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The changeling blinked at the door to the hotel room. It wouldn’t be very long until they opened the door. She didn’t have enough of a read to be able to teleport away. She hadn’t practiced very much with that magic anyway. She looked at the now lifeless body on the floor. “Fuck damnit.”

“Hey, management, we are coming in,” the voice outside called.

She chirped in fear before leaping. She was clutching her purse to herself as fire flowed over her form while she flew through the air, landing on the bed as a perfect copy of her cat. She loafed on the bed.

She popped her head up as the door fully opened as a large man stepped through the door. He looked around then his eyes focused on the body on the floor. “Oh my God.” He murmured, stepping into the room fully. “Call 911, tell them there’s a body here.” He stepped towards the body, careful not to touch it. After a few moments of looking at the body, he stood up, looking around. He stepped over to the bathroom, quickly peering in.

“Hey, what’s going on?” A voice came from the door.

The guy flinched. “Don’t come in here, this is a crime scene now. Cops coming?” He hadn’t noticed the large cat curled up on the bed. Good.

“Yeah. If it’s a crime scene, you are going to have to get out of there, Dustin”

“I know, I know.” He glanced around the room, still not seeing the changeling before leaving the room and shutting the door.

The changeling sat there, fretting. She needed just a moment, she could slip out, disguised, then change her disguise once she got far enough away. But she needed that door clear for only a few seconds. She watched as the door was closed. She waited impatiently as the manager, Dustin, apparently, took up position in front of the door.

It was only a matter of minutes before the door opened again, admitting another human, this one wearing a blue shirt with a golden badge on his chest. He glanced in before talking into his microphone. The changeling thought about bolting, but she decided to bide her time and wait for the right moment to make her escape.

It wasn’t very long before more humans showed up, starting with a group wearing white shirts and carrying medical equipment. They stayed at the threshold for a long moment, assessing the situation before moving to the body. The idiot was rolled onto his back and they checked. One of them sighed softly, “Yeah, he’s dead.”

“Okay, this is a crime scene, we’ll call the coroner once detectives get here,” the first guy said. It wasn’t long before that group of humans left.

As they were waiting, the human looked around, trying to figure out what had happened, when he spied the cat. “Hey, buddy.” he said soothingly as he approached, “you don’t belong here.”

The changeling leaned back as he came close, hissing.

“It’s okay, let’s see what we can do with you. OUCH!” He pulled his hand back from her full clawed swipe. “You aren’t very friendly, are you?”

The changeling growled in response, ending with another hiss.

The human chuckled, “You must belong to this guy here. Maybe you can tell me what happened?” He tilted his head a bit as he watched her, when she growled and hissed again he shook his head. “But you aren’t very talkative, are you?” She growled low in response. All she needed was an opening. He withdrew. “I’ll let the detectives interview you. You are probably the only witness, but you can’t testify.”

Minutes passed, with her keeping her eye on the human as he stayed at the door. Growling and offering the occasional hiss whenever he looked too friendly. Just her luck, he was a cat person, apparently.

Finally he looked behind him and her heart dropped. More humans. Two more entered the room. These were wearing dress shirts and slacks, though they still had guns and their badges were clipped to their belts. They looked around the room with a practiced gaze. One of them saw the changeling. “Anyone know about the cat?”

The first officer responded. “Nah, was here when we entered the room. Might be our only witness.” He chuckled.

“For all we know, the cat is the suspect. Call animal control.”

That got an internal smile. The changeling would be able to escape from wherever they took her. But most of all, she’d be away from the hotel room. She waited patiently as the detectives started to look around the room, looking for clues.

The smaller of the two detectives pulled on some gloves and was checking the body. “No wallet, no phone. Robbery might be a motive. You smell that?”

The taller one came close, blinking. “Oh, a junkie. Deal gone bad maybe?”

The smaller one leaned down. “Looks likely. We are going to have to get pictures of everything.” He glanced at the changeling. “Including that cat. But we aren’t going to find much. Find a weapon?”

The taller one stood up from picking up her little holdout. “This is kinda weird.” He opened up what looked like the glasses case, withdrawing the gun. “Wow, this belongs in a museum.” He looked at it for a long moment, then looked at the body. “There are our entry wounds, close together. No exit wounds.”

“Bag it. I don’t see anything else.” He looked around. “How did the killer get out? There’s no other entrance, the bathroom doesn’t have a window, and they can’t be hiding in here. The witnesses heard the shots, and nobody exited.” He looked down at the body. “Could this be a suicide?”

They both got closer to the body, looking at the wounds. “No powder burns.” The taller one said softly. “So greater than three feet or so. Someone else had to have shot them.” He shook his head. “I’m pretty sure this is a murder. But…how?” He looked at the changeling for a long moment.

“Forensics is here.” A voice from outside calls. “And so is animal control.”

“Let’s get the cat.” The shorter one stood up, walking to the bed. “Come on, buddy.”

The changeling let herself be picked up. “Oof, you are a heavy one, aren’t ya.” He said, stroking her head. She just flattened her ears.

The first officer gaped. “That cat tried to take my hand off when I tried to pick em up.”

The detective chuckled. “I guess you just don’t have the touch.” He carried the changeling out of the room, and shortly she was deposited into a carrier much how she typically traveled with Bagheera. As the cage door shut she sat and waited as the carrier was carried out to a vehicle, where she was placed in the back. As the door shut, she waited as the human moved away from the vehicle. She adjusted her position a bit before violet fire flashed over her paw, turning it human but a bit smaller. It was trivial for her human hand to open the carrier, allowing her to crawl out. She grinned before transforming into a dog. She pushed the door open and sprinted onto the asphalt, tearing down the parking lot with human shouts following her.

She skidded through a turn onto the sidewalk before making it to the intersection. She kept her speed up before she found an alley, she dashed into the alley and ran down it for a good distance. After she finally slowed and stopped, she looked behind her. Nobody was following her. She grinned before flames enfolded her, leaving her as a human once again, clutching her purse. She nodded to herself. She got away cleanly. No more low class hotels for this changeling, no ma’am. She nodded to herself as she started walking. Pulling up the Uber app and entering in her hotel information. She needed to lie down. Staying in such a small form meant continuously using her magic, her love reserves were lower than she’d like. Loving on Bagheera would help, but she needed a good client. She glanced at her phone. Nothing at the moment. She sighed. Well, more would show up soon enough.

***

It wasn’t too long until the changeling made it to her hotel. Nobody looking at her would have imagined she’d just killed someone and escaped the police. As she made it to her room, she waved the card in front of the lock and opened the door. She looked at what she was holding, a dead man’s knife and his wallet. She relaxed to her natural state before lighting her horn. She poured magic into the knife, watching as it started to glow, once it was the right temperature, she grunted as she squashed the metal into a small ingot before reversing the flow of heat, the metal flexed and hissed as the heat was drawn out of it, cooling it almost instantly. She tossed the metal in the trash before devoting her attention to the wallet. What a sad thing, most of her clientele had wallets thick with debit and credit cards, along with professional certifications and other random things that men usually accumulate in their wallets. This one, however, was nearly empty. She pulled out two hundred dollars in various denominations.

She glanced at the drivers license, she didn’t need to inspect the photograph of the mutt, she had a good enough look at his face already. Though she remembered the name for potential future use. A flash of fire had the license nothing more than a bad smell in the room that her magic would wipe away shortly before she looked at his debit card. At least he had some sort of banking, though the card logo was of one of those online only banks. Yeah, he was in rough shape before his fatal error, nothing wasted.

She could feel something, though, at her legs. She looked down at Bagheera as he rubbed against her legs with a questioning meww. She lit her horn to feed the hungry cat, quickly a can of food was popped open and deposited in his bowl. As he settled down to his meal, she was over at her luggage, she’d only been in Chicago a short time. But with this close call, leaving sounded like a good idea to her. She liked warmer temperatures. She pulled her laptop out and set it on the bed before stretching out and lighting her horn to operate the laptop computer. For a long time she was looking at the map on the screen, trying to decide which city would be better. She could head back to the DC area, Celestia was gone, though the portal was in more use now, with the beginning of a world-wide weather bureau. The news had something about more migration between the two worlds, nearly ten million humans were in Equestria and nearly half that number of ponies would be on this Earth in the near future. She found herself fascinated with how well the two species were getting to know each other. Though that friendliness was good for her, more humans interacting with ponies on a regular basis meant that more would be interested in banging a pony. More money for her. And better yet, more food for her. And more cover. She committed to memorize one new disguise every night.

She blinked as Bagheera hopped up on the bed. “Well, good evening, Cuteness McPurr.” She reached out a hoof and scratched behind his ear, getting his ears to half close. Her breathing was more even as she reviewed the events in her mind. No, they’d never be able to identify her from the gun. That was a private sale a few years before, which she had picked it up along with a couple other weapons from an old man who was getting rid of his extensive collection and thought that the pretty woman who showed up interested in buying reminded him of his deceased granddaughter. Which would be correct, since she had found a picture on researching him when he advertised and finding the picture of the woman with the news article of her death. Drunk driving killed enough damned humans.

The ringing of her phone captured her attention, she pulled the device closer, nearly drooling in anticipation, her reserves were much lower than she’d like. Between magically holding items when she changed forms, and changing to a form much smaller than her natural form, she wasn’t running on empty, but her next client would be pretty drained if she wasn’t careful. She answered the call. “This is your fantasy,” she breathed into the phone.

“Hi there, I was referred by a friend. I’d like to book an appointment.”

Her eyes widened, she always loved getting referrals, maybe staying around Chicago might be a good idea, if one of her first clients were talking about how much fun they had. She nodded. “Of course, I’d be happy to please. Did you read my fees on my website?”

“No, my friend didn’t mention the website, but he told me you were expensive, but very worth it.”

“Indeed I am.” She named off the costs.

“Wow, he wasn’t kidding. But sure.”

“Where do I need to go?”

“Oh, I’d prefer to visit you.”

“That’s fine.” She named the hotel and room number. It was just down the hall from the room she was staying in.

“We’ll be there in about an hour.”

She smiled. “Oh, I’ll be happy to have you visit.” She closed down the connection. We…she thought. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time she was booked with multiple men. Those were fun, plenty of love to go around and lots of fun sweaty exercise for all involved. She reached out with her magic and opened another can of food. Her magic made quick work of his litter box and she tied up the trash bag with his droppings before she changed back into her usual human female form to carry the bag as she gave Bagheera one last scratch and walked out of the bedroom into the living room of her suite. She looked in the mirror, admiring the nude form standing there. She smiled and flames washed over her, leaving her wearing a teeny frilled skirt along with a schoolgirl shirt that barely covered her breasts. The skirt was short enough that moving showed off what was usually covered by panties, and if she lifted her arms enough, her breasts would fall out. She smirked into the mirror before grabbing the key for her other room. She took the elevator down to the lobby and walked through it, enjoying the looks and stares of the men as she exited the hotel and walked around the side of the building to toss the bag.

She walked confidently back inside, swaying her hips and feeding greedily on the lustful looks she got heading back to the elevator. As she entered her other hotel suite, she reverted back to her natural shape as she lit her horn and the dozen or so candles around the bedroom before moving into the living room and sitting next to the couch, flipping on the television so she could wait comfortably.

The rest of the hour passed quickly when there was a soft knock on the door. The changeling changed back to the human form, the same outfit as before as she walked to the door. A quick glance outside showed two male humans, which got a soft sigh of relief. She smiled before opening the door. “My pleasure, gentlemen.” She stepped back and bid their entrance. The older man was in his mid forties, his hair was dark, and he was dressed in business attire, collar was buttoned with his tie perfectly knotted. Behind him was a younger man, not much more than a boy. They shared the same dark hair, both with bright blue eyes. The younger looked very nervous, and the older had an easy and confident smile, flashing white, perfect teeth.

She addressed the older. “Well, since there are two of you…” She stopped as he held up a hand.

“Oh, I shall not be partaking of your services.” He looked her up and down. “At least not today.” He turned and looked at the younger one. “My son, he’s eighteen, and hasn’t been able to score yet.”

“You know, Dad…”

He shushed his son before looking back at the changeling. “As I said, he hasn’t been with a woman yet. Before I send him out into the world, I need you to make him a man. Not really any girlfriends. I asked him if he were gay. If that were the case, I’d find a different escort for him. But my friend said you could provide him with whatever his heart’s desire is?”

She smiled brightly. “I’d be happy to.” She looked at the son then at the father before tilting her head. “You think just an hour will be enough?”

“Daaaaad…” He subsided at the stern look from his father, who reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope.

“This should be enough for two hours of your time, miss.” She could feel how thick the envelope was, her smile magnified on taking the money. He turned back to his son. “Okay, my boy. Once she rocks your world, you can either give me a call, I’m going to get some food. Or just uber home if you want. Just text me.” He patted his son’s shoulder before opening the door and exiting, leaving the two of them in the room.

The changeling reached forward, putting her arms around his neck and giving him a peck on the cheek. “So, you haven’t had sex before?” She crooned into his ear. She could already feel the beginnings of lust from the younger human.

“N…n…n…nnnoooo.” His face was turning bright red. The changeling found that to be endearing.

She reached up and nipped his earlobe with her teeth. “Well, once I’m done with you, you’ll know exactly what to do.” Virgins were nothing new to Hope. They required a special touch, for as much as they did want to, running at them pussy first yelling let’s fuck would make them run in terror.

She twirled around to sit on the bed and patted the space beside her. He sat beside her and she held his hand. Start out the introduction seduction with some light touch, just establish touching a female as something he needn’t fear. “So, what’s your name, cutie?”

“Tyler,” said the boy.

“Tyler’s a cute name. As for me, call me your fantasy, although I also answer to Fuck Yes, Harder, Mommy, and HYeheeeruheuhraaargh!” Hope made her best impression of a male orgasmic grunt, making Tyler laugh. “And how old are you?”

“I’m eighteen.”

“So just eighteen, really. I should card… Anyway, I’m twenty. What do you do?” As she said this, she turned more towards Tyler and put a hand on his knee firmly. She kissed him on the cheek.

“I go to school.”

She sighed. “Oh. Right.”

“What do you do, Ma’am?”

“Guys. Girls. Ponies. I’m a whore,” said Hope dryly, her irritation at Tyler’s continued caginess seeping out.

Tyler hesitated. “Do you get a lot of guys like me?”

“You mean first timers?”

“Virgins.”

She reclined backwards and stretched out. She felt his eyes grow to take in the view. “Plenty.”

“Do you find them annoying?” He was blushing, his eye glued to her chest. With a deep breath, she popped her tits out from under her shirt, the female flesh splaying invitingly under the pull of gravity.

Hope giggled, “Not at all, Tyler, virgins are one of the best parts of the job. Experienced sexers are all the same -- flirt, oral, fuck, cum, go. Virgins all require special attention and a unique approach. And you get to make a special memory for someone. And it’s really cute when you can tell it really is a guy’s first time he loses control inside you – it’s just adorable how he clings while calling your name.”

“I see.”

“Are you a little overdressed to be talking about this?” Hope teased. Tyler removed his shirt. While his vision was obscured, she magically pulled him back towards her to lie by her side. She reached out her hand and grabbed his, placing it on it on a bare breast. “Come on, touch me.” His eyes widened as he touched an erect nipple, he almost pulled back at the unfamiliar touch, but his face heated more and he cupped her breast.

“Is this really okay?”

“Of course it is, I’m a girl and you’re a boy, this is what boys and girls do together.”

She counted in her head before taking off her hand. Reaching down she lifted up the rear of her skirt, showing off her pert rear end.

“Because you want me, or because of what you do?”

“You are in luck, young man. I don’t think your father even knows the truth about me.”

“You have sex with men for money, I’m pretty sure he knows.”

That got a throaty laugh from the changeling. “Oh, sweetie, I’m so much more than that.” She leaned forward, kissing him gently on the cheek. “I can be anything you want.”

Hope stood up before him. Violet flames washed over her form, leaving her taller, with much darker skin and enormous breasts. She smiled at the look on his face. Another flash of flame and she was not even five feet tall, skinny as a rail with pale skin covered in freckles and bright green eyes to go along with the red hair, at her crotch was a thin coating of red hair. “See, the carpet can match the drapes.” Violet flames again washed over her, and she was a unicorn mare, bright white with an indigo mane and three purple diamonds on her flank. She flicked her tail to the side and winked at him. Then again she changed forms, to a yellow Pegasus with a pink mane and tail. Turning back to him, she became a purple alicorn. She stepped forward and reared up, placing her hooves on his shoulders and reached forward for a kiss. His lips remained closed, but she could feel lust working up within him. “So, what’s your preference?”

She lit her horn, she couldn’t glean much information without physical contact, but she could catch images from his mind with this spell. Though it was whirling, too fast for her to make anything definitive out. She tilted her head to the side. “Is there something wrong?” Fire washed over her form, leaving her in her original shape.

He shook his head. “N…n…n…no. Well, not really.” He shook his head again. He looked down. “I want sex, I mean, I like sex.” He looked back up at her. “But…I want it to…mean something?”

She tilted her head. “Mean something? It means as little or as much as you want it to.”

“What does it mean to you?”

“It’s a physical act, recreation, a lot of fun.”

Tyler gulped, “No, I meant for me.”

Hope laughed, “You get some happy exercise, you have a few really good orgasms, and you learn how to have sex.” She took a step forward. “You wouldn’t be the first young man that I’ve initiated into the world of great sex.” She ran a finger along his cheek. His emotions were a swirl, she could feed on him, a little. He did have sexual thoughts and feelings. She flashed the flames along her body and she was nude before him. “You know, if you aren’t interested in trying the pony side of life. I can certainly assist anyway.” She leaned close, she knew he could smell her breath, which she kept nice and sweet. She nuzzled his cheek with her nose as she ran her hand down along his jeans. “Your body wants to. Your father paid me, I am yours for the next couple of hours.” She rubbed a bit more forcefully on his bulge in his jeans. “Just let me…” She reached out both hands and grabbed his jeans, pulling on the belt to undo it.

He stepped back. “Please, no.”

She stomped a foot, suddenly frustrated. “I know you want to, I can feel the desire screaming within. In the back of your mind, you want to pick me up and throw me onto that couch and fuck my brains out until I scream.” She let her frustration evaporate. “But here’s the thing. I want you to.”

He blinked. “No, you don’t. You want to get paid, you want to do what you were paid money for. I don’t know. I mean, I like the idea of sex. And you are beautiful like this, and those other shapes you took, were drop dead gorgeous. But…”

She furrowed her brow. “But…what?”

“I don’t know if it’s real. I want my first time to be real, to touch more than my dick. I want to feel a connection.”

“Since you’re a virgin and I’m different, we can certainly make do without the condom. I’ll even let you cum inside me. Doesn’t get more connected that that, sweetie.” She flashes a brilliant smile at him. Though for some reason, he leaned back a bit as though fearful.

“No, you can’t. You were paid, this, right here.” He waved his hands, indicating both of them. “This is the very definition of not real. You were paid to get me off.” He looked at her and sighed. “You are fucking insanely sexy. But I…can’t.”

She stepped back, folding her arms over her breasts. “So, you have a girlfriend, one your dad doesn’t know about? Or approve of?”

He looked down. “No.”

“Boyfriend?” Again flames washed over her, leaving a human male standing there, dusky blonde hair with brown eyes and muscular body, and a large cock hanging there at half-mast. She tilted her head a bit. “I mean, I can accommodate, if you truly prefer guys.”

“No, no, no, I’m not into guys.”

Flames again, leaving her back in her female form. She hadn’t fed enough, all this transformation was starting to wear on her. “Sweetie, I know you are horny, I can feel it from here. You like looking at the female body, whether they be pony or human.” She leaned closer, trying not to let her hunger take over in her head. “But what is the harm, getting your dick wet with a beautiful woman.” She couldn’t use much magic in a human shape, But she gathered it within her hands as she reached out and grabbed his belt, with a pull and a surge of magic, his clothes were on the floor. She reached forward and grabbed him. He was fully erect, she felt some gratification that she had affected him enough for his little soldier to stand at attention, she plopped to her knees. “Just enjoy while I make sure you visit heaven.” She brought him close and opened her mouth to bring him in.

Only to have his hand gently grab the sides of her head and push her away. She looked up at him, shocked. This was not the only time she’s gotten resistance with a client. But without fail, she got them naked and their dick in her hands, they were putty for her to mold, and plenty of love for her to feast on. He looked down at her. “No, I’m sorry. I’m not feeling it. I’m sorry.”

She looked down, his penis was shrinking slowly in her grasp. He truly felt that he needed some emotional connection to enjoy sex. Something that baffled the changeling.

“Please, stand up.”

She felt as though she wanted to cry. The emotions roiling through her own head were confusing her. She’d never failed. Not with this, she was the best in the business. She could get any man, or any woman, off. To be shut down like this…surprised her. Tears sprang up in her eyes. “Am I not good enough?” Her voice was small.

In response he grabbed her by the shoulders and drew her to her feet before hugging her. She did enjoy the skin to skin contact, she fed a bit, he did like her. Though the why of that was baffling to her. She slowly melted into his hug. He wasn’t groping her. She brushed his penis. Nothing.

“Why am I not good enough for you?” She moaned.

She couldn’t see his frown, but she felt his emotions. She felt strength returning to her body slowly. He squeezed tighter. “You aren’t just some sad woman who does this to survive. You really like what you do.”

“Of course, I do this to survive.” She stopped for a long moment. She wasn’t going to tell him that it was her source of food. Without feeding on the emotions, she would weaken, she would die. She didn’t want to die. “I need to. But…I truly enjoy what I do, far more than most people like their jobs. I’m great at it, and it’s kinda an insult to me as a professional I can’t get a teen guy to pounce me.” The changeling tried and failed to stop herself from laughing as she let out the sentence, Tyler laughing along with her.

But why was she pushing herself so hard. She had plenty of money, she didn’t need half the clients she took on, though by feeding less from each client and having more of them, she always kept her reserves high. Even now, with her reserves somewhat depleted from the mess that was that day, she could survive for weeks without a client, without an infusion of love. Why was she pushing so hard? She opened her mouth to speak. But nothing came out.

He pulled back, tilting his head and smiling at her. “Okay, you need money to survive. Do you have a pimp? My dad is a lawyer, he makes a lot of money. We can get you away from him.”

She shook her head. “Don’t need one, don’t have one. I’m fully independent, and with that comes a lot of overhead. Advertising – getting my name out. Communications – So many messages per day. Transport – Touring city to city. Food – I gotta eat every single meal out because I can’t cook because I live out of hotels. Accoutrements – I need lingerie, I need dresses, I need fetish gear, I need outfits from the casual to the fancy. Lodging – Easily the biggest expense. I can’t host just out of anywhere, I have an image to maintain, need to be where customers are – it has to be fancy, there’s expectations when you charge as much as me -- and I need a space I don’t work out of for my own wellbeing.

He stepped back. “Well, mission accomplished, you told my dad five grand, he gave you ten. You’ve got money. You didn’t have to have me grunting between your legs to get it. You can go on to your next client, and they can fuck you senseless.” He reached out and brushed her hair over her ear. “But I want my first time to be special, with a woman whom I truly love.”

“So, some kind of Jesus freak?” She scoffed.

Apparently, he was more understanding that she realized. He smiled softly. "It has nothing to do with religion, it’s just... me...I want it to be special, to mean something. I don't want personal gratification with a stranger. Is it wrong to want to feel like you belong? like you are needed, like your partner needs you as much as you need them? Is it wrong to want to be able to hold them, look them in the eyes, and understand them? I don't know if this even makes sense... I just think love should be give and take, should be shared, in more then just a physical way, anyway.” He reached down and grabbed his underwear, pulling it on before he grabbed his pants. “Thank you, you are absolutely gorgeous. And I hope you find what you are looking for.” He looked at her intensely as he buckled his belt. “And it’s more than money, with as much as you charge, I’m pretty sure you have a pile of money squirreled away.”

He had no idea. She smirked as he reached through his shirt to pull it on. She blinked. “At least, can you kiss me? Like you really mean it?”

He paused, his hand on the door handle. Looking inward for a long moment before he let go of the handle and opened his arms, allowing her to flow into his grasp. She tilted her face up to him and his mouth came down on hers. She teased his mouth open and their tongues intertwined. She pulled him to her tightly, feeding on the real, raw emotion from him. She had him confused, and she knew he was attracted to her. She moaned softly, getting the kiss to lengthen as she fed on his emotions. Not as filling as the love and lust that she usually feasted on with her clients, but it worked. She was careful, though. He would walk out of here as tired as if he had had a marathon sex session. But hopefully he wouldn’t notice the real reason why. She kept pulling him closer to her as she fed before he finally pulled away. His knees were weak, stumbling a bit as he stepped back to the door, eliciting a giggle from her. She reached out a hand. “If you really decide you want to. Let me know. I will rock your world.”

His eyes were glazed a bit. He smiled looking at her as he opened the door. “I know you will, and maybe one day.”

As the door shut, she sat down on the floor. She hadn’t fed enough, but she’d pulled enough from the human to tide her over. Though she needed new clients, and fast. She reverted back to her natural form with a sigh, her horn lighting to lock the door. She floated her phone and unlocked it. A glance at the notifications showed two missed calls. She swiped to open the voicemail app, looking with hope, ahh, one left a message. She read through the message and smiled. Some hot, sweaty fun, yeah, she could do that. She tapped to call the number back.

***

The sun was but a memory when she got back to her hotel. She was back in the tiny skirt outfit as she walked into the lobby. This last client was probably passed out in his bed now, sating both his desires, and her body. She smiled with renewed vigor, you couldn’t win them all, and the new cash in her bag had a spring in her step as she pressed the elevator button. She hummed to herself as the elevator car arrived and she stepped inside. It was only a few moments to her floor and she stepped from the elevator and turned down the hallway. Though there seemed to be a commotion at her working room. Her eyes widened the same kid from earlier was standing at the door, knocking urgently. She couldn’t draw attention to herself from the management. She stepped closer. “What’s going on?” She asked softly.

He turned to look at her, instead of the quiet self confidence of only about three hours before, tears were streaming down his face, though on seeing her, he leapt for her, latching onto her with a huge hug. “Thank God you’re here.” He sobbed into her shoulder.

She reached up her hands and pushed him back a bit, thoroughly confused. “Tyler?”

He shook his head. “I was hoping you were still there. I didn’t know what to do. My dad…”

She furrowed her brow. “Your dad, what?”

“He asked me if you rocked my world. And….” He looked sheepish. “I couldn’t lie to him. So, I told him what happened.” He looked down. “And he kicked me out. He spent all that money for me, and I threw it in his face.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that…” She stumbled to a stop as he pulled a wad of cash from his pants.

“Please, I don’t know if I have enough, it’s a bit over two thousand dollars here. At least, can I fuck you just once? So my dad doesn’t feel as though he wasted his money on me?”