I Don't Need Saving

I've had a lot of new stories in my head right now, and I have to get them out so tell me what you think.

I'm warning now. This story will be raunchy as fuck. So this goes way beyond M. You have been warned.

Selena's POV

So let me get this out know. I'm a call girl. For a high class "escort" service. We provide our services to the rich and famous. A-list elite celebrities.
I know what you're thinking. I must have a checkered past. Daddy didn't hug me, mommy called me ugly. Or I grew up all innocent in a religious family and I'm rebelling. Nope. My parents own the business. They've been doing this for years. Growing up I always had the brand name clothes, high quality make-up, and all the cars I've ever driven are from across the pond. I never knew where they got all the money until I started looking through official documents. What we do is not illegal. The girls aren't forced to work here and the can leave as long as they fulfill there future appointments. They want to do this and get paid greatly for doing it.
Why did I join you ask? Well I love sex. It's probably the Brazilian in me. My parents don't care. I wasn't raised not knowing about sex. When I was five I asked my mom were babies come from. Her exact words were: "A man puts his wiener in his wife's private part until he cums at his cum races to her eggs and makes the baby." Yeah, magical right. I was always interested in sex. I gave myself my first orgasm when I was 14. Lost my virginity at 15. And started having good sex at 16. I wasn't only interested in having it. I love reading about it. Erotica, Sexology, anything about sex is on my Kindle.
So when I found out I could get money doing it. I asked my mom if I could join. Both my parents were against at first. Then they realized how much money I can bring in so they let me in. I don't work with them directly and we don't speak about it outside of work. I am a top earner.
Exotic girls bring in the most money. I'm half Brazilian and half Trinidadian. So as you can guess my ass is huge. Double Ds tittes. I stand at 5 foot 6 inches. Light brown skin with forest green eyes and long black hair.
I mostly get rappers and actors. You want names? Drake he was amazing and gave me many gifts we keep in contact, Trey Songz he can eat it, Tyga he's aggressive which I like, Chris Evans we still talk he's sweet and gentle, Usher, he's the definition of a lover. Rihanna, oh yeah I get with girls too. I never thought I would be into it, but I am. Only with lip gloss lesbian. I'm not one for butch. Rihanna is a sweetheart and that S&M song is not a lie. She likes that freaky shit. I don't go that far with girls. I've shared kisses with Amber Rose, Nicki Minaj. It cost more for the select amount of girls that go gay.
How do all the girls get paid? We'll it depends on what the client wants. We have all kinds of girls. Tight bodies, curvy. All nationalities. Lets say you want a All-American with Big tits and a okay ass. That's 5 grand. You want to take her out 2 grand. Or if you want her straight to your room, that's 6 grand. Most guys don't want to get caught. Now when it comes to what they really want. Sex. That's where it gets pricey. If you want the standard giving head, hit from the back, then cumming on her body, 10 grand. Now, if you want roleplay or something freaky like being tied up and slapped around. 30 grand. I said elite celebs didn't I? This company isn't for Joe The Plummer. In one night adding up alll the extra I'll make 50 to 70 grand, but if they're a regular they'll get a discount. I know what you're thinking? What guy pays that much for sex when he can get a groupie? Well groupies can have diseases. All the girls here are clean and anytime someone wants a night they must bring their records showing they have no diseases. If we were to catch something that's a quarter of a million dollars.
So yes that's my life. My next round of clients is changing supposedly. I got a call from our Booker Rachel.
"Hello?" I asked picking up my iPhone.
"Selena, it's Rach. We need you to come down to the HQ. We have plans for you honey." I smiled.
"I'll be there as soon as possible." I hung up and threw on my white red bottoms with light blue short shorts, and a super low cut white v-neck. I grabbed my black leather Armani purse and jumped in my black Maybach. Fancy huh?

I got to headquarters. Why they call it that I don't know. We're not that serious. I walked inside. Everything is very professional and classy looking. You would having no idea pussy was being sold. I walked up to the front desk.
"Is Dominic in?" I asked one of tempts. She was a very innocent sexy brunette with some pretty lips. Excuse my sexual thoughts.
"Yes, in his office Ms. Dacosta." She said nervously dropping her papers. People usually think I'm the bitch boss's daughter who will make their life a living hell.
"Calm down, sweetie. No need to be nervous." I leaned over the counter fixing her papers.
"I'm sorry. I'm trying to get a job here." She would probably go under our teen category. She looks young.
"Don't worry. What's your name? I'll put in a good word." She blushed.
"Tiffany. You think I can be a high paid girl?"
"Stand up." She did so. I twirled her around.
"Sure. You have a nice ass and big titties. How old are you?"
"Just turned 19."
"Oh, yes. Are clients love young girls. You into girls? You could make a lot with older couples who both want something young."
"I don't know. I never been with a girl." I kissed her softly. I can't help it. I love turning good girls out.
"I do girls. You have a little bit more fun because it doesn't really end, you know. You could make a killing just be free." I smiled.
"Okay."
"Here take my number. In case you need advice." I wrote it down on a card and put it in her bra.
"Nice meeting you Tiffany. Hope I see you around." I kissed her cheek and left to Dominic's office. He's the messenger for my parents.
"Hi, Nic." I said walking in.
"Hello Honey. We need to talk. We'll be changing your clientele." I wasn't thrilled I love the boys I get. But it is boring getting the same dick. I took a seat.
"Who? Singer? I don't do ugly guys."
"You like WWE, right?"
"Love it. Hot guys showing they can whip ass. What's better?" I'm a female WWE fan. A dying breed.
"Good. We got a call from Vince McMahon. He wants to use our services."
"They want me or?"
"I sent them pictures. He wants you."
"I'm not fucking a old married man." I said popping my gum.
"Not him. A wrestler."
"Which one?"
"John Cena." I licked my lips. He is a sexy beast.
"How much am I getting?"
"Since they want you exclusively to the company. 150,000 dollars." I almost feel out my chair.
"And the man have to pay separately if they want you outside a event. And we haven't added the sex fees. You'll be spending nights on his bus. We don't know what he's into yet so you'll have to keep track. I'm sure you know the rates."
"Yep, when do I start?"
"It's Saturday. You start Monday."
"Mm, damn I can't wait." I got up to leave.
"Oh, and that Tiffany. You need to call her up. We can get some money with her."
"You trying to get her?" He laughed.
"I haven't been with a girl in a while. I'm in a teaching mood." I smirked running off. I looked at the tempt desk. Tiffany was typing away on her computer.
"I put in a good word for you, sweetheart." She smiled.
"Thank you so much."
"Bye sweetie."

John's POV

I sat in my bus all alone as usual. This divorce is going to be bitter. Liz wants to take every dollar out of me. I need some relief right now. I told Vince hoping I could get a week off or something and he went and hired a in his words a "high class escort" in other words a hooker. I thought he was joking until I got sent the pictures. She is gorgeous everything any man could want. But I just can't bring myself to fuck her. I want it to be natural not forced. I really just need someone to talk to right now.

Selena's POV

It sucks leaving my regulars. I called Chris he was upset, but he'll get over it. Drake was sad, he said if I need anything he's here for me. The other guys will find new girls I'm sure.

I'm nervous about getting new guy, but also excited. I have to learn their turn offs and ons. Their hotspots. If they're tamed or wild. I can tell now. John will be apprehensive at first. But he fall for my seduction techniques all men have. I'm 22 I've been doing this since I was 18. I can decipher what someone wants just by looking at them.

|Monday|

I got off the plane into a car straight to John's bus. He requested I'd meet him first before I change into something sexy. I sat on his bed. It was nice and big. My snoop came in to me. I looked in his end table. No condoms. It cost more to go raw. It's no problem with my since I'm on birth control. I went in his bathroom. He had a lot of colognes. I love when the guy has hygiene. There have been many of times where I kissed someone and they tasted like blunts and smelled like cigarettes. I checked my hair and make-up. I heard footsteps on the bus. I went and sat on the end of his bed. He walked in. He's even sexier in person.
"Hi, I'm Alyssa." I smiled.
"Hi." He put his bags down not looking me in the eye. He awkwardly sat next to me. Well not next to me. I'm on one end he's on the other. I just stared at him. His body language told a story. Nervous, pain, anger, upset. He needs a hug. Those blue eyes made connection with my grays. I waved he smiled.
"If you don't want to do this it's okay." I've seen guys like John before. Too sweet to fuck a escort.
"But you need the money." He said staring at his lap.
"No I don't honey." I laughed.
"I'm not Candy walking down Sunset Blvd. I'm a high class escort. I'm clean I don't have a disease. I never did drugs. I'm not getting beat up by a wanna be rapper." He laughed.
"I love what I do. Giving that person the fantasy they want. I can see this isn't your thing. Don't worry about paying me. Vince did." I got up to leave. He lightly touched the outside of my hand.
"Don't go." He said softly almost pleading.
"Okay." I sat a little closer.
"I'm going through a lot right now. I just need someone to talk to."
"Well Vince has me with you for a whole week. So you can get all your bullshit out."

John's POV

I have a prostitute as therapist. Great.
"Don't go to the media." I said taking the softness out my voice.
"Yes, because when I go that blows my cover. The media has no idea my company exist. I'd like to keep it that way." I shrugged. She got up. Her body is fucking amazing. If I wasn't in this damn slump I'd have her screaming right now. She started rubbing my shoulders.
"So I'm guessing this divorce has you all in the dumps."
"Yeah, I've known her for most of my life. Now it's over."
"You filed right?"
"Yeah, the marriage was never great. I loved her, but she got so fucking difficult. Everything turned into a fight."
"So you've just been dealing with it?"
"Yeah, we've been rocky for years. I cheated, she cheated. We've fought all night long. I was tired of it." I groaned as she rubbed my neck.
"Did you go to counseling?"
"No, I'm home like once every two weeks, and when I'm home I just want sleep. So we never did."
"Do you still love her." He sighed.
"I don't even know. I guess I don't."
"Do you need a hug?" I looked at her. She had a girliness about her that I like.
"Yes." She walked in front of me giving me a big hug. I hugged her back. Her skin and hair smelled so sweet.
"You look so sad." She said looking in my eyes.
"I'm tired."
"Of begin alone?" She said thinking more.
"No, with this job and the divorce I'm surprised I have time to breath. I'm hurting as usual." She sat next to me. Hip to hip.
"Why don't you take sometime off you deserve it."
"I'm the face of the company, and we've been having a hard time with the ratings. I can't."
"You guys need to be TV 14 again. Those were the good days. Have SmackDown for the kiddies." I laughed.
"You have a cute laugh. Don't be all emo. Just think you can get all the pussy you want now." I laughed.
"I'm not that guy anymore. When I was younger I was a man whore." She laughed. We both have dimples.
"I'm 35. I don't want that anymore. I need a girl that'll be their for me. Even if I'm barely home."
"That's asking for a lot." She looked at my hand. I was cut up and bruised from my latest matches.
"I know." She ran her hand through my hair. I don't mind her having her hands all over me.
"Mind if I ask you something?" I asked.
"No."
"How long have you been a..." I didn't want to offend her.
"A escort? 4 years. Since I was 18. I love it." She must be a sex addict.
"No, I'm not a sex addict. It's just in me."
"Are you bi?"
"Yes, I like getting with girls but I'll never be in a relationship with one."
"Did you use to be a stripper?"

Selena's POV

I love how people throw out all the stereotypes. Was I in porn?Was I a stripper?
"No, I had straight As through all of high school. But I always had a thing for sex and knowing about it from the scientific side to actually doing it."
"Oh."
"Yep, are you bi?" I asked trying to break this awkward tension.
"No, I only like my penis." I laughed. He smiled.
"I'm just trying to make this less weird since I'll be hanging around for a week."

John's POV

"I'm sorry if I come off kind of guarded. I'm just really drained right now." She kissed my cheek.
"I hope I can cheer you up some." She got up and went in her Coach duffel bag.
"You don't mind if change do you?"
"No." She went in the bathroom.
This girl shouldn't be sucking dicks for money. I want to help her. She just needs a guiding hand. Alyssa came back out wearing bra and sweats.
"So, where did you grow up?"
"Beverly Hills." She retorted.
"John, I'm not a messed up person. I was raised right. I just love sex."
"Aren't you afraid of the diseases?"
"No, my company checks all the guys and girls I get with. So please stop dropping sterotypes on me."
"Don't you want more in your life? So your kids won't be ashamed of their mother." She rolled her eyes.
"That's none of your business. Don't be captain save a you know what. I own my home and all my cars. I buy my own clothes and shoes. I never smoked pipe, got my ass beat, or been to a clinic." She laid down.
"But if you want a problem child take your ass down a random road in the ghetto 9 times out of 10 you'll find one."
"Sorry, damn. Aren't you just appose to nod and agree."
"No, sorry. I have don't like to be treated like a hoe." I laughed.
"Hoe, escort same thing." I huffed.

Selena's POV

Oh, he wants to do a low blow.
"Well you're the one on a bus all alone while your ex is scheming on taking your cash. Just think you've been putting your body on the line now she's coming along and is going to take all you have to show for it." I smirked.
"At least when I have kids I don't have to tell them I get fucked for cash!" I got up grabbing my bag.
"I can see why your marriage failed." I left off his bus. I walked my way towards the taxi pick up.
"Ay, baby!" I turned around.
"You need help?" It was Randy Orton.
"No, I'm fine. Cena just pissed me off."
"Are you his little gift from Vince?" He laughed.
"Yes, but he wanted to be a douche so I'm out."
"Well its not safe for you to be out here all alone. Come with me." I raised a eye brow. Technically I'm not only for John, but the whole WWE. I'm
just for John exclusively this week.
"Okay." He held my hand taking me to his bus. This is my personal opinion, but I find Randy sexier than John. John is handsome, but Randy is one sexy fucker. He's married so I'm not gonna touch him… much.
"What's your name sweetheart?"
"Alyssa."
"That's cute. Mind if I call you Lyssa?"
"No, so you know why I'm here?" I asked taking a seat in the eating area. These guys have big buses.
"Yes, I don't want anything. If I wasn't married that's another story." He laughed.
"So, how long are you going to be around?"
"A week. I'm exclusive to John. After this I'm to everybody or I can make my way back to my usuals."
"Oh, so you wanna sleep out here or with me?"
"Hm, I would want to lay in the same bed as you but to some women that counts as cheating." He smirked.
"Our little secret." He took my hand leading me to his room. His sheets are silk. Me gusta.
"So why did you leave Cena's bus?"
"He's bi polar. One minute he's all sweet and nice then he gets all angry and defensive. He wanted to save me from the terrible life he thinks I have."
"John's the kind of guy who wants to help people. Even if they don't want it. Just give him a chance. He's one of the coolest guys I know."
"I guess I'll get with him tomorrow." We both laid down.
"You are gorgeous. Vince may hire you as a Diva." I laughed.
"God knows y'all need help in that area."
"You watch wrestling?" He raised a eye brow.
"Yes, since I was little. I went to WrestleMania 21."
"Who's your favorite wrestler past and now."
"Past, Hm depends the golden age, Dusty Rhodes. 80s, Macho Man. Attitude Era, Stone Cold. Now, Hm David Otunga." He laughed.
"You're fucking with me right?"
"Of course," I giggled.
"Between you and Cena. I'm leaning towards you since John is on his man period." He laughed.
"I'm impressed you know your stuff."
"Thanks."
"I love your back tattoo." I said rubbing his neck.
"Thanks, you have any?" I showed him my fingers.
"Cute, I love finger tattoos." I had Live on my pointer finger, Laugh on the middle, and Love on the ring.
"Thanks, I can't get anything too crazy due to my job." Randy kept looking at my fingers. He bit on. I giggled.
"I'm sorry. It's my thing."
"It's cool. I've had guys do weirder things."
"Like what?"
"One guy liked to suck on the inside of my elbow. Another liked sucking on my ankles."
"That's weird." He bit my pinky.
"You think John's gonna do anything with you?" He asked.
"Nope, he can't get off the fact I'm a escort he's too goodie goodie. I don't blame him. It's a hard pill to swallow."
"Ha, you said swallow." I rolled my eyes and giggled.
"That cost extra." He laughed. We fell asleep together. Nothing romantic my hand rested on his chest.

Randy's POV

I woke up before Lyssa. She is a one hell of a hottie. I always had the thought that "prostitutes" or whatever they liked to be called were fours and fives just strolling the streets. I think when John said he wanted to help her he meant someone beautiful like her should not be hooking up with dudes for money. If I wasn't married I'd be ready to wife her up.
"Hey Lyssa. Sweetheart." She woke up and smiled.
"Morning." She yawned.
"Good morning. You hungry?"
"A little."
"You want a Hot Pocket?" I sang.
"Sure, thanks." I got out of bed. My phone rang it was John.
"Sup man?" I asked putting a hot pocket in the microwave.
"I lost something... A person." I held back my laugh.
"Do they have a fat ass, nice tits, and a sexy face."
"Yes."
"Alyssa? she's on my bus."
"Did you fuck her?" He sounded jealous.
"No, we just talked. I held back from grabbing on her titties."
"Get her back her. I feel like I lost a kid."
"Give her a break man. She's a cool chick."
"She's a prostitute with a bad attitude."
"If you're calling her a hoe she's not going to be all nice and shit. Just get off her back man."
"Where are you so I can get her?"
"Gold's Gym. Talk to you later man." I hung up. Lyssa walked in.
"John's coming to get you."
"Aw, I was having fun with you." She smiled.
"Me too. I talked to John. Hopefully he leaves you alone." HONK HONK.
"Wow, he can't knock on the bus door." She laughed getting her Hot Pocket.
"He's not very subtle." I laughed.
"He better not piss me off again."
"If he does my bus is open."
"Unless your wife is here." She laughed.
"Thank you, Randy." She kissed my cheek.
"You're welcome, Gorgeous." She smiled and left.

Selena's POV

I walked across the parking lot. John was standing in the middle tapping his foot.
"Hi!" I waved.
"What the fuck! You had me worried!" I laughed finally meeting him halfway.
"You think it's funny?"
"No, just your face when you get mad." I walked past. He grabbed my hand pulling me back to him.
"Listen. Don't do that shit again." I pulled away.
"Well as long as you're a asshole that's how it's going to be this whole week."
"So you left just because I didn't use the term you like to describe what you do."
"Look at it like this. When someone says wrestling is fake you get pissed right?"
"Yes."
"Well if feel the same when I get scaled down to a hooker or hoe." I went on to his bus.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. You're a entertainer, so am I. It's the same thing."
"Explain that one." He chuckled.
"You entertain people. You give them pleasure."
"I wouldn't go that far."
"So when you take off you shirt and all those women scream that's not giving them pleasure? Or when you do a signing and hugged them. You give them pleasure John." I licked my lips.
"I do the same thing. Just on a different scale. I give people pleasure, fulfill their fantasies."

John's POV

Alyssa's voice drips with sex. I can only imagine her in bed.
"So please just stay away from that word and me and you will get along just fine."
"Okay, again I'm sorry." She walked up to me placing her hand on my chest. Her lips met mine. Alyssa has the softest lips. She pulled away and laughed. My mouth was still open . She pushed my chin up.
"I'm sorry for talking about your marriage. But when I fight I go for the jugular."
"I can tell." I chuckled.
"I'm going to go shower. Randy got me all sweaty."
"You..."
"I'm kidding gosh. I'm all yours this week. Hopefully you do put me to waste." She purred next into my ear.
"I'm going to go lay down. Wake me if you need anything." She went in the bedroom. This is going to be one hell of a week. My main goal is not to fuck her. I just want to help her out this situation.

Soooo what do you guys think? I got the inspiration from a LifeTime movie. If I get good feedback then the next chapter will be their time together on the bus and how John is fighting his urges.