From the small beads of sweat, cascading down his forehead, it was clear to her that He was near his peak. Lotus looks at the officer in disgust, his head tilted back, eyes closed tightly and his mouth lay slightly ajar as she rubbed his shaft at medium paste, up and down. It annoyed her beyond words having to do this But commissioner Bishop ensured her that as long she gave him a small freebie, she wouldn't have to worry about spending a day in jail for her 'profession'. Bishop kept his word to lotus an made sure she wouldn't have to perform her works on any other officers except him. Lotus was grateful that he was satisfied with the small-but effective hand job she'd given him on occasions, but it disgusted her beyond relief, Especially it being in the isolated back alley on A breezy night. "Ah...ah..." He croaks and starts to shake lightly. Lotus rolls her eyes, glancing at her watch. not even 3 minutes and he was near exploding. Flexing her infamous hand strength, she strokes his member at a rapid pace, squeezing, pumping it all while looking at her wrist watch. She stroked him into a climax that not even he could believe happen. This girl never stopped amazing him. Lotus stops stroking and releases her grip on his now flaccid cock. she got up off of her knees, removed the latex glove covered in semen and threw it in the nearby trash. she reaches into her leather jacket and pulls out her hand sanitizer. Bishop watches her intensely from his semi high state, admiring the young beauty. She had to of been the most cleanest Prostitute he knew of. she didn't let semen come in contact with her body unless she was unless she was one hundred percent sure the customer was clean.( Despite bishop being a recurring one, she was well aware that he had a thing for prostitutes and hookers not that that bothered her.) and she never gave oral. ever. Though these rules seem somewhat pointless to others, her customers would say other wise. Lotus was in fact a high priced self employed escort/hooker/prostitute and had customers, whether it be men or women, lining up for here. They'd pay 3,000 per hour for her time, happily giving her every scent. Being around Lotus just gave a customer a high that not even drugs could compete with. Maybe it was the fact of being in the company of someone beautiful, Friendly, witty, wise and mysterious in their own way. Whatever it was, it captivated People and made them addicted to her personality. She was defiantly her own breed of Lotus. "So." she smiles at bishop "I'm good for the week?" Bishop fumbles his hand around his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and wedging it in between his lips "yeah..you're great. er...so...same time same place next week?" Without saying a word she nods and walks off, like many other times, her form of saying goodbye to him. ~ Before her little encounter with bishop, she had entertained 17 customers(counting the couples as one) earning her 51,000 dollars. Each night, she made it her mission to make 60 thousand a night, most Days, except Mondays, were successful. on Fridays is when she usually surpassed her quota and went home with more than she actually needed, leading her to donate the extra's to church, shelters or foster cares (either one she felt like passing by on her way home.) "Aye beautiful." A gruff voice hollered behind her as she walked down the block. Most likely , a new comer pimp. They always had some type of authority and aggressiveness in their voice. if he was a lot more gentler, charismatic, she'd know he was a well experienced pimp, seeing as they were like wolves leading the stray flock of gullible sheep. Thankfully being street smart, She ignored him. His foot pace quickens behind her "I'm talking to you...." she walks faster, her hands shoved into her pocket as she fingers the folding knife in her pocket. 'One move' she thinks to her self, 'just make one move and I'll paint this night sky with your blood.' she hears, what sounds like him moving his hands from his pocket. was he reaching for her? she inches the blade slowly out of her pocket, whips around and flips the blade out of handle, holding it against his groin while her hand grips the collar of his jacket. The man is taken back by this action, his hands shot up in defensiveness "I-I just wanted to see if you wanted s-some work-" "When a girl walks away from you, or doesn't answer, take that as a hint as she doesn't want to be bothered." she shoves, sending him rocking on his heels. "Y-yeah you're right. I apologize...er...have a nice day!" he Runs off. in the opposite direction, without looking back at her. Lotus rolls her eyes and turns back to her previous direction. 'oh crud..' her conscious sulks seeing A man is facing her, a bewildered look on his face. This guy looked like a cop, she sent a prayer to god, Getting Locked up was the first thing that came to mind. Bishop helped prevent her from getting caught and being pushed around by cops or some government officials(even if she could handle herself), But if she happened to get caught she wasn't absolutely sure he'd help her out of the fire without her offering something more than a little hand job. she shuddered at the thought of having sex with the 55 year old man. Lotus becomes heavily deep in her thoughts, contemplating an excuse or safety plan to use in case they try to haul her in, she fails to realize that the man is talking to her. "come again?" He clears his throat "i was asking if you're OK. i was walking over when i saw that guy make a grab for you...then you just...pulled out that..." he nods to her hand "...knife." tucking her knife back in its holder she answers simply "self defense..." she eyes him suspiciously, expecting him to whip out his cuffs and take her in. But he kept his hands tucked in his jean pockets, staring at her. He seemed nervous...unsure of what do. Since he decided not to move, she took this time to satisfy her curiosity "you're not a cop?" This made the man break into a short laugh "Me? no. far from it." this only made her question him even more But decided against it. glancing at her watch. sure enough it was 11:30. Christ she wanted to be in her bed by 1 with enough money in her pocket and standing here talking to this guy wasn't making it happen any faster. "Hold on a sec?..." He starts, stopping her In her tracks. Her steps. She turns around once more and faces the man. She didn't need him to take off those pitch black shades to see he was nervous about something. The shifting between his feet was enough proof. That's when she realized 'He must want some type of entertainment....' She places a hand on her hip, tilting her head to the side "you want to know the prices?" The man seems taken back by her question. Lotus couldn't see why Lotus couldn't see why, so she continues "3,000 per hour. Because it's your first time consultation is free...." ~ "I still don't Believe you're a prostitute. Christ you don't even look..." he gestures with his hand to lotus "...You don't look like one." Lotus smiles, taking the statement as a compliment. she sips the Herbal peppermint tea Brian, The name he introduced himself as, brought for her. He was already slowly becoming her favorite. Though customers usually showered her with expensive gifts and chunks of money, She was a sucker for tea. on top of that he let her sit in his car with the heater on. The consultation was going well, she could see him being a long term customer. at least until he got bored of her. "Well, I take care and know how to present myself." Brian smirks, thinking of lotus previous altercation "i witnessed that not to long ago." "He was asking for it. if i had let him tail me, chances are I'd end up in a his basement, a slave trade or a dumpster and in unsolved mysteries. That's something i can't afford at the moment. " Brian couldn't help but feel their was more meaning to what she said. However he felt pressing the matter would result in her losing interest, something HE didn't want from her at the moment. "That's Fair enough. About the prices..." he starts. "they don't go down. ever. On some occasions if i have a reoccurring customer, yes. other than that no." she informs. Brian nods his head understanding her conditions "Also fair... But i was going to ask what you usually get paid for." Lotus shrugs her shoulders, thinking of all her previous activities "I dance for some, other times couples pay me to watch, latex hand jobs, Fem domination jobs which you usually consists of : beating, slapping, spanking, an whipping men and women, At time's they'll even pay to take me out to dinner or show me a good time or even watch me masturbate. I don't kiss on the mouth, or do anything without a condom or proper protection...we good so far?" She turns to Brian, his now, visible brown eyes, staring at her a humorous smile. Lotus stars at him straight without blinking for a minute. The staring contest ends with a burst of laughter "what?" she manages to choke out. Brian replies, "Nothing. it's just, you're very specific. Anyway, it's safe to say you've perked my interest. when do we do this?" straight and to the point. just how she liked it. "As soon as possible." ~ "Oh fuck..." I moaned the moment Brian shoved his cock inside of me. I screamed, whimpered an moaned as he plunged in and out of me. I ignored the dull pain that longed in my handcuffed arms, My mind was Blank, no longer caring if the people next door to the hotel heard My cries of pleasure. This was the least of my worries though. Brian's tattooed hands gripped my waist, Grunting as he pounded me. He was High off of the feeling of my pussy gripping his hard shaft and anxious to get off, as he always was. something inside me fluttered, knowing i was the only one who could get him there. This was after all our 20th scheduled visit. "Brian..." I groaned as he thrust himself inside of me again, reaching an prodding spots of me that no other customer has hit, a personal fact that i knew not to tell Brian. I had been around him long enough to know that would stroke his big ego...but judging from the cocky grin, i was too late "That's right baby girl, say my name." i shuttered, as i always did, when he called me that. "Fuck...Fuck!" He was close.The vigorously pounding He bestowed on me was confirmation. The slight, jerking in his movements an by the way his body began to spasm. "God...you're pussy was fucking made for me." he groans. hearing him say this, no scratch that. hearing him talk dirty to me period, always added more fuel to my fire. not long after a couple more thrusts, we both came simultaneously. Brian collapsed on top of me, resting his head in the crook of my neck. Usually we fell asleep like this. at first it shocked me and made me uncomfortable, seeing as Brian didn't look like cuddly type and usually i don't like being touched afterwards. but he was stronger than me and had ways of making sure i could barely move afterwards. no complaints their though. i laugh weakly "not gonna UN-cuff me?" he shakes his head, rubbing his short stubble of hair on his chin on my neck. it always tickled me. "no...you have a way of...disappearing afterwards." My eyes were growing slightly heavy, but i attempted to force my self awake "...Guys like you don't pay girls to fuck you, you pay them to leave." I yawn. "Shut up.." he jokes(?) and clenches me tighter. the light, rhythmical breathing of Brian sleeping was delicate enough lullaby to put even me into a deep, well needed sleep. 'An alarm? when the fuck did Brian plant an alarm in the fucking room?' my eyes fluttered open upon the the loud raging noise that refused to simmer down and let me sleep. my now free arms reach to rub my eyes as i sit up. i look over the knight stand, their wasn't an alarm, but my phone. it was ringing. Quickly, i reach over and answer it. "yeah...no..I'll be home in a minute...just...yeah...i love you to. bye." i hang up an scatter to put my clothes on, not even bothering to leave a note for Brian. usually in the morning's after our sessions he'd leave me alone for a bit, to collect my things along with the fee and a large tip. This didn't bother me much. after all he'd got what he paid for. i think i prefer it that way. "shoes...shoes... where the fuck are my..." my eyes scan across the messy room "...there!" i grab my heels on the nearby couch and latch them on then put on the trench coat over my lingerie. i was already late for being home so ill just take a shower at the house. all that was left was my payment. He left it on the coffee table along with a note that had the greeting 'lotus'. I never bothered to read them for some reason, so i just took it and crumbled it and shoved it in my pocket, making a mental note to discard it on my way out. i took half of my earnings, leaving him the remainder as a 'thank you'. Lately Because of Brian, I didn't have to work as much, not including my weekly visits with Mr bishop. His payments always were large for me to be well off for a couple of extra days, and that was without the tip. You'll hear no complaints from me. I actually like staying home with someone who loves me. The cool night air hit my exposed legs fiercely, making me wish i hadn't wore the 'outfit' Brian had requested me to wear. It also egged me on to make it home quickly. i was supposed to be there hours ago, but of course, i broke that promise. i wondered painfully how anyone could put up with me, Lotus. a hooker, a prostitute, a sorry excuse for a 'business woman', an escort...a mother. ~ Brian returned to the hotel room. He wasn't sure why, but he had to. He wanted to see if she was there. always, it annoyed him, seeing her leave when she had to. so he did the only thing he could think of to lessen the feeling, he left first. sure enough, when he got there she wasn't. He stood in the middle of the room canvasing the area, in-taking her sweet scent. The bed was slightly messy, and her coat was gone along with her shoes. The coffee table had money left...and her wallet. It was decorated with Fin from 'adventure time' on it. he half smiles, remembering the fun fact she shared of how much she likes him. Brian walks over to it slowly opening it. "Beatrice Maryanna...." The half smile, slowly turned into a full smile as he read her real name on her i.d. he smiled wider seeing her address.