Crime of Passion || Jessica

Jessica was in a fantastic mood. The weather was fair for that time of year, and her last client of the day was in Hogsmeade, which meant that she could go surprise Zoe at school for a visit. Yes, it was definitely going to be a good day. This was a new client for her, though, and that made her slightly nervous. Her madam said that he checked out, so she just went with it. She had yet to ever get into anything serious, so it would probably just be the regular. Jessica didn’t know much about this man, so she chose simple black lingerie and heels. Black was always the go-to colour for her. Some liked a more virginal white or an exciting red, but when they didn’t give a preference she always went for black.

She pulled on a short silk black robe and tied it around her thin waist as she applied her make-up and did her hair. She didn’t think anything of the man she was expecting, rather on what she was going to do with Zoe when she saw her. Maybe she’d bring her down to Hogsmeade and spoil her with candy, or perhaps even get permission to take her to London for shopping. She felt like she hadn’t seen Zoe in a while, so it would be nice to get some sisterly bonding in before exams began.

When she heard a knock on the door, Jess looked at the time and realized the man was early. “If you think that you’re going to extra time in by coming early, you have another thing …” she began in her usual good-humoured voice before she opened the door and saw the rather dark looking man on the other side. There was some sort of bad vibe coming off of him that she didn’t like. She shut the door somewhat to hide her nearly-naked body. 

“Mr – Mr Underhill?” she said uncertainly, a stutter in what was usually quite confident speech. Today was not the day that she wanted a bad client. No, she couldn’t go see Zoe upset. She wanted a good client, maybe one that was funny and that would lift her mood even higher. Maybe first impressions weren’t accurate. She stood there for a moment and waited for his confirmation of who he was, otherwise she would have to grab her wand from the table right behind the door and curse him straight out of the hotel. It wasn’t the first time it had happened… well, not at this particular inn, but it had happened nonetheless. Jessica had given her madam a royal bitching-out after that scenario. 

The only thing that made the man seem less intimidating was the suit. Some of her nicest customers were men who wore suits – and the best tippers, too. It was usually the scraggly men who made her nervous, both for their behaviour and their ability to pay. She charged up front, but sometimes they got angry if she asked for the money that he would have already agreed to pay for her almost the moment he came into the door. She saw the man look over her face. It was her least favourite time, meeting a new client. She was rather confident in herself, but she knew like all people, clients had certain preferences in their escorts, and sometimes she just wasn’t it. Jess felt like she was being inspected in these moments, almost as if someone was looking for a used vehicle. 

When the man smiled, he seemed a lot friendlier and Jessica dropped the tension in her shoulders. When the flowers were revealed, Jessica smiled in return. She could only think to herself that perhaps the man had been nervous and that was why he had such a strange ambience. She didn’t usually receive flowers from clients who ordered a fuck-and-run session. Usually they only came from men who wanted the Girlfriend Experience. Jessica accepted them graciously nonetheless.

“Thank you! They are absolutely beautiful. My favourite, too,” she notified him as she took them. She walked across the room in her heels and robe before conjuring up a vase and placing the bouquet in it. Jessica left her wand by the vase. She admired them in the afternoon light that was peering through the curtains. Even though flowers and trinkets weren’t common, Jess still appreciated them all the same. The gifts usually came from men she saw on a regular basis, particularly ones that had a crush on her. She never, ever dated a client, though. It was too weird.

“Not a man of many words, are you?” she teased with a grin as she returned to the man. “Come in, come in.” She allowed Mr. Underhill in before shutting and locking the door behind herself. She crossed her arms to look at him again before biting her lip and looking at him expectantly. Perhaps he had forgotten to pay up front, and some men did (usually out of nervousness), but she had mastered the look that usually reminded them immediately. 

Jessica was used to men watching her, so she wasn’t stressed when she felt his eyes on her back. She at least felt like it was a compliment. She hadn’t even realized that she left her wand next to the vase. This man had just caught her off guard in so many ways that she had become somewhat flustered. It didn’t help that the man was extremely good looking. She had good looking clients, sure, but rarely were they as good looking as him. She wanted to make a jest about letting him have it for free, but didn’t. Jess didn’t want him taking her seriously; she needed the cash after all. Bills to pay and all that. 

She was glad when Mr Underhill took the hint and gave her the money. Usually she would go and count it in the bathroom or something to make sure it was all there (never count money in front of a client, they see it as an insult), but he pushed her against the door and so she placed the money on the table that her wand had previously been on. If he wanted to start right away, she would let him. 

Jess smiled at the compliment, but gently as if she was bashful. The way he touched her was in a sensual manner, and so she had to play along that way. If they didn’t tell her how they wanted it, she would usually just go with how they acted. She tensed a bit at the hand at her neck but didn’t let it bother her. Men always wanted their hands on her neck. Jess wasn’t into choking, and she would let them know that. Besides, it was on the pamphlet what she would or wouldn’t do, and choking wasn’t one of them. Cheaper girls would, though, because they needed the money. Jess had enough customers to not risk her life over. Touching was fine, squeezing her windpipe closed was not.

Jess met the man’s eyes and slowly undid the sash of her robe and let it fall open to reveal the lingerie underneath. She ran her hands up the side of his body and back down again in order to undo the buttons at the front. She then put her hands at his shoulders as if willing him to drop his arms so she could remove his jacket. “Straight to business kind of man, are you?” she murmured quietly. 

Mr Underhill’s gaze washed over Jessica and she stood there and allowed herself to be admired. She liked this part, the part where she could see the desire in their eyes. It was something she had never gotten over, and there was certainly desire in Mr Underhill. She could even feel it beneath her fingertips. She took off the man’s jacket, and then allowed herself to be led to the bed. Jess’ eyes flickered to the window for a moment. Contrary to popular belief, Jess got plenty of daytime clients. Many of them lied to their wives and said that they were on a business trip or vacation or even school. Many even fit her into their lunch hour. With her pay scale, very few of her clients were at night, unless they took her on dates and such.

She smiled as she allowed herself to be undressed. Jess equally liked undressing for others and being undressed. She helped Mr Underhill with the lingerie as once the ribbons were undone, it was quite loose. She stood back up and allowed the rest of it except for her panties to be off. She sat Mr Underhill onto the edge of the bed and then straddled him. “So… Mr Underhill,” she said with a grin. She ran her fingers along his cheekbone. “What can I do for you?” she whispered into his ear seductively. 

Jessica noticed the flinch but believed that possibly he was still just nervous. It was probably his first time with an escort. She got a lot of first-timers. She had a bubbly personality, and therefore her madam sent a lot of the whore-virgins her way. She was fine with it. It usually made for either awkward or rough sex, there was never an in-between. Either the person thought she was dirty, or that she belonged to him just because he paid some money.

She was surprised when he placed her onto the bed. Her hair spread out around her head like some sort of halo. She noticed that Mr Underhill was becoming noticeably aroused, even if his face seemed to tell a different story. She couldn’t imagine what was going through the man’s head as he had hardly said two words to her since arriving. Jess tried not to think about it and just enjoyed the sensation of being touched all over. She made a couple of moaning noises, but not too much. If he wasn’t the verbal type, she wasn’t about to be either. 

His hands made his way to her throat again. She reached up to playfully swat them away to show boundaries, but his grip intensified. Jess tried to reach up to the night stand where she usually kept her wand, but then remembered that she had left them next to the flowers. There was so much pressure on her neck she could practically feel it in her eyes. This had to be some kind of nightmare. She glanced at the roses and how calm everything looked on that side of the room – serene even. 

Jessica tried to use her legs, but they became increasingly heavy and difficult to use. She scratched viciously at the man’s arms and hands and tried to pull them away, but nothing seemed to work. She could feel tears begin to form at the corners of her eyes as she realized how meek the situation was becoming. Jessica thought of her little sister – the sister she had done everything for, the sister she had moved from foster home to foster home with. The sister who didn’t even know what Jess did for a living. 

“Zo-” she gasped, but couldn’t find the air to finish the name. Her fingernails were broken and bloody, and the last thing Jessica thought about before blacking out was that her sister was officially going to be completely alone now. Forever.