Nothing New

[audrey]

I stride in and out of pools of yellow glow cast from the high lamp posts, my sandals padding gently on the concrete. The owners didn't bother to lock the gates at night- why would they; there was nothing to steal. But, it did provide me with a out-of-the-way place to meet up with my 'clients', though I always made sure I had pepper spray or something on me.
I'd been raped before -about three times, actually- but that was all part of the job. But, other than that, other bad things could happen to prostitutes- such as getting murdered. I didn't know why someone would want to shoot their source of sex, but it had happened before. I snap my mind from these thoughts as I finally wind up under the bleachers that looked over the main part of the skate park and lean against one of the large wooden beams that held them up.
I run a stray hand absentmindedly through my hair, blue eyes roving around the darkness for Mason. He was a regular, and most of his money went to my booze and/or marijuana. I think we'd even smoked together once, but, hell, I never remembered those times. I let a breath escape my pink lips and fiddle with my necklace; a gift from one of my other regulars (I would never have been able to afford it myself), maybe in the hope I'd take him on as a boyfriend or some shit. But, no matter how many pretty gifts he gave me, I was never going to settle down.
I tap my foot against the concrete and pull a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. I tap one out and light it up without a thought. I couldn't afford this habit -I could barely pay for my others- but, what the hell, you only lived once, right?
Outfit; Link

[xxcrisisx]

I listened to the slight sound my feet made as I walked through the concrete skate park. I was making my way towards the bleachers in order to meet up with my weekly prostitute. I hired her every week, sometimes twice a week to satisfy my needs. Sure, I could get a girlfriend if I wanted to, but I really didn't. I was constantly at band practice or writing songs, and when I wasn't, I was out at the bar. No girl would want to settle down with me. And even if they did, I really didn't want to settle down. I like my current routine. I would rehearse and party at night, and during the day I would sleep. And when we were on tour it would be perform and party with fans. Nothing new.

The only thing I could count on when I was home was Audrey. She knew my days. After the first three weeks of hiring her, I didn't have to tell her I was coming. We would just meet under the bleachers and we would do what I hired her to do. Have sex. I would sometimes bring her marijuana or booze, but most of the time I just paid her. I usually paid her more than she charged. At one point I paid her a thousand, but that was because I was especially horny and wanted her for the whole night. And that would cost. So on those nights I would bring more money. But usually I paid her five hundred to seven hundred and fifty.

I light up a joint and took a drag. I didn't worry about getting caught out here. No one was ever around this late. So I would occasionally smoke one with Audrey, or on my own. Depending on mood. Tonight I felt like sharing. I was in a good mood. I had earned quite a bit at our last concert, so my week has been going good. I finally made it to our meet up spot and stepped under the bleachers. "Hey. Want a drag?" I held out the joint to Audrey, and waited for her to respond. We had gotten on first name basis, almost friends. So I tended to start a little small talk before hand. Not a lot, but just a little bit.

outfit; here (minus the gauges)

[audrey]

I didn't have to wait too long, it seemed. Mason ducks under the bleachers and takes the few short steps to stand in front of me. My blue eyes glance at the joint that rests between his fingers and shrug my shoulders as if greed wasn't filling my eyes. I drop what's left of my cigarette and stamp on it before taking the joint from him and taking a long drag before holding it back out, parting my lips to allow the smoke to escape from them.
I look Mason over calmly, virtually black from head to toe. He was attractive, though maybe he could do something with that mat he called hair.. I mentally slap myself out of it and reach down to pull a can out of the pack and crack it open, lifting it to my lips for a sip. I knew that I was putting off the inevitable, but, he was the one paying me, right? So I could take my sweet time. I knew my silence put off some would-be customers, but Mason knew my ways by now and would put up with them.

[xxcrisisx]

I cracked open my own beer and took a sip, which turned into a chug. Soon, a whole bottle was gone in a matter of seconds. I grabbed the joint back from Audrey and took another drag. I passed it back to the girl, and cracked open another bottle. I knew Audrey was a silent person. I'd gotten use to that. I've also gotten use to the fact that she liked to take her time. That's why I brought beer and a joint. To get us calm and relaxed, so we could have a fun time. And when it was all gone, we would start what we came here to do.

It only took about twenty minutes for us to finish off the beer and joint. The joint was finished after only five minutes. Which made me sad. I quite like to take my time when smoking a joint. It relaxed me more, but oh well. I was pretty relaxed and ready to party. Which is what I did. Despite being on the ground, I kicked the box of empty beer bottles towards the other side of the beseecher and pulled Audrey onto my lap. I kissed her lips roughly and let my lips trail there way down the side of her neck. When I reached the hem of her shirt I pulled it off of her and continued my way down her body. Gently laying her down on the ground. My natural instincts took over, and I went into hyper drive.

-le skip-

I sit up and reach for my shirt, which is laying next to me. I'm panting and my high is starting to wear off. We've been going at it for about fourty-five minutes, so my foggy brain was starting to clear. I grinned at Audrey and pulled on my pants, grabbing the money out of my back pocket and handing it to her. A good eight hundred dollars. I was overpaying her for fourty five minutes, but I really didn't care. I had gotten paid well from the bands last concert, so I was well off at the moment. "That was amazing, as always. Now, do you need a ride anywhere? Want a bite to eat?"

[audrey]

He takes the proffered joint and soon my beer is gone and I go for another, Mason soon following my lead. It was pretty cool he sometimes brought alcohol and weed, and was fairly generous when paying me- maybe that's why he was my favorite? It sounded possessive, sure, but it wasn't like he had a girlfriend or anything, and I didn't mean anything by it.
Soon both the beer and the joint were gone, disappeared down our throats and gone in a cloud of smoke. We had each taken a seat on the ground and Mason kicks the beer box to the side before pulling my into his lap and pressing his lips to mine. That was another thing about him I liked; foreplay, not just getting to the point. It showed class, or at least awareness that not everything that gave him pleasure gave it to me, too.
-mood music & muffled Unf's-
I sit myself up on my elbows, blue eyes watching Mason for a moment before reaching for my plain black bra and reaching backwards to buckle it before finding my panties. I roll my eyes at his 'as always' comment, though a slight smirk does crawl onto my mouth. I stand to pull on my shorts, followed by my plaid shirt. My chin hits my sternum as I look down to do the buttons- murder in the dark.
"Something to eat would be nice." I reply, nodding. I take the money from Mason without missing a beat. I could tell it was more than it was supposed to be, but I most certainly wasn't going to complain. I step into my sandals, bending over to do the buckles- also murder in the dark.

[xxcrisisx]

I nod thoughtfully as Audrey accepts my offer for food. I normally don't buy food for her, but it's the least I could do. I see her twice a week. Might as well take her to get some food every now and then. I was really tired, after not sleeping well during the tour, but I could handle staying up a little longer. Even though I knew I would have to be up early to write the new song. I chugged down the last sip of the last beer, and then threw it in the trashcan right beside the bleachers. I wasn't one to liter. "Where do you wanna go? I don't really care." I waited for her to finish putting on her sandals, and then started walking to my car. Slowing down after a little while to let her catch up.

[audrey]

I straighten back up and run a hand through my black hair, working out a couple knots that had formed in the last forty five minutes or so. I pause and follow after Mason, my payment a heavy weight in my pocket. Food for the next week, gas, maybe some cigarettes, tampons, birth control- though I could probably get that at the clinic; but whatever.
I'm glad that he waits for me to catch up and soon we're walking to his car, legs in sync. "Starbucks and McDonalds is probably open, so whichever." I reply, shrugging my shoulders. If he was buying, did I really deserve to be picky? No, and Mason already overpaid me. I stride over to the passenger side of his car, shifting my weight to one foot while I wait for him to unlock it. I'd come back for my car later, find some dirt road to park down to sleep- I couldn't afford a damn apartment; not with my expensive habits and money for gas.

[xxcrisisx]

The decision of where to go wasn't difficult. I didn't have a taste for anything in Starbucks, so I started my car and took the simple three right turns and pulled into the McDonalds parking lot. I got out before Audrey and ran around to her side of the car, and opened the door for her. It was the gentleman thing to do. When she got out of the car I walked into the restaurant with my arm slung over her shoulder. I walked up the the counter and let my eyes wander over the menu. A big mac sounded good right now. "Can I have a big mac with extra onion and a dr. pepper?" I looked at Audrey to let her order, and then paid for the food. "Where do you wanna sit?"

[audrey]

Once he unlocks the car, I pull the door open and climb in, closing it after me and not bothering with a seat belt- who would be out at this time of night? I lean back and cross my arms uder my chest; it wasn't a long drive, and once we park I start to open the door before rolling my blue eyes and waiting for Mason to open it. "Thanks." I say, waiting for him to close the door and fall into step with me.
He slings his arm over my shoulder and I make a face but decide to leave it there, it wouldn't hurt, would it? I let my gaze settle on the guy behind the counter. I knew what we looked like, but he didn't know the whole story- and probably didn't want to. "A plain cheeseburger with fries and a Mountain Dew." I say after Mason orders first. I let him pay for the food and start to the corner after he asks where I want to sit. I slide into the booth, running a hand through my black hair.