Old Friends Silver - Mad Maggie x fem!reader

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A week passed before I saw Walter again, and the next time I did, he was very stressed. He barely talked during our session which was unlike him, and he stayed for two hours instead of one. He hummed and rolled off me, tucking his hands behind his head. I sighed and rested my head against his chest. "How much then boss?" He said, trying to force a smile.

"Has it got worse... with Maggie?" He let out a frustrated sigh.

"Not worse... she just... she's getting frustrated, we really can't find this guy. She been in an out of this brothel all week and hasn't seen him." I sat up, resting my weight on my hand.

"She's been in here?" Walter nodded.

"Only in the hall though, she got involved in some games. I doubt she took a girl up, but you never know with her." He shrugged and closed his eyes for a minute. I sighed deeply and collapsed back down on his slightly hairy chest.

"You need to shave again." I joked, running my hand in between his pecs. He groaned. We sat in silence for another minute or two before he grunted and sat up, pushing me off him. I watched him as he shoved his clothes back on. I watched his frustrations all return to him. I chewed my bottom lip for a moment, watching as he dropped a pile of coins on the wooden vanity. I held my tongue until he was about to walk out the door. "Walter, wait." I sighed before standing up. I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly insecure. "I... Who is it? Who are you looking for?" His eyes lit up for a second.

"Jean Pierre." He said, his hand tightening around the door handle. I furrowed my brows trying to think.

"Describe him." He sighed, glancing up at the clock.

"(y/n)... I really really have to be somewhere right now." I watched him shake his head and pinch his eyebrows together. "Look can you just... I'll send Maggie in here, ok? Tell her you want to help."

"Woah, I mean 'help', I don't know if I'm helping I just..." I couldn't defend myself and he just smiled at me.

"You got anymore clients?" He asked, I thought for a second but shook my head. Sev had already been in today, so I was free. "Good... just wait downstairs, she'll be there in ten minutes, five if she runs." I grinned and had to bite back a laugh.

"Don't make her run, I'm not going anywhere" Walter let out a breathless laugh before disappearing down the hallway. My eyes widened as I threw my uniform back on, once again picking my necklaces up from the bedside table and putting them on. I took a second to look at them, a golden prowler head dangling from a silver chain, a piece of clear quartz stuck on another, shorter chain and two brown beaded necklaces. A few of these were gifts, compensation when a client couldn't quite afford the session.

With that, I walked over to the vanity and counted the money Walter had left, 200 coins exactly. I retrieved my small brown money bag and slipped them inside, clipping it to my skirt as I left the room and headed towards the bathroom.

I turned the sink on, watching as lukewarm water shot out the rusty taps. I tied my hair back securely and splashed my face with the water, I rubbed my neck down, trying my best to get rid of any marks to not avail. I splashed other areas of my body, conscious about how I would smell.

The water was turned on last night and I enjoyed my first shower in a week after bathing in the brothel sinks every day. I felt too guilty returning to Walter and Maggie's apartment for a shower, so I just endured it.

Once I had dried myself down with the small hand towel, I left the bathroom and headed downstairs. It was 12am, meaning the brothel was at it busiest. I peeked my head into the changing rooms and saw only Edgar sat on the stools. He was running a comb through his hair. I knocked on the door and smiled at him, he offered me a perfect toothy grin back.