Services For Daddy

The Mystery Client

♧••♧ Chapter One ♧••♧

"Ugh..." With one last hard thrust, he dug his fingers into her, holding tightly onto her hips and he grunted like a pig savouring a feast and came.

'At last.' Lynn thought to herself, immediately turning to her side and sliding off the bed. While Martin or was it Mark- laid on his back and panted heavily. He did not even bother to take off the rubber.

Lynn caught side of his flaccid d**k and sneered to herself. She had seen a lot of p*****s, especially in her prime; some were to be considered pretty and clean, others were ugly enough to almost make her wish to never stare at male genitals ever again. This one was almost there. Too close to achieving such feat. Way, way beneath her. Under normal circumstances she would have never ever. But you know what they say; the desperate can't be picky.

And she was desperate alright!

"f*****g Hell, babygirl, f*****g Hell! Oh sweet mother of Jesus! That there kitty is the sweetest thing I've ever had. Gorgeous. Sweet f*****g angel." He was surely satisfied.

Lynn had established within seconds of them meeting that he was a foreigner much like her. He had the most annoying accent, like a farmer from the south side that took a fancy for sailing the seas as a pirate in his later years.

"You're quite something, I'll tell ya that!" He grinned widely, his eyes raking over her body with lewd intention. "Come here, doll, let me hold ya for a bit." He opened up his arms and Lynn rolled her eyes in response, opening her palm up to him as a gesture for him to pay up.

The i***t did not get it immediately.

"Four hundred fresh paper, chop! Chop! I have places to be." Lynn said in her bitchest voice, that dumbfounded look on his face was exceedingly annoying.

He propped himself on his elbows and gave her an even more opaque look. "Excuse me? What's you on about, princess?" He really was clueless. What a f*****g drongo.

This was exactly why she did not render the service before getting paid.

Lynn almost palmed her face, and she would have, had her hand not been occupied with zipping up her dress.

"Give me my money so I can leave this horrid chicken pen." She put it plainly and confusion crossed his face before it was replaced by mild anger and surprise.

"What?"

"Oh come on! You can't tell me you didn't see this one coming." Lynn slid her foot into her red- bottom stiletto and grabbed her designer handbag. She snuck her hand inside it and reached for the fake 38 pistol she always carried on her.

Mr Piggy's face slowly tensed to a frown and he repositioned himself, sitting on his non- existent behind, "I have to pay you?"

"Yeah! You thought what, that I let you mount me because I f*****g like you? Oh grow the f**k up and buy a mirror while you're at it! Hot girls like me don't go around f*****g deadbeats like you- for free. Four hundred bucks. Pay up." She impatiently gestured by flicking her fingers and she noticed his expression grow more scornful and retaliatory.

'Please don't let him be one of those dickwarts!' Her inner b***h voice groaned irately.

The man, taking him on face value did not appear to be much of a threat; in her year in the business, she had dealt with larger bastards with statuses and reputations even a seasoned detective would get stomach knots from; and she had a scar to show it. One assfart had carved her back with a knife after she refused to render her services to him. He was under the impression that they were dating and it was not her fault that he did not have enough of a brain to figure out that he was nothing more than a client; a cash- cow she fed so she could milk. This pudgy fucker however was a local nobody who frequented the pub after long hours at a shitty job. He was no gang member or mob boss and she doubted he had ever landed himself in the pen because he would have never survived there with that slow processor up there. But then again, she had binge watched enough true crime documentaries to know that common looking folk are always the ones that end up as profilic serial killers. The ones no one would ever suspect.

Lynn kept calm, she just needed her money so she could bolt out of here.

"You really had me fooled. Next time I won't fall for the likes of you. Filthy nightwalker." He clucked his tongue in disgust and leaned into the nightstand, reaching for it's bottom shelf.

Lynn got a firm grip on her toy gun, ready to bust it out in anticipation of the situation getting just as ugly as him. He turned towards her with a disparaging sneer but did not move from where he was.

"You don't know what you're missing out on, baby doll." He said salaciously, eye- sexing her in an even more sickening way. "Here," surprisingly, he threw rolled up notes at her secured with a rubber band and she caught the thick bundle with one hand, "I even gave you a little extra tip, since you're so desperate for it, wouldn't want a pretty little thing like you scavenging..if ya know what I mean." He chuckled to himself and Lynn contemplated shooting him in the face.

If she could, she would.

Gracing him with one last eye roll, Lynn quickly walked out and never looked back. Chevy, her "agent" and best friend was already waiting for her outside of the apartment complex. Before she sauntered to his car, she rolled out the notes and counted six hundred bills. He'd paid her in US dollars.

"Yes!" She squealed and tucked the bundle in her bra. Maybe the pudgy fucker was not so bad after all. The memory of him however, made her want to soak up in a tub full of bleach.

Chevy honked the horn, equivalent to a wolf- whistle, at her as soon as he spotted her and she rolled her eyes and added an extra provocative sway to her hips.

"Looks like there's a bit of gloom, huh Sunnyside?" The blonde dirtbag teased and Lynn gave him the middle finger before hopping into his electric red Chevrolet Camaro convertible.

His car was so infamous on the streets no one called him Louie anymore. Chevy was okay looking if Lynn did not want to inflate his ego, but in plain, blunt reality; the bastard was stunning, f*****g gorgeous, Calvin Klein model kind of gorgeous. Not to lie, when they first met, she had a crush on him, she could not get over his messy, dirty blonde hair, his sky blue eyes, his chiseled jaw and his ripped physique; until he opened those luscious pink lips too often and she realised how much of a f*****g i***t and a d**k he is. Like a typical surfer boy obsessed with his looks; his personal philosophy was puff and pass, so he stuck it in any cunt at liberty and reveled in the glory of his playboy, Heartbreaker reputation. Louie had English- Irish- polish descent but he considered himself a true Aussie and had a sultry accent that was a mix of all those deadly combinations. Lynn had always told him that his looks could only carry him far and he'd always hit back with, "carry me all the way to a bird's bed."

Had he not gotten her into the business, Lynn bet her t**s she wouldn't have known him for this long. And she loved her t**s, they were her most irresistible asset. Least to say; It took serious endurance to have this shitmouth in her life, especially since cracking the fucker's nuts was against the law.

"Say one more stupid word and I'll strike you down with lightning." Lynn threatened, leaning back and enjoying the feel of the air on her face. She started singing along passionately to one of her favourite songs: Lana Del Rey's "You Can Be My Daddy Tonight" and she could feel those blue eyes drilling holes into her as she hit the chorus. "Try focus on the road, you cunt."

She lowered the volume and looked to her side just on time to see Chevy's bad boy casanova smirk at the height of its glory,

"Don't get yer knickers in a twist little bird, I just love seeing ya in your element. This is exactly the potential I saw in you all those years ago." He winked at her before sliding those ridiculous shades over his eyes.

"What the f**k are you on about?" Lynn wrinkled her nose as she sneered playfully. It was a year and seven months, that's how long they have known each other. "I was living my best life before I met you."

"Yeah right! Jumping over balconies and sleeping with strays to avoid ole Ozzie. Just peachy. Admit it, I'm your knight in shining armour." He blew her a kiss and smugly pushed those god- awful shades towards the bridge of his nose.

Oh they were beyond outrageous- and the little turd would never hear none of it of the "spectacle" they made him, pun intended- because they are "worth more than an iPhone 14 you f*****g divvy!"

Lynn snorted at his cockiness, "You're a pimp. Saw an angel and got her doing all sorts of dirty."

"No, no, no! I made her realise her talents. It pays yer rent doesn't it, Angel t**s?" The blonde fucker chuckled after she smacked him on the arm. "I'm just an agent and facilitator and I've bagged you a diamond client, rich bastard in a suit- pretty good money, he'll be paying in English money-"

"Huh!" Lynn puffed out a draft of air loudly, purposely interrupting him. "What's the catch?" There was always a catch- pretty money usually meant pretty hideous consequences.

"I was getting there before you rudely got in my mouth-"

"You wish." Lynn cut him off again, she loved seeing him get all red and pissed off, as did he.

"Listen Babycakes, now is the time to put your grown girl knickers on and get paid, alright Angel t**s?"

Lynn rolled her eyes at his "I mean serious business" voice but nodded her head nevertheless. "Okay, Devil d**k. Tell me everything I need to know."

"Good girl," he smirked salaciously, "This one's code incognito. The fucker wants complete discretion, I didn't get much of a portfolio yeah, so I'm guessing he's some Big Man somewhere. Oh f**k me, imagine if he's like the f*****g Prince of England!"

"Oh f**k off! Don't be an airhead!" Lynn scoffed.

There was a possibility. She had rendered her services to some elite married politicians who would kill to never be caught with "the likes of her" and make news headlines. If indeed he is part of the royal family, Lynn was to make sure to give him a night he'll never forget.

'Princess Lynn..' she rehearsed in her head. 'Oh It'd only be a dream.'

"Here you are." Chevy pulled over to her horrid little hovel and honked at Ashleigh, who was waving at them from the balcony. "I'll email ya the rest of the details, yeah. Get some doll treatment, you look like you were wild at a hen party."

Lynn glared at him, feigning being offended and struck his chest with a purse as he leaned in to kiss her. "Pay me the advance first, otherwise I'm not going anywhere." And she was serious. That was a her policy and Chevy always delivered, that's why she'd stuck with him for so long.

The walk to the rundown box her deluded landlord called a townhouse was ever dreadful. Weighed down by rue and daily sadness over the turn her life had taken, Lynn climbed up the stairs, ignoring the annoying yells coming from the apartment immediately connected to hers. Opening the door, she dramatically kicked off her heels and launched her body into the couch. Ashleigh came out of the kitchen with a glass of cheap wine in hand and joined her.

"Ugh! Sharon and Pukeface are at it again. I f*****g need to move out of this dump." Leigh grumbled, gulping down half of the wine and grimacing profusely following the last swallow. "What the f**k is this? This is worse plonk I've ever had!" She continued to drink it regardless.

Lynn took the bundle from her bra and unraveled the notes, setting them featly on the wooden coffee table. "That should get that despicable hag off our ass."

Leigh groaned out, "Thank f**k Lynn! I swear I was going to put her down under if she came around here again." Her shoulders dropped and tipped the glass up, appearing desperate for the last drop of the supposedly awful plonk. "I still have to see my shift at Patty's through. You're on the night shift as well, Maisie pulled a sickie."

Lynn sighed deeply, slumping and splaying carelessly even after Leigh pointed out that her mound was staring at her.

"Tell Dave I can't make it tonight, I have a client."

"What am I supposed to tell that miserable cunt? Ya know he's going to be at my neck!"

"I don't know, tell him I got hit by a car or I was pissed and fell in the shower." Lynn said, to which Leigh responded with her signature "you must be f*****g kidding me" look.

"It doesn't matter anyways, I'm not going back there."

"Ohh..so your rich parents finally decided to take you back?" Leigh's tone was plainly sarcastic. She was used to Lynn's moody whines. If she had a dollar for every time she said she was quitting her lifestyle, turning over a new leaf and getting all the luxuries she deserves; she'd have long moved out of this goat pen.

Lynn's face deflated. Leigh meant no harm, but this evening of all evenings, her words were a blow to the gut. It stung like salt to an open wound to think of how different her reality would be had she not been a massive i***t and made the worst mistake of her life.

She'd be halfway through finishing her degree and she'd be living in a mansion.

This was rock bottom for her, an upgrade from the lowest level she'd found herself at before she got into the escort business; Hell Bottom.

Once upon a time Lynn was basically of princess status and just like every other naive, lovesick divvy princess; she took a fancy for a frog hoping she could turn it into a prince with enough kisses. She was nineteen when the devil in faux leather marched into her life; tall, dark and handsome, a f*****g dirtbag, a f*****g punk, a walking redflag. She could not believe she was one of those girls; the good girl with a bright future ahead of her that falls for the bad boy bound to be kissing arse in the pen.

Niall was his name, but they called him Grimm.."as in Grim Ripper." Insert eye roll. Grimm was in a band and Grimm was small time; a small fishey in an even smaller pond with fantasies of swimming with the big fishes in the ocean. Lynn thought she was in love with him while her attachment to him stemmed from something deeper and far more twisted that fostered her ambitions for unwavering validation to the point that her brain ended up in her ass.

Just four months into the relationship and Grimm convinced her to move to Australia with him; he'd scored a big deal with a prestigious record label and his band was going to hit all the billboards and have a massive global tour within months.

"One million dollars! Sweet f**k can you imagine that, baby?!" She could still hear his voice clearly to this day. The fucker was so excited and then...she was excited for him. He made her all sorts of empty promises, he promised to take care of her and, "Spoil you like your daddy never could."

Knowing her parents would never approve of the relationship; and not just because of the twelve years age gap, Lynn dropped out of uni and got on that plane with Grimm and changed her number. Her parents found out just a day after because, Jess, her bestie spilled the beans when she was confronted.

Long story short; Grimm and his mates never caught a whiff of that million dollars, in fact there was no major release deal in the bag and he lied about it for a long three months until they had to be doing all sorts of shady stuff to avoid getting evicted. Then she discovered he was hooked on coke and other serious hard stuff that'd end up censored in any sentence and as consequence he had a lot of goons coming for his flat ass. Grimm had brought upon her a lot grim moments and Grimm was now taking Devil meat at the back of throat in Hell, while she was stuck in deep s**t and has to pay off all his debts.

Before she got into the business, she could never make rent. She took shifts at a nightclub to supplement her 'body pay'.

The daughter of the mighty billionaire tech mogul Conan Bradley Seamus Hansen O' Brien knew what is like to sleep on the streets. She was surprised she had not made the news yet, but grateful she had not brought her father shame on a public scale. She did not need him being more frigid than he already was towards her.

If Chandra Marilyn Eloise Levy O' Brien knew of what she had become; her sweet heart would sink to the bottom of her gut and she'd suffer a stroke. Her mother cared for her more than anyone in the world and often recited her unconditional love for her; but Lynn feared she had disappointed her beyond forgiveness.

So no, going back home was not an option.

"I'm sorry Lynn." Leigh apologised, she noticed how emotional she'd gotten.

Lynn sighed heavily and sat up, "It's fine-" she began before she was interrupted by a chain of notification chimes coming from the phone in her purse.

As she suspected it was Chevy finally sending the details. She was to be driven to an undisclosed location wearing the outfit that'll be delivered to her door at seven and she was to leave behind her cell and other gadgets and she was to talk to no one, not even the chauffeur and "other staff" that'll be assigned to her. Chevy had reminded her that Mr Anonymous or in the plural could be one of the Devils with "darker desires", a sadistic bastard, but "the pay is gorgeous, she's stunning!"

"What the f**k?!" She gasped exclamatorily, nearly dropping her phone. I looked away for a second and fingered the fingerprint sensor again and the notification was still there; unchanged.

Her account had been credited with AUD 28,705.62. It must be a mistake.

But it was no mistake, that was her advance.

Treacherous thoughts crossed her mind. Like why would she even go there when she could book a flight back home? Or go start over in Italy or something....