Thread: Finding Solace (duke & AndNich)

She had gotten the call earlier in the day. Another day, another dollar, she thought. Gotta pay the bills. Tessa Arcadia had grown up this small, one horse town. It wasnt that she lacked the drive to leave. This town was like quicksand. Once you were in it, you needed someone , or something, to help pull you out. She was always popular in school, or perhaps feared would have been a better word. Still she grew up with people throwing themselves at her. Having a pretty face had its benefits for sure, and Tessa was an opportunist if nothing else. If someone offered to hold a door open for her, she let them and walked right through it. So if someone offered to change a grade for her, she agreed. If she knew someone was easy to manipulate, she took full advantage. If she knew someone was afraid of her, again she capitalized on that. The only problem with living like that is eventually the chances run out, and situations arise that you cant charm or maneuver your way around. SAT scores cant be faked, and colleges cant be persuaded to accept a less than desirable student. So as she graduated and watched her fellow classmates go to either menial jobs or bigger and better things, she depended on her family. Her daddy had always had a deep love for his daughter. Ever since her summer with daddy, the two had been beyond close, but even he grew tired of her ways. Everyone did. Her mother was no exception. She had her sister living with her. Finally he Forced her from the nest, as he called, pushing her to live on her own, to get a job and stand on her own two feet. Without any experience doing anything an no college education, she quickly found her job pool limited. Most jobs wouldnt cover all the expenses she racked up. It wasnt until she stumbled across the escort agency, that she found that pretty face she was born with could still come in handy. Though it was a job, over time she found it hard to look in the mirror. In fact, she hated it. At least with the agency it wasnt sweaty, poor, down on their luck losers trying to have an easy fuck. Business men who were passing through or cheating on their wives was the normal clientele. Anonymity was key, and she didnt have a problem with that. She found it rather amusing to actually see them in public with their wives and the look of desperation and embarrassment that would come over them as they saw the hooker they had fucked the night before while their wife held their hand or their child ran up to them calling, daddy! Tessa was many things, but uncouth wasnt one of them, or so she liked to think. After the call came in for a job, her mind began to race in a thousand directions about the client. The call simply told her where to be at what time. The added information of new client had her curious. Probably just some business man passing through again, she thought as she drove towards the hotel in her run down, beat up car. While the money was great, Tessa was horrible with finances. She closed the door on her car and headed inside the hotel. Fancy enough, and she had been here before. Her attire didnt scream escort service. She knew hot to dress accordingly. Blue lace cut to just above the knees complimented by her heels. Her bright, blues eyes accented by just the right makeup, and her blonde hair pulled back away from her face. The text came in, and she was in the elevator before her screen went dark again. She repeated the room number in her head realizing as she pressed the button this was the top of line as far rooms went here. Hes got the suite. Not just any suite. THE suite. Money. Must be nice. His room was basically an entire floor, a penthouse. The doors opened and she walked down a small hall and knocked on the door. A man opened spurting something about a drink. She narrowed her eyes at him and listened carefully. Alexander? Alexander King is that you?