Pretty Woman - Chapter 1
By Shandi

     She strutted slowly down the dark streets of New 
York City, as she waited for her next customer to 
pull up.  She had thigh high black vynil boots, a 
short denim skirt, and a black tube top on; Her usual 
kinda outfit for a warm night like this.  She reached 
into her purse and pulled out a cigarette and 
lighter, lit her cigarette then leaned against a 
building.  She took a deep drag and exhaled as she 
leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
    "Excuse me," a male voice said.
    She looked at him and smiled, he was hot and 
reminded her of someone, but she couldn't put her 
finger on it.  She walked over to the car and leaned 
on the door.  The man had watched this girl for a 
long time, since she used to help out with their 
tours.  He knew she was a very special person who 
could do much more then sell herself to make money.
    "Hey baby, what can I do for you?" She cooed.
    The man smiled, "Get in the car," he replied.
    She hurried to the passenger side of the car and 
got in.  She looked the man up and down, he was 
beautiful.  She knew she could never have a man like 
him, except if he was paying for her.    
     "I'd like for you to come home with me," the man 
stated.  "How much will that cost me?"
     "It depends on how long you want me to stay," 
she replied.
     "Ok, then charge me when we're done," he smiled.  
"I'm Paul, by the way," he said extending his hand.
     "Ginger," she said quietly, placing her hand in 
his.  He laughed to himself, knowing that wasn't her 
name.  
     The car ride was quiet but short.  They pulled 
up infront of the plaza hotel and Paul started to get 
out. 
     Ginger was suprised for a second then asked, 
"Are you staying here?"
     "No, I thought we could just sit here infront of 
it," he chuckled. "Of course I'm staying here."
     "Cool," Ginger tried playing it cool.

     "Good evening Mr. Stanley," The door man smiled.
     Ginger gasped again as she realized she was with 
Paul Stanley.  She worried about him recognizing her, 
then tried to forget about it.  It was so long ago 
anyway.
     "How are ya, Henry?" Paul replied.
     "Very good sir, thank you," Henry said opening 
the door for Paul and Ginger.
     They walked through the lobby getting stares 
from some of the rich people schmoozing.  Paul barely 
noticed, but Ginger actually felt uncomfortable.  As 
they stood in the elevator, Paul turned to Ginger and 
ran his hands through her long brown hair.  She 
remember back to when she helped Kiss' costume 
designer.  She wanted to be with Paul so much.  She 
couldn't let her feelings get in the way tonight, he 
was paying her for sex and that was it.
      They entered the large suite and Ginger's eyes 
widened; it was beautiful.  She tried to act 
nonchalant about the extravagant room, but Paul could 
see the excitement in her eyes.
      "This is a pretty nice room," she said, "what 
are you, some kinda millionare or something?"
      "Or something," Paul smiled, then pulled her 
into his arms.  He leaned in to kiss her and she 
pulled her face away.  
      "I never kiss customers on the lips."
      "Oh...well....then...." Paul mumbled a bit, not 
knowing how to go about getting into it.  
       Ginger laughed then she pushed him onto the 
bed and strattled him.  He pulled her tube top down 
and massage her breasts as she unbuttoned his shirt.  
She ran her fingers through his chest hair, then 
kissed and licked her way down to his belt buckle.  
She yanked his belt off forcefully, throwing it on 
the floor.  He gasped in excitement, then leaned to 
kiss her. She jerk her face away again.  
     "Never," she said.  
     "I'm sorry, I'm just used to doing it," he said 
through heaving breathing. 
     "It's, alright," she replied, then pushed him 
back down and proceeded to remove the rest of his 
clothing.  She took his dick in her hand and licked 
it teasingly, making him squirm.  Then she took the 
whole thing into her mouth and pleasured him until he 
was about to cum.  She climbled ontop of him, lifted 
her skirt and lowered herself onto his erection.
      "Oh god," she gasped as he filled her.  He 
grabbed her hips and thrusted into her hard, making 
her scream out.  He then rolled her over and kissed 
her neck as he continued to fuck her.  She felt the 
hot tingly flash of an orgasm hit her hard and she 
cried out.  Her nails scratched down Paul's back, 
which sent him over the edge. He grunted and pounded 
her harded then burried himself into her as he 
climaxed.  He whimpered and laid on her catching his 
breath.  
       She smiled, for the first time in a long time.  
Although this was dirty sex, it actually felt like 
something different....not like she has experienced 
with her normal customers.  She fingered his long 
dark hair as she stroked his sweaty forehead.  He 
lifted his head to gaze at her.
       "Stay with me," he asked.
       She smiled, but knew better.  "I can't do 
that, I need to go out and work. It's still early."
       "I'll pay you $5000.00 to stay with me for the 
next week." he offered.
       "What?" she said in shock. "Your kidding 
right?"
       "Absolutely not." he said firmly, "Five grand, 
everything included, if you'll just spend the next 
week with me."
       "Getting paid to stay with Paul Stanley for a 
week," she thought to herself.  "Ok, but there's no 
catches is there? Like sharing me with friends or 
anything weird, right?"
       "No catches, just you and me for the next 
week," he said, moving to the side of her. 
       Ginger tried hiding her smile, "Ok."
       Paul smiled, then wrapped an arm around her 
and pulled her to him.   Ginger sighed with 
happiness, and nestled herself against his naked body 
as she drifted to sleep..  Paul kissed her forehead 
and closed his eyes as he fell asleep.