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“Avery? Avery, are you okay?” She fell. I had just pulled out, and after less than a second of standing on her own she fell! The crash gained the attention of the saleswoman, who was knocking on the door.

“Pete, is everything okay in there?” She called, since the door was locked.

“Yeah, fine!” I called out, as I kneeled down beside Avery. She was holding her hand to her head, which she’d hit.

“Pete!” The saleswoman called in warning, and I knew what she wanted.

“She wants you to confirm that I’m not brutally raping you.” I chuckled, as I winked at her. “Or murdering you, or anything.”

“Oh.” Avery blushed. “I’m fine, thank you!” She called.

The knocking stopped, and footsteps signified that she was walking away from the door.

“You okay? That was quite the fall.” And yet she still looked so delightfully seductive in the lingerie she’d tried on for me.

Avery shrugged, “I’m a bit embarrassed but I’ll survive.”

I frowned. “I shouldn’t have let go. I’m sorry.”

Avery sighed as she gazed at me. “You can’t hold me up forever Petey.” She added the ‘y’ at the end of my name as her eyes blinked rapidly. “Things in this room are definitely spinning, right?”

Damn.

“Er, right.” I lied. “Let me help you up.” I reached for her, pulling her to her feet. She leaned towards me once we were both standing.

“I think that maybe we shouldn’t have walked.” She finally commented. “But I successfully had sex in public. That’s a… a good thing, right?”

I chuckled. “I was more than happy to pop your public cherry.”

She used her hands to mimic explosions. “Popped!” Then she blushed brightly. “Sorry, I get a bit loopy when I’m embarrassed. I’m really not crazy, not really.”

“I like it.” I laughed. “It’s nice. You’re kind of… letting go.”

Avery blushed. “Can we go now?”

“Like that?” I grinned, as I looked her over. “I didn’t think you were that comfortable with the whole public thing already…”

Avery looked down, and her face turned the color of a cherry. “Clothes.” She squeaked. “Let me put on clothes.”

I just nodded, as I started sliding off the shirt to the suit she’d made me try on. “So, should I buy the suit?” I asked.

“I think you look handsome in it.” She called.

“Is that a yes?” I asked.

“Yes.” She replied. “What guy wouldn’t buy something that automatically makes women want to fuck him?”

I chuckled, as I pulled off the pants. I’d fucked her by just unzipping the zipper. It was kind of awkward, yet still worked… and was oddly hot. “So, does that mean if I wear it tomorrow you’ll jump me?”

“There’s a high chance of that.” Avery replied, stepping out of the dressing booth. She was dressed in her regular clothing, with the lingerie in one hand. “Though, I guess I’ll have to wear this.”

“Only if you want my heart.” I teased.



**



Adam impatiently strummed his fingers against the night stand behind him, as one of his… business associates babbled on about an arising problem.

“How many have gone missing?” He asked, cutting the stuttering boy off.

“Five, confirmed. One, unconfirmed.” The boy replied. “The numbers have been rising. We didn’t catch it at first because it’s not unlike them to run off but now… now it’s becoming more obvious, as more are going missing.”

“Obvious, you say?” Adam asked. “So, your theory is that someone is helping them runaway?”

The boy nodded that. “Or… or something worse.”

“Something worse?” Adam knew what he meant, but he wanted the boy to say it.

“I think someone might be killing them Sir.” The boy mumbled.

Patrick Stump fought against the man holding on to him. “My sister is out there!” he yelled. “You sent her out there… and now she’s a target for whatever is going on.”

“Indeed.” Adam answered. “Which is why you’re also here. Fix the problem.”

“What?” Patrick asked, as his eyes widened.

“Find out what is happening to my whores, and fast… before it happens to your little sister.” Adam cruelly ordered.

“Is… is she okay right now?” Patrick nervously asked.

Adam shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s been missing since last night.” He lied.

Patrick let out a painful cry of anguish, as that statement washed over him.



**



Avery messed with the radio, searching for a station that she liked. She skipped a few songs that I liked, but I didn’t complain.

I was curious as to what she would pick.

Finally she stopped and leaned back, but she let out a sigh of frustration. “Nothing sounds good right now.”

“Not even a horror movie?” I inquired, since that was our plan for the night. I was almost to the hotel, but I had one stop to make. I wanted to get munchies, and kind of just… have a chill night.

Avery shrugged. “I don’t really think… I mean, yeah sure.”

“That was the lamest cover up.” I pointed out. “Do you not want to watch a horror movie with me?”

“That’s not it.” Avery commented.

“What is it then?”

“I’ll watch it with you.” Avery replied softly.

“I want to know what you want.” Why was that so hard for her to get?

“Can we watch… something funny, or romantic?” Avery asked, glancing at me.

I grinned. “Like the notebook?”

“I have a serious crush on Ryan Gosling.” She let slip, instantly blushing.

“I’m jealous.” I teased. “Will you be able to have sex with me, while looking at him?”

“I’m pretty sure I could manage.” She teased.

I chuckled. “The Notebook it is.” It was a pretty popular movie. “If we can find it at the store. If not then I guess we could hit up Redbox or something.”

“Are you sure?” Avery asked.

“I am if you are.” That shut her up.



**



Avery walked beside me, glancing around the store. She seemed jumpy. It was odd. “You okay?” I finally asked, as I threw some chocolate donuts in to our cart.

“It’s just bright in here.” She admitted.

“Do you melt when light touches your skin?” I asked.

She grinned. “Sometimes. Only natural light though.”

“You know what they say about people like you?”

“What?” She asked.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” I replied.

She blushed, again.

For someone who sold themselves based on their looks… she wasn’t very good at accepting just how attractive she was. It was truly baffling.

“Why aren’t you grabbing stuff?” I asked.

“Like what?” She asked.

“Like stuff you want.” I answered.

She nervously reached out, showing me a glass container of… er, hot cauliflower? “I don’t know what that is.” I told her, thinking she was asking me, without asking me.

She giggled. “It’s one of my favorite snacks.”

“Oh.” I got it. “Put it in then!”

She did.

“I wish they sold cherry starbursts individually.” Avery commented, as I stopped at the candy aisle. I threw a bag of starbursts and she giggled.

“I know how to treat my lady.” I teased, winking at her.

She giggled again. It really was a delightful sound. “You said you liked caramel earlier, right?”

“Yeah.” Avery replied. “Caramel with chocolate is delicious.”

So I grabbed a chocolate bar filled with caramel. Again, she giggled.

“I have a question Avery.” We started walking down the aisle, and Avery surprised me as she placed her hand over mine and helped me push the cart.

“What’s your question?” Avery asked. My skin tingled where her hand was touching me. It was nice. I almost didn’t want to ask my question, and ruin it.

“Have you always been this beautiful?” I opened with a lame joke, though she was beautiful.

Avery chuckled. “You’re getting laid sweety. You know you don’t have to be so… sweet.”

“It’s just who I am.” I informed her.

“I’m getting that.” Avery laughed.

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked.

“I like it.” Avery replied, as she gazed at items we passed.

I stared at her as we walked, and was grateful I didn’t run in to anything with our cart. She was helping steer it though, so nothing horrible happened.

“Why do you do this?” I blurted the question out, hoping she wouldn’t freak out on me.

“Do what?” She innocently asked.

“Whore yourself out.” The ugly truth couldn’t be hidden. We both knew what she did for a living. That’s why she was here with me, after all.

Avery stopped, turning away from me towards a shelf. She was looking at popcorn. Classic movie time munchies, but I had a feeling that she didn’t want the popcorn. She just didn’t want to look at me. I pretended to be interested in the potato chips on the other side of the aisle.

“I could tell you a bunch of excuses.” Avery cleared her throat. “And I could say that I’m doing it to pay my way through school… or something noble like that, but the truth is a lot less flattering. I do it for the money, just because I want the money.” Her voice was strained as the words came out.

“Do you… go to school?” I awkwardly asked, trying to lighten the situation.

“Nope.” Avery laughed. “That’s why I couldn’t use that excuse.”

I chuckled, though uncomfortably. “Who hit you at that crappy motel?”

“… Pimp.” Avery replied softly.

“So, those are real?” I played dumb real well.

“And just as aggressive as the movies make them out to be.” Avery answered.

“Why’d he hit you?” I didn’t like that he did that.

“I’m not entirely sure.” Avery answered. “I think he has an anger problem, but I don’t really feel like it would be a good idea to suggest he get counseling for it or anything.”

I was supposed to laugh. I almost did. “Why don’t you break off the relationship then, and how exactly do you get a pimp?”

“He asked me if I wanted to make money. Who doesn’t want to make money? Then he pushed me out on the street… gave me a quota and let me go.” Avery replied easily.

“You have a quota?” I didn’t know that, actually.

“Yeah, that’s what I charged you… my quota for each day.” Avery was being surprisingly honest. It was informational, though tragic.

“So, how much out of your quota do you get to keep?” I moved from Lays to Doritos, checking out the packaging of each type of chip, so that Avery wouldn’t feel crowded as she stared down the popcorn aisle.

“Do you like buttered popcorn?” Avery asked, but as I glanced at her back I could see her lift her hand and wipe away what I assumed was tears.

I gently placed my hand on her shoulder and turned her. Sure enough there were tears running down her cheeks. She looked horribly embarrassed and tried to pull away but I kept her in place. “It’s okay.” I assured her. “You don’t have to hide your tears from me.”

“Buttered popcorn?” Avery squeaked out.

I smiled, but the smile didn’t last. “No… I don’t want buttered popcorn. If you want it then get it, but I probably won’t eat any.”

Avery nodded. “I don’t really want popcorn right now.”

“Avery… are you being forced to do this against your will?” Her actions led me to that dark conclusion, and I’d been thinking the question over in my head. It seemed more likely as time went by, and her personality emerged. She wasn’t a prostitute. She didn’t act like one.

Avery pulled away from me as if she’d been burned. “No Pete, no.” But she didn’t sound so sure.

She was nervous in public. Our first time wasn’t the way a pro would be. She didn’t act like any prostitutes I’d met. She was a good girl, stuck in a bad situation… I just didn’t know what the bad situation was, but I was sure it was beyond her control. It was the only thing that made sense to me.

“You’re so off.” Avery shook her head, and looked away from me. “I do this because… it beats fast food, and well… I’m not very educated, and this is the best paying job for me. It just, I chose it and…” She trailed off.

“So, you’re saying if I found you another decent paying job for someone with your educational requirements you wouldn’t switch jobs?” I asked.

Avery turned to glare at me. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” I innocently asked.

“Belittling me because of my career choice.” I wouldn’t call it a career choice… “Making me feel like this, calling me out in public.” Tears built in her eyes, but it didn’t make sense. A real prostitute wouldn’t care, most of them were too high out of their minds to care. She had no track marks, and hadn’t been going through withdrawals since we’d been together. She was clean. She was… different. “I- I don’t like this.” Avery turned away from me but before she even got four steps away I quickly grabbed on to her arm, though I was much rougher than I meant to be.

She cried out as my fingers dug in to her skin but I held on, knowing that if she walked away now I might never see her again. “Let go.” Avery whispered, as she tried not to make a scene.

I jumped in surprise as an older lady hit me with her small purse. “You let her go right now young man!” She scolded loudly. People looked at us, mostly they were glaring at me.

I let go instantly and Avery stumbled back a few steps. “I’m sorry.” I shook my head, gazing at Avery. “I don’t know what got in to me. Please, let’s just… let’s keep getting what we want. Please?”

Avery stared at me for a few nerve wracking seconds before she nodded. The lady shook her head. “Men like him don’t change.” Obviously she was assuming I was abusive. I paid her no mind, knowing I wouldn’t be able to change her mind anyway. I didn’t abuse Avery though, the idea was foolish. But now she was cradling her arm against her side, as I’d obviously hurt her.

I didn’t mean to, but Avery was delicate… like a flower. Prostitutes weren’t generally delicate, but Avery was and she was a prostitute. She was right. I needed to respect that.

As the stares died away I leaned towards her, carefully whispering the words. “I’m sorry. I was out of line.”

Avery took a deep breath. “Me too. I didn’t mean to cause a scene.”

“Did I hurt you?” I asked.

“My arm aches, but that’s just ‘cause I’m a wimp.” Avery answered softly.

I stopped, causing her to stop as well. Very gently I lifted her arm, taking a look at where I’d grabbed. It was already slightly discolored. I had been too rough. I leaned down, gently pressing kisses along her arm.

Avery’s breath caught, and as I straightened back up she whispered adorably innocent words, “All better.”



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(To readers: So, what do you guys think of Pete in this? What do you think of Avery? Anyone enjoying the story? Have anything to gripe about?)