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"The Best Little Whore House in New York"

[The black fabric of her dress drapes gracefully over the beautiful curves of her body. The back is open for all to see the mark tattooed at the base of her spine while the collar is cut low. Her shoulders are back and her chin held high as she leans against the bar with a sultry smile. A crystal clear liquid is poured into a martini glass before it's placed in front of her.]

Thank you. [There is a soft curl to her lips as she places the money on the counter and lifts her drink to her lips. The liquid only brushes against her upper lip when she hears the curt call of a man behind her. She places the drink down, her smile neatly set in place across her lips. She has no interest in this interruption.] What can I help you with? [Her voice is soft and silky like a deep red wine.]

[The man is stout in comparison to her, more so with the heels that raise her a few inches higher. Her posture never wavers however her smile falls, replacing the expression with an defiant stare as he begins to spout off a rabble of words in a loud booming voice.]

Come now! I know what you are. I have enough for tonight whore so show me and my friends a good time.

[As if on cue two other men join him at either side. The bartender pauses his work, his gaze on the gathering as he waves them to take it outside. This is a nice place and they aren't above calling the police, which is something she prefers not to deal with.

Leaving her drink at the bar she turns, her lips returning to their usual smirk.] I was just about to leave anyway. Your only company will be each other tonight boys. [She walks passed them but her response clearly didn't thrill them. They seethed with anger and after downing the drink she'd left on the counter they followed clumsy after her. She's almost able to hail a cab before she feels a harsh pull on her wrist. The tallest man of the group, a lanky figure who rises to Crystal's eye level has her securely held by the wrist and is dragging her towards the alley along the side of the bar.]

We can do this the easy way. [The man chuckles darkly, as he begins to pull of his belt.] Or the hard way.

[Even while being held against the wall her posture suggests dominance. Her eyes glare down at the man, her lips playing into a coy smirk that's been perfectly practiced a thousand times.]

Is it really so hard?

[She asks in a singsong tone. This was the wrong thing to say. The third man steps forward now, looking more burly than the other too. His breath and beard reek of alcohol and with the silent command spoken he raised his hand to strike her in the stomach. They won't damage a whore's pretty face.]

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[The annoying thing about fancy, Manhattan fusion bars was the fact that you couldn't smoke in them, or on the damned street outside, either. You had to go around the side of the building. Normally he filtered out the minds of people moving by, but these caught his attention. He didn't read their thoughts. He'd never go that far, but it almost didn't take a mind reader to know the voices on the street had rape on their minds.

They were moving his way, too. He tossed the cigarette to the ground and snuffed it with a too-expensive shoe before moving stealthily behind a carton as they continued.

He waited almost too long, looking for a good opening, and he was done when the big guy hit her. She was gorgeous, but that didn't matter. He liked her snark, even though he was pretty sure it was at least partially bravado. He leaped over the crates he'd used as concealment, moving with trained speed and accuracy, throttling the man who'd struck her first, grabbing him by the back of his neck and using the man's own impaired balance to throw him to the side. Fluidly, he swung on first one man, then the other, connecting with their jaws perfectly, knocking them out.

The man he'd flung pulled himself to his feet and hesitated when he noticed his friends were unconsious on the ground.

Clay turns to him, straightening the collar of his business suit and brushing off the sleeves.]

Why don't you run on home, pal?

[The man flexed his hands into fists and took a step toward Clay.]

Why don't you try fighting fair this time? The lady's ours.

[A smirk tugged at Clay's lips and a fire lit in his eyes. Fights always did that to him.]

You're on.

[Then man charged, and it wasn't more than three seconds before he joined his friends on the ground. Shaking his head, Clay turned to the woman, a look of concern on his face as he moved to her side.]

Hey, you okay? That guy looks like he's got a mean right hook.

[Crystal watches with a passing interest as the fourth man leaps out from behind his hiding place. Her fingers move to her stomach testing the injured skin tentatively, it would bruise but she would be able to hide it within a few hours of it appearing. She isn't to worried about it but instead watches as her three attackers crumple to the ground.

Her eyes look up at her savior a smile pulling at her lips. It's rare to meet someone taller than her and he is very handsome.]

It's nothing I can't handle.

[That said.]

However I will thank you for your assistance.

[Three on one is cheating and she'd have to cancel appointments if they roughed her up too much.]

Does my bodyguard have a name?

[Clay's eyebrows rose and he couldn't help but smile at that fire in her eyes.]

Yeah, looks like you were handling that pretty well, alright.

[He inclines his head at her thanks but doesn't comment. Instead, he just stands straighter.] Clay. You?

[Her smile only widens at his comment. Her head tilts to the side pulling bright blonde curls into view.]

you can call me Crystal.

[A groan pulls her gaze towards the man who are sprawled across the ground.]

Perhaps we can speak somewhere else? I think I've over stayed my welcome here tonight.

[He cuts his eyes toward the ground and the guy's he'd left there and nodded.]

That doesn't sound like a half-bad idea, Crystal. Any place in mind?

I know a few bars.

[She lifts herself from the wall taking a step passed Clay and then over one of the men on the ground. Her heels click softly on the concrete as thin delicate fingers brush a few specs of dirt from her silky dress. Once out of the alley she turns back towards Clay, a light smile playing across her plumb lips.]

Or if you have drinks at your place.

[She has no qualms with where they go.]

[The first thing he decides is that he is not taking this amazingly beautiful woman to his place. There was hardly any furniture, his ice box had nothing but beer, and he was pretty sure his laundry was going to evolve soon.

He didn't care enough to make a list of things to fix, but he cared enough not to bring a lady this classy to a place like that.]

What kind of bar are you thinking?

[She watches him as he thinks over his options, her eyes taking in every detail of his gaze and then following along the curve of his jaw. She doesn't hide the steady path of her eyes as she looks him over and only pauses to respond, her blue eyes returning to his.

They were something beautiful in his eyes and she found that she didn't want to look away.]

Do you have a preference?

[She knows almost every high class bar in the city.]

[He shrugs.] You want honesty? [He gestures back over his shoulder toward the bar they'd left behind.] That's not my scene. This? [And he straightens the lapel of his suit coat.] This is a uniform.

I'm not really a classy guy. Still interested?

I don't remember saying I was interested.

[Crystal takes a step towards him, her expression remaining in that light teasing smirk. She never expects honesty.]

Why not show me your scene.

[Her voice teases lightly as she continues.]

I think I'll be able to keep up.

You didn't. [At least not directly.] But you're still here. [He motions.] There's a cab right there. You're the one who wanted to talk somewhere else.

[He smiles.]

You're overdressed.

[A soft musical laugh falls from her lips.]

I am.

[There is a pause as she looks up at Clay.]

I can change.

[Sapphire eyes move over her form as they step back onto the street, and by all appearances, he certainly appreciates what he sees.]

You have a change of clothes hidden under there somewhere?

[Crystal can at least claim that she is prepared. She has clothes stashed in a few places having to keep up her appearances for work. At his remark she smiles.]

No but if you're willing to make a quick stop for me to- [She pauses, her lips curling in a coy smile.] freshen up?

[She takes a step closer to him, clearly unperturbed by personal space and rests a hand on the hem of his coat.]

It'll give you a change to get more comfortable as well.

[His eyes dart down to the hem of his coat when she touches his lapel, and he realizes he can't really remember the last time he'd taken a woman to bed when he wasn't smashed. That was probably pretty damned sad when he thought about it. Okay, not even probably.

He nods at her suggestion, but smirks.] See, I didn't bring a change of clothes, though.

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[Her eyebrow raises at his comment.]

You could just take a few things off.

[She suggests in a sultry tone though she knows that they'll not get very far if he starts stripping.]

I might have a spare shirt if you're interested. I warn you though. I don't invite people into my apartment.

[Which means he's waiting outside.]

[Running into this woman was shaping up to make an interesting night. He'd lived for the interesting nights since he could remember, and for at least the last 15 years. They were a nice, sweet distraction from the noise in his head, both from all the minds that flitted around him, and from the voices of the past, and the pleading voices of all the people he'd wronged, that kept him up at night. Being alone was hell. Sometimes booze made the shut up, other times it was a warm bed that wasn't his next to someone he who didn't even really know his name.

He was going to cling to this interesting night if he could.]

Fair enough. I'll stay on the front step like a good little boy.

[Interesting is one way to put it, considering Crystal’s occupation her nights off where usually meant for relaxation and taking care of herself. She has an appearance to keep though so she thought to stop by one of her usual offices and make light conversation before heading home. She rarely entertains people for fun but it’s one of the few ways that she’s truly able to say thank you to him. That and he’s one of the handsome men she’s taken to her bed.

Her smile is fixed, her blue eyes glittering as they catch the dim light on the street. The taxi from before continues to wait, its meter ticking, clearly hoping to grab the fair.]

We’ll see how good you can be.

[Her voice is softer than before, her fingers rising to lightly trail along the jewel around her neck as if to dare his eyes to look towards her cleavage. With her teasing done she turns towards the taxi and waves for Clay to follow. Her voice is smooth as she tells the drive where they are heading. It will be a 15 minute drive without traffic, her home is a decent distance away from her office. She doesn’t mix business with her private life.]

[Clay slides into the back seat of the cab with much more grace than man his size would typically muster, considering the leg room in the back. He wasn't familiar enough with the enormity of New York City to have any idea how long this drive was going to take, but he smiled over to her as the cab pulled away from the curb.]

I'm a complete angel, can't you tell?

[Crystal smiles at Clay, her fingers lightly brushing her hair from the back of her neck before returning to her lap. She turns so that she's facing him, sitting comfortably in the back seat as if she's done this many times before. The car lurches forward, her eyes carefully watching him.]

I can't argue with you yet.

[She eyes sparkle as they catch the passing street lights that zoom past the car. There is traffic but very little considering the time of night.]

Work brought you to Fusion but what more is there to you? Or do I have to guess?

[Crystal continues to smile, her tone light and teasing.]

[He smirks at her questions, watching her eyes twinkle in the passing lights.]

I could tell you, but guessing sounds like it could be more fun.

Guessing takes longer.

[She points this fact out easily but it doesn't sound like it bothers her.]

[Clay shrugs, with a smirk.]

Long cab ride.

[Crystal raises her eyebrow as if to silently tell Clay that a shrug is not an answer.]

Guessing it is. How about twenty questions?

[She leans forward slightly, affording Clay a wonderful view of her cleavage.]

[He shrugs again, but offers her a nod.]

Sure. You remember the rules?

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