Thread: We Meet Again (AndNich123 & Adam)

Bright red. It was the color she most often wore. Carefully painting her lips until they were a glossy shine. Perfect. No. Not perfect. Her blue eyes had locked to her entire face in the reflection. This would stand for a normal client. This was no ordinary client. I am being called to an upscale hotel. I have to blend in, and my bright red lips, short, tight dress, and spiked heels will cause me to stand out far too much. Tessa quickly grabbed several tissues and began to wipe her lips clean. Natural would be a good way to go, she thought. I have nice, plump lips with an amazing natural color. Yes. This will work. She shed her short, little, black dress that had served so well in the past as she serviced her many customers. In exchange a nice blue, lace across the top dress that looked very conservative. Her long hair seemed out of place, so she carefully pulled it away revealing her beautiful face. She had gone a little heavy with her eye make-up, but Tessa always thought her piercing blue eyes were one of her best features. Heels that didnt extend her to the sky were exchanged for ones more down to earth. Her appearance had changed, and she might actually pass for a lady at this hotel. She should certainly be able to get in with little to no trouble now. She picked up the paper with the address and the room number on it of who she was to meet. A deep sigh, as when she was younger this was not her chosen career. Not many girls will say in high school they want to be a prostitute. Having fallen on hard times had pushed Tessa to go a different route though. She still held on the herself respect as she rationalized this was just to make ends meet. One last look at the mirror by the door, and Tessa forced a smile as she headed out to meet the client that, little did she know, would change her life forever. Her car, or what she drove that slightly resembled one, was parked out on the street. She never worried about anyone stealing it. Who would want it she thought. Tessa always had to talk to her car, willing it to start most times. Come on baby. One more time. I gotta get there. Come on. For me. Please! The car would roar to life, spit out a cloud of smoke, and she would be on her way. She drove by the old high school looking over at it. Things were so much easier back then. Why did it all have to change? She should have gone to college she nodded agreeing with her own thoughts. No. I had to think everything was going to be easy. Im pretty, and I knew guys would want to marry me. I didnt think about how hard it would be to keep them. She sighed. Pretty looks and hot sex can only get you so far. It seems they always wanted more, and when she couldnt give them what they wanted, they always found someone who could. She was so popular back then. Well liked, or was it well feared. She laughed at the thought. Sometimes it was hard to tell. She had a nerd or geek as she liked to call them, for everything she ever needed. One for each class. They helped her with her homework. Truth was, they actually did her homework for her. They even helped her cheat on tests. Was it because they liked her? Maybe they wanted to get in her pants? Maybe they were afraid of her? It didnt matter to her. As long as the work was finished and on time. Those were good times. Life was simple. All she ever had to worry about was who she was going to go out with on Friday and Saturday nights. She was entering the upscale area of town, and suddenly she felt terribly out of place. Her mess of a car came to rest just outside the hotel. As it made the various noises it did when it came to halt she winced hoping not too many people were paying attention. My next job and I am getting a new car. She knew it wasnt the truth, but it was a nice lie to keep telling herself. One last check in the mirror, and she was out of her car and inside looking at the paper for the room number. She shook her head as his room was pretty high up. The rule of thumb in these places was the higher up the room, the more money they usually had. This guy must be loaded, she thought. A quick, but nerve raking ride up and the elevator stopped. Confirming the room number, she put the paper away and knocked. She had done this more times that she cared to admit, but every single time it still made her heart nearly stop. The door opened with a polite greeting and a handshake. She was stunned. James Finnigan? Is that you?