She had to be honest to herself: this wasn't just another client. The fact that she was a 'she' made a world of difference. And the prospect of having to spend time with a client other than what was required of her to get her job done was unnerving.
"I'm Olivia," the woman said in return, drawing Natalia's eyes back to her face again.
The elevator doors slid open and Natalia almost told the woman that she had changed her mind. But the moment passed and the intrigue held, so she followed Olivia out.
TBC
Author: xenalvr
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Disclaimer: CBS, P&G, Telenext et. al. own these characters, not me.
This story is set in an alternate universe, where Natalia Rivera's history and timeline are greatly altered. Most of Olivia Spencer's history remain intact. It contains adult themes and language, and deals with the sex industry, which might not be to everyone's taste, so please do NOT proceed if you are not of age or if any of that might offend you.
If you've read any of my work, you'll know that I'm not well-versed in pre-Otalia plotline, and I will try to make as little reference to it as possible, but if you spot any discrepancies, please let me know.
2
The silence in the car was unnerving; even the purring of the engine was quiet as they sped along. Natalia observed the familiar way the woman handled the car and surmised that it wasn't a rental. Its interior looked sleek and classy; a discreet once over said the same of the woman's appearance. She couldn't quite tell the colour of the woman's hair, but it was beautifully styled, gently brushing the soft curve of her neck. Smartly dressed in a well-pressed pin-striped suit with an open collared shirt underneath, nothing on the woman looked out of place.
"Do I meet with your approval?"
The question that broke the silence caused a slight blush to work up Natalia's cheeks. Flustered at being caught in what she had thought to be an unobvious perusal, Natalia straightened perceptibly in her seat. "Sorry."
Her apology was met with a gentle twitching of lips. "So, do I?"
Natalia quickly slid on her working persona. "Of course," she said smoothly with a flash of smile that went unseen anyway, "you're beautiful."
"Thank you."
Natalia could hear a smile in the response and relaxed her stiff posture. Flattery got you everywhere; but in this case, it was hardly a lie. Then she looked out of the car window and frowned. "Where are we going?" She fought to keep her tone light but this was going all wrong. She was so thrown off her game at being solicited by a woman that she hadn't followed her strict routine of securing payment and laying out of rules.
"You said to drive away. So I'm driving away. In the general direction of the hotel I'm staying at." The woman turned to her when they stopped at a light. A well manicured hand came to rest on the gear shift. Unable to help herself, Natalia tracked its movement with her eyes. "I do recall asking you how it works."
There was something about the husky tenor of her voice and the fluidity of her movements, Natalia decided, that unsettled her. Confused by the thought, she quickly reverted to safer territory. "I charge 80 dollars an hour..." she said, then trailed off, unsure how to proceed. Now that her head had somewhat caught up with her actions, she found herself regretting getting into the car.
An elegant brow rose. "Is that for a full... service?" the woman asked, faint amusement colouring her words. Before Natalia could respond, however, she said, "I'll pay you for ten." The light changed and she returned her attention to the road.
"Ten... hours?" Natalia was sure she had misheard. At the woman's confirmatory nod, she began to panic. "Maybe this is not such a good idea after all. I'm not sure -"
"Calm down," the woman interrupted her with a surreptitious glance. "I'm just paying you for your company. It's what you do, right? Provide company?"
Natalia frowned. "In a manner of speaking," she replied cautiously. She certainly hadn't looked at it that way before--not about what she did now. Back when she was dancing, she had had a few regulars who would monopolise her time whenever they visited. They would tell her about their day, jump at the chance to buy her drinks, and puff out their chests when they thought they had impressed her with their tales of wild escapades. The description rang truer for that occupation than this.
Natalia shook the inconsequential line of thought out of her head, a little annoyed at the little trips of reminiscence that she was conducting tonight, on the job. It was distracting and she needed her wits about her.
"I could do with some company tonight."
They pulled up at a hotel entrance and the woman turned to her, ignoring the valet waiting by the car. Natalia realised belatedly that she was waiting for an answer. This was turning out to be a very strange night, both in and out of her head. After years of being in this industry, however, she had learnt to trust her gut, and since her fight or flight instincts hadn't kicked in... "Okay," she said finally.
The woman smiled a little too smugly for her taste before exiting the car.
*
The hotel was a posh one. Natalia felt immensely out of place walking across the marbled lobby floor under expensive looking chandeliers. She straightened her shoulders, refusing to let her self-consciousness triumph. Her client, on the other hand, looked like she owned the building and the people working in it. Her seemingly lack of awareness of the raw energy that she exuded enhanced her attractiveness.
Moments later, Natalia found herself alone again with the woman in the elevator. They stood shoulder to shoulder, not quite touching but close enough for her to catch a whiff of the woman's perfume. She liked the scent; she wondered if it would smell more enticing when her face was up against the woman's neck.
"What's your name?"
The question broke Natalia's reverie and she hesitated for a space of several heartbeats before answering. "Jessica." Upon the utterance of her other name, Natalia fell behind the safety of her working persona once more. This was just another client, she told herself.
"Jessica," the woman drawled.
The way the name sounded rolling off the woman's lips made Natalia lift up a hand to fuss with her hair needlessly in an effort to dismiss the pleasant warmth that spread through her. She offered the woman an absent smile and averted her eyes, touching a nervous finger to her nose briefly. She had to be honest to herself: this wasn't just another client. The fact that she was a 'she' made a world of difference. And the prospect of having to spend time with a client other than what was required of her to get her job done was unnerving.
"I'm Olivia," the woman said in return, drawing Natalia's eyes back to her face again.
The elevator doors slid open and Natalia almost told the woman that she had changed her mind. But the moment passed and the intrigue held, so she followed Olivia out.
TBC