Bedtime Confidences

by Donna and Abby

Dawn. Candi's favorite time of the day. It meant that she was free for awhile from selling her body to be used by men. Not that she didn't enjoy her profession. The lingering after effects of the drugged chocolate made sure of that. But still, it was nice to not have to be constantly on display.

Tall, thin Grayson came into her room without knocking, and Candi groaned. Would he expect her attentions? But he surprised her by asking if she wanted to come into his bed . . . to sleep!

"Huh?" was all she managed to say. He had never invited her to his private sanctum before. When he took her, it was usually in the playroom, where he had all the toys right on hand to use if the mood struck. "Sure. That would be nice," she said with a smile, finding herself looking forward to having someone to just snuggle with for a change.

He nodded, turning away. No use getting too comfy after all.

She shrugged, following after him. She couldn't figure him out. He was so aloof most of the time. Snooty in fact. But at the same time, he seemed to be spending more and more time with her, and on occasion, even treated her like she was a real person, not a cheap whore.

On his bed was a pretty lace nightgown and matching robe. Since she hadn't been able to wear *anything* at the start, and outlandishly erotic clothing since, this was some surprise!

"For me?" she gasped. Grayson shrugged and nodded, telling her it most certainly wasn't for him. Candi reached out and touched it with the tips of her fingers. "It's lovely." Slipping the silk dressing gown she was wearing off her shoulders, she put on the gown. It was made of cotton and lace, and it covered her from neck to her ankles. "I've never had a purty nightdress like this before." Her eyes misted with tears for a moment, but she quickly brushed them away, the street child in her throwing up an automatic barrier. If you let people into your heart, you just got hurt.

"You're off duty," he said tiredly. "It's time to get some sleep." Something seemed to be bothering him, but he did not say what it was. He just seemed in a hurry to get to bed, and for her to be in the bed with him.

Placing the matching robe over a chair, she pulled back the covers on his bed. It was a huge bed. One of the fanciest ones she had ever seen, complete with four posters and heavy curtains around it. As Candi sank into the thick, comfortable feather mattress, Grayson stripped down to his underwear and joined her. He was almost painfully thin. Candi waited for him to make some sort of move on her, but he really did only want to cuddle.

She snuggled into his arms. "Would you mind if I asked you something?" she asked as she rested her head on his chest. "Bambi told me she and the Doctor did the wild thing outside. Yet he looked at me like I was just a piece of garbage when you offered me to him."

"No," he said unhappily, "he looked at *me* like I was a piece of garbage. It was a poor business decision. One I won't make again."

She was quiet for a moment, thinking it over. "You just wanted me to enjoy what I do. And I thank you for that. Anyway, the effects are wearing off a bit. I can notice the difference, especially after a vamp feeds on me. But I am finding that I like it any ways!"

"No, not the drug. The offering you in payment. It wasn't you he disliked it was . . . the barter method."

"Ahh," she said with a sigh. "I just thought he was one of those uppity ups that thought they were too good for whores like me." Her tone was flippant, but Grayson had a feeling she was hiding years of hurt. Candi snuggled closer to him, keeping silent for a bit before she whispered in a voice so soft Grayson could hardly hear it. "Street trash like me don't deserve any better any ways." She was surprised that he wanted to be around her. He was obviously high class. Ambitious, but classy.

"And you think Bambi is much better than you?" he asked, his voice warm and deep. Inviting, somehow.

She shrugged her shoulders. "She’s cute. And innocent in a lot of ways. Not like me. I lost my innocence a long time ago. Having to search for food in dumpsters does that to you. But I still had some pride. I ain't never rolled a john, and I have never done drugs. So I'm not the total bottom of the barrel I guess."

He touched the side of her face almost tenderly. "Well, everyone has a different taste. Though I do think it isn't what he saw in Bambi but what he did not see in you, because he was angry at me. If he'd have looked closer how could he have missed . . ." He looked away. "I need to sleep."

"Ok," she said softly, feeling strangely happy and secure in his arms. "Me too." She closed her eyes, and within a few moments, drifted off to sleep.