CJ gave a tilt of her head at the applause, pleased with the appreciation. That had been a couple of years ago, with an equally randy street rat that she’d goaded into fucking her in public when she’d flashed her lack of panties. It had been a fun time, and CJ had no regrets, but it also wasn’t really something she went out of her way to advertise, though maybe she should. She could up her price for the risk involved, and it was overall pretty harmless. Not like the folks who wanted her to be tied up – hard no – or get tied up; that was easy money. Tie them up and bolt with the contents of their wallet.
The use of her full name caused a start, and CJ turned to look at Nocturne seriously as she digested his words, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She was tempted to make a quip, about how she’d just said that, but his follow up startled her again and instead she found herself just frowning at him, tyring to figure out what his angle was. CJ was quite sure that he didn’t know she was a prostitute, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t trying to swindle her into fucking him for payment of cocoa and ice-cream. CJ didn’t want to think he was like that – he’d been so nice so far – but she’d been burned by people like that before. She pursed her lips.
CJ shifted her attention to look out over the park again, at a loss for how to deal with what Nocturne had said. She wanted, desperately, to believe he was being genuine with her, but she had no experience with people who weren’t out for their own gain. Mal and the ratpack didn’t count, since they were all in it together, but each of them knew they’d take off running if they ever got the chance to make something work. It wasn’t personal, its just the way street life was. CJ took a sip of her cocoa, considering dropping the prostitute bomb on Nocturne to see if he would run, but decided against it after a moment of thought. It was nice knowing someone who didn’t know what she was.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she decided, offering a small half smile before sipping her cocoa again.
The use of her full name caused a start, and CJ turned to look at Nocturne seriously as she digested his words, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She was tempted to make a quip, about how she’d just said that, but his follow up startled her again and instead she found herself just frowning at him, tyring to figure out what his angle was. CJ was quite sure that he didn’t know she was a prostitute, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t trying to swindle her into fucking him for payment of cocoa and ice-cream. CJ didn’t want to think he was like that – he’d been so nice so far – but she’d been burned by people like that before. She pursed her lips.
CJ shifted her attention to look out over the park again, at a loss for how to deal with what Nocturne had said. She wanted, desperately, to believe he was being genuine with her, but she had no experience with people who weren’t out for their own gain. Mal and the ratpack didn’t count, since they were all in it together, but each of them knew they’d take off running if they ever got the chance to make something work. It wasn’t personal, its just the way street life was. CJ took a sip of her cocoa, considering dropping the prostitute bomb on Nocturne to see if he would run, but decided against it after a moment of thought. It was nice knowing someone who didn’t know what she was.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she decided, offering a small half smile before sipping her cocoa again.
