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"I already said no, Poe. I have an exam in two days and personal matters this weekend - I'm not working tonight," Rey huffed into the phone, toeing her shoes off as she walked into her apartment. She had left very specific instructions - she was in a black out period for finals.
"Come on, Rey - premium offering, I'll give you two times your cut," her boss nearly begged over the call and Rey almost would have found it cute if he hadn't be doing it for two days.
"What's so special about this one?" She tossed her bag onto the couch, unsure why she still answered his calls after saying no.
But really, she knew why.
It was a craving that seemed to only be partially fulfilled by escorting. Older men, no commitments, mutual understanding of needs.
Her parents kept her well supplied with money, rent, college paid for. It wasn't about the money.
Rey liked to fuck, but more importantly she needed it.
"He had detailed specifications," she snorted, knowing the type. Trying to fuck someone they can't have out of their system; it usually meant an easy night for her, dissociating from Rey the College Student into Unnamed Fantasy Woman. "But more importantly, he's a referral from The First Order and it's good to have them owe us a favor. He's connected."
Ping. Her phone vibrated against her head as she spoke, "Aren't they all connected, Poe?"
Still on for Friday, right?
Rey smiled at the incoming message from her dad, typing a response as Poe babbled on with his begging.
Yep! My last exam is at 6.
"Not like this, Rey. Please? He wants a whole night."
"That's even worse for me," she sighed, staring out the window overlooking the city. Poe was desperate - and she could afford a study break technically.
Giving up your Friday night to hang with your old dad.
Rey smirked, if only he knew. Friday nights were always the light ones in her work, reserved for actual girlfriends and wives
She typed out her response, Of course, you're in town and haven't seen you since Christmas!, while Poe babbled on the other end of the phone.
"Jesus, Poe! Fine," Rey finally snapped, mostly so he would shut up. "Send me the details."
"Thank y-" huffing, she ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed, falling down on top of it.
She had every intention of staying home tonight; no friends, no work, just school and Netflix. But at the very least it would help her unwind from the stress of finals week and so in the end she had agreed.
See you then, I have reservations.
Smiling at her dad's predictability, she curled up for a short nap before she'd have to start getting ready for whatever plan Poe had signed her up for.
Whatever it was, it had better be worth it.
They were, in the end, fairly normal requests. It would be a room under her service's control, key couriered over to Rey before she left. A clean, posh hotel room free of personal effects of either side. This was typically a service provided for locals, but her assignment had requested something separate from his own hotel room.
Smart. Or well-practiced, at least.
Rey adjusted her shirt as she stepped out of the town car provided by the service, heels she had never quite gotten used to clicking on the sleek stone floor of the hotel's lobby. Always different ones, they ran on a cycle.
This one was Rey's favorite. No doubt another silent apology from Poe for making her do this short notice and on her time off and begrudgingly her annoyance with him ebbed away with each step. It wasn't his fault the client was so demanding, he had a business to run and people to make happy.
And really, he knew deep down she was always up for it.
The suite was contemporary and spacious as they always were and Rey tossed her high heels into the closet before checking herself in the mirror a final time. The client had been very specific - as she was warned - and she wore a basic white cropped t-shirt that was tight on her frame, paired with hip hugging jeans.
She also had applied a no-makeup makeup look: the client had requested bare faced, but they never knew the difference. Rey knew what they wanted truly.
Her hair was shiny and straight, completing the effortless girl-next-door look he so clearly wanted.
No buxom escort for him, she smiled into the mirror.
Champagne and a chocolate platter was ordered by room service - a classic for a reason, it had saved her more than once for nervous clients.
Not that this one was likely to be nervous, but Rey liked to be prepared.
Her purse and phone were locked in the private wall safe in the room, leaving her with just the panic button nestled in the elegant bracelet hanging off her wrist. It was faster than calling - a direct line to the man down the hall, her safety his top priority.
Fifteen minutes before the set arrival time there was a knock at the door, expecting room service Rey opened it without bothering to check.
It was not room service.
Dark, soft wavy hair, a face that had followed her to every soccer practice, every dance recital since she was old enough to walk.
Her dad.
He seemed just as shocked as she was and Rey slammed the door immediately, turning her back against it as her heart raced. What was going on? Had he followed her here?
How had he found her? She wasn't listed anywhere - Poe's service was word of mouth only, no pictures were ever circulated.
"Rey," her dad's voice came through the door almost right behind her ear and her heart raced. She felt like screaming or crying, or something in between. "Rey, let me in. Let's talk."
She stood there for several long minutes, imagining if not hearing the way he paced the hall in front of her door.
"Room service," accompanied a soft knock and she let out a giggle, unable to stop herself. What was her life right now? "Ma'am?"
The attendant sounded concerned at her silence, probably wondering at the large loitering man pacing nearby.
"Just a moment," she called out, proud of her strong voice as she took a deep breath in, centering herself. She could take care of this and get him out of there before her client showed up.
She rolled against the door, forehead pressed hard against it as she unlatched it before stepping away, drawing it open.
They exchanged pleasantries as he moved inside with the cart, setting it up against the table. Rey felt her father's stare on her face, unable to look at him and give him any answer he would find acceptable.
"Thank you, ma'am. Have a good night," the attendant nodded as she handed him back the signed receipt. His eyes shifted to the strange man and back to her. "Please call if you need anything else."
"Alright," she whispered, watching as he pushed the cart back towards the elevators.
"Rey," he was closer now, taking advantage of her distraction. His hands were braced on either side of the door frame, leaning just slightly inside the room. "Honey just let me in."
Rey cringed at the nickname she used to love so much, now tainted along with his image of her. She couldn't look at him, but gestured for him to come inside, taking a deep breath of the cologne she had always been so enraptured by.
Mom hated it, but he always wore it anyway.
He was standing at the edge of the room by the champagne, staring out at the dark city skyline; Rey locked the door and moved to sit on the foot of the bed, her toes squishing into the carpet. It was a calming technique she had learned from some movie and didn't know if it had any basis, but always seemed to ground her in tense sessions.
Her dad turned and she finally looked up, finding the courage that had always come so naturally to her, but had escaped the moment she had opened that door.
"You're a prostitute."
Rey bristled, "I'm an escort. I don't just have sex."
"Rey…" the disagreement in his voice made her narrow her eyes, tired of the same stereotypes and insults.
"It doesn't even matter," she started, exasperation clear in her tone.
"It damn well does matter, Rey," he thundered at her, anger finally snapping as he took a few steps towards her, but she didn't flinch. She was used to his outbursts.
"Why?" Her voice was calm, but rising in pitch to match his emotion.
She watched him rake his hand through his hair, dark brown locks that had just a hint of silver at the edges. Rey shuddered, beginning to realize where her tastes in men may have come from.
Pacing in front of her, he spat out, "You're selling your body to the highest bidder!"
"So what? It's mine." They locked eyes, and his flashed with anger and something more - a darkness that seemed to stretch before her. It's his too, something inside of her chimed in and she scowled.
"Why are you doing this?" Her dad's voice had taken on a desperate edge, "You don't need money."
Sighing, Rey fell back against the bed, staring at the ceiling, "Why are you even here? You need to leave before my client gets here. Please just go."
Silence fell between them as she heard his footsteps stop against the carpet. Rey ran through her schedule again, the timing - it was past the beginning of her appointment. She sat up again, taking in his bowed head as he stared at her feet.
"You hypocrite," she said softly, registering his discomfort as his shoulders squared up and his eyes met hers. He had always seemed so larger than life, so impenetrable. "What about mom? What are you doing-"
"That's none of your concern," his face went stony, wiped of any previous anger or discomfort - any emotion at all really, and Rey began to run through the possibilities. Her dad's face was blank, but his eyes watched her - her body, the muscled midriff shown by the crop top he had specifically requested. Something she had on hand, even.
It all began to click into place.
"You requested me."
The truth hit her all at once and she watched him take a step back, hands brushing off the thought.
"I had no idea! I did no such thing," the words spoke to a righteous outrage, but his voice made her shiver.
"Everything about your request was me," her earlier anger gave way to curiosity. "They said you were a…frequent customer with the First Order, back home."
Rey knew about the First Order, everyone - and no one - did; they specialized in custom requests, roleplay.
Suddenly she didn't feel as out of place because of the origin of her tastes in men.
"Do you fuck escorts who look like me, daddy?" She asked as she stood up, taking a slow step towards her father as she dragged out the last word, watching to see if it landed.
His face told her everything, hand braced against his stomach as he held his ground on her approach.
"How long?"
She didn't need to elaborate.
"Too long," he finally whispered, eyes trained on her lips.
"When I moved here?"
"Before," his voice broke as he admitted it, with long-held shame.
Rey craved it. Enticed.
"Well, looks like you finally got me, daddy," she pressed just barely against him, the fabric of his expensive button up rubbing against her bare stomach. "The real thing. You gonna do something with it?"