Prompt: Lauren's a prostitute, Y/N's a girl with needs.
G!P Y/N
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I'd been driving around the dimly lit Miami streets in my Range Rover in search of a good time. Normally I wouldn't have even bothered, but there were two things that had me searching the streets for that one girl that could give me a good time; I was filthy rich and I was desperately horny.
I'd opened my own chain of restaurants up and down the strip of the busy Miami streets and had enjoyed the success from them ever since.
A few minutes later after having no success on the black market, I decided to just give up and go home and masturbate to bad porn.
As I started driving in the opposite direction, I saw one of my restaurants and remembered the flood of cash I'd had incase I actually found a girl to take home. There was an ATM right next to it and a few girls near the ATM. I would've approached them, but my confidence had already started to falter and they looked way out of my league.
I walked over towards the ATM, ignoring the looks the 5 girls gave me as I started to put the money back into my account.
"Hey". I cautiously looked up from the machine and tensed as a green eyed girl approached me and ran her fingers across my sharp jawline.
"Y-yes?" I was stunted that a girl as beautiful as her was even talking to me, let alone touching me.
"All that money and you're putting it back? Why don't you let me show you what a $100 might get you". I giggled nervously as she ran her finger down my body and stopped her hand before she could reach my crotch. Her eyebrow shot up in confusion as I moved her hand away and for a second, I could've sworn I saw hurt written across her beautiful face.
"I-I'm sorry. I just don't f-feel comfortable enough with myself". She was still slightly confused until she looked down at my crotch, eyes widening in surprise as my cock started to show through my jeans.
"You have a cock?!" I nodded my head in embarrassment and turned a furious shade of red as she walked towards the other girls and started chatting amongst them.
"Wait?! Where are you going baby?" I avoided eye contact as she blocked me from getting into my car and shook my head as I tried gently moving her away.
"Miss, I r-really h-have to go. I don't w-wanna be e-embarrassed anymore than I already am". She moaned quietly as her hands stopped my chest from entering the door and slid them up to my hair as her lips tickled my earlobe.
"I'm sorry okay? I wasn't laughing at you at all. I was actually telling my friends how lucky I was that you just so happened to show up when you did. See, I'm a little low on money and horny. And you have plenty of it and I'm pretty sure your friend down there agrees. Take me baby. Take me back to your place and fuck me like your life depends on it". I gasped in surprise as she cupped my cock through my jeans and nodded my head dumbly as I scurried to the passenger side door, opening it for the amused brunette.
"So what's your name darling?" I kept my focus on the road, but shifted in my seat as her hand ran up my thigh, stopping at my belt buckle.
"It's Y-Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N". I saw her eyes widen in surprise out of the corner of my eyes and furrowed them in confusion as I turned to her at a red light.
"What?" A wide smile spread across her face, and I could barely make out the slight dimples in her cheeks as she smiled from ear to ear.
"You're that super successful super rich 21 year old billionaire that owns like every restaurant her in Miami. Well I'm Lauren, Lauren Jauregui". Her shock increased as I pulled up into my gated mansion and I smiled at how adorable she looked as she checked out the house from afar.

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FanfictionThis is dedicated to Lauren Michelle Jauregui and her extremely gorgeous mind, voluptuous body, and carefree soul. #6/27