AUTHORS: dru & EvilWillow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Kept
PAIRING : Faith/Angelus
RATING : NC17 (highly
smutty)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE : dru wrote Faith, EvilWillow wrote Angelus
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PART
ONE
Shit.
I moan as he grabs my hair. Damn it, get your fuckin' hands out of my hair, you
asshole!
"Gonna-"
I rip my mouth away and he comes all over my tits. Fucker.
I
take his shirt and wipe myself off. "I told you not to touch my hair!"
I tell him and he just stares at me, like he wants more.
"No
way, Asshole. We had a deal." I hate these fuckin' Catholic kids. Think
they can walk on the streets of the projects and own it.
"No,
you said you'd fuck me," he protests.
"I
did not. I said you'd get to come. You came. Gimme my money." I take a
swig of the coke sitting on the nightstand to rinse his taste from my mouth.
"No."
He stands up as if he's just gonna walk out! No way!
I
stand up and he doesn't think anything of it. He's what, 17?! And he thinks I'm
just gonna give him a free blowjob? "You *will* give me my money," I
command.
"You're
a whore, Jennie. You were and always will be and that's what we do to
whores." He approaches me and grabs my tits, "We fuck 'em and leave
'em wet." Then he spits on my face.
That's
it. I shove him away and grab my jacket from the foot of the bed. I pull my
knife out and look at him again, "You. WILL. Give me. My money," I
threaten.
"I
don't have it," he tells me.
"Then
I guess I'll take it from your skin." I walk to him and press the blade
into his arm. He screams and looks over at his wallet. Prick. I walk over and
pick it up. Three hundred inside which I take. "Thanks."
Then
I grab my clothes and walk out onto the streets naked.
I'm
bored. I'm also starting to remember why it's good to have childer... or at
least some minions around. Because I'm also horny. And I could walk around to
find a human whore... but they tend to break so easily. It's no fun.
I can't
believe that I accepted this "assignment", to find the new slayer and
kill her before the Council gets to her. A plan so pointless, only the Master
would come up with it. But of course, Darla thought it would be the perfect way
to prove myself to her sire. Like I care about that.
But I did
care when she threatened never to let me in her bed again, if I refused. So
here I am, in Boston, thousands of miles away from my family, to find a girl
named Faith. And it would be a whole hell of a lot easier to find her, if she
wasn't one of a few hundred homeless kids in the Boston area. But I do pride
myself on my tracking ability, so I'll find her.
Somehow.
Maybe
I'll get lucky?
Three
hundred bucks. Not bad for a blowjob, although I doubt he'll ever look me up
again.
Oh
well. I just love stickin' it to those assholes.
Oh.
I'm still naked.
Forgot
about that. Not that my clothes really cover me up much anyway. That *is* the
whole point of selling yourself, not that it's really that much fun. It's
certainly not the life *I* would have chosen, but it's assholes like THAT who
won't give money to homeless street kids. It's assholes like THAT who fire my
mother so she can take in one asshole boyfriend after another.
Three
hundred bucks is cheap for him.
I
pause in an alley. I drop my clothes and slip on my miniskirt. Thigh high
boots. Shit, I forgot my bra. Oh well. I slip the money into one of my boots
and I swear I just heard something.
I
turn around and there's nothing. Hmm. Just my imagination.
I
bend over to grab my shirt and I *swear* there's somet- I turn around.
Well,
well, well. My night just got a whole lot better. I don't need to pull out the
picture of her I've got in the pocket of my duster. It's her.
She
covers herself with her shirt, instinctively, but not before I got a good look
at her breasts. And I am bored... and horny... and I think this assignment just
got a whole lot more interesting. "Hi," I say with a smile.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare. It's not every night you see a pretty girl
standing topless in an alley, though."
"Whatever,"
I say. "Glad you enjoyed the show, but I've got places to be." I slip
my shirt on and start to walk past him.
"Wait.
Miss? I don't suppose you could tell me where Second Street is, could
you?" I ask, putting on my best "I'm just a lost tourist"
expression. "I was told that's where the good places to eat were, but the
directions... well, either they were wrong or I didn't follow them right. I've
been wandering around for an hour..."
"Ya
wanna know, buy a map," I tell him but then realize I'm just in a foul
mood. "Three blocks to the right but Second Street is a dive. Couple
clubs, but nothin' touristy. You should try up town." I really don't buy
that he's a tourist. Something just feels off about him. I need to get out of
this alley. "But whatever," and then I turn and walk away.
"Which
way is uptown?" I ask as I follow her. "As I said, I've been
wandering for an hour. And I haven't even seen a taxi in that hour. Let me
guess, this is the *bad* part of town, right?"
"Do
you see any hotels around here?" I ask sarcastically as I start to walk
faster. Damn it. I could just turn around and punch him, but there's no need in
doing that too soon. It would surprise him though. It always does. A strong
girl always throws them. I guess it throws me too but I'm not gonna question
why in the past few years I've gotten way stronger than I ever have been.
"There's
a bus stop two blocks down. It'll take you uptown."
I
wonder if I should try and get another sale in tonight. I *did* make three
hundred... but rent is also due soon. And I *really* don't wanna fuck the
landlord again. Or his three friends.
"Thanks,"
I say. "Hey, wait," I add as she turns to walk away. "I'm going
to take a wild guess here, since this is the 'bad' part of town... add to that,
quite honestly, the way you're dressed..."
She
narrows her eyes and I step back, my hands outstretched in a defensive gesture.
I've already decided to play for a while with the girl. No need to let her know
what I am yet. "Not that the look doesn't work for you, because it
does," I say. "But the wild guess, is that you're working the streets
tonight. Am I right?"
"Ooo,
Mr. Goody-Good meets his first 'lady of the evening'," I taunt. "Just
'cause I'm dressed like this, I'm working the streets? Maybe I just like the
clothes. Maybe, I was roaming around naked and just killed a hooker and took
her clothes. Ever think of that?"
He
raises an eyebrow at me and he really is cute. I mean, okay, he's gorgeous.
But...
still. I've just got this creepy feeling.
"I
suppose they're all possible reasons..." I shrug. "But then, you
really *would* punch me when I offer you a thousand dollars - cash - to spend
the rest of the evening with me," I smile.
A
thousand?
A
thousand?!
A
THOUSAND?!
That's
a fuck a lot of money! But... I just... weird feeling versuses a thousand
dollars.
Shit.
I can
take care of myself, right?
A
thousand?
"Cash?"
I ask.
"Of
course," I reply. "But... I don't have it on me. I'm not stupid. I
think you probably didn't buy my 'got lost' excuse and you were right. I know
what part of town I'm in and I came here looking for a little fun. The money's
back in my hotel room. If you're agreeable, we'll find a taxi and head back
there. I'll pay you the minute we get to the room."
"I
have rules," I tell him.
I grin.
That's what *she* thinks. But, the pretense is necessary for the moment.
"I'm listening."
"I
have safe sex so you *will* wear a condom at all times. No drugs. No kinks. No
anal either. No coming in my mouth or in my cunt. And no sharing." I think
I've covered them all. "And if it's for the night, you have to feed me a
little mid-way. Agreed?"
I shrug.
"Agreed. So is there a way to find a taxi around here?" I ask with a
smile. "Oh, and I'm Angel, by the way."
"I
usually walk or take the bus, but we can go to the club and use the payphone
for a cab," I tell him as I hike my skirt up a little more. I *am* on the
clock after all. I walk over to him and rub sensuously against him. "I'm
Jennie."
Jennie.
I'll have to remember that. It won't do to call her Faith by accident. Not
until she's unable to run away, anyway.
I wrap an
arm around her waist and slip a hand down further to squeeze her ass. She's
incredibly sexy, and the picture didn't do her justice. She knows it too, maybe
that's what adds to the effect. "Nice to meet you, Jennie," I say.
"I think it must be my lucky night, to run into such a beautiful
girl."
She rolls
her eyes in response. Yeah, it was a line and not even a good one. But I don't
have to try too hard. The thousand dollars did the job for me.
"Lead
the way," I say, pulling away reluctantly.
He
follows me to Club Skull. "Phone's inside. You probably shouldn't stay out
here by yourself. Lots of crazies outside." Once we walk inside, I add,
"Lots of crazies inside too."
Speaking
of, Tommy sees me and approaches. I really hope he doesn't- fuck. He does.
He
grabs my waist with one arm and yanks me towards him while his other hand is
busy between my thighs, thrusting three fingers inside me. "Wanna go for a
ride, Jennie? I gots a nice juicy steak you can suck." God, I really wish
I'd never even started seeing him, but he usually passes out before his time is
up and he's usually got some pretty decent food in the fridge.
"Tommy,"
I tell him as I try to push away, but he's got his nails digging into my
insides and I can't rip myself away. Damn it. Don't cry, Faith. "I'm
busy."
I growl.
They both look at me in surprise. "Tommy, is it?" I ask, with
deceptive calmness in my voice. I grab him around the throat, just a little
pressure, enough to let him know I could strangle him with one hand if I
wanted. "Jennie and I were in the middle of something when you so rudely
interrupted us. And I really, really hate rude people. Now, I want to see both
of your hands by the count of one."
He gets
that stubborn look that I've recognized in other potential victims. That 'You
wouldn't dare' expression. So I squeeze harder, cutting off his air supply. And
there are the hands. I smirk at him and let up a little, enough to let him breathe.
And in the meantime, Faith backs away, to the other side of me. I look over at
her, and I can tell from the look on her face. He hurt her. And for some
reason, I want to kill him now. It's probably just because *I* want the sole
right to hurt her. Yeah, that's gotta be it.
"Apologize
to Jennie, Tommy," I say, turning back to her. "And then we'll be on
our way."
"I'm
not gonna apologize to her!" He says. It would've been a yell but I'm not
allowing him that much air. "She's a whore!"
Again,
there's that sudden urge to just rip his throat out. However, I think Faith
would be a little disturbed by that. "Yeah, well, you're an asshole. But
I'm betting she's never held *that* against you. In fact, I'd guess that you
would only have your hand to keep you company, if it weren't for Jennie. So I'd
suggest you treat her with a little more respect. And fucking apologize
already. I'm not above breaking a few bones, if that'll help convince
you."
Wow!
No one has ever done that for me. No one ever cared. And that fucker scraped
me, damn nails.
He's not
saying anything. And I'm not getting any closer to fucking Faith. So now I'm
mad, horny and very very frustrated. I grab one of his hands and with a flick
of the wrist, his wrist is broken. He opens his mouth to scream, but I cut off
his air supply again and it just comes out as a wheeze.
"Gonna
apologize now?" I ask. I'm getting bored. I normally would just kill him.
I want to kill him. But ... No. Faith. Gotta focus on the plan.
He nods
eagerly and I let him take a breath again. "Sorry!" He says. Good
enough. I let him go, shoving him away from us, and turn back to her.
"Now, you said something about payphones?"
He
just broke Tommy's wrist! Oh my god! Tommy fuckin' deserved it! It doesn't make
it right, but it makes me feel a fuck of a lot better.
"In
the back. You go call, I gotta talk to someone."
I look in
the direction she pointed, then back at her again. She doesn't *look* like
she's freaked out about the wrist-breaking. Even though I don't like letting
her out of my sight... No, I can't seem too possessive.
"Okay,"
I nod and walk over to the payphones. I call information and soon get connected
with a taxi company. "Yes, Skull Club.... " I sigh. "I'll pay
you fucking *double* your normal fare, okay?"
I go
over to the bar as Angel walks to the phones. "Gimme a beer," I tell
Tony.
"Jen,
you *know* I can't give that to ya, ya know."
"Tony-"
I warn, "You watch me hook for cash which is statuatory rape and you're
not gonna give me a beer?" Then I give my cutest little frown,
"Please?"
He
reluctantly hands the beer over the counter, "But I ain't never seen ya
here, Kid. Understand?"
"Got
it," I tell him.
"So,
new client?" He asks as he looks over at Angel who seems to be getting
angry with the taxi service. "Be careful 'round new ones, Jennie."
"Always
am, Tony." Then I hike my skirt up a little more and pull the three
hundred from my boot. "Here's rent."
"You're
early."
"I
got lucky," I tell him as I swallow the rest of the beer.
"Oh,
I forgot," he says as he reaches into his pocket. "There was a man
here today lookin' for ya. Or a girl in a picture that looked like ya, said her
name was Faith." Oh shit!
"Weird."
I play it cool. "What'd he want?"
"Said
he had some important mission or thing that you had to do. He was from England
though, talked with that stuffy accent. Left his card." I take it from him
and look on the front. Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. Who the fuck is that?
"Thanks,"
I tell him. "Make sure Bill gets the rent money?"
"Will
do," he replies. Good. The less I see of Bill, the better.
"THIRTY?!"
I yell, making some of the patrons look at me. I snarl and immediately they all
find other things more interesting again. "For QUADRUPLE fare, you be here
in TEN minutes," I demand and slam the receiver down angrily. I'm going to
kill them. Every single person who works for the Boston Taxi Service (really
inventive name, by the way) will be dead by sunrise.
I get up
and walk over to Faith. She's talking to the bartender. Well at least she didn't
vanish on me. But I didn't really think she would, I doubt the girl has ever
made a thousand dollars from one customer before. Too bad for her I'll also be
her last. But she'll enjoy her last night alive, or most of it anyway.
I look
over her shoulder to see the business card the bartender hands her. Her
Watcher. Shit. I got to her just in time.
I slip my
arms around her waist and she tenses. "Just me," I say, letting my
lips graze her ear. She shudders a little and rubs her ass back against me. I really
need to come. I wonder if she'll be adverse to a little playing *before* she
gets the money in her hands? I guess I'll just have to find out how persuasive
I can be. "Let's go outside and wait for the taxi," I say.
"Make
sure he gets the money, Tony. You know I can kick your ass if he doesn't."
He
just smiles at me and says, "Sure thing. Be careful." And then I turn
and head out the door with Angel.
I'm
not really sure what he expects me to do for a thousand dollars. I mean, in the
beginning one of my rules was that I got to come, but guys who are *paying*
girls for sex aren't really that good and don't give a fuck if you get off or
get *any* pleasure out of it whatsoever. So pretty much, I take lube and
condoms, fill myself a little so it appears as if I'm having the time of my
life, spread my legs and count the ceiling tiles until it's over.
Exciting?
No. But it pays the rent and keeps me fairly well fed. Of course this mindless,
often brutal, fucking is usually preceeded and post-ceeded by a cock being
shoved down my throat. Again, I just open wide, suck and count the number of
seconds before I pull away. I don't swallow.
We
get out to the curb and by the way he's eyein' me, it looks as if he's gonna
pounce. It *is* what he paid for, so I unbutton one of my buttons. I've learned
to be a bit of exhibitionist, 'cause in this business, you really have to be.
Course
I still keep my distance. Maybe he'll offer me more than a thousand? Yeah
right, Faith. I'm not *that* good.
One
guy actually asked me one day if I'd ever come at all on the job and I said no,
that I hadn't really come *ever*. He just looked down at me, slapped my tits
hard and walked out, throwing a quarter at me on the way.
I shake my head and look at my
new companion. A thousand dollars for the night. I guess I'm gonna really be
workin' it.
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