Do me.

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"Get out of the fucking way!" Christopher shouted and gritted his teeth as a herd of prostitutes in shimmering bodices and sheer stockings underneath tight skirts with printed white stars pranced across the road on tall red and blue and white stilettos.

 God bless America.

 The dim streetlamps illuminated the fairylike quality of their beauty: long-haired, beautiful mythical mermaids with scabs and dandruff and crabs, princesses with crowns of felt which they stole from the balding head of a drunken man with a pregnant, weeping wife and  a teenage daughter who cut her wrists  at home. Fairy dust was in a bag marked Coke and it was a one way ticket to Neverland. Never-ever land. Never to become a fireman or a beautiful, slender dancer with her hair pulled into a severe bun at the top of her lovely oval head. Never to see your parents who died in a car crash when you were seven. Never to sit in a pew at church and pray for Madonna and a wad of cash for food and you pray that you would never have to spread your legs wide for a man to love you.

But never was a long, long time.

One prostitute, with the grace of a prima ballerina and the mystery of a unicorn, stopped in the middle of the road and glared at him, her violet eyes narrowed, the rosebud of her mouth pursed and the thick coil of flaxen gold hung over her bony shoulder. She wore no jewellery and no bra and his loins stirred. Desire pooled in his lower belly and he licked his dry lips. She planted her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at him, a small smile on her full lips. He tasted iron and realised that he had bit his lip too hard and had drawn blood. He rolled down his window and turned the radio off, and when he looked up she was gone. She had disappeared like the apparition he claimed her to be.

She had been a ghost.

Fuck her. He parked his car and took a deep breath before getting out and sauntering to the front of a que of chattering masses, all waiting to be let into Los Angeles' most exclusive club; The Saxton.

"Meester Chreestopher! Velcome back. Otis joining you later? We had booth reserved just in case." The small Russian with the yellowing teeth and rat-eyes added discreetly.

Christopher shook his head and smiled at the man, "No Vlad, I'm on my own tonight." 

The Russian-who was a closet homosexual- smiled sweetly and smacked his lips. "Good. Ees very good. I see you later?"

Christopher nodded and pushed the curtain aside to enter a place he had never known existed:  The Hetrosexual Dating World.

He shivered.

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  "What's your poison?" A sultry brunette murmured into his ear, pressing a mound of exposed flesh against his bare shoulder. She reeked of Chanel No.5 and the salty, musky scent of sex. She was very beautiful.

"Depends on who's buying."

She smirked. "My friends and I. June,"  She held out her hand in greeting and then gestured over to a group of scantily clad women all eyeing him appreciatively. He stifled a laugh.

"Who the hell am I to say no to such a gorgeous group of girls?" he drawled and winked at June.

She laughed and he ordered a Scotch.

"Classy, aren't we?" she remarked and glanced at him over the rim of her glass. He raised his glass in a mock toast.

"Who are we but kings of our own fucking lives?"

"Amen." a husky voice dryly agreed from behind him, and when he turned, he was staring at the unicorn.

She was exquisite to look at; her skin so clear it seemed translucent and her hair shone a brilliant white-gold. Her body was petite and clothed in a turquoise bustier- bra-less- and a pair of peach shorts. She wore golden sandals and her skin was toffee coloured. She licked her lips again and took the tumbler from his hands and took a dainty sip. She sighed deeply.

"Now that is some good shit." She winked at an awestruck Christopher, who was puzzled by his instant attraction to this woman, who despite her confidence, was so brutally feminine it troubled him that he was so attracted to her,  and she turned to June.

"I just got an offer for four thousand dollars for the night from a businessman from Chicago. I'm taking it." She solemnly told June and drained the glass of it's liquid gold.

"Thanks," she added to Christopher and left them after a quick hug from June.

"She's a hooker. We all are." June told Christopher after she left. She eyed him keenly.

 He nodded vaguely, his eyes following her retreating form.

 "She's pretty fucked up." She said again and he nodded. Again. June sighed.

"But aren't we all? You have to fuck the world or the world fucks you up."

Christopher smiled at her, his eyes never leaving the mass of blonde curls.

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"I'll double it." she heard a gruff voice say and turned to find Christopher Kidd with his one hand in his pocket, his erection straining against the fly of his dark, ripped jeans. His eyes were lava.

She felt her throat go dry.

"Excuse me?" she squeaked and he smiled slowly, revealing perfect pearls of teeth.

"I'll take you home for double what he's paying. Come with me."

He held out his large tan hand, his fingernails cut short. Her nipples peaked at his commanding, dark tone and shivers trailed down her spine. She gulped and placed a trembling hand in his. He squeezed and she closed her eyes, desire a constant churning in her stomach. When she opened them, he had her close to his chest and she could feel the heat radiating off him, his handsome face shadowed.

"Do me," she whispered.

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