Wilbur

She looked at me like I was her worst nightmare, personified.

When I reached to shake her hand, she took a small step back. I could already hear James clucking like a mother hen.

I was supposed to seduce the woman, not scare her. The small woman beside me, the one who arranged all of this madness, gave out an obviously fake cough.

"Well officer, I have to get going." She picked up her bag and turned to the other ladies to say her farewell. "My husband's waiting for me." She winked at the woman in front of us and left.

I wasn't aware that I was still holding her hand until she pulled away from my loose grasp. She started rubbing her arm, glancing behind her as the others eyed at me like I was fresh meat for a pride of lions.

That's exactly what you are, Gibson. Well, for tonight that is.

"I-I would like to have a word with you officer...?" her voice trailed off, expecting me to answer her unfinished question.

Name. Do I give her my stripper name? Sh!t I didn't even think of a stripper name.

"Wil," I blurted out. I almost ran myself to the wall. I was basically giving her my actual name. What if this woman worked for the FBI? I was told she was a very important person.

She nodded, clearly trying to act like she wasn't singing Careless Whisper before she got interrupted.

"First name basis. I'm okay with that. Can we talk somewhere..." she looked at the other women who replugged the karaoke machine and were currently singing, drinks in-hand, "private?"

Well, okay. I was kind of thinking when I'll start, but right now works, too.

I agreed, keeping my composure cool, and the heat creeping up to my neck in control. It was inevitable, really. I mean what was I expecting?

Looking at the woman in front of me, her walking pace reminded me of someone aware that she was being stalked by a predator. She was still wearing her corporate attire, with the wrinkles on her skirt as evidence that she'd been out and about the whole day.

She finally stopped once we reached the back of the building. When she faced me, she had a look of determination painted on her face – with something close to fear and regret.

She's scared.

"I don't usually do this," she started, gulping some air for extra courage, "bribing people, I mean." She gave me a shaky smile but when she saw me frowning, she turned pale.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't mad. In fact, I was confused.

I was already paid beforehand. The money's already in my account. So why was this woman about to bribe me?

"Sorry ma'am. That's not how things work," I replied seriously. She placed a hand on the wall and sighed.

"I didn't mean it. I was just joking around with the girls. I wasn't going to -"

I cut her off by raising a hand. "I was informed about this," I turned towards the door we got out from, hearing the others laughing, "event."

I was shocked when she grabbed my shoulders. She looked like a mess. And not the kind you see on television, with the soft smile and sleepy eyes. She was in between sleeping beauty if she woke up in real life and a zombie who chased a truck during the apocalypse.

"Please..." she murmured, her eyes started to moisten with tears, "I couldn't be thrown to jail. I have no drugs with me, or in me. I just had a shitty day."

"Jail?" I led her near a metal trash bin and sat her there.

"How much would it take for you to have amnesia, Wil?" she asked, sniffing the supposed crying fit away.

My head hurt. This was her party, wasn't it? Then clearly, she would know that I was coming.

"I'm completely lost, woman. What are you talking about?" I sighed, taking off my hat and started fanning her face with it. "How many shots have you taken?"

"Diana."

I frowned when she raised her head to look at me. "My name's Diana, officer Wil. Die-Ana."

I checked my watch and cursed. We're wasting time here. I had a time table to follow. And it only had three things on it.

Enter.

Entertain.

Leave with disdain.

"Let's get inside. I need to start why I'm here."

I held her by her arm and tried to pull her up. It was when I was about to lead us back inside when she withdrew her arm. I turned around to see her kneeling on the ground.

"Please! I'll do anything!"

I quickly got on my knees and helped her up. I groaned when she started sniffling.

"Anything? Are you sure?" I asked. She nodded eagerly, and I took the opportunity to guide her to the door. I smiled when she didn't protest. A friend of hers opened the door, her face red when she grinned at me.

"There you two are!" She opened the door wider for us to get through.

They changed the seats.

A seat.

There was a seat in the middle of the room. I leaned down near my cargo and whispered near her ear, "I need you to sit on that chair and stay still."

She frowned but did what I asked her anyway. She looked wasted enough to not remember what's about to happen. Or what I'm going to do.

I looked at her friends and saw them by the door, giggling. One of them adjusted a lever by the wall, and the lights slowly turned dim.

"Enjoy," another one mouthed as they left the room.

I gulped when I heard the door click, signifying us that this was it.

"What kind of people leaves their drunk friend with a stranger,." I murmured, wiping the sweat off my forehead. The place felt too stuffy all of a sudden.

She snickered, her eyes staring at her shoes.

I opened my mouth to answer, but then the music started.

I took a deep breath before saying a silent prayer.

I started to walk around her chair. She was still not moving, but her eyes were. She looked just as confused as I was a while ago.

When I stopped in front of her, I started unbuttoning my shirt.

If you could tell me to stop now, that would be great.

Her eyes widened when I took off my shirt and it took me a lot of willpower to grin at her.

Shit, I forgot to buy eggs for tomorrow.

She covered her mouth, her eyes still on me. I took one of her hands and placed it on my belt buckle.

I'm sorry ma, you raised someone who would go for easy money.

Her hand felt cold and sweaty. With her hand still there, I guided it to unbuckle my belt. Her crystal blue eyes widened as she pulled her hand away, taking my belt with her.

Okay, somebody's eager.

"You ready?" I asked; my voice hoarse.

I started fidgeting with the button of my pants when she started shaking her head. She looked down, holding her stomach.

Then she slowly got up. The music was almost over as she walked towards me.

She placed a hand on my neck, looking me in the eye. Her fingers made their way to the back of my neck and gently tugged on my hair.

Well I'm not complaining.

I placed a hand on her waist as she rested her forehead on my chest. She fidgeted when I applied a little pressure on her waist. She was ticklish, but the way it felt was amazing. Risking it, I stopped my hand by the zipper at the back of her skirt. She had meat in all the right places.

She was breathing heavily, her hands pulling my hair a little more. I groaned when her other hand, the one on my shoulder, held onto me tighter.

And that was the only sign that I had-

before her body started to shake, and she started to gag.

And not for the reason I wanted her to.

Then there was this awful stench that came afterwards. And warm liquid running down my chest, some trickling down my shoe.

She should've told me how many drinks she had.

I almost threw up when I moved her away from me. I looked down at myself and my eyes started to water. It was like inhaling toxic acid.

Her friends chose that time to barge in. They were probably by the door, eavesdropping on whatever was going on with me and their dear friend.

"Oh my gosh, Diana!" her friend shouted. I stepped back as they ran towards her.

I'm not really of any help at the moment. I stepped back and slowly made my way outside and into the room where I kept my bag. Pulling out a towel, I headed for one of their bathrooms.

Towels weren't going to cut it. I needed a shower. I was in front of the mirror when I took a good look at myself. I wasn't expecting to be covered in vomit.

After using hand wash as temporary soap, I cleaned myself up the best that I could.

I was ready to leave after getting dressed when one of her friends stopped me just as I was getting inside my car.

"We need a ride," she said, looking at the limo I drove to get here. I went straight to Marco's after driving for a business tycoon. It was awkward enough that the rustling from the back was obviously them doing the fandango, but hearing from James that the guy just called off his engagement to another woman was just nauseating.

"You need to call my boss," I told her while throwing my bag on the front seat.

She raised an eyebrow and got her phone. She dialled a number, and waited.

"Hello Bernadeth," she started. After a couple of yes' and no's, she finally informed my boss' valued client about their situation.

She handed me the phone and I hesitantly took it from her.

"Is this Wil?" she asked from the other line. "Of course you are. Listen, I already told James that the girls need to be taken home. How was it?"

I winced, looking over the woman beside me. "It could've ended better," I told her honestly.

"What did she do?" she sounded curious and I wasn't exactly in the mood to tell her the details. In fact, it would be best to bury this memory with Atlantis.

"I'll take them home, just – don't forget to tell my boss about this extra," I told her instead of answering her question.

The others came out, half-dragging the woman who ruined my costume with them. Deciding to be a gentleman, and thinking that this was another extra on the supposed pay, I walked towards them and volunteered to put her in the front seat, beside me. I experienced her throwing up, first hand. I knew the signs. Therefore, I would know when to roll the window down and hope that she gets her head out in time.

It took us about an hour and a half until all that was left was the sleeping woman beside me.

Her friends and I tried to wake her up, but she just groaned and went back to sleep, her face pressed on the window.

I received a call from James shortly after I tried asking her on where she lived.

"This is not what I signed up for," I whispered. James cleared his throat and murmured something about the price being worth the product.

"Look kid," he started, "bring back the car tomorrow. Tonight's role-play night with the missus so no answered calls from this point on."

I grimaced, not pleased about knowing his weekly schedule. He ended the call before I could even complain any further. Sighing, I turned towards the woman beside me.

"We need to go with the motion," she whispered. "If you stop when the light's green, you're dead meat." She started tracing figure eights on the window, frowning.

"Where can I drop you off?" I asked her, parking the car at the side of the road. When she told me where she was staying, it was too late.

An hour too late.

Groaning, I hit my head on the stirring wheel. Then she started looking through the disks on the dashboard. She raised her hand in triumph when she found whatever it was that she was looking for.

"Loco-" she grinned before resting her intoxicated head on the window again, "motion."

I was tempted to just leave her by the side of the road. Really, I was.

My irritation was replaced by worry when I saw Carla's name on my phone. I answered it quickly and was relieved to hear Tory's voice.

"It's past nine o'clock," she greeted. I smiled while I started the car.

"I know, princess. But tomor-" I looked at my wristwatch and saw that it was past twelve. "-today's my day off. When I return the limo later, you can come with me. We'll go watch that movie about the ice queen after."

Her giggles turned to a yawn and I saw the woman snoring to my right getting in to a more comfortable position.

"Did you bring me anything?" she asked. I always brought something home before my day-off. I heard a groan when Diana hit her head on the dashboard.

"I'm bringing something home alright," I told her.

When the call ended, I looked at the CD she still had in her hand. Taking it carefully, I put the CD on the player. This car needed an upgrade.

I was already feeling sleepy, but the music helped keep me awake until we reached where I lived.

It took me a lot of patience and strength to get her up to my floor, on my bed, and in some clean clothes. I'll worry about her once I get enough sleep.

I had to make up a story about forgetting about what I bought when I picked Tory at Carla's apartment.

When I finally laid down the couch at the living room after my well-deserved shower, the darn song was still playing in my head.