//make a night you won't remember// [Dreamer] Blitz^^

Charlotte Blair

It is not for the whore
to say "yes, sir" or "no, sir"
Not for the harlot to pick or to chose
or to lead me a dance

A strong wind burst between the buildings, sweeping the girl's hair into her face. Hugging her arms close to her body, Charlotte sighed, watching the her breath curl up into the night air before vanishing. Suddenly something heavy and warm wrapped itself around her shoulders. Not flesh, she knew that touch this was fabric but it belonged to a boy who was very much made of flesh. She hadn't realized how cold she was until the garment shielded her pale skin from the biting chill of winter. "You have no option, you're coming home with me." Well wasn't that rich. "You better pay a lot, mister," she said before letting the stranger lead her through the maze of streets that was District Six to a warm house. Once settled there, there were blankets to cuddle in and soup to heat her insides yet, no money. The stranger introduced themselves as "Romero" wasn't that a ridiculous name?

"Well, Romero I am in need of some payment before any of my services can be solicited," that was a word Clyde taught her and it helped in the business part of her job. Although, Charlotte was uncertain if this boy was going to give her what she actually wanted- money, not kindness.

Charlotte Blair

It is not for the whore
to say "yes, sir" or "no, sir"
Not for the harlot to pick or to chose
or to lead me a dance

A great big smile pulled at the girl's red lips as she realized her client didn't even realize he was one. The boy started to stutter about not being interested, but Charlotte figured he was just too shy or ashamed to admit he'd accidentally brought a hooker home. Standing up, she let the blankets fall from her shoulders revealing her now warm skin clothed in the thin black fabric she had picked for tonight. She crossed the room, her fingers skimming her swaying hips and her teeth biting down on her lip. The boy kept stuttering at her but Charlotte shushed him, wrapping her fingers around his wrists and placing his hands on her waist. She was about to silence him with a kiss and maybe steal his wallet in the process before the kid yelled out his true reasons from resisting her advances.

Gay? That's a new one. Charlotte busted out laughing, letting the boy retract his hands as she bent over, wiping tears from her eyes. After she caught her breath, Charlotte looked the kid in the eyes before asking "So, how much exactly would you pay me to stay here?"

Charlotte Blair

It is not for the whore
to say "yes, sir" or "no, sir"
Not for the harlot to pick or to chose
or to lead me a dance

How much was her usual rate? Well, it was turning out to be all too easy to rob this poor kid out of all his money. Putting on her best pompous air, Charlotte stuck her nose in the air and walked around the boy's room, touching table tops and frowning at the dust. "Well, I'm no run of the mill hooker. I'm first rate goods, I doubt you'd have the kind of money to have me for an hour much less an entire night."

All of this, of course, was big fat lie. Charlotte took what she could get, before her time in the slammer she made pretty good money but this past year was a little shaky. She could use whatever this boy was able to dish out- and all of it without having to take off her clothes, what a steal!

Charlotte Blair

It is not for the whore
to say "yes, sir" or "no, sir"
Not for the harlot to pick or to chose
or to lead me a dance

The boy's confession made Charlotte stop her pacing around the room for a moment and really look at the boy. He hadn't moved this whole time and his face had a look a actual shock across it. Kind of hilarious, this whole situation. A hooker being the first person to know you're gay, trying to cheat a kid out of money. It's like she was in one of those Capitol shows.

Romeo (that was his name, right?) pulled out his wallet and Charlotte instantly took a step forward. Two hundred bucks? Not a bad price for just lounging in some kid's house for the night. Still, would her conscience allow her to take this poor child's money? Of course!

"Yes, yes that'll be fine. Is there anything else I can do for you- not that but maybe talk? i seem to be doing a lot of that with clients recently," it felt like Charlotte hadn't met a paying client who just wanted her body in a while. The District must have gotten its fill of carnal desire and wanted something deeper- how boring.

Charlotte Blair

It is not for the whore
to say "yes, sir" or "no, sir"
Not for the harlot to pick or to chose
or to lead me a dance

Dragging the blanket around herself, the girl sneered at Romero across the room. He was going to make her work for her money, and not the easy kind of work either where you can tune out and count the ceiling tiles. Resting her boots against the coffee table, the girl kept her painted lips sealed for a few minutes before finally answering the boy's question.

"Well I didn't do it for shits and giggles," she hissed but then her face became soft, her voice matching her features. "It's... it's all I've known. Can't do much of anything else."

The girl's blue eyes dropped slowly to the floor not really seeing anything. Charlotte never thought of this as a bad life, but she didn't have anything to compare it to. Maybe there was something better she could be doing with her life...
 

Charlotte Blair

It is not for the whore
to say "yes, sir" or "no, sir"
Not for the harlot to pick or to chose
or to lead me a dance

Laughing so hard she started snorting, Charlotte threw the blanket off her shoulders, after throwing the kid off of her. Hugs- there was only one person she ever hugged and gave a shit about it and that was Clyde. However it was the boy's suggestion that got her giggling.

"Listen kid, I don't need your charity. I got a job, and I'm damn good at it. You might not like getting thrown a bit but I do. At least you know your little secret is safe with me- shame though, you looked like you could have used a little loosening up," with that Charlotte lunged for the money on the coffee table, ready to bust of there and get back to her street corner.