Author's note: I apologize for the formatting lapse in Chapter 1. Hopefully this and future installments will read more smoothly.
Also, you may expect a new chapter every 1-2 weeks. Delays can always occur, but I'll try to keep these coming steadily. Thank you for reading, and for your generous ratings so far!
-Vanna
*****
Trinx stood in silence for a moment before announcing her presence. "What in the bloody hell is this?"
"You've never seen it??" Lorra half-gasped.
"Obviously not."
"It's your story. A hooker finds true love in a rich client."
Trinx looked at the screen dubiously as she sat on the loveseat next to her roommate. Lorra was wearing a plain "wife-beater" shirt with a pair of pink shorts. Her hair was still slightly damp from an apparent bathing. Even more apparent as Trinx inhaled the faint, enticing scent of her shampoo.
"When was this made? A hundred years ago?"
"Even more. A hundred and nine, I think."
"Jeebus."
"It's still good." Lorra rolled her eyes. "But I guess your story is a little different. This one isn't a love triangle."
"Lucky girl."
"Really! And how was your date?"
Trinx shrugged dismissively, still watching the screen.
"That's good, in a way. A love triangle is complicated enough. You don't need a love...what would that be, with three men? A 'love square', maybe?"
"Maybe." Trinx pondered. "But the point that's diagonal to me wouldn't touch me. All the points should touch me. Symbolically speaking, I mean."
"Or literally." Lorry giggled.
"Oh, hush." Trinx subtly nodded towards the screen. "What's it called?"
"'Pretty Woman'".
Trinx shrugged. "She's not
that
pretty."
"I think she is."
"Oh, do you?"
Lorra giggled as she looked to see what appeared to be Julia Roberts wearing Trinx's clothes. 'Julia' raised her eyebrow playfully.
"I didn't say it would be an improvement, though."
"Oh! Well, then." Trinx shifted back to her previous form. She repeated the eyebrow motion.
Lorra laughed. "Stop. I can't pay you a compliment without you getting all wet."
"You can't breathe without making me wet." Trinx said, a few shades of tone away from being fully serious.
Lorra looked at her for a moment. "Come here."
Her roommate obeyed. Lorra gave her a quick kiss, then leaned back and pulled Trinx's head to rest gently on her upper chest. They both sighed softly as Trinx loosely wrapped her arms around Lorra.
"A love pyramid!" Lorra realized. "That way they would all touch..."
"Hush, love." Trinx interrupted with a delicate little laugh.
*****
"Hello, lover."
Trinx blushed at the very sight of him. For the briefest of moments, she had no memory of Rick, or being conflicted at all between two rich, charming men who knew how to bring her to dangerous levels of sexual satisfaction. His dark, slightly graying hair rolled in waves, every hair seeming to be meticulously placed. His eyes were blue, a touch lighter than Trinx's. She was torn at the sight of his tuxedo. He looked magnificent, but she wondered if her little red dress was inappropriate.
"Hi." Trinx said softly. "Is this...?"
Beau watched her look down at her own dress. "It's perfect. Like you."
She bit her lip in a smile, which would have been an adorable bit of acting. If it had been an act.
"Please." Beau gracefully motioned for her to come inside.
It was much more modern than Rick's house, although she wasn't making any conscious comparisons just yet. The wealth was obvious, and his taste was impeccable.
"Only the finest." Beau said, almost as if reading her thoughts. Trinx observed the table, set with the most expensive china and silverware, along with three courses of gourmet fare and a champagne bottle in a gold ice bucket.
"Beau...this is too much for just me."
"Nonsense." Beau pulled a chair slightly back, and Trinx accepted the invitation to sit. "Some of it is for me."
She giggled softly as he sat across from her. He immediately went to work on the champagne, soon pouring spirits for both of them. Beau offered her a glass, which Trinx took. She waited as he lingered at the precipice of making a toast.
"To the best things in life." He finally said, punctuated by the clinking of glasses.
"Some say the best things in life are free." Trinx said swiftly, halting Beau as he was about to drink.
"Perhaps. But are you going to believe nameless cliché-merchants, or me?"
"Oh, when you put it that way, you make me feel rather silly."
"It's part of your charm." Beau smiled suavely.
"Thank goodness for that!"
They drank, each managing to keep an appreciative eye on the other as they tipped their glasses upwards.
*****
His touch was delicate, almost reverent, just as she had grown accustomed to. Beau had peeled her dress from her with such surgical subtlety that she didn't even realize her nakedness until his fingertips alighted upon her hips. Trinx began to play catch-up, pulling Beau's jacket and shirt off with less gentleness.
He walked her backwards towards the bed, ultimately pushing her backwards onto it. She laughed at the uncharacteristic gesture, gazing up at him as he finished the stripping job she had begun. Trinx's hair sprawled out wildly from her head, and her fingers teased the undersides of her breasts as if of their own volition. The expression on her face was utterly serious, suddenly, gazing at him with unbridled need.
She parted her legs automatically as he crawled over her. Beau kissed her, deeply, eliciting soft moans of desire from her. Trinx gripped his shoulders, rubbing his muscles soothingly. The prosthetic member was poised at her entrance, already starting to hum pleasantly as her folds opened like the bloom of a rose...
"Stop."
Beau blinked. "What is it?"
Trinx looked up at him with wide eyes. "Why me?"
"Trinx..."
"Yes, I know about the war. Many women can't deal with your injury. But how many can?"
Beau sighed. "I'm tired of searching for those women."
"They can't be that hard to find. And women much more beautiful than me..."
"There are no such women." Beau said, almost sharply.
