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fandomtownies2014-02-09 09:46 am
pursuedthestars) wrote in fandomtownies2014-02-09 09:46 am
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Random Street Corner | Sunday Afternoon
Jim lit a cigarette. It burned ever so dramatically in the afternoon sunlight before the camera panned up to a gorgeous face that was shadowed with secrets and sadness. Jim Kirk could tell thousands of stories without saying a word. He was only on this stupid soap opera until he could get a network television pilot.
But anyway.
The storyline he'd been saddled with meant was stupid but it made for good television. And if it meant moving onto the CW in the future, he'd take it. For now, he was standing on the street corner, cigarette dangling from his fingers while he looked out on the town. He'd been on this same street corner every night for the past week, looking for people who might want a fun night with someone who looked as good as he did. Jim knew he was gorgeous and he made sure whoever had the funds and was willing to pay knew they were gorgeous too. It was what he was good at.
Yes, Jim was a common hooker. Sex for money, that was his thing and he was damn good at it. And he needed the money desperately. Somewhere in the land of off screen-ness, Jim had a family who lived in a small, one room apartment and were only scraping by barely. And Jim had decided to do something about that. His father had abandoned them and his mother worked five jobs just to put food on the table. After finding a cockroach on his face in an episode that Jim had submitted for Daytime Emmy consideration, he'd had enough.
He'd submitted resumes and applications to every single thankless job out there but he'd been turned on so he'd turned to the streets. He'd decided to use body to save his family. If it meant selling his soul, he'd do it.
His family was worth it.
[Oh lawd, IDK. It's open, though!]
But anyway.
The storyline he'd been saddled with meant was stupid but it made for good television. And if it meant moving onto the CW in the future, he'd take it. For now, he was standing on the street corner, cigarette dangling from his fingers while he looked out on the town. He'd been on this same street corner every night for the past week, looking for people who might want a fun night with someone who looked as good as he did. Jim knew he was gorgeous and he made sure whoever had the funds and was willing to pay knew they were gorgeous too. It was what he was good at.
Yes, Jim was a common hooker. Sex for money, that was his thing and he was damn good at it. And he needed the money desperately. Somewhere in the land of off screen-ness, Jim had a family who lived in a small, one room apartment and were only scraping by barely. And Jim had decided to do something about that. His father had abandoned them and his mother worked five jobs just to put food on the table. After finding a cockroach on his face in an episode that Jim had submitted for Daytime Emmy consideration, he'd had enough.
He'd submitted resumes and applications to every single thankless job out there but he'd been turned on so he'd turned to the streets. He'd decided to use body to save his family. If it meant selling his soul, he'd do it.
His family was worth it.
[Oh lawd, IDK. It's open, though!]
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Her parents' fortune made in manufacturing
currentlycompletely street legal Guarana-based energy drinks meant Emma had never wanted for anything, except genuine affection. After too many lovers who'd only been after her money, she'd decided to cut out the middle man. So to speak."How much?" she asked.
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Damn his need for money. Damn it all!
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"I need a...companion while I'm in town closing a land deal." The preserve was perfect to razed and turned into a Guarana plantation. She tossed a roll of bills at Jim not even bothering to count. "Consider that a down payment."
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"A companion, huh?" He tossed his cigarette onto the ground and stepped on it. "What would I have to do?"
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She could see him, he knew he looked good and he knew he was charming. He'd been named Most Likely to be Charming in high school before his lack of money had meant he dropped out. THE SADNESS.
"As for your other needs..." He stepped closer, smirked. "I'll take care of those without any feeling involved. You don't have to worry about that one."
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She would not have her heart broken again!
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He was so philosophical. He'd gone to junior college and everything.
Jim turned to face her. "You'll get what you paid for and nothing more than that. It's how I work."
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"It's a good thing I'm paying you handsomely, then."
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And now that they'd bonded, Jim leaned back and fell silent so he could brood. Prettily.
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And she had her own brooding to do.