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Spark Me Up Ch. 3 - Call Girl!AU

This chapter contains Natasha/Rhodey, Natasha/Maria/Sam, and hinting at some more Nat/Loki. I really shouldn’t watch Secret Diary of a Call Girl, it makes me write this fic before I write everything else I need to do.

Summary: As a Call Girl, Natasha’s had her fair share of clients though not many that have surprised and enticed her as Loki has.

Rating: E

Also found at my AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3650289/chapters/8835691

She had one last event before Thor’s party, an outing with a long-term client of hers that she had a certain fondness for, and besides this would give her some extra spending money so she could afford to get something new for Thor’s party. She deserved it, she figured. She’d been working really hard lately, she owed it to herself. Besides, Rhodey had never taken her to something like this before. She’d always been on his arm for more formal situations, military balls and gatherings and the like. This party . . . well, it was special and had whetted her appetite when her agent had explained what it was. Rhodey had his fingers on all the right strings to pull in order to even get them in, and with an exhibition kink a mile wide he was all but jittery as they stood in line. Natasha’s hair was pulled up into an elegant knot at the back of her head, her dress was short, black, backless, and he could hardly keep his hands from smoothing over the flat planes of her back. She shot him a coy smile whenever he’d toy with the edges, inching his fingers down, prompting a kiss to be pressed to the corner of his jaw.

“Almost there,” she purred as they stepped a little further up into the line. “I promise. Can you wait that long?”

“If I have to, I suppose.” He winked, eyes already hooded with lust at the prospect of what was coming up. Natasha had to admit that her gut was twisted in anticipation about as tight as her hair was. Their quickies at the different galas and balls that they’d attended had been fun--a quick tryst in a closet to keep them from being discovered, his breath hot against her throat, her lips pressed tight together to keep herself from shouting at how good he felt as he jack hammered into her, determined to find his own finish as well as her own--but this would be different. They had all the time in the world to watch, and be watched. To find either a fun spot in the couple of rooms that were specifically set aside for those sorts of activities, or else to end up sneaking into a dark corner anyway and having at it. Who would tell them no? Wasn’t that why they were all there, after all?

It might even make it all the more fun.

Soon enough they got to the front of the line, Natasha handing over the invitation with a coy smile of her own to the woman checking the guests in. They handed over their belongings, and it was a good thing that Natasha had already checked in with the agency to ensure that everything was going well. Not that there was much to worry about with Rhodey. If anything, she was all the safer with him at her side. It didn’t hurt that he wasn’t bad to look at.

“Where do you want to go to first?” Natasha asked, voice breathless in his ear, a sure sign that she was ready for him. It wasn’t a hard act to put on for him, and already she felt his body quiver with anticipation.

“We’ve got all night. Why don’t we do a lap real quick?” he offered, his hand slipping a little lower, running just over the top of her backside before he pulled away entirely to accept a glass of champagne. Natasha accepted another with a smile, sipping slowly and enjoying the bubbles on the top of her tongue. The whole place was dark, no surprise there, with dimmed lights hanging from the ceilings keeping the corners plenty dark while shedding little light on the darkened couples that milled around the main room, conversing over the quiet, sultry music in the background. Through the speakers a woman crooned a sexy, slow acoustic cover of “Toxic” that made Natasha’s head spin, not an easy feat, and she felt her heart jump into her throat. The whole air smelled of sex, but not in a bad sort of way, the pheromones coming off of the sex-crazed group that had assembled only making the mood that much more palpable.

She took another sip of her drink to wet her mouth, though it also added to the heat already spreading through her groin. Well she wasn’t going to have a difficult time having a good time for this, though they only had a couple hours at best here. That was what he’d paid for, at least, the money already sitting pretty in her purse.

An idea bursting into her mind, she smiled. This time when she took a sip she pressed herself up and onto her tip toes (not that she needed much help given the four inch stilettos that perfected her outfit) and slotted her lips to Rhodey’s. He opened up for her without much prompting, and with ease she shotgunned the drink to him. His whole body shuddered. Amazing. He was a military man, a man who prided himself on his cool temperament, his grace and poise under pressure. Understandably so, and she had a feeling he’d be a force to be reckoned with when he was in his element. But here? Beneath her skilled hands and ministrations? He melted faster than butter in a hot pan, molding his body against hers. She could feel his cock already hard against her thigh, trapped between their bodies, but when she separated her lips from his she turned instead and backed herself up to fit against his long, lean body. Even beneath the suit she could feel his muscled frame, was intimately familiar with the way that his arms could pin her up and against a wall and hold her there without much issue. Natasha took pride in her body. She might not have looked it, but when it came to holding her own, to fighting, she could take care of herself, could lift a great deal more than her frame looked like it could. His strength made her flush with excitement.

It had always been one of her great disappointments, with Thor, that she’d not seen just how strong he was when it came to that.

Her hips swayed to the movement, her ass rubbing tantalizingly up against Rhodey’s groin, and she felt him stiffen as she slid herself down the length of his body a couple inches, then all the way back up so she could wrap her fingertips around the base of his neck and bring him down for a kiss. She wasn’t above grinding shamelessly, didn’t care that she could feel eyes on the pair of them, watching how their bodies swayed in time together, even as the song changed and slowed down. She’d always loved dancing, and Rhodey made an excellent partner. Their lips separated when air became scarce, and she was glad to see the haze had further settled over his eyes.

“You ready?” she asked, winding her arms behind her to sling around his neck, her back arching to allow him an excellent view of her breasts straining against the thin black material. She’d forgone the undergarments this time around, assuming it was pretty much moot to wear them when they’d just come right back off, and her nipples had peaked and hardened in her state of arousal.

He nodded, and her fingers threaded with his own with a grin. She’d come prepared, condoms in her purse already, his preferred brand, and so ignored the man with an entire platter filled with different colored, flavored, and designed ones, winking at him instead. Rhodey’s hand tightened on hers, and she shot him a wicked grin.

“You’re going to enjoy this,” she murmured back to him, leaning over to kiss him quickly this time. Already there were a few couples in what had been dubbed the playroom, limbs an assorted, tangled mess, moans and the wet noises of fucking and sucking resounding even with the heady music. It tightened Natasha’s throat and quickened her pace. To imitate seclusion each of the raised, padded daises were surrounded in thin, lace curtains that hung from the ceiling, black and red alternating throughout the room. The rounded section that Natasha pulled Rhodey towards had black sheets and red lace around it, a color combination that spoke to her on a very spiritual level, she had to admit. Pulling the lace apart, she tugged Rhodey closer, and maneuvered herself to the side so that he fell backwards, allowing her to crawl up his body. His eyes never left her body as she rucked up her skirt, revealing that she’d forgone panties to his great pleasure. A low groan left his lips, his hands playing across the pale skin of her thighs, cupping her sex with his left hand so that her back arched as he slid one finger easily inside her. She was soaked, admittedly, and it only spurned him to undo the belt and zipper of his dress trousers all the quicker so that within what felt like moments he was sheathed within her, condom having expertly been rolled on. She let out a low, guttural groan as he filled her, shifting her weight so that her knees took the brunt of her weight. It would allow her to rock backwards and forwards, taking advantage of the curve of his dick so that it slid against her g-spot with every motion.

His hand that had cupped her sex shifted to rub her clit, and she nearly bit through her tongue with surprise as his pointer finger slowly worked its way around the bundle of nerves. They’d never had the chance to do this, to take their sweet time and enjoy each other’s body. She’d only ever known being pressed up against a wall, her nails running down his back as she whispered to him how good he felt. Never a lie, of course, but certainly it was nothing in comparison to the slow burn that began between her legs and spread throughout her whole body.

He whispered her name, and she leaned in closer to brush her lips slowly against his, taking his swollen bottom lip between her teeth and sucking on it until he grunted and thrusted upwards a little faster. Despite the affection she felt towards him, part of her wanted to finish him off early, get the preliminary fun over with and give herself some more time to enjoy the actual party. His refractory period might not be something to write home about, but he always made sure she was pleased, and there was no reason she couldn’t go out and enjoy the spoils of the party. Was there? He might even like it.

“I can feel their eyes on us. On you. Fucking me.” She leaned in to whisper the words in his ear, pressing a quick kiss to the spot just behind his earlobe. He quivered, and his hands tightened where they’d just fallen on her hips.

“Y-yeah?”

“Mhm. They all wish they were me. Fucking you within an inch of your life, riding your cock. God, Rhodey it feels so good,” she moaned, the last word split into two syllables as his pace picked up. It wouldn’t be much longer. “They know how good of a lover you are. How you fill me. They want to know the same thing, feel what I’m feeling. Everyone’s watching y--.” Her voice broke off into a shout, orgasm sneaking up on her as his pace quickened and her body tightened around him, breathing stuttered. Where had that come from? Maybe they ought to try taking it slower more often.

Her own orgasm brought his all the closer, Rhodey fucking her through the blissful sleepiness that always followed an amazing orgasm until her blood was high in her cheeks again and her breath grew labored. He was growing sloppy, a quick cascade of “yes yes yes” leaving his full lips as she pressed her hands to his chest and started to bounce herself up and down on his dick, allowing him a greater range of motion.

“F-oh shit,” he groaned, his hips pressing hard up against hers and stilling there as her own eyes closed, lips parted. She wasn’t too far away from her next orgasm, having felt it coil cobra-like in her gut, but decided against taking the task into hand. Why spoil herself the pleasures of having another partner?

Rhodey’s hips slowly returned to the soft padded mattress beneath them, his breath coming out in a harsh huff as he slid out of her and turned onto his side to dispose of the condom in a nearby trash can that blended in with the side of the bed. Nat, too, was working to regain her breath. She hadn’t been lying when she said she’d felt eyes on them the whole while, and with his distraction she took the opportunity to look around.

Wait. She knew that woman sitting just to the side, the man at her side watching a separate couple. A prickle of horror rose in her gut and out of instinct she considered turning and hiding her face, even if she couldn’t figure out how it was she knew that woman. Her hair was black, or else dark brown given the poor lighting, but her blue eyes were so damn familiar, as were the full lips and the small nose.

Maria Hill, best-selling author. Your favorite author.

Nat felt her panic swiftly transform into delight, her appetite already whetted by Rhodey and her tussle. Her heart was set on her walking right over, seating herself on the woman’s lap, and pressing her lips to her hero’s before the woman could say anything else (after all, why were they at such a party if that wouldn’t be acceptable? And when in the hell else would she ever get to do that?) but her mind told her that she was still on the job. She had a client, and Rhodey’s needs needed to be seen to first. She was a professional.

Personal desires be damned.

So she turned to check on him, smiling to see that he’d laid back and was watching her, his eyes keen. They certainly hadn’t missed the way that she’d stiffened when she’d caught sight of Maria, and he took Nat’s closest hand in his own, bringing the knuckles to his lips.

“You want to go see her? She’s really gorgeous,” he noted with a playful, lazy smile, his body boneless.

Nat’s eyes hit the ground. Was she so transparent? She needed to work on that. “I don’t mind staying with you,” she promised him, leaning in to catch his lips in a quick kiss.

“I don’t mind if you go over there. Or bring them over here if they’re into that sort of thing.”

Nat snorted. “We’re at an orgy. I think they might be.”

He swatted her side with his hand, rolling his eyes, and pushing her forward. Was she the luckiest girl in the world, or what?

It didn’t take much for Natasha to saunter up to the duo, Maria’s eyes on her the entire way, and a self assured smile on Natasha’s lips. The woman relaxed on the heels of her hands, leaning backwards as her lover kissed down the pale column of her neck, his darker skin a gorgeous contrast to her pale complexion, his hair buzzed short. He looked military in the same way that Rhodey did, but maybe not of the same ranking? Rhodey might’ve recognized him otherwise, assuming he was seeing much past the post-orgasm haze that had set in.

“Hello.” It wasn’t Natasha’s best line, but being that close to one of her idols . . . well, it was a little breathtaking. “I’m Natasha.” She extended a hand and offered her best smile. Maria replicated it, taking her hand and turning it over to kiss the inside of her wrist. Nat’s heart leapt.

“Nice to meet you, Natasha. Your lover didn’t want to come and say hello, too?” Maria asked, her eyebrows rising slightly as she looked back at where Rhodey was lying down.

“He’s a little tired at the moment. Would you two care to join us?” Natasha asked, feeling her pulse beating all the faster at the prospect of being turned down. But the hand that continued to hold her wrist only tightened as the couple shared a meaningful look and the man stood up.

“Sounds like fun. I’m Sam, by the way.” He offered her a wide grin, showing off white teeth that caught the light and reminded her more of a wolf’s grin than anything else. Her anticipation rocketed.

In no time the pair of them had her sandwiched between them, Rhodey watching on with eager eyes and a shit-eating grin as Sam buried his face between her legs and Natasha finger-fucked Maria until her idol was mewling with pleasure. The burn of Sam’s beard against Natasha’s inner thighs was strange, but not entirely unfamiliar, further heightening the pleasure and sensitivity of her skin as it burst into gooseflesh. She thought she might wriggle out of her skin she was so overcome with the sensations, the warm heat of Maria around her, the giddy anticipation of Maria’s lips against hers, their tongues exploring one another’s mouth as Sam explored her cunt, and all the while Rhodey watched on. He wasn’t about to get up for another round, but the way his breath had hitched told Natasha she was certainly giving him wanking material for the rest of his life. It was the least she could do when he’d allowed her so much more than she ever could’ve hoped for.

She ended up making plans to leave with Maria and Sam at the end of the evening, Rhodey having to end his night out after the two hours he’d paid for were up. They’d made out for a great deal of time near the end, and she was admittedly sorry to see him go, but appreciated everything he’d done for her, especially letting her free to do as she wished. She made a mental note to be extra special good for him the next time he called on her, though her attention was swiftly claimed by Maria pulling her back down onto the dais and seating herself over Nat’s face. Nat’s fingers claimed their place on Maria’s thighs, digging into the soft flesh as Sam seated himself inside her. The sounds of their mouths meeting with a couple of soft, wet smacks told Natasha that the couple were kissing deeply above her, and her own tongue set to discovering everything she could about Maria, seeking out what made her tremble, what pulled her apart, and what made her come the hardest. She wouldn’t be happy until she had that information, and she had all night to discover it.

She couldn’t stay long the next morning, waking up with Sam’s arm draped around her and Maria’s face buried in the crook of her neck. It hurt her heart to think that she had to wriggle her way out of this, to return to the painful reality that the morning brought with it. Still she had a party to get to later that afternoon, and Thor would skin her alive if she didn’t go. With that in mind she managed to shimmy her way out from between them, glad that they both seemed to be heavy sleepers. It struck her as she stood at the foot of the bed that she couldn’t give them her number, couldn’t ask for another night like this. This would be it, unless she and Rhodey went to another one of those parties. But how many of them would there be? And would they both ever go back? Biting her tongue at the prospect, she collected her dress from where it’d been pooled at the bottom of their king-sized bed and tiptoed her way out of their simple bedroom, the carpet soft beneath her feet and the air just outside the room brisk enough to make her shiver. She put her feet through the dress and slipped it up, sliding her arms through the thin straps, so that all she had to do was find her shoes and she could be on her way. She’d shower and deal with her dress and shit when she got home.

Her phone was with her shoes and purse, and she was grateful for that. She didn’t remember getting it last night in the haze of Sam slipping his tongue into her mouth, then Maria taking his place after he’d lost his breath. Spying a spare piece of paper on the kitchen table on her way out, though, she couldn’t help herself from seeking out a pen and scribbling a goodbye note, thanking them for the amazing night and wishing them all the best. She couldn’t have gotten any luckier. That luck put a spring in her step as she headed out, ankles a little wobbly after spending so long in her shoes but the grin on her face seriously genuine and beginning to hurt. She’d slept in too late to head to the stores and grab a new dress for the afternoon, so she’d make do with whatever it was she found in her apartment. It’d all been worth it. Truly, it had. How many people could say that they’d fucked their idols?

Her phone beeped with the reminder that she had to be to Thor’s in an hour once she made it back to her apartment, and after shucking off her shoes she hustled up the couple flights of stairs, dodged the awkward looks shot to her by the old lady living one floor down and to the left of her apartment, and locked herself behind the door. She threw it onto the side table along with her purse before working to squirm her way out of her dress and throwing that to the floor in her haste to get to the bathroom. She very much nearly tripped over her own ankles when she tried to stumble towards the shower, turning it on. The water was still lukewarm when she managed to slip herself past the curtain and tugged her hair out of the loose ponytail she didn’t remember putting her hair into last night. It must’ve come out the style she’d put it in before, but at least this way it was easier. This wasn’t how she’d imagined the day would start, but oh well, she’d work on it.

In the end she was only a couple minutes late for the party, the green lace dress a last minute save from the back of her every day closet (kept very much separate from her work clothes), and she was just finishing slipping the black belt beneath her bust as the taxi pulled up outside Thor’s condo near the outskirts of the city. He didn’t want anywhere he couldn’t have a backyard, and so had decided to live a good twenty minutes away from the hubbub of it all. Not that she could blame him, it certainly suited him, but she was sure she’d die without the city breathing beneath her. Her wedges were a great deal more comfortable and supportive than the strappy monster heels of last night, and she pulled out the cab fare plus tip from the black clutch she’d managed to cram her phone, lip gloss, and everything else she practically owned into. She slicked her lips with a quick shine of gloss after getting out of the taxi, ran a hand through her hair, and after reassuring herself with a deep breath turned and headed in the direction of the loud music and the scent of grilling meat.

Thor grinned her with a beer in his hand and a broad, surprised grin on his mouth when she knocked on the door. “Hey! You made it!”

“I’m three minutes late, Thor, of course I made it.” Natasha rolled her eyes, allowing him to pull her into a bear hug before he tugged her through the door. The house was far cleaner than the majority of times she’d seen it, and of course she made a comment of it as he led the way towards the kitchen, offering to fix her up a vodka and tonic like she liked. He rolled his head.

“Blame my brother, he’s a neat freak.”

“Really? He must’ve inherited your mother’s side then. I can’t imagine you got any of the good genes,” Nat winked, leaning against the kitchen counter as Thor set down his beer and opened the freezer to find the blue bottle of frozen over svedka and set it out along with a tall glass. Ice clinked gently as it filled the cup halfway, followed by the slow cracking as the vodka poured over it. The tonic was mixed last, and swirled around with a spoon--“Wow, you’re fancy, huh?” Nat teased--before finally offered to her. She took a sip and hummed appreciatively.

“So, how has everything else been?” Thor asked, leaning against the counter and staring through the window at where the other guests had gathered near the grill, soaking up the sun. She appreciated him keeping her aside, though. It wasn’t that she didn’t like socializing, or didn’t like parties, just that they so rarely saw one another she really didn’t feel like fighting for his attention. Not just then. He’d always been better at reading her than she’d given him credit for.

“It’s been good. Busy. Sorry I haven’t made a bigger effort to get here.”

He waved away her apology with a smile, swallowing the sip of the stout he’d taken while she’d thought over her answer. “Hey, life’s a bitch and happens to us all. Not a problem.”

“Still, I didn’t even know that your brother was coming back to town. That’s awesome. He’s all done with school, then?”

“Yeah.” Thor grinned. “He’s all settled in and everything. He’s working a lot closer with dad this time around. I think the time apart did the pair of them some good.”

Nat nodded, taking another slow sip of her drink. She knew there had been some serious bad blood between the pair of them, and Thor had suffered the brunt of the rejection that his brother had given him. Granted, it’d been so long that they’d talked about this she’d--really--forgotten all about it. Thor’s face lit up as he caught sight of something just behind Natasha and beckoned whoever it was forward.

“Loki! We were just talking about you,” Thor said, voice booming, rocking Nat’s heart from her chest at the name. Loki? Talk about an uncommon name for her to have heard--.

Her eyes went wide, and she was so glad that Thor’s attention wasn’t on her as she whipped around, catching sight of the same Loki who’d tied her to his bed striding closer. His pace faltered for half a moment as he recognition dawned on his face, quickly squashed down by a polite smile. “Only good things, I hope,” he said, and his voice brought chills down her spine. Shit.

“Yes, of course,” Natasha said, forcing herself to smile. “I don’t think Thor’s capable of saying a bad thing about you.”

“One of his greater faults, I must say,” Loki teased, his eyes leaving hers to find Thor’s. The blond was none the wiser, his expression softening as he watched Loki extend a hand to take Natasha’s. “A pleasure to meet you. I’m Loki.”

“Nat.” Her heart nearly choked her, lodged in her throat and making air difficult to come by. “I’m afraid you’ll have to excuse me, gotta get to the ladies room.” She flashed him another smile, one that demanded they talk about . . . this. Soon. The recognition in his eyes told her that he was thinking the exact same. Well, at least there was that. So much for that luck from earlier.

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