Oh no, here we go…

yes Yes YES my loves, ANOTHER new story from me! This one, like I'll Be Seeing You, was actually a pre-written story for the Buffy fandom, written by the same author, PaganBaby. I've edited a lot and obviously made it an Auslly story. SO… Let me know what you think and I'll post part two :)

Not sure if they're reading this or not, but this story is dedicated to my girls Nicole, Kristin, Meg, Katrina, Ary, and Victoria, who I love and miss. I hope I haven't hurt you in my dark state over these last few weeks. As you know, I've been through hell and back, and I'm doing what I can to save my relationship with a man I am truly in love with. I hope someday you can forgive me for distancing myself and that we can all take that trip together to meet our boys. Until then, know that your support and friendship has meant the world to me and that I will always, ALWAYS love you girls… xoxo

DISCLAIMER: I do not own, nor do I profit from, the Disney Channel program 'Austin & Ally' or the characters therein. They are simply used in the following story for my own entertainment. Original story "Room Service" by PaganBaby. Names and some locations have been changed. No copyright infringement intended.

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CHAPTER ONE

Fucking bastard.

Selfish, home-wrecking fake-ass bastard.

Allyson Ally Dawson sipped angrily at her icy glass of raspberry vodka as she watched a particularly raunchy pay-per-view porn movie in her luxury hotel penthouse. That sort of thing wasn't her usual forte, alcohol and porn, or, at least it wasn't something she would ever let her friends or family in on, anyway. She was a seventeen year old independent female, she had her secret indulgences just like everybody else, but those were usually few and far-between and very much kept to herself. Right now, however, now she was here, alone, with no supervision and very much pissed off at her step-father for leaving her in this situation.

This weekend was supposed to be spent with him here in New York City. Together they were supposed to see the sights and attend some musicals; bond, as it were, since he had recently married her mother and she'd been sort of neglected in the entire wedding process. At first, she had her reservations. After all, this was the man that had basically ended her parents' marriage, coming in and stealing her mother away years ago. The last thing most people would want is to go frolicking around with that kind of person.

The reasonable adult in Ally knew that her mother wouldn't have been swept away by another man unless there had been existing problems in the marriage, but at the tender age of eleven she hadn't quite understood that. Even now, almost seven years later she still held a grudge, despite the time that had lapsed and the fact that her father had made peace with it, and Penny, and moved on.

Ally wasn't sure she would ever truly be ready to move on. Her mother, though, her mother was desperate for her to be accepting of her new husband and the finality of it all, so she begged her daughter to give her new step-father a chance. They were going to let bygones be bygones, and put the past in the past. After a lot of thought and reflection, Ally had been excited about the trip.

That was, until he didn't show up at the airport.

He texted her, told her to take a cab to their five-star hotel and he would meet her there, that he was forced to take a later flight out of Phoenix because of something at the office. Ally had been irritated at first, after all how many things could go wrong when you work from the comfort of your own living room? Regardless, Ally accepted it, and shrugged it off as one of his lame excuses for just being late and missing his original flight.

Ally had arrived at the hotel optimistic and happy, but that didn't last long. The manager at the front desk informed her that her father would not be coming. "Step-father," she had hastily corrected. The manager just gave her a sympathetic look and handed her an envelope containing a note and Paul's Platinum Credit Card. The note read:

Dear Ally,

I'm so sorry, but I won't be able to join you this weekend. I was really looking forward to it too, but it couldn't be avoided. I won't go into the details now, but I'm sure you'll understand. You're welcome to stay in the suite and take advantage of everything the hotel has to offer. I sent my Credit Card ahead for you to use, go see a musical, buy some new outfits, charge whatever you like. I want you to have a good time. Your mother and I will call you soon.

Love,

Paul

"Love, Paul," Ally said mockingly, screwing up her face and balling up the note, throwing it somewhere in the corner of the room, then tossing the rest of her drink back. She cringed when the smooth liquid burned her throat a little bit.

It wasn't like her to be bitter, but the entire situation was just one giant slap in the face, as if the marriage between him and her mother hadn't been enough. She hadn't even been invited. They held a small backyard ceremony, then told her about it after. AFTER. How the fuck do you tell your only daughter that you just got married to a man she's never even technically met?

Ever since that night, Penny and Paul had been kissing major ass, doing whatever they could do to make it up to Ally, but nothing really could make up for what they did. Ally was, by nature, a forgiving person, and so she'd put her frustrations aside and worked at getting to know Paul and accepted the marriage for what it was. This, though, this was the icing on the cake.

She'd taken dear old Paul's advice and had a grand time with his card; hitting all the stores and buying new clothes, ordering room service, getting massages, manicures and pedicures, cleaning out the mini-bar, ordering pay per view movies, adult and regular, but all the crazy spending couldn't make up for not having any company.

She was lonely.

She was all alone in New York City, she didn't know a soul in this town. Who wanted to be cooped up in a big beautiful city like this all by themselves? Sight-seeing was a complete bore when by yourself. All the people she loved were back in Miami.

She was getting teary eyed again.

What she should have done was use Paul's credit card to fly Trish up here to be with her. If only she would have thought of it before her last night here…

Ally growled and got up from the couch, moving into her master suite. Boxes and bags from her shopping trips were scattered around the room and on the king-size bed. Buzzed and feeling some sort of way, she looked through a bag from Victoria's Secret. She'd never really had the guts to buy stuff like this when she was back home, but they did have the best undergarments money could buy…

She stripped off her sweat shirt and gray sweat pants and slipped on a black lace chemise that came down to the tops of her thighs. She also pulled out the bright yellow lace thong she had purchased and put it on, turning and looking at her ass in the mirror as she held up the skirt of her nightie. She smiled when she saw the way the bright yellow complimented her skin. Being from Miami, she had always felt overly-pale for a Floridian native, however being here in the winter months she finally felt like her skin had a nice healthy glow compared to all the pale New Yorkers.

Ally stood in front of the full-length mirror and struck sexy poses, wetting her lips, pouting and sticking her butt out. She pushed her breasts together and pursed her lips at her reflection, her eyes growing wide before she chuckled and rolled her eyes at herself.

"Oh wow." She stood up straight. "I am so fucking bored. Back to the alcohol and porn."

She put on the black half robe that came with her new provocative sleepwear, letting it droop off one shoulder, and went back to the couch to finish watching the X-rated movie. She wasn't a porn freak or anything, she just ran out of regular movies she could charge to her step-father, and she'd already watched 'The Lucky One' with Zac Efron three times.

She'd love to see the bastards face when he saw the names of some of the more adult features that she ordered.

Stupid Zac Efron, making her all hot and horny in the first place.

The longer she watched, and the more buzzed she got, Ally found herself getting hot and bothered by the movie. Even when she tried not looking at the screen, the sounds of sex invaded her ears.

She had only had sex once, with her now ex-boyfriend Elliot. It was her seventeenth birthday, they had been going out for six months and she figured that it was time. She thought that he loved her... but the morning after he treated her like a slut. Insulting her, mocking her. He turned into someone she didn't even know and it hurt her terribly, especially since they had been such close friends growing up. In the months since they broke up, she hadn't even tried to go out on another date with anyone else, despite her friends Trish and Dez's efforts to fix her up with someone, she would not risk having her heart broken and stomped on again.

She couldn't, however, deny that her body sometimes had other ideas. Like right now, she wanted to get laid real bad. Wanted a real man to give her a real orgasm, not the crap Elliot had given her.

The more she thought about him the angrier she got.

"I don't need a man!" Ally declared, throwing her shoulders back and holding her head high. She took another drink and relaxed back into the plush couch. "I'm resourceful! And I've got... fingers." She spread her legs and rubbed her mound lightly through her thong, instantly pouting at the lack of vision blurring pleasure she brought herself. "Note to self: Invest in a vibrator, ASAP."

She watched the movie for several minutes while she rubbed herself, trying and failing to get herself to that point she needed. Just as she was about to huff and give up there was a knock on her penthouse door, making her jump and gasp.

"Who the hell is that? I didn't order anything... did I?" Her brain was a little foggy from the alcohol, after all, she was a bit of a lightweight when it came to the hard stuff.

Frustrated at the intrusion, Ally pushed her robe and nighty back down and went to the door, opening it just enough to peek out. Her mouth went dry at the sight that greeted her.

There was a man standing in the hall in front of her, smiling the sexiest smile she'd ever seen. Her breath nearly caught in her throat as she opened the door all the way to see him better.

He was about six-foot-two, wearing a stylish, black Armani suit, with a blue button-up shirt underneath, a black silk tie was knotted around his neck.

He had the face, and body, of a model. His platinum blonde hair swooped messily to one side, cascading at an angle across his flawless tan forehead; his eyebrows were a slightly darker shade of dirty blonde, as were his roots… she found that incredibly sexy. He had eyes that matched the most decadent dark chocolate, twinkling mischievously as he took her in; cheekbones that could cut glass; full sensuous lips that curled into the aforementioned sexy smile; perfect teeth, and a strong chin.

And FUCK if he didn't smell amazing…

'Humina, humina, humina...' was the only thought passing through Ally's mind.

"Uh... hi," she said slowly as a small smile spread across her features.

He was taken aback by the girl before him. She wasn't at all what he had expected when he came to the job today, and just looking at her had his night looking significantly better already. Was that a see-through nighty she had on under that robe? "Hello, cutie," he drawled as he arched one brow and let his eyes roam over her tiny supple body.

He could see the blush forming on her face out of his peripheral vision as he eyed her shamelessly from the hall. He didn't care. He loved it when he could make his woman squirm before even touching them…

"Aaaaaare you Roxie Rocket?" he asked, eyebrow arched. With a name like that on the assignment she was the last girl he expected to find.

Ally blinked rapidly as she took in his question and weighed her options as far as answers went. She could be honest with him, tell him no, that, sadly, he had the wrong room and perhaps someone at the front desk would be able to help him. After all, she would hate to be the girl sitting in her room waiting for this eye candy to show up, worrying and wondering what had happened to him. Or, she could…

"Yes," Ally answered. What has gotten into me… "That's me, Roxie…"

His smile widened. "I was hoping you'd say that. I'm Ross. From Deluxe Escorts. I'll be your escort for tonight."

Ally's eyes widened. Escort? Oh my God! Escort as in escort service! He's a gigolo! What do I do? she thought as she watched him smile and lick his lips. Oh God, he's so sexy…

Her mind went into overdrive.

"Great!" she chuckled lightly, more at herself than anything. "I've been expecting you. Come in, won't you?" She smiled coquettishly and stepped back, allowing him to enter.

He walked past her slowly, brushing by her shoulder, his face coming within inches of hers and her heart leapt in her chest at his nearness and the invading scent of his cologne. The closer he got the taller he seemed. His presence was making her lower regions quiver.

What the hell am I doing! Oh God! I told him I'm somebody else and I invited him into my hotel room! This is how people get raped and murdered! Her libido had apparently taken over her body. Ally's mind screamed that she was crazy even while she batted her eyelashes at him, shooting him a sly smile as she closed the door behind him.

He stepped in and looked around the suite, practically clicking his heels. As an escort, you never knew who was hiring you. He was pleased, to say the least, when the door opened to reveal the lovely and sexy young woman clad in the jaw-dropping black lace nighty. Sparks were shooting between them already. He had a feeling this job would prove to be one of his favorites.

"Nice place you got here. Very… expensive," Ross said approvingly.

"Yeah, um, it is nice." Ally wanted to slap herself for not being able to think of anything intelligent to say. Then, suddenly the color drained from her face when she realized that she left the porn movie playing on the TV. Ross turned his attention to it when the actors started moaning and yelling particularly loudly.

"OH GOD!" She ran over and turned off the television set. Her face burned with shame, she buried her face in her hands. "I am SO embarrassed!" Ally muttered.

"Don't be," he chuckled as he stepped toward her. "Everyone enjoys watching that kind of thing from time to time. Nothing to be ashamed of."

He smiled. She was adorable. It wasn't fair that she was probably the young trophy wife of some rich old bastard. Some guys have all the luck…

Ally peeked at him through her fingers.

"It's okay, really," he assured her, he stepped up to her and ran an index finger lightly up and down the exposed skin of her right arm. She shuddered as goose-bumps erupted on her skin from the fleeting touch. He pried her hands away from her face gently. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. You're a woman... you have... needs," his voice was like caramel, thick and rich. Just the sound of him was driving her nuts.

"Uh huh..." She nodded dumbly, staring into his eyes.

"What would you like to do first?" Ross said silkily as he looked at her body appreciatively, curling his tongue behind his teeth. "It doesn't look like you're dressed for a night on the town," he said as he tilted his head to gaze upon her body once again. "Would you rather... stay in tonight?"

"Uh huh..." Ally said again. Damn it! Say something smart or sexy, you stupid, stupid brain! she scolded herself.

Growing brave, and not wanting to mess this up and have him walking off on her from sheer boredom, Ally reached out to stroke his silk tie, rubbing the material between her fingers while looking up at him from under her lashes. "You don't... mind, do you?" She loosened the knot of the tie. She didn't know where this aggressive and seductive streak was suddenly coming from. She had never acted like this before.

"Not at all," Ross grinned. And that was the truth. Something about this woman drew him in. He would like nothing better than to worship at the altar of her body.

"Would you... um, like a drink?" Good! Yes! Sophisticated adults offer each other drinks!

"That would be nice, thanks."

"Why don't you have a seat on the couch," Ally said over her shoulder as she went to the refrigerator and got out a bottle of Dom Perignon that the hotel had supplied, sashaying her ass a little in the process, earning her another head-tilt stare from the delicious blonde.

She picked up the two champagne flutes and sashayed back to the couch, sitting down beside him. She willed her hands not to shake. He was sitting turned towards her with one leg curled up on the couch, his other foot on the floor leaving his legs spread, and one arm resting over the back. He accepted his glass with a wink and a smile.

Ally tried to appear casual as she worked at opening the bottle. She couldn't get the cork out. She clenched her teeth as she strained to remove it. Damn noodle arms…

"Here, let me."

He took the bottle from her, after a few twists, the cork shot out with a loud *POP*. Ally squeaked. They chuckled as he poured them each a full glass before setting the heavy bottle on the glass end table.

"What would you like to drink to?" Ross asked, holding his glass out.

"Um, how about..." Ally wracked her brain for something clever to say. "To pleasure. Yours, mine... ours." She remembered someone saying that in a movie once. It had the desired effect.

He smiled seductively. "I'll definitely drink to that."

They clinked glasses and each took a sip of their drink, never taking their eyes off each other. Ally still couldn't believe she had let a stranger into her hotel room in a new city, and an escort at that. She didn't know why, it wasn't in her nature to be so… loose… but she was praying to god she wouldn't screw this up and that she'd get some from the fine man sitting before her very very soon.

"So... how long have you been... escorting?" Ally asked, trying desperately to come up with conversation.

"About a year now. I don't have many clients as beautiful as you, though," Ross smirked.

She blushed. "You... think I'm beautiful?"

"Mmmm, very." He said as he sipped his champagne.

She gulped down the rest of her champagne and poured herself another glass, needing more of the liquid courage that had gotten her in this mess. I can't believe I'm doing this! Oh God!'

"Really, I can't complain about the job. I get to usher around lovely, wealthy women, and it pays really well."

"What do you do if get a really ugly chick?"

The way he laughed made her heart flutter, so natural and boisterous, his eyes crinkled up in the most adorable way.

"Each woman is beautiful in her own way. Fat, thin, short or tall, it doesn't matter. If they're not particularly physically attractive, they usually have something else going for them that's equally as appealing: intelligence, sense of humor, kindness... Every woman deserves to be treated like a queen," Ross said sincerely, then sipped from his flute.

"That's nice," Ally said, smiling. Even if he was handing her a line of bullshit, it was still a sweet thing to say. "What do you do when you're not escorting?"

"A bit of this, a bit of that... not very successfully thus far," he chuckled. "I enjoy singing and playing guitar but like I said, it hasn't been profitable."

"That's too bad. But maybe you'll get your big break someday!" she said supportively.

"Who knows? Maybe I will." He grinned.

"So… um... what about your... fee?" Ally wondered if he took Platinum Credit Cards...

He furrowed his brow. "It's been taken care of already, hasn't it? That's what they told me. You paid ahead of time..."

"Oh, yes, I know," she tried to cover. "I meant your... gratuity. How much do you usually... get?"

Ross' face relaxed into an easy smile again. "Oh, that. Well, that's totally up to you, baby. At the end of our evening, you decide what you think I... deserve."

Ally shivered when he called her 'baby.' "Okay... I never did this before, and... I wasn't sure what the normal tip was," she said nervously. "What's the biggest tip you've ever gotten?"

"They can range from zero to... A woman once bought me a car, a Dodge Challenger. That was awesome."

Her eyes widened comically. "A woman gave you a car? Wow! That's some tip! What did you do to deserve that?" Ally immediately put her hand over her mouth, wishing she could take back her question. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean..."

"It's all right," Ross laughed. "I showed her a good time. She was just extremely generous. Don't feel compelled to compete with her. I want you to give me what you think the evening was worth."

Ally's heart pounded hard in her chest as he placed his drink on the table and inched toward her. 'OhGodohGodohGodohGod' she chanted the mantra in her mind.

Ross brushed the hand of the arm he had draped on the back of the couch along her neck and over her shoulder, causing her to giggle.

"You look so young, especially when you laugh like that," Ross said as he tilted his head slightly, smiling.

A wave of fear washed over her and her smile faded slightly. "I get that all the time!" Ally lied smoothly. "Getting carded at 27 is a nice compliment, but it gets tiresome having to drag out my I.D. all the time!"

They laughed. She felt a little guilty lying to him like this, but she wanted to appear more mature, she couldn't believe her luck that he was convinced she was this Roxie Rocket woman. Sorry, Roxie, wherever you are!

"Well, you look fantastic." Ross moved closer, putting his lips on the side of her neck. She gasped silently and tensed up. He pulled away to look at her. "What's the matter? You're so tense. If you'd rather just talk, that's fine..." He looked concerned.

"No. I w-want more. I'm just..." She didn't want him to stop. Damn nerves!

Ross got an idea. Some of the women he escorted were nervous at first so he knew a few tricks to help them relax and enjoy themselves. "How about you turn around and I give you a nice massage." He took off his suit jacket and laid it over the arm of the couch, then unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled them up to his elbows.

Ally's mouth watered at the hints of muscle under his blue cotton shirt.

"Okay," Ally replied automatically, she turned her back to him, and he scooted up behind her.

She sighed when he placed his hands on her shoulders and began rubbing them gently. She rolled her head on her neck. Good hands... oh, very good hands, she thought hazily.

"So tense..." Ross said as he massaged her, putting more strength into working the knots out of her back and shoulders. Her skin was on fire, and he could only hope it was because she was feeling the same burning attraction he was feeling toward her.

"Yeah," she said fleetingly. "Work's been a real bear lately." Homework that is! I'm so wicked! Ally thought with a naughty grin. She was due to graduate high school in two more months.

Ross' strong hands tirelessly worked on the muscles of her back, shoulders and neck for the next 15 minutes. Her head lolled down, chin resting on her chest.

"Hmmm - Ahhh - Ross, that feels so good!" she mumbled. She'd never felt so relaxed and loose before. The masseuses that worked for the hotel had nothing on him and his magic hands.

"You're not going to fall asleep on me, are you?" he whispered into her ear.

Her body tingled at the feel of his hot breath on her sensitive skin. "Mmmm, that doesn't sound like a bad thing... falling asleep on you." Ally flirted shamelessly.

He kissed the back of her neck gently. She gasped audibly at the feel of his warm, soft lips on her flesh.

"Did I mention how much I love your choice in clothing," Ross whispered as he kissed a slow trail up the side of her neck to her ear. "You look so beautiful, so damn sexy..." He sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

"This old thing?" Ally breathed, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side to give him more access. "Glad you like it."

Ross turned her around to face him and caressed her cheek with one of his talented hands, his calloused thumb traced her bottom lip. Her eyes were hooded and darkened with desire as he leaned in and placed his mouth over hers.

'Soft... soft lips...' they both thought at the same time.

Ross kissed her softly and slowly, the tip of his tongue sweeping over her plump lips.

Ally parted her lips eagerly and accepted his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues tangled gently with each other's. She moaned loudly into his mouth when he sucked lightly on her tongue before he pulled away and began kissing down her neck. The hand that wasn't touching her face slid up her leg to her hip, up her side to cup a breast. He brushed his thumb over a silk covered nipple, causing her to moan again.

"Ross," she said huskily. "Ohhh..."

Ross pushed her silk robe over her other shoulder, leaving it open and splayed out behind her on the couch, exposing her creamy skin. He placed soft, wet kisses along her shoulder. She rolled her head to the side.

He reclaimed her lips with his, more intensely this time. As they kissed, Ally's hands slid up his chest to his tie, undoing the knot and slowly pulling it apart. She tugged on it until it came free from the collar of his shirt and threw it aside with a flourish. Ross pulled back and rested his forehead against hers as they drew in deep breaths.

"Would you like to go into the bedroom now?" Ross asked in a low voice, then sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. He wasn't usually so straight to the point, but this girl had him going wild. He had to be careful, or he'd end up wanting her more than just this once, and that was very much against the rules.

"Uh-huh," Ally replied with half-closed eyes as she swept her tongue over his lips.

Ross stood up and offered her his hand and pulled her up with him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply, Ally brought her arms up, one hand going to the back of his head, tangling in his hair, while the other ran over his cheekbone and jaw. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter, she was more turned on than she had ever been before. The fact that she knew she shouldn't be doing this, for so many reasons, was a huge turn-on.

Ross picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist for her, holding her in place as he let his left hand smooth along the underside of her thigh to grip the back of her knee. He moaned when she took the initiative to move her mouth to his neck, easily finding his erogenous zone and sucking on it. "Show me the way."

TBC

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