Lets blow it all. One last time. (P)

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    ! sam


    Jessie Kia Jones

    19

    Jessie lives in a small cramp apartment in the middle of town, she got really good grades but drugs stole her ambitions away. Now struggling to raise money to live day to day she often steals, sells herself or sells her self for drugs. The only good thing to her name is her dog Totem. After two years in the games, she found herself escorting a dealer into a fancy club. The higher end of society.


    Crap was the first thought she had, stuck in some black dress like playsuit, some fake pearls on her neck and stud earrings. She had to walk behind her client. Was this the taste she dreamt off? She could see a whole hall of people in suits and evening girls. She bit her lip and continued to walk until they met a booth. She sat, with his bodyguards and him as he brought drinks over.

    Trevor Dove

    Anything, anything! This man could turn it into money within a day. Whether it be drugs, clothes, tools, people, anything!

    This man wanted it, he would get it. That devilish grin was famous for a reason.

    Trevor twirled the black cigarette between his fingers, sitting at a booth with a few men to keep him untouched. His steel grey eyes were glued on the stage.

    It was normal for him to come out just to get a look of the place, just to see what was flowing through. He never really bought anything. Nothing peeking his interest.

    Maybe he's be in luck tonight.


    //i hope that's ok, ill change anything if necessary

    It's fine//


    Jessie scooped the room as she tried to gauge what was going on. She knew no one here. Great. She glanced at her client as she fidgeted. She needed her fix like clock work. "Here pet"he handed her a box full. She offered a polite smile and took it as Shen got up to find the bathroom. A security guard watched just incase Shen ran off.

    "Honey, get me a beer." Trevor ordered with a careless flick of his hand. The small waitress gave a nod and scampered off to fulfill the order.

    "When the hell does this show start?" He muttered in annoyance. "I could get word for you sir?" One of his men asked. "Yea. Do that." He murmured flatly.

    The small woman returned with his drink and snatched it, downing a few mouthful.

    Jessie shot up in the bathroom before returning to the client. The drunk man wrapped an arm round her "the shows starting in a moment sweetie. Feeling it?"he asked. Jessie was too numb to even shiver "yes sir"she said in reply as she glanced at the stage. "Good well excuse me while I say hello to an old friend"Paul stood Andy walked over to Trevors booth. "Hey fucker"he grinned

    Trevor sat back, chugging all the alcohol his money making hands could find.

    His dark circles gaze shot over to Andy when spoken to. Even the dumbest of dumb knee not to approach him with such language. "Watch your tongue! Or ill cut it out!" He snapped savagely before dragging his bored eyes back to the front.

    He sighed obnoxiously. "Andy my boy, when are we starting this? Im growing impatient." He growled, standing by the young make. "If im not seeing women within the next five minutes this place will go boom, along with all the dick heads inside!" He fussed.

    "Ah..sorry."Paul said before hearing his woes "you should hire an escort. Some of them clean up nice"he chuckled "I'm with one now. Feed them drugs and you can get an endless night of pleasure."he informed as he heard the show was about to start "see you around"he went back to his booth giving Jessie a light squeeze a small She squeaked in surprise

    Trevor glared, waving him off. "Ah, there..." He sat back, ready to force is attenrion to the front like always.

    He kept his gaze past the many men that kept him heavily guarded, drinking.

    "Who. Who were you talking too?"Jessie managed to ask in her drugged daze. "Very successful man. When the shows over I want you to introduce yourself. He may pay you one day handsomely" Paul grinned and watched the girls hugging Jessie close in a tight grip.

    Trevor kept hidden in the smog of his cigarette. Showcase after showcase but once again he wasn't swooned. "Alright, pull my car up." He muttered, grabbing another drink before tossing his keys at one of his bodyguards and heading in for the exit.

    Trevor was starting to grow disappointed in all these shows. Maybe if he 'said' something about it, it might change.

    Just before he went Jessie scrambled out her clients arms and ran to him. She was very petite, you could kill her with one hand. She huffed "uh sorry to interrupt your..journey. I'm Jessie..I was told to introduce myself to you sir"her dull ans drugged eyes scanned his a moment. And all the bodyguards. Crap!?

    Trevor looked over, kind of shaken by such an introduction. The guards cornered them up protectivly.

    Trevor scoffed a laugh, pushing a few back. "Hmmm, I must say its a shame..." He murmured quietly, cupping her face. "Out of this whole show your all i see value in..." He trailed off, obviously drunk. But somehow fully functional. "Its a damn shame you've been claimed..."

    Trevor let his hand trail diwn her neck and to her shoulder, stopping where her shirt started. He bit his lip, eyes landing back on hers. "We might have to change that dollface." He whispered.

    Jessie just stood in shock, she had thought she was dead meat. He was so important she was nothing here. She bit her lip rather flustered by all his physical contact despite it being Her job. Doll face? Was that's his pet name for all his escorts? She finally found words to speak "it can change for the right price"she managed back knowing he was wealthy.

    Trevor raised a brow at the offer. "Hm!" He hummed simply, locking his arm around her waist. "With me then." He decided quietly.

    He brought her out to the pulled up car, letting her get in before himself. "What range of price were you looking for?" He asked. He took another chug of his bottle. The red rising in his cheeks.


    //i feel like it would be cute if he was just some big enclosed man and she just brought out the soft side in him x3

    Hell yes! Like he takes pity on her and that opens up a new world. Like he makes her his personal escort. Not realisinf he's doing it because he wants to keep her safe))


    Jessie blushed as she was taken with him. She didn't mind, he was a wealthy client. She walked in the horrible heels and sighed "normally around ten boxes of heroin it depends on what type of service you require.."she replied as she slipped into his car.

    //yeeeeeeeeesssss!!! XD


    "Ah, easy!" He barked after another mouthful.

    "Well, get comfortable then dollar. Your gonna be with me for quite a while." He murmured, throwing an arm over her shoulders.

    Soon enough they pulled into one of his many beautiful estates. He climbed out, offering a hand for her to follow. "We'll get you set up and everything." He slurred.

    Jessie took his hand and stepped out the car, she wasn't impressed by the estate. She had seen pictures of them before. Right now she was in her buissness mind. She walked with him inside not even caring he wasn't drunk. She wasn't too fucked "how long sir?"

    "Bah, I don't care." He waved, letting her go once inside. "Do what you want." He shrugged.

    Trevor set his bottle down, making his way up to his room, loosening his tie. "Actually come with me. I want someone to kay with. Im tired." He called over his shoulder.

    Trevor took his top off, hating to doll up like that. He moved over, climbing into bed next to her. He rested his head on her chest, hugging her to him.

    Despite being drunk he once again grew serious. "Tell me. Why is a girl like you in such a nasty place?" He asked, his finger tracing shapes on her stomach.