and yes i've dreamt of you too.

[acesoto]

marielavasquez:

         She was nineteen. It was the end of her freshman year and Mariela Vasquez was… Distressed to say the least. With her scholarships she had one year full pay, but the next year’s was indeterminate. Some of the grants and rewards only paid once, others went throughout her four years of schooling. But if she didn’t have enough to cover her years, she couldn’t go. She couldn’t rack up debt, not when her family had nothing and no loans would be given in the first place. There was the tuition free option, but… They weren’t middle class. If anything they were upper lower class and, they wouldn’t fit the bill either. It was closing time until one of the girls she had class with and had a drink with now and then ( mostly coffee while studying ), told her about what she does to cover her schooling. It wasn’t unheard of, but it wasn’t the sort of thing all girls fell into. They had to know someone on the inside and then, well, they had to be able to give nightly availability, sometimes daily, and they had to be open… Sexually.

Mariela wasn’t a prude per se, in fact she quite enjoyed the idea of sex, and had had it on a few occasions but it had been nothing spectacular, not like the novels she’d read or the movies she’d seen. She’d came maybe once or twice since her first time and that was hardly because she was fully stimulated – it was because it was easy to turn on a virgin. There was a card of her own given to her when the other left and words to say ‘tell them Bambi sent ya.’ And she was left contemplating. It wasn’t the same as before, there were still questions of girls who did things such as this but there wasn’t as much judgment. And she was confident in herself… Regular jobs she could get now weren’t an option. This was. Was it really wrong to think about it? It wasn’t. So she called the number and met with the agency that weekend. The questions were numerous, the background checks efficient, it took time, but eventually she had a name and she was in their system: Angel. Probably because she was, well, new, fresh faced and inexperienced. She didn’t know who would call for her with that information, but she did know there were guys who were into that, so she’d be safe. She could stay in school. That was what mattered and she pushed back any worry at least til her first call came.

It was late, but not too much – maybe she was the only one available, but Mari was given a time and a place and told to dress it up, be appropriate for the location. So she did, she borrowed one of Bambi’s dresses after a call to her and an advisory on the key and then she got an Uber. Hopefully this was an attractive man. Cue her entry to the lobby, innocent but sexy dress upon her petite and curvy figure, tall heels upon her feet, and clutch within her hand ( with condoms – since nothing specific was asked for so she didn’t think she’d need the complimentary toys she’d been given this time ), Mariela stopped at the concierge desk and cleared her throats. “Hola, señor, I’m here to meet a Ray Rivera.” The staff member had to know what she was considering the time, but she smiled and tried to act naturally before he directed her to the room and she made her way up before knocking on the door. “Ray Rivera?” She tried not to be too loud, there’d be others in this hotel trying to sleep. “It’s Angel. Am I too late?”

Ace sat at the edge of his bed, his left hand placed upon his right fist as his elbows dug into his lower thighs. He was trying not to think about what he had just done, but to no avail. He had literally just called an escort agency, asked for a girl to come to his hotel room, for God knows what to happen. Not being sure how it worked really threw him off of his game, and instead of doing something productive, like searching Google for what to expect, he sat there, his eyes fixated on the floor intently, like if he tore his gaze away it would open up and swallow him whole. That's what Ace felt like, as if he were going to be consumed by Hell because of what he had just done, but then again he hadn't actually done anything except make a call. Granted, escorts were supposed to be for sex, and were just higher end than the ones on the street, Ace had seen Pretty Woman, and he knew that they could most likely be used for whatever the person wanted, as said person would be paying quite a bit of money for their time. While Ace wasn't sure what he wanted, and how much he wanted of it, he had enough money to last him a lifetime, and could easily pay any price that the girl wished. It was sort of degrading, was it not? He supposed to each their own. Some people were head of marketing agencies, and some were escorts. Whatever would float someone's boat, would ride the wave.

There was a knock on the door, and Ace snapped his head up so fast that it was a miracle he didn't get whiplash. He heard his "name" come from a girl named Angel, and he had to admit that it was entirely cliche. There was no way that her name was actually Angel, because in the aspect of names, didn't they do the same thing strippers did? There was no way Ace could know the ins and outs of the whole thing, but he was just going off some sort of male instinct, and movie knowledge. "Coming." His voice was curt, and with a deep breath he stood from his bed and made his way to the hotel room door. With a hand hovering over the doorknob, he was sure that he was making the biggest mistake of his life, though he opened it anyway. His eyes fell onto a young girl, one whom was beyond gorgeous, and he had to thank Thomas for basically introducing him to such a wonderful thing. It wasn't like Ace hadn't ever seen a beautiful girl before, as his wife was gorgeous, but with her callous attitude he no longer deemed her beautiful. Ava had once been the most gorgeous thing his life had ever had graced upon it, her voice reminding him of a cool, spring day, and her body reminding him of his favorite ride, but over time, with each passing argument, he no longer felt that way, though as he stood before this young girl, he noted that her body could now be his faovrite ride, and her voice could be his cool, spring day--even if it would only be for a few hours.

Realizing that he was staring, he quickly stepped to the side, holding out his hand as he opened the door a bit more and invited her in. He muttered a small "sorry", and quickly shut the door behind her. Ace couldn't help but wonder if the staff at the front desk knew who she was, or what she was, but seeing as how none of them even knew who he was, Ace was sure that there'd be no indiscretion. "Can I get you anything?" He questioned as he eyed her up and down, his dark orbs freezing on her curves every now and again. It was almost as if on instinct that he loosened his tie, due to him suddenly feel as though he was suffocating, what with the air's new thickness to it, and all. "There's drinks and smaller things in the mini fridge, but I'm more than willing to order room service." Was that the norm? Was he supposed to make her feel comfortable, or was that overstepping a boundary? Did girls like her have boundaries, or were the designed not to? Ace was sure that he was going to pass out, as he inhaled the thick air and nearly choked with each breath. It was with his heart nearly beating out of his chest, he took a seat back on the edge of the bed, undoing the top buttons of his work shirt. Ace needed to calm down, or the poor girl would be calling an ambulance, and then everyone would certainly know what they had been up to.

[acesoto]

Ace had a very hectic kind of lifestyle. As a nearly, thirty-seven year old male, he was head marketer at his place of business, knowing the ins and outs of what made people buy products and what didn't. He worked nearly seventy hours a week, and was damn wealthy because of it. All through Ace's life he worked his ass off, and never knew what the phrase "taking a break" meant. Starting at the age of sixteen, he began working for his father in his business, the same business he was now running, and while it wasn't a dream, it was something he liked, and was good at, thus why he pursued it. Going to an Ivy League university was not an option, but a mandatory decision on his father's part, and while his father gave him freedom to major in things that he knew would make Ace wealthy, Ace chose to go down the path that his father did, making the man he looked up to more proud than ever before. There was a series of events that led Ace to where he was now, his family's money being the number one thing to sway everyone he came in contact with, but Ace knew that even if he hadn't been wealthy, he still would have gotten where he was, as the Latin male was very intelligent and could hold his own. It was when Ace was twenty-three, fresh out of school, and ready to become second in command at his father's business that he met the woman he would marry one day. She was absolutely stunning, a couple of years younger than him, and an assistant to the business. She was everything he wanted and more, though that would only last for so long after getting married at the age of twenty-nine. After trying to be friends for a year, they began dating, and after dating for four years, and constantly being asked when they were going to tie the knot, Ace finally proposed, and they were married a year later. They had just recently celebrated their eight year anniversary, though it had all been a show and tell sort of situation, as Ace was beyond unhappy, and was playing along for everyone else's sake. That was Ace, caring about everyone else more than he cared about himself, despite his tough "only business" exterior.

The day had been long, and after confiding in his coworker, someone who was in the same boat as Ace when it came to work and married life, he was given a card to call with a number on the back. At the time, Ace had given his thanks, but hadn't even looked at the card, as Thomas had simply told him that it was a good place to talk to someone about things. Ace expected a therapist, after all, those were becoming more popular over the years, but as he walked into his hotel room at eight in the evening, a place he often visited when he didn't feel like having an argument at home, he pulled the items from within his pockets and set them on the table. Picking up the card his pal had given him, he couldn't help but breathe out a chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. Though it was not a therapist's phone number, it was certainly a place where you could call so you could pay someone to listen to you speak about problems. The number belonged to an agency, a place where girls often flocked when they needed money, or whatever the reason was in movies. Ace was not about to beckon a call girl to his hotel room just because he was stressed with work and with his wife, Ava. Thomas had to be out of his mind, was the only thing Ace could deem an appropriate enough reason for him to give him the number to a call girl agency. Inspecting the card, Ace noted how professional it looked, and for a moment, he thought about taking Thomas' advice and giving them number on the back a quick call, but he couldn't. Just because Ace no longer wanted anything to do with his wife, didn't have anyone to talk to, and had been deprived of sex for about a year didn't mean that he was going to stoop as low as calling an escort.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed after slipping his dress jacket off of his shoulders, Ace ran a hand through his hair, messing up the gel he had put in it at seven in the morning. He sighed, his eyes darting to the card that was still in his hands. Taking out his cell phone, he dialed the ten digit number on the back of the card and waited patiently for the ringing to end and someone to pick up the phone. In one aspect, he didn't want anyone to answer, and in another he was incredibly curious and wanted to know how it all worked. A female voice picked up on the end of the other line, and for a moment Ace didn't say a word causing the woman to question if someone was there. Clearing his throat, he spoke up. "Hello." He breathed deeply, and before he could say what he wanted, the woman on the other end perked up, asking him what he wanted, when he wanted it, where he wanted it, and whom he wanted. Unsure of how to answer half of the questions, he simply stated that he wanted someone there before midnight, where he was staying and whom they should ask for. He wasn't signed into his room under his real name, seeing as how he paid cash they never asked for identification, so he had no problem giving out the name Ray Rivera. The woman on the other end of the line called his  The other end of the line went dead, and Ace let out a breath he hadn't known that he'd been holding. What if some girl showed up and knew him, or he knew her? What if some girl showed up and she simply wasn't attractive? Should he have asked to choose whom he met with? He didn't have any preferences, clearly, seeing as how he had never done such a thing before, but if Thomas could recommend it, then it couldn't be that bad. Calling down to the front desk, he told the male that a woman would be coming in to ask for him, and that he should send her up, but without a key. The last thing Ace needed was for it to all be a set up and he end up dead.