(Y/n is a prostitute in this story, if that’s something you don’t like then don’t read. Some of the things are stereotypical around this line of work, please don’t take this personally or to heart)
Money and Sex
Money and Sex.
The two things Klaus Mikaelson always had and always would have.
Paying for sex wasn't often necessary for someone like Klaus. Most women were throwing themselves at him for free, it didn't matter which century it was or if they were married. They wanted him. And Klaus was always for than happy to indulge. His appetite was relentless.
Sometimes just knowing that he had money was something that enticed them. If his looks alone weren't enough then he wasn't opposed to letting them have a glance at his wallet which would almost always guarantee that he would wake up with at least one woman in his bed the next morning.
However there were the occasions that he would actually pay for a service. Whether it was a just a blow job or a quick fuck or a full night in his play room. It was when he couldn't be particularly bothered to charm a woman into sleeping with him and so would just give some lucky prostitute the night of her life instead.
However this time was a little different.
Y/n was gorgeous. Each strand of her hair was perfect, her delicate neck, her defined collarbones, ample breasts that would fill out the pathetic excuse of a dress she would wear, her tight little waist, well-rounded hips, beautifully thick thighs and desirable long legs that supported her plump ass and met her dainty little feet which were always clad in either a seductive stiletto heels or thigh high heeled boots. Round her shoulders would hang an oversized faux fur jacket to keep at least part of her warm while she sat in her usual booth and played her innocent little act even though everyone knew she was anything but.
Her lips were painted red, eyes often matching in colour along with a thin line of eyeliner to make her iris’ stand out. Everything about her was seductive, sultry. Klaus needed to have her.
Each night he would observe her, she would gain the attention of almost everybody there. Some hated her presence and some absolutely obsessed over her being there. She would always go home with someone different and Klaus would always spot multiple notes being slipped into some part of her outfit as a promise for more.
If money was what she wanted then money was what she would get.
After too many nights of feeling his gaze on her, too many incidents of Y/n catching his stare and smiling sweetly at him only for him to look down at his drink with a smirk and avoid her eye for the next hour, she decided to make her way over to him.
Klaus had just ordered his second drink when a soft hand slide up his arm to his bicep and began to caress soothingly. His eyes glanced down and to the side to see the wine-coloured nails stroking the sleeve of his Egyptian-cotton shirt. He looked back to his glass of whiskey with a knowing smirk.
"May I help you sweetheart?" He questioned as he turned around to face her. Y/n's eyes fixed on him and she smiled innocently at him.
"A drink would be nice" She told him and he hummed, clicking his fingers for the bartenders attention. As soon as the worker saw Y/n they slid her usual drink of choice across to meet Klaus's hand. The hybrid then held it out for her and she took it with a flash of her teeth at him. "Thank you, handsome" She purred and his eyes darkened with desire.
Klaus took a sat in his usual little area and opened his arm in a welcoming gesture. Y/n sat on his thigh in response and smiled as his arm went round her to keep her there. His jaw clenched as he looked her over, the little silky dress she was wearing was basically just lingerie and allowed him a delightful view of her body. He could feel the warmth radiating from between her legs against his thigh and he couldn't wait to play with her.
"You've been coming in here a lot lately" she mused as she sipped her drink with one hand and toyed with the buttons on his shirt with the other.
"Mm" He hummed, "Drinks and entertainment, what more could a man want?" he questioned, turning his head to look at her with narrowed eyes.
"Entertainment?" She asked, looking around. It was just a bar, a popular one yes but just a bar. Occasionally there would be an even or something but not often.
Klaus chuckled and slid his fingers under her chin and brought her gaze back to him, "Watching someone as enticing as you saunter around, finding who will offer you the most. I've grown to enjoy your little game"
"It's not a game," she countered "It's a living"
Klaus grinned and let his hand slide up her thigh to the edge of her dress, just before her panties though part of him was curious if she was even wearing any. She swatted his hand away and he chuckled. "Forgive me, princess" He smirked and pulled his wallet out. Y/n narrowed her eyes as he plucked a hundred dollar bill and held it for her to take. Her eyes flicked to his with distrust.
"I hope you don't think that's enough for me to go home with you" She scoffed and he chuckled.
"Sweetheart this is just for me to be allowed to put my hand on your leg. You'll be payed for each little thing I do to you. Believe me, by tomorrow morning you'll have enough money to get out of this...job" he smiled and winked at her.
She hummed unconvincingly and took the money, allowing his hand to feel her thigh and squeeze the flesh as he pleased. She tucked the bill into her little purse that he hadn't noticed and got comfortable on his lap.
Klaus kept her there for hours. Drinks kept coming for them each and Klaus had given her another $100 so that he could kiss her skin, her neck more specifically. She agreed however he wasn't allowed to leave marks which annoyed him but he didn't push it.
Another hundred was given for kisses on the lips, an extra fifty for tongue. Klaus found it amusing how she would tilt her head and raise a brow at him, knowing that he could afford whatever she wanted. Thankfully Klaus was more than willing to tuck the money into her hands as many times as she wanted so long as he god his requests.
He pulled away from her mouth and brushed his lips over her ear. "How much for a little dance, hm princess?" he whispered lowly and she scoffed.
"Here?" She questioned, and he nodded. Y/n looked over his face as she thought about it. This man was loaded, she knew that, he knew that, everyone knew that. She had already made $350 and he hadn't even touched her anywhere, nor had he mentioned bringing her home with him. Some nights she would get that much for actually fucking a guy. But this gave her $100 for a kiss so by that logic... "$500" She answered and his brows rose.
"$300" He offered and she narrowed her eyes.
"$400" She compromised but still saw his gaze unwavering so she slid her hand down his front and let it press against his crotch making him suck in a breath, "Unless of course...you can't afford $400 for a lap dance?" she suggested, giving him a look of faux understanding and he scoffed.
"You want $500? You'll get your $500 once you show me how good you can be. Now dance for me." He demanded with a little smack to her ass making her roll her eyes but comply. She straddled his lap, slowly rolling her hips against him and running her nails up and down his chest through his skirt. Klaus leaned back and slide his hands onto her waist, caressing down to her hips and encouraging her to gyrate against him. Klaus watched her move erotically, his cock pushing against his trousers as she ground down on it. His mouth found hers and his tongue pushed inside to taste her as his hands moved under her sexy little dress to squeeze her ass. His kiss grew hungrier and so did his hands, so did his dick.
Y/n had to pull away with a giggle and grabbed his wrists. "Easy, handsome. I put on shows one person at a time, not for the whole damn bar" she told him and he groaned softly. He quickly pulled out the five $100 bills and slotted them between her tits, his eyes lingering.
"Then It's time to go to my place" he mumbled, lifting her up without waiting for an answer and pulling her legs around his waist. His hand grabbed her ass, holding her dress there so nobody saw the thong that didn't cover a thing.
Y/n smirked and slid off him and onto the feels of her boots. Klaus's hands held onto her hips from behind as he lead her to his car and opened the door for her. She laughed at the gesture and sat down, letting him closer her door and start driving. Klaus sped home, parking quickly outside of his mansion and getting out. He opened the door and pulled her out, tugging her along with him and through his front doors.
"My god" She whistled. "Should've charged you a thousand for that dance huh?" she teased and he chuckled.
"Be good for me tonight and I'll give you much more than just a thousand." He told her, pulling her hands close and kissing them both. She gave him a provocative smile and stepped to stand right up against him.
"Tell me what you like, handsome." she whispered with a knowing smile and he hummed, his hands stroking her cheeks and jaw before his thumb brushed over her bottom lip and pulled it down to make her open her mouth. She licked his thumb with a grin before reaching for his pants and curling her fingers round his belt. "You wanna show me somewhere comfy?" She asked and he nodded silently.
Klaus let her hold onto his belt as he brought her up the stairs to his bedroom. It was huge, basically had its own living room. Leather seats, fireplace, TV, bottles of whiskey or scotch or whatever, the biggest bed Y/n had ever seen, walk in wardrobe, god there was just everything. Y/n's apartment would fit in his room tenfold. Klaus watched her eyes dart around as she took it in.
"It's all yours tonight princess" He murmured seductively as he pulled his belt off, letting the leather slip through her fingers before tossing it away and stripping himself bare. Y/n wetted her lips as she glanced him over, his broad shoulders, smooth hard chest, abs that were visible but not overly prominent and defined apollos belt. Her eyes fixed on his cock, it was thick, long and hard. She hadn't doubted that it would be impressive; a man like him had it all.
Klaus opened his wallet and pulled out a thick wad of hundred dollar bills and set the on his night stand.
"There's $9,150 there. You take that home with you in the morning along with the $850 from earlier and you've pocketed $10,000. That enough for you, sweetheart?" He questioned with a smirk.
Y/n stared at the money. It was way to much not to take but part of her couldn't help but worry. Was he planning to do something horrific and this was to make sure she didn't tell?
"I don't do knives" She whispered, her voice uneasy.
"That's okay, I didn't plan on using one" He answered and she hesitantly nodded.
"I want a safe word" She told him and he tilted his head.
"I don't aim to harm you tonight princess. I'm here because my cock is in desperate need of attention only you can sate." He chuckled, "The money is because I have it to give. You will not come to true harm under my hands however if a safe word makes you feel safe then a safe word you shall have. Should you say the word 'Red' then ill stop, 'Amber and I'll slow it down, good?" He offered and she nodded.
"Okay" she whispered, shaking off the feeling and smiling at him. "Sorry, handsome, didn't mean to be a mood killer. C'mon lets get you in your fancy chair!" she grinned and pulled him over the the leather, throne-like seat the sat opposite the fireplace that wasn't currently lit. Klaus smiled back at her through hooded eyes and sat back in his chair as though he were king.
Y/n slipped down onto her knees with a simper and gazed up at his through her long, painted lashes. Klaus opened his legs a little wider for her to crawl between. Her elbows rest on top his thighs so that her hand may ever so gently stroke his stiffened cock. The hybrid gave no reaction other than an exhale of air through his nose. She eyed him as she lifted the palm of her hand and began to stroke him firmly.
She knew his type. They wanted control of everything and didn't ever want her to know that she was making them lose it for even a second. Which meant that her aim that night was to have this man a panting mess. That was the only way he would be truly satisfied, that's what ensured that she fucked better than any other girl out there. That way why she was in business so often, because nobody did it like her and Klaus knew that.
Her fingers squeezed his shaft tight, watching as his jaw clenched and she could correctly assume that he was biting his tongue as her thumb rolled over his cockhead perfectly to tease each nerve. "Did you like that?" She asked amorously. Klaus's hand slid into her hair and gripped it tight.
"Put those pretty lips to work" He demanded and she obeyed. Her cherry-red lips wrapped around his tip, sucking softly while one hand stroked his length and the other teasingly caressed and fondled his balls. Klaus let his eyes close and head fall back as he felt the wet warmth of her mouth encase his cock and move along his shaft slowly. She didn't need to tease him, a couple good flicks of her wrist and he probably could have cummed right in her face but she decided to make it last because she knew that was exactly what he both wanted and needed.
She moved slow but precisely for a good while before his hand started pushing her head further, encouraging her to start moving faster and taking him deeper. With her profession, even if it had only been a couple years, meant that her gag reflex was basically nonexistent. Her through swallowed him down like it was nothing and she moaned around him like a damn pornstar until he couldn't help but buck his hips and groan.
"Fuck princess" He grunted, both hands forcing her head up and down to meet his fast-thrusting hips. Y/n kept her eyes on his, watching him as his brows pulled together and his mouth began to breathe faster. His eyes swirled into a dark storm and a raspy moan left him before I was roughly pulled off his cock and shoved backwards. Her hand reached back quickly to catch herself from hitting the ground while he groaned and his cock let out thick ropes of cum across his abdomen. Her eyes widened at the pure amount of cum that shot out of him before his body calmed down and he was looking down at her. She smiled back at him with a small smile.
Klaus reached his hand out and she shook it, he stood and guided her up onto her feet before leading her to his bed. Klaus sat down, moving his pillows out the way so he could sit up against the headboard. Y/n followed his lead and straddled his lap, she let his cock press against her cunt as she pulled her thong aside.
"You want me to ride you handsome?" she questioned, tilting her head innocently. Klaus stroked her jaw with a smirk.
"You know that I do princess. Come show me how well your pretty pussy can take me" He purred and she hummed.
"Condom first, handsome" She told him, holding out a little packet for him but Klaus just scoffed and cupped her jaw, looking into her eyes.
"I don't need to wear a condom, I'm clean and infertile" he compelled and she smiled, tossing the packet away and getting back to her job.
Klaus's hands lifted the silky little dress up to her hips to watch as her pussy engulfed his cock. She sunk down onto him and he groaned. If he was honest, he hadn't expected her to be nearly as tight as she was due to her line of work. Y/n slid her hands up to his neck as her. hips slowly began to ride his dick. Klaus inhaled a deep breath or air and squeezed her waist gently between his hands.
"Tell me how fast you like it, handsome" She murmured as he watched her pussy slide along his cock.
"Usually?" He mumbled and she hummed. "Usually I like it fast" He admitted.
"You like it rough, handsome?" She purred, clenching her cunt around his cock to hear him groan.
"Fuck, yes sweetheart!" He moaned and she smiled.
"Do you want to fuck me fast and rough, handsome?" She whispered, leaning forward to brush her lips against his cheek. Klaus sucked in a breath and nodded.
"Yes princess, yes I want to fuck you till you scream" He growled, his hips bucking upward to meet her movements. Y/n hummed softly and caressed his neck, her body bouncing on his cock with an increasing pace. Klaus groaned softly and gripped her body tighter, his fingers digging into her sides. Her jaw clenched as she felt the bruises forming but she knew not to push his hands away when he was so into it.
She moaned softly in his ear for him, encouraging his thrusts to pick up. Her mouth left a trail of wet kisses down the side of his neck, sucking the skin into her mouth and nipping gently. Klaus grunted, his grip getting tighter again as she clenched around him over and over.
His eyes closed as he listened to her moans and felt her swollen lips against his skin, her blunt teeth scraping against him. His cock felt as though it was throbbing inside her, he couldn't help but grab her body and bounce her up and down on him as though she were just a little fuck doll. His breathing grew ragged and his mind went cloudy. A long groan vibrated in his chest as her sweet cunt milked his cock of his cum. Y/n's fingers slid into his hair, stroking his head as he came down from his high.
"There you go, handsome" she murmured softly, smiling when his eyes opened and locked back onto hers. He frowned a little bit, he knew that she was a prostitute or however she wished to label herself but he didn't like that she didn't seem an ounce impressed or satisfied. She tilted her head at his frown and her expression faltered. "We can keep going if you need, honey?" She whispered, petting his head and kissing his lips sweetly.
Klaus cleared his throat and lifted her from his lap. He shook his head and pulled a smile to his face. He kissed her deeply, his hands rubbing along her body to turn her on. She took this initiative as a sign that he was ready for more so dropped her hand down between their bodies. Her fingers wrapped around his thick cock, stroking him firmly once again making him moan softly. His hips thrust involuntary against her hand and he pulled away.
Klaus grabbed her wrists, lifting them above her head making her raise a brow and lay back for him to take what he wanted. Klaus narrowed his eyes, seeing it as a challenge. Without warning she was flipped onto her stomach, arms still pinned above her head with his hand applying pressure to keep her down, not that she was struggling.
Y/n arched her back and lifted her ass, pressing herself against Klaus's dick provocatively. His eyes bled gold as he let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips, lifting her ass higher.
"Keep your hands up" He ordered and she grinned.
"Yes, handsome. Anything you say." she murmured, swaying her hips seductively in his hands as she felt his cockhead sliding between her ass cheeks as he groaned softly. His hands creeped under her lacey little dress and cupped her generous breasts that were not supported by any sort of bra. He gave a firm squeeze making her moan lowly before her mouth feel open as his cock pushed into her fast and deep.
"That's right sweetheart, cry for me." He uttered as he started thrusting into her from behind. Her body jolted forward with each force of his thrusts. His body collided with hers time after time, skin slapping harshly and Y/n just knew her skin would be red by the end of the night.
His fingers caressed over her nipples, tugging on them to make them stand out. Y/n let out a moan of genuine pleasure, it was different to her ones from earlier which make Klaus smirk and roll her nipples tightly, twisting them until a broken cry left her and her as smacked back against his hips.
Her hands remained above her head the entire time he took her. Not once did her obedience falter. Her cunt grew tighter as he carried on and he had been angling his hips precisely in an attempt to find just the sport to make her squirm. Y/n knew exactly what he was doing but could feel his cock tremble inside her as it ached to release inside her again.
Y/n curve her back, pushing her body back to meet his fast and powerful movements, his control was slipping and he began to forget what his aim was.
All he could feel was her warm, wet, tight pussy stroking his so good. Pulsing and squeezing around his cock until he couldn't breath. Each time his balls slapped against her ass his sensitivity heightened that extra bit more
Soon enough Klaus was a mess, his body collapsing on top of hers as his cock buried into her, his tip snug against her cervix while he pumped her womb full. Y/n slowly brought her arms down from above her head and dragged herself out from under his weight.
Klaus groaned quietly as he came to.
His eyes fluttered back open to the feel of her nails gently scratching the top of his back in a way that soothed something inside him. Part of him hated that those nails were just brushing him rather than being dug into him but the other part loved how soft she was in the moment. He wondered if this was a routine, fuck em hard and then pet them to sleep.
Klaus rolled onto his back and locked his gaze with hers. She smiled back at him and leaned down to kiss his lips. It made him feel as though he had known her forever. His mouth pressed back against his with passion, his hand tugging on her hair until she groaned.
She pulled away slowly and tapped her fingers against his chest. "I just know you have more to show me, handsome" She whispered, her voice alluring. "I bet you have lots of toys you're just waiting to play with" She hummed, circling the tip of her nail around his nipple making him hiss softly. Y/n smiled as his hands went up her thighs and she let them fall open for him.
Klaus groaned softly as her cunt glistened and shone. His tongue wetted his lips and he couldn’t help but pull her close and kiss his lips. Y/n hummed softly as his fingers slid through her folds before he pulled back from the kiss and sucked the taste of her from each of them.
“You ready to play, handsome?” She murmured and he nodded, like a boy under a spell. He shook off the haze and pulled her to him. Klaus glanced to his drawer, it was where he kept things for special occasions. Y/n followed his gaze with a smile and stroked his jaw. “Go on, honey. Show me what you got.” She purred, encouraging him to slide her onto his lap and take her to the edge of his bed. He pulled his drawer open and she peeked inside with an amused smile. She lifted the handcuffs and the spanking paddle, placing them on the bed with a hum “I don’t know…I figured you’d rather use you hands for that kind of thing” she teased and his eyes darkened as he pictured his hand meeting the red-raw flesh of her ass until she cried. Y/n continued to pull out a pair of nipple clamps followed by a ball gag and some anal toys. She turned her head to him with a smile "For men, women or yourself?" She teased and he chuckled as he took the toys away from her hands.
"Depends on the day" He answered and she hummed, stroking his chest and glancing to the drawer which still had items buried but he pushed it closed making her pout but accept his wishes for privacy.
Klaus pulled her into another kiss, distracting her mind as he pushed her back against his bed and slid his hand up between her legs to feel and rub at her cunt. Y/n moaned softly into his mouth as his fingers went at her clit, he was desperate to watch her cum.
However no matter how long he fingered her for, even when he could see that she was genuinely enjoying herself, he couldn't get her over that edge. So he started to use his mouth too.
Y/n assumed he was a guy who got pleasure from the validation of pleasing his partner so she was happy for him to do as he was. Her hands tugged and played with his hair while her hips rocked against her will. Over the past couple years she had managed excellent control of her mind and body but she couldn't help but grind back against his hands and tongue. Klaus was by far the most skilled client she had experienced.
As the night continued, Klaus fell apart time after time again as he fucked as hard as he could and then a slow as he could in an attempt to pull that desired orgasm from Y/n. By the time morning came around they were both still panting as he clung onto her body and rutted his hips against her and rubbed his hands over every inch of skin she owned. Y/n was positively exhausted, her body was overstimulated and oversensitive but she didn't utter a word about it. She made sure to keep her eyes open and continued to utter words of admiration and appreciation to him, knowing now that it would make his finish faster and harder.
When Klaus came inside her for the last time, he locked his eyes on hers. He promised himself that this would not be the last time she would be in his bed. He would have her here as many times as it took for him to learn everything about her body, everything that made her tik and exactly how to get her over the edge.
He offered for her to sleep for the morning in his room as she hadn't been able to through any of the night hours but she shook her head and promised he had done far more than enough. He kissed her goodbye and assured her he would see her again very soon.
And he did.
Klaus would go back to that bar every night to watch her saunter her way through the men there. He would always order a drink for her and offer her a smile and a wink. This continued for a few months before she stopped showing up.
Klaus was immediately alarmed, she wasn't the type to just stop. So he started asking around but nobody knew, most didn't care.
He wanted to continue his search however was called to New Orleans by a witch. Much to his surprise he found his brother sat beside a pregnant prostitute with confusion, fear and distraught written all over her face for she was carrying the very first tribrid baby.
I just got a job offer. As a prostitute. I would loveto do that. I love fucking random people. And doing that in the safety of a video controlled house with panic buttons and pay? That would be my dream. Normally I fuck dudes at their home. So unsafe. But everyone says that prostitutes don't have self respect or are just trying for mobeybecause they are desperate. I mean I don't really have a job right now but I'm not desperate?
Do I really loose self respect because I do that? I think I'm still gonna try.
La prostituta che ha imboccato questo nobilissimo Lavoro per sua scelta, è la donna più intelligente di questo mondo: ha capito come funziona la vita. Non si fa illusioni sugli uomini, su gli altri in senso lato, e guadagna molto bene.
Nothing to see here, just your average experience scrolling through Tumblr, seeing misogynistic lesbophobic tras posting rape threats and stupid privileged women saying "but MY experience wasn't bad so it's not like prostitution targets marginalized women or anything" @gendiebrainrotreceipts @gendiebrainrotreceipts2
