Paper Planes

FOUR

"No one on the corner has swagger like us"

Las Vegas, 2:48am

Becky could—obviously—be a bit of a cocky woman sometimes. Especially when she had control.

She couldn't feel any cockier as she slid her body up against the one of the mysterious, but more than gorgeous, woman she met earlier in the night on the floor of her own private room.

Nobody else got those.

She pressed her lips against Charlotte's for most likely the hundredth time of the night, basking in the sound of the muffled heavy pants she heard before pulling apart, "did I prove it good enough to you, babygirl?" She asks, pushing a piece of the blonde's hair out of her face.

Charlotte didn't respond to her with words, but she did with a look. That look was enough confirmation of her answer.

"I told you" Becky smirks.

She felt all the confidence in the world, but at the same time couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

She knew Finn didn't care about what or who she did and that he even labeled it 'part of her job' himself, but sometimes it struck a nerve with her.

'Once the curtain closes, anything can happen'  she used to try and convince herself.

They both knew she'd be safe about anything no matter what she'd do with anyone.

Originally, she only picked up the job to cover the suspicions of how so much money was entering her bank account so often.

Then she grew to embrace it, and all she had to say was she was glad it worked.

She bit her lip slightly to get the intruding thought out of her head as she moved her eyes back over to the woman, sitting herself up so she began straddling her.

"H-how much?" Charlotte spoke up after sitting in her tired silence for a number of minutes, gliding her hands up to rest them on Becky's waist.

"Well" Becky looks at her with a tiny smirk, "based on how you are right now, over four"

Another word she was often called was pricey.

"Cause I obviously treated you well"

There she went, the ego of Scarlett Switch taking over Rebecca Quin.

To be fair, Charlotte did ask for it. Becky was more than happy to deliver it to her.

They weren't necessarily supposed to do all that they did in there, but who was gonna tell Becky what to do in her private room?

That's what she thought.

Charlotte bites her cheek, "Will 6 do?" she asks.

Becky gave her a grin, "absolutely, sweetheart" she spoke softly to her, carefully removing her body from hers.

Charlotte nods at her subtly as she sat up and scooted herself to press her back against the wall, reaching for her pants and looking through her pockets.

Becky started to examine her.

She was oddly comfortable around her, but at the same time she felt like she shouldn't have been.

In her mind, she thought of it as attachment; which was the worst thing she could possibly do in this field of business considering the other business she partook in.

Becky also noticed how cocky Charlotte had seemed at first.

So this was sort of a feeling of redemption for her. Charlotte got what was coming to her.