Who: Pam and Lo. What: Random encounter! When: Thursday afternoon. Where: Lobby of the Ritz-Carlton. Rating: R for mentioning of dirty things but nothing explicit. Status: Complete!
Pam was bored, wanting a client, and hungry, in that order. She was dressed in work wear, though a little classier than usual; the bar of the Ambassador wasn’t her normal hunting grounds, but these guys would have money. And maybe be into kinky shit that she could videotape.
She’d ordered a Manhattan, for cover purposes, and was sitting at a table for two, obviously checking out the room, but hopefully not too obviously. Any guy who was looking for a hookup would know the code.
Lo was also waiting for a client, but his was late. Sighing, he checked his watch and rolled his eyes. He’d been waiting half an hour, which was already worth more money than his very expensive bespoke suit. Fuck it. He was drinking. He flagged the bartender down, asked for a table, and two fingers of the most expensive scotch they had.
She couldn’t help noticing the ginger at the bar. “I’ll handle that,” Pam spoke up, rising and handing over her card to pay for his drink. At the very least, it’d get his attention. And he didn’t look gay. Shit, even if he was, she could peg him for a while.
Lo blinked, looking up and then blinking. “Oh, I can’t let you do that, I’m spoken for. But thank you for the gesture. I like your Loubous. They look comfortable for Loubous.” He smiled and stood up. “I’m getting a table, if you want to sit while you wait for whoever you’re waiting for. Looks like Hunnam isn’t coming to our appointment. Probably off banging his fiancée or something.”
Pam’s manicured eyebrows rose. “You must be Hollywood. Though at least you know what good shoes look like. But yes, thanks, I’ll wait.” If he was spoken for, he might not be much of a client, but at least he wouldn’t mind if she saw a bigger fish. She took her Manhattan with her to his table, skirt highlighting her legs, though it did feel weird to have fabric past her knees.
“I’m an agent. Hollywood yes, but I’m a bit of a bastard,” Lo grinned. When they got to his table, he promptly got his scotch and a menu. While he was fishing around for his cigarette case, he handed Pam a card. “If you ever need a lawyer. Mind if I smoke?”
“Go ahead.” Pam took the card, idly reading. “Not sure I’d ever need a lawyer unless a client tries to press charges, sugar.” And she’d just laugh at that, really.
“You never know, men are fuckers.” Lo lit one of his handrolled cigarettes, inhaling and then exhaling vanilla scented smoke. “I’m Lo.” He offered her his well manicured hand, mother-of-pearl cufflinks shining brightly. “I got ditched by a client, so maybe that means you’ll find a good one.”
“You can call me Pam.” She shook his hand, amused, seeing no harm in being honest. “Was eyeing you, but married men don’t tend to cheat on their husbands or wives. Annoyingly. I make less money that way.”
“I’m not married. But I’ve got a live-in, so close enough. Scud would pout and ask why he didn’t get to watch. And he’s got a hell of a pout.” Lo liked Pam immediately; she was his type of woman, brassy as hell. But something about her gave him a ‘not totally into him’ vibe, as in not into him because he had a penis.
Pam had to laugh. “Most men do, no offense. I’m not a hooker, I’m the other thing, so I’ve seen a lot of ‘em.”
“Domme? Oh, hell, do you have a card? I have a few high profile clients who are into that kinda thing.” Lo smiled broadly, wondering how Pam would react to the men he had in mind coming to her workplace.
“I do.” Pam fished one out of her cleavage - where the hell else would she carry it in this outfit? She handed it over. “I try not to draw blood, if only because some fucker might try to twist it on me. But otherwise I’m pretty game.”
“Bloodplay is generally not good in professional work,” Lo smiled. “Do you mind short guys? Tom Cruise has his ... things.”
“Bloodplay also gets me arrested.” Pam made a face. “And no, sugar, I don’t mind short guys. I used to accept just about everybody as a client, but then I got a girlfriend, so it’s men only.” It would have felt too much like cheating on Maia otherwise.
“That makes sense. It’s hard for the girlfriend to be jealous when you’re servicing people you’re not attracted to at all.” Lo took a drink of his scotch, then nodded at her. “Do you want anything to drink or eat while you wait?”
“That’s what I figured. No offense or anything. It’s not that you’re ugly, it’s that you’re male.” Pam smirked. “And no, thanks. I actually can’t eat or drink anything.” He could either think it was a diet or something, or she might tell him the truth if she felt like it.
Lo raised a brow. “Please tell me you’re not juice cleansing or some bullshit.”
“Nah.” Okay, so maybe he wasn’t that observant. Pam opened her mouth just barely, snapping out her fangs just enough to be seen.
“Huh. Well, don’t munch on me, dunno what demon blood would do to you.” Lo leaned back and resumed drinking his scotch.
It was Pam’s turn to be surprised. “Demon blood?”
“Yeah, I dream I’m the world’s worst demon. Got sick of torturing people, came topside, fell in love with a human, got banished back to the lower pits without my legs. You know. Tale as old as time.” Lo shrugged and exhaled toward the ceiling. “But it’s been nice for me, really. Lots of perks. The teleporting is fucking brilliant.”
“Well, shit.” Pam had to laugh. “You really are the world’s worst demon. Lucky for me.” She didn’t really want to fuck with any of that. Especially not as a vampire. Given the old wives’ tales about vampires being hellspawn.
“I’m still a terrible one here. No interest in souls. I just keep doing my day-to-day, only now I can go get cronuts in the morning.” Lo sighed happily, eyes fluttering closed.
“Cronuts? Is that like a donut hole?” Pam tended to not pay attention to that kind of stuff.
“It’s kind of a croissant-doughnut hybrid. I’m so sorry you can’t have one. It’s like... mouth orgasms.” He shook his head, sighing.
“I can make those happen on my lonesome.” Pam joked.
Lo laughed. “I’m sure you can,” he teased. “I feel bad, I’m probably keeping you from making money. But I, unlike you, get stood up by clients sometimes.”
“Honestly, I’m more hungry than money hungry.” Pam shrugged. “I figure if I do get a little blood, maybe I can exploit it. Or I can find some freaky people who I can just ask nice.”
“Well, here.” Lo pricked his finger with a steak knife, smeared some on a spoon, then handed it to her. “A drop won’t kill you, see if I’m viable.”
What the hell. Pam shrugged, licking the drop off the spoon. “Holy shit. You taste spicy.”
“Is that ... good?” Lo blinked.
“Yeah. Like, seriously, it tastes like you got cayenne in your bloodstream.” It was good, but Pam was mostly just amused.
“If you want more and it doesn’t hurt you, you’re welcome to have at.” Lo chuckled, amused that he tasted funny.
Pam smiled. “Think we’d have to go someplace private for that, honey, and I swear, somehow your man would find out.” It just happened to her.
“Nah, Scud wouldn’t care. He has a lot of experience with vampires in his dreams. Here.” Lo reached out to touch her hand. “Would you like to go back to my place purely so you may have a snack and not so I can do anything weird or pervy? Scout’s honor.”
“Yeah?” Pam raised an eyebrow. “What kind of stuff did he do with vampires?”
“Nothing good,” Lo murmured. “He’s friends with one, though, so don’t worry. No vendettas. Shall we?”
“Well, good. I keep myself to myself; I haven’t even met anybody from my dreams here yet.” Pam shrugged. “But sure, we can go, if he’s not going to try to stake me or some shit.” Maia wouldn’t care about this.
“He knows I can take care of myself,” Lo smiled. He took them to his house, depositing them in the living room. Two small dogs, one Yorkie and one Papillion with an unfortunate tongue problem lifted their heads and promptly ran over to greet their father.
Pam raised an eyebrow at the teleportation - it was surprisingly smooth - and then they shot up higher at the dogs. “Really?” Wow, he really was the worst demon ever. Froofy dogs and all.
“I couldn’t help myself. They were bound for death, and they’re just kinda ... I don’t know. Harmless. Lucy, the Yorkie, she’s madly in love with Scud.” Lo smiled and hugged them to his chest for a moment before letting them back down on their bed. “So. Wrist okay?”
“Yeah. Probably the least like ... sexual part, too.” Pam looked down at him. “Thanks, by the way. Helps me out.” She also wouldn’t have to snack on Maia for the next few days after this.
“Of course. If you start to feel ill or anything, though, stop. I don’t know if it’ll hurt you. I hope it superpowers you or something, though. Got to be some more benefits to being me, right?” He smiled and rolled up his sleeve after taking off his cufflinks and shedding his jacket.
“That’d be handy.” Pam let him get comfortable and simply sat on his sofa next to him, lifting his wrist to her mouth. She tried to make the cut small, if only because he was being all hospitable, so she didn’t want to hurt him.
“I heal fast, feel free to maim me,” he chuckled. It honestly didn’t feel like much of anything, maybe just a pinprick. Lo certainly wasn’t bothered by it.
“Nah.” She didn’t need to, for one, and she was still leery of getting in trouble. She just kept drinking from the little cut; it was more than enough, with how strong this shit seemed to be. She couldn’t entirely stop a happy noise, though.
That made Lo chuckle. “It’s good to know even my blood is gourmet and pretentious,” he beamed.
“I’m just glad you can defend yourself. If you couldn’t, you’d probably be dead.” Her kind could sniff out someone who tasted good.
“In my dreams, I was created to be a warrior.” Which was probably rather unlikely given how he looked, but he was deceptively muscular. Well. Now he was.
“All demons are, pretty much, from what I remember.” Pam finished drinking, sitting back and purring. “That was fuckin’ awesome.”
“I’m just glad to have obliged,” Lo smiled. He was already healing up fairly quickly, and Lo couldn’t help but be amused at her purr.
“Seriously, though, that does help me out. And it helps my girlfriend, too. Don’t have to take a bite out of her later unless she wants me to.” Pam smirked. “I think she likes it, but i worry.”
“Well, we should do lunch a couple times a month, then. Friends are good, and so is you not having to maul your lady.” Lo smirked lopsidedly.
“Aw, I’d have to be nice to you then.” Pam was joking, but if he noticed, then they could hang out.
“God forbid. Pam, I’d hate to have you be nice ever.” He winked at her. “And be sure to fuck Tom a little on the rough side for me. He’s a shithead.”
“Keep the Scientology fucks away from me and we’ve got a deal. I will eat, fuck and kill any of them who get in my way.” She spoke casually, but for Scientologists, she might actually make an exception.
“And you’d make the world a better place. Don’t worry. I don’t leak their secrets, they don’t come after me and mine.” Lo winced. He knew some truly fucked up things, and it sometimes scared him.
“Better not.” Pam was serious. “Then again, I get the impression they’ve already made a deal with your side.”
“I try not to think of it as my side to begin with, but Hell wouldn’t really want them anyway.” Lo wrinkled his nose. Scientologists were fucking terrifying.
Pam just shrugged. Whatever; he was still a demon. If he wanted to be a puss about it, that was his business. “Still, Thanks for keeping them off me pre-emptively.” She rose, figuring she ought to get going.
“Of course. Where are you headed? I can pop you over.” Lo took off his other set of cufflinks and stretched.
“Oh, you don’t have to. I’m just going home to Irvine.” Pam shook her head.
“Really, it’s fine. I’ll drop you off a block away if you don’t want me to know where you live.” Lo stood up and reached out to hold her hand. “Think of where you want to go.”
“I don’t care about that; demons can read minds and shit.” Pam shrugged, curious to experience teleportation again. She took his hand and thought really hard about her front porch.
They arrived on her front porch safe and sound, and Lo nodded. “Cute place.”
“Thanks.” She was actually kind of fond of it. “I’ll give you a call if there’s anything delicious to tell in terms of gossip.”
“Please do. I like knowing all of the worst things about my clients. It keeps them in line.” He offered her a handshake. “I don’t make friends very easily, but I’m glad I did today.”
Her normal impulse would be to grumble, but she just shook his hand, managing a faint smile. He was at least just as cynical and sassy as her. “You’re helping me make money; it’s the least I can do.”
“Make the munchkin happy, and I’m sure he’ll blab to Travolta and then you’ll just be begging for boring assholes.” He winked at her before shimmering into disappearance.