<Lydia's POV>

I wake up in Ali's bed and smell bacon cooking in the kitchen. Slowly I make my way to the scents main source and see Allison placing breakfast on a plate for me. "Thanks Ali," I say while sitting in front of the plate.

"Your welcome daughter," she says in a Paula Dean type accent. I roll my eyes at her playfully.

"Ha ha very funny mom, but you know if you're going to act like my mom, could you give me some information about life?" I ask innocently. Allison finally piles food on her own plate and sits across from me.

"Sure, what do you wanna know?"

"Why the fuck would the guy I had sex with once give a shit about what my relationship was like?" I ask madly confused. Allison picks up a piece of bacon.

"Oh sweetie, he's in love with you," she says while taking a bite of her perfectly cooked meat. I roll my eyes.

"Not true," I protest, drinking some of my orange juice. Allison laughs forcefully.

"That's cute, keep telling yourself that," she says while smirking a little. I sigh.

"What makes you so sure?" I ask while angrily taking my emotions out on my toast which I bite viciously. Like a piece of fucking cooked white wonder bread is the thing causing my problems.

"You should of seen his face when he saw you getting hurt, his eyes had erections," Allison describes. I cringe.

I just keep quiet and eat my food. When we finish eating I help Ali load the dishwasher. "Oh shit I forgot we have work today!" I shout. Allison rolls her eyes.

"Oh yay, another day of practically illegal sex," she says sarcastically. I laugh and pat her back.

"One day we won't need this crappy job," I say hopefully. Allison smirks.

"That'll be the day," She says while pulling me into her room so we can get dressed. After we've prepared ourselves we head straight to work and head up to our boss.

"Ahh Lydia and Allison, you don't have and scheduled appointments so you'll just have to wait for a walk in," he says with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I roll my eyes.

"Great." The two of us go sit down in the waiting chairs in the back corner of the room. Just as we sit down Malia walks out of one of the rooms with a satisfied customer. She comes and sits next to us smiling. "What are you happy about?" I ask surprised.

"Well I figure since I'm stuck with this job I might as well enjoy it so I decided to enjoy sex," she explains. I look to Allison who's expression matches mine. Completely disgusted and surprised.

"So now you enjoy sex with strangers?" Allison asks unsure. Malia nods happily. I roll my eyes and then catch sight of someone I didn't think I'd see here. He walks up to the desk and starts to talk to my boss who tries to hide his cigarette. After a short conversation that I can't hear Stiles turns around and locks eyes with me. Allison nudges my shoulder with a dirty smirk on her face.

"Fuck off Ali," I mumble.

"Lydia! Room 3 with this gentleman!" The boss yells. I clench my fists and then walk into the room with Stiles behind me.

He closes the door. "What the fuck?" I ask angry.

"Look I'm not here for the sex or products I just need to talk to you and I figure this is the only way to get your attention," Stiles starts. I roll my eyes.

"What the fuck do we need to talk about?" I ask annoyed.

"How bout the fact that I can't stop thinking about how you wanted to make me jealous by dating Jackson," he says confidently. Allison was right, that wonderful bitch that I love so much. I roll my eyes.

"Obviously you don't even know me, oh and by the way my fucktard boss has cameras in here, like free porn, and if we don't get it on I don't get paid so you kinda have to fuck me," I explain with dread laced in my voice. Stiles stands there sickened. "So..." I trail off.

"Do you mind?" He asks genuinely.

"For God sakes just get on the cheap mattress with me so I can get paid," I snarl. Stiles smirks.

"Only if you have a date with me when I call you," Stiles prods. I sigh.

"Fine," I give in. Stiles comes close to me and we lock lips. His hands travel gracefully up my back as mine lay limp. I nudge him over to the mattress and he pulls me down on top of him. As I start to unbuckle his belt he pulls away from me.

"Lydia, I can't to this, this is demeaning and terrible," Stiles mumbles.

"Stiles I need to get paid," I plead. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a one hundred dollar bill and shoves it in my jean pocket. "I guess there isn't going to be a date for you then."

"And I'm okay with that if it means not making love with someone in front of security cameras," Stiles explains. I sigh and grab his hand that he offers to help me up. We walk out of the room and as I walk back to Allison, Stiles goes to the front desk. I hear him say that he won't be buying the product. My asshole boss says that there are other girls that will do better at convincing him and that now he is locked into a deal. I watch Stiles sigh as he realizes he is stuck in this terrible situation. Malia is called and she pulls Stiles happily into a room. Allison looks at me sympathetically.

"What?" I ask annoyed.

"You look upset," she says knowingly. I wanna rip the smirk right off her smug face. I begin to pick carelessly at my nail polish."Oh come on Lydia, just admit it, you still like him," Ali taunts.

"No I don't so bug off," I snarl holding back every emotion possible. Allison takes my hand.

"Come on babe admit it," she prods. I don't have time to answer before I hear exaggerated moans from the room Stiles and Malia are in. They are feminine and certainly not Stiles. My gag reflex acts up. I take the flower pot that has a small tree in it and the remnants of the breakfast I had with Ali are emptied into the basket. "Well shit," Allison says surprised. I put my hand over my heart.

"I'm out of here," I say grabbing my purse and walking towards the door.

"Hey Lydia your shift ain't over yet," my boss says.

"Fuck it I quit, go to hell," I say flipping him off as I walk out of the door. Oh shit.

A/N it's literally been months... sorry babes.