You gotta be starving

Nat Rivera. Age 34. Prostitute. Birthday November 9th. I'm just trying to get by.

[stellarussell]

That would be the essence of my current problem, I suppose. Maybe getting out of here isn’t necessary, but I could use a fresh perspective on this case I’ve been working on for a while.

[rivera-nat]

Maybe I could help.

[sanguisrex]

Perhaps they have. This man, however, will not.

[rivera-nat]

You certainly wouldn't be the first to tie me up, if that's what you're looking for.

[sanguisrex]

What do you think?

[rivera-nat]

Well, you seem more like a giver than a receiver, but men have surprised me in the past.

[stellarussell]

You make a valid point. At least with Chicago one knows what to expect, right?

I’m not talking about leaving permanently, though. For better and for worse, this is my home. I just need to clear my head, s’all.

[rivera-nat]

I think we could all use a little of that. A clear head just isn't real easy to come by, I guess.

[sanguisrex]

Hmm, what do I want…

None of that fake romance bullshit. Discretion. Intelligent conversation when I want it and silence when I don’t. A fondness for rough treatment.

[rivera-nat]

Would you be giving or receiving this rough treatment?

[sanguisrex]

"Honey." It really is a fuckin’ habit.

You pitch it like a born salesman. I can respect that. So you’re offerin’ me experience, desensitization, and a willingness to do the freaky stuff. Alright, you got me so far. Talk to me about pricing.

[rivera-nat]

That depends on what you want.

[sanguisrex]

You’re a wise woman.

But now you’ve got me curious. Hypothetically speaking, say I were—marginally interested. How would you convince me to pay you for your time when I could fuck another woman and pay her in the supposed status it brings?

[rivera-nat]

Honey, I've been in this game longer than a lot of those other girls. They still get squeamish about certain things, think there are lines they don't have to cross. Me? If you pay the right price, I'll do whatever you want. I'll take care of you real good.

[stellarussell]

I never thought I’d say this, but I feel as though it might actually be good for me to escape Chicago for little a while. Just to… get a fresh perspective. It’s quite strange how things start festering when you’re stuck in the same place for too long, isn’t it?

[rivera-nat]

Don't I know it.

Where would you go though? Seems like every place is kind of the same.

[sanguisrex]

Fuckin’ apparently. That usually work in your favor?

A whore. Should’ve known as much. I suppose now that you’ve got your foot in the door you’re going to persuade me to take you to bed?

[rivera-nat]

I would, but I suspect a man such as yourself can't be persuaded to do anything if he doesn't want to.

[sanguisrex]

Sunshine. Of all the fuckin’ nicknames you could pull out of that brain of yours, you pick sunshine.

Points for relevance, I guess.

Yeah, yeah, get a girl wet and she’ll say anything. Don’t let it go to your head.

[rivera-nat]

Sorry, the pet names sort of have become a habit, I guess.

As for heads, in my line of work it's usually not my head things are going to.

[sanguisrex]

You could fry an egg on the sidewalk.

Thought I’d take a walk and here I am, soaked through. Got a cup of ice from the diner—not like they’d fuckin’ refuse. He offers her the cup, which is still half full of ice cubes. With his free hand he rubs one along his neck, eyeing her. Go ahead, it ain’t gonna be cool much longer.

[rivera-nat]

Thanks, sunshine.

You really know how to treat a girl. 

[rivera-nat]

Ugh... It's too hot.

[lovingalltheladies-blog]

[rivera-nat]

Playing With Fire || Nat and Armand

[helen-rafe]

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[rivera-nat]

When Armand finally started fucking her, Nat couldn't help but be grateful. It wasn't that she was craving him in any sort of sense, not at all, but at least that meant they had reached the main event. She felt like he had been toying with her for hours, watching her with the dead eyed gaze of a shark, wondering where he should sink his teeth in.

Truth be told, he would probably be considered good in bed-- at least he would if there were any sort of affection in it. Armand didn't seem capable of loving anything but himself, and this was part of how he did it. Sex was about him, and the only reason he needed a woman was because he probably thought it was beneath him to have to do it for himself. He wanted the praise. He wanted to feel powerful. So, she'd do what she knew he'd like best.

She praised him. She moaned, and she screamed, and she groaned, and she made herself believe every word because it was easier.

[rivera-nat]

*boos at tessa for not responding to our para*

[stellarussell]

Reckless Serenade [Nat & Stella]

[stellarussell]

“It really is none of my beeswax,” Stella began tentatively, wondering if she was finally about to overstep her boundaries, “but it does seem a bit silly that you should have to be bothered by frequent nosebleeds. Have you been to see a doctor? I’m sure something could be done, y’know, if you wanted to.”

It was quite surprising that Nat had yet to tell her to dry up, especially given how Stella was becoming increasingly more nosey about her personal life. Despite Stella having shown more tact in terms of attempting to get information out of people in the past, there had been occasions where they had snapped at her for far less than this. Perhaps the difference this time around lay in the fact that she was genuinely interested, rather than working toward an ulterior motive.

Nat mentioning the reason why the two of them had begun conversing in the first place suddenly reminded Stella that she had been working prior to it, and that it was something she ought to get back to. She had already used up too much of her own time—of Nat’s as well, no doubt—and the fact still remained that she needed to deal with Mr. Kessler’s wife in the morning. Still, Stella had to admit she had had a good time; surprisingly enough, considering her proclivity for becoming so easily bored of others.

And while it was always good to be owed a favor or two in her line of business, her helping Nat really had turned out to be a no strings attached kind of thing for once.

“Oh nonsense, you don’t owe me a thing.” Stella began digging around in her purse for one of her business cards. Once she’d found one, she held it up between two fingertips so Nat could grab it. “Tell you what, though, why don’t you give me a call some time? I don’t exactly have an abundance of friends either, as we’ve already established, and I don’t know about you but I could sure use one more.”

[rivera-nat]

Nat looked down at the business card in surprise, studying the delicate text printed there. If Stella had been a man, Nat would have suspected the offer of the phone number and friendship to be a proposition for sex (as it was generally the only time such things were offered to her), but she doubted Stella would ever be interested in anyone right her. Women weren't exactly supposed to be attracted to other women, and even if Stella was, she was far too beautiful and classy for a girl like Nat.

Still, it was nice to have a friend, or even an offer for one. The little white card made her feel not quite so alone. She smiled, feeling it warm her face for the first time in a long time, and put the card away before pulling out a small slip of paper and a pen herself and scribbling a number down.

"I don't exactly have my own phone number," she said as she handed it over. "But you can call the Siren anytime and ask for me. If I'm not with a client, then I'll probably be there... or you can find me here sometimes too. You know... if you want to..."

She looked away, carefully closing her purse, smile softening. "Thanks for everything, Stella. You're a really swell lady. I look forward to seeing you again."

She didn't know if she would, but it was a nice sentiment. She had her card, her name, her number... and that was enough.

[firestarter-sharpe]

Cause it ain’t right. Ain’t nobody no one from the police station or work or any other place we think it should feel safe is going to help. That’s why.

I can’t change your mind, I guess…but it still ain’t right. No man worth anything needs to be hitting women or kids.

[rivera-nat]

They're capable of a lot more than hitting, I assure you...  I appreciate the offer though. I knew you weren't as mean a guy as you were trying to be.