+ - X . x of heartaches and broken dreams x . X - +
by Stepherz and Victory Thru Tears

A/N: We're not prostitutes, so we don't know how much would go to the pimp. This is just good guessing. Nor do we really know a good cost for apartments in New York. Another guess.
But please forgive us...because now comes the time for a shameless plug. We've recently started a new story, called The Retelling of an Unfortunate Seduction. We'd absolutely love it if you would review...it is, of course, under the penname of Collegiates, just like this here Heartaches. Seduction is about Conner Capuano, who, as a tidbit of information, is the son of Maya and Koon, though not necessarily in this Heartaches universe. His parents don't really show up, and it's mostly a story about him and an unfortunate romance he stumbles into upon his move into the city. So...if it strikes your fancy...we'd love a review!
Other than that...enjoy this chapter, and the next should be on the way soon.

Chapter Eight: Sporcizia Sotto La Pelle

Maya's POV

I leaned over my drink, stirring its contents around with a small toothpick.

I ran my fingertips over the counter, averting my eyes upwards, scanning the room for any sign of him.

I hadn't seen Kyle in quite a while...I'd been hoping after what had happened between us, that I could see him again. He was different from the others, even though he was one of them. I couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't come around...it had been nearly a week.

I wondered idly if I had done something to upset him. Had I been too personal? Had he not liked that? He seemed to. Maybe he was busy, yes...busy. It had been a while before he'd come back, almost as if to redeem himself.

I sighed, resting my elbows on the counter, and lowering my eyes to my glass of liquor. I would have to grin and bear it...I couldn't have it made with Mr. Kyle Capuano every evening, and I had to make a living somehow...so I would go about my way, wondering if I'd ever see him wandering in my way again.

As if an answer to me, the leather of the seat next to me crunched slightly as a slightly older man took a seat next to me. I looked up with raised eyebrows, immediately bristling. It was a bad habit, but that was my initial reaction every time I was approached by a customer. It must have given me a slightly snobbish look, but really, I could have cared less.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked gently, running his eyes over my body. Hmm, nice, mellow voice -- that was good. Wandering eyes, greasy complexion, and a gigantic pot belly? Not good. Ugh, was this really what I was going to have to resort to tonight?

"Now it is." I replied easily, my trademark smirk adorning my features.

He nodded. "Quite right."

There was a momentary pause, and I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. Where was this going to head?

He smiled at me, obviously catching me as I looked at him. "You're not busy tonight, are you darling?"

Darling. Oh, lord. But instead I smiled sweetly once more. "No."

He nodded again, flashing me a disgustingly cheeky grin. "Good. What do you say we find a room upstairs?"

Upstairs. Great. Oh, but I couldn't expect everyone to take me to an expensive hotel...sometimes I would have to settle for the common rooms of the whore house that I was in. And damnit, I couldn't be so picky...I really did need the money.

So I nodded back at him, leaving my drink and taking his arm as he started to lead me out of the main bar room.

We maneuvered through the dingy hallways at a slightly rushed pace. I didn't like the eager look on the man's face, nor the hungry look in his eyes. It was disconcerting, seeing him guide me into a smelly, dirty room, and close the door with a cheeky smile behind us.

I half smirked, half grimaced and moved to sit on the small bed, with already disheveled sheets. There had obviously been someone here before us.

He made his way across the room, stopping in front of me, and taking off his shirt to reveal a grotesquely hairy chest, and a massive bulge of a stomach.

He reached down, taking my chin in his hand and tilting it up towards him. I didn't need to be told what he wanted, however, and I opened my mouth, allowing him to lean down and press his lips against mine.

He wound his filthy, weathered hands around to my back, unzipping my dress and slipping the straps down over my shoulders, leaning further down and pushing me onto my back, standing up once again and dropping his pants.

I sighed inwardly, slithering out of my dress, waiting for him to tear the rest of my garments off.

His penis was already erect, and I grimaced slightly as he bore down upon me, reaching to unclasp my bra.

I fixed my eyes on a point above his head as he ran his hands over my breasts, a little too roughly for me to feel any type of pleasure. I wrinkled my eyebrows as he squeezed one of them, and resisted the urge to slap him upside his rapidly balding head.

He stumbled down the bed, scratching my skin lightly as he fumbled with my panties. I helped him as best I could, though I did accidentally kick him...whoops.

"Mmm..." I watched in disgust as he licked his lips, eyeing the newly exposed flesh.

He moved to lay down on the bed next to me, and I scooted over to make room for him. My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped in disgust as I rolled over onto a distinctly sticky part of the bed. Oh, yes, someone had definitely already been here.

The man, whose name I didn't even know, did the thing where he ran his hands over me again. He lowered his head to my neck, leaving sloppy kisses as his erection pressed into a slightly uncomfortable part of my stomach.

He pulled back after a few moments, a crazy lust in his eyes as his gaze flickered across my body again. "Can I put it anywhere I want?"

My eyes widened, and I immediately knew what he was saying. Oh, god, this was even worse than I had imagined...

But it was my job. So all I could do was smile sweetly, and roll over for him.


I walked down the hallway fishing in my purse for the key to my apartment. I ran a hand through my hair, sighing softly, and biting my lip.

Tonight had most definitely not been worth it, and now I planned to take a nice long shower, and curl up in bed and feel filthy for the remainder of the evening.

Once I reached my door, I fiddled with the lock for a moment and swung it open. I looked down at my purse as I replaced the key.

I stepped inside the room, only to bump into a slightly large, very warm body. I gasped, averting my widened eyes up to see Lorent standing in front of me, his eyebrows raised.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to look over his shoulder, to see if he'd thoroughly trashed my room or not.

"Well, that's not a very polite greeting for the man that makes sure you have a room to sleep in and men to sleep with." He smirked, sticking his hands in his pockets.

I sighed softly, biting my lip and looking back at him. "Well...?"

He shrugged. "I came to check on my princess, that's all."

I snorted, brushing past him to set my purse on the small table, and turning around to look at him as I fumbled with my heels. "No, really, Lorent. What do you want?"

"I have some bad news, your majesty..." He smirked at me again, watching with a little too much interest as I stepped out of my shoes.

I rolled my eyes. "Why do you call me that, again?"

"Only the best for the best." He teased, and I rolled my eyes once more, a slight blush coming to my cheeks. He wasn't complimenting me...he was making fun of me. A lot of the girls thought I put on airs around here, they said that I thought I was better than them. Well, I wasn't. Tonight had definitely proven that...

"Anyway, I'm here to let you know, that the rent's gone up. It's $800 a month." He said, with a hint of satisfaction.

My eyes widened, and I snapped my head to look at him. "What?! You can't be serious!"

From the smug look on his face, I knew that he was. How could he be doing this?! This rat hole was not worth $800 a month, especially since he owned the damn place! The rent price was utterly his choice, since he directed us. Wasn't it enough that he got 15% of our profits a week? I was not going to be able to afford this for much longer...

I shook my head at him. "You're ridiculous. How the hell do you expect us to pay that much?!"

He smirked at me, shrugging slightly. "You're the only one who has had a problem with it so far." I sighed, shaking my head and moving further into the room. He, of course, followed me, continuing to speak. "Maybe you should charge more, or not be so picky."

I turned around to glare at him. "Lorent, I'll find some one else if you're really going to raise it that high."

He raised his eyebrows, running his hand over his chin and stepping towards me. "Well, my dear...I can think of something that might convince me to lower the price." I swallowed slowly, staring coldly up at him as he moved, settling his hand on my rear end.

I shook my head, turning away and pawing through one of my drawers, searching for a pair of socks so that I could shed my nylons. "I don't think so...I'm tired tonight."

"Surely you can summon the energy to save a good deal of money." He sighed, stepping towards me again, winding his arms around my waist and leaning to whisper in my ear. "Just think of it as a very large payment, and me as one of your slimy patrons."

I spun around, still not having found a pair of socks. "Honestly, you're not the only promoter in New York City."

He eyed me, still smirking. "But I do a better job than most of them, and I deserve payment like any other respectable business man."

"And you'll get your payment!" I growled, backing away from him. "Just leave me alone!"

The smile slowly faded from his face, and he scowled at me. "The attitude's not very good, Miss Hansen."

"Don't use my name." I hissed, shaking my head at him.

"Oh, am I not worthy?" He mocked, bringing his hands up to his chest as if to defend himself. He rolled his eyes, chuckling slightly. "Please, Maya. Drop the act. You're as common as the others -- don't try to pretend like you aren't."

I ignored him, turning defiantly towards my closet to find some nightclothes. Much to my dismay, he followed me, grabbing me by the hips, and pulling me so that my back was pressed to his chest.

"I'm not messing around." He said softly into my ear. "You want the price lower, you know what to do. I trust you still remember how I like it?"

"You're a pig." I spit out, elbowing him in the area right below his ribs. He let out a sharp breath of air, but then quickly straightened up, spinning me around and grabbing me by the shoulders.

I tried not to wince as he glared down at me, his fingers digging into my arms.

"You know where to find me, of course." He sneered, and I nodded slowly, holding my breath as he shook me slightly, almost harshly.

I closed my eyes, mostly to shield them from the spit that I knew would come flying out of his mouth. And of course, it did. I resisted the urge to scream back at him, which of course, would have done no good at all.

"Remember who you owe your allegiance to, Miss Hansen, and you'll be fine." He let go of me, shoving me slightly. I took a step backwards, stumbling into my closet.

I wiped his saliva off my face with disgust, and glared at the back of his head as he turned to leave.

He turned back, a smirk on his face. "Remember...you don't have to pay 800..."

I made a slight face at him, and watched with distaste as he left, closing the door behind him.

I let out a loud sigh, returning to the task of finding nightclothes. I riffled through the hanging garments, finally finding a loose, baggy T-shirt with pants deserving the same description.

I gathered them in my arms, heading towards the small hole in the wall that I called my bathroom. I glanced towards the door, narrowing my eyes slightly. I didn't trust Lorent...not after that little escapade.

I walked briskly to my door, turning the lock above the doorknob. Knowing that it wouldn't keep him out, since he had a key, I also put on the chain lock.

Satisfied, I made my way back to the bathroom.

I turned on the light, and looked up in dismay as it flickered once, and then burned out. I sighed to myself, shaking my head. The light bulb was too high -- I couldn't change it myself. Looks like I was going to have to ask Lorent to come in the morning and fix it.

But it could definitely wait until morning. I started to strip off my slightly soiled clothes, throwing them into a pile in the corner. I stepped into the shower, guided only by the moonlight. I fumbled with the knobs, cringing as a torrent of cold water hit my body.

I took a deep breath, straightening up and running my fingers through my hair. Peace, at last...in a cold, dark shower.

I yawned, shuddering gently. It was nice to be able to relax...

A shower would easily wash the scum from my body...but it most certainly wasn't going to erase the dirt from my mind.