A Dame To Kill For: A Gaga and Taylor Fanfiction

Chapter One: Sluts, Money, Alcohol

Chicago seems to be a bright, lovely place to live in, but as night decends upon the city, so does darkness and sin.

Taylor put on his shades and headed out to get himself a drink. He lived in his beach bungalow alone, where no one could bother him. It seemed lonely and boring, but that was the way he liked living.

As soon as he took a step onto the concrete pavement of the city, there would be a camera on him. He hated that, it gave him no privacy. Along with the paparazzi came fans. Most of them were young girls, eager for a photo and a chat with him. Taylor didn't mind too much, but a lot of them just used flattery to keep the conversation going, which got him rather annoyed.

The sky was getting dark as evening took its break for night to take over. The paparazzi had faded after several photos, and Taylor was now all by himself. He rarely used his phone, and didn't care much to text a friend to come over for company. Instead, he headed off to the near bars and found himself new ones who were regular costumers.

He walked into the bar, taking a whiff of the mixture of alcohol, smoke and piss. It was disgusting, but familiar enough for him to feel comfortable there. Examining the crowd, his eyes paused on a petite, young lady in the corner of the bar. She wore a leather jacket and her underwear, and that was about it. He knew that she was a whore, but he still proceeded to meet her. Her oversized shades covered almost half of her face, which he found cute.

Taylor went up to her, and pulled a chair out for himself to sit. The girl peeked at him through the top of her glasses and smiled. He sat beside her, looking at her top to toe. She wasn't like the usual girls he'd seen here. She was curvier, tinier and a lot sexier. It was effortless for her. Beauty was spilling off her shoulders and bursting out of her remaining clothes.

"Hi," he greeted shyly, beaming at her. This was a whole new different feeling for him than when he spoke to the other prostitutes. He didn't want a night with any of them, he just wanted to brighten up their days for a while. The girl giggled and took his hand, "Right here or for the whole night? The price, we can negotiate," she winked, biting her lip. Taylor shrugged, a little startled that she had come on to him so quickly. "I just wanted to say hi actually," he admitted, shaking her hand.

The girl looked confused, and took off her glasses. "That's new, no one really does that." Taylor gently pulled her hand to his face, and gave it a soft kiss. The girl gasped, and smiled, but she looked like she was trying to cover it.

People never treated her like this. It was nice to feel this way, but she didn't expect it at all. This wasn't part of her job, most guys would be touching her, pinching her, groping her or even slapping her by now, but this guy was sweet and lovely. "How should I address you?" Taylor asked, his hand still placed over her little one.

The girl was so timid. She wasn't used to answering these type of questions. The usual ones were things like "how much?" or "tomorrow night?" It made her feel special, something she appreciated.

"Stefani, it's fine to call me Stef," she answered, making Taylor happy. He liked the name, and he wanted to know more about her. He knew that something about her was different, he was being so nice to her. Thoughts whirred around his mind, which made him confirm his initial doubts about his view on her. He liked this girl a lot, and he couldn't let her run off with other men.

"Stefani, you recognise me right?"

"Yeah, you're Severide, aren't you? Taylor... Kenny? Kinney! That's it."

Taylor smiled at her first guess, and was glad that she knew him already.

"Would you like to come over to my place for a while?" he asked, excited to hear her answer. Oddly, she sighed, and only shook her head. He knew the reason, she needed to work. "I'm just really busy, sorry," Stefani apologised, standing up from her seat.

Then it was decided, he would be her customer. He couldn't let her go just like that. "How much do you need?" Taylor grabbed her hand, making sure he wasn't too rough. Stefani turned around and gasped. Maybe he really was just another guy trying to get her, but a with some style and manners. She nodded, trying to forget about what she thought, and told him, "Just fifty bucks for you."

Taylor whipped out his wallet and searched around for some bills. He extended his arm towards her, in his hand were four hundred dollar bills. Stefani was shocked, it was the money she could make in three whole days. Before accepting it, she asked if it was okay, to which Taylor gladly agreed to. The girl accepted the money with two hands, slipping them into her purse.

After that, the two headed off to Taylor's beach shack. On the way there, Taylor couldn't help but observe her every move. She didn't walk, she strided. Her breaths seemed more like sighs, or whispered moans. Behind her jacket were her lovely assets. They weren't too small, and they weren't too big, but just right for him.

Taylor didn't fancy boobs when they were fake, or too big, he liked them just the way a normal woman would have them. On the other end of the jacket, was her nice, toned butt. It was a bit embarrassing how it acted as a magnet for his eyes. Taylor wouldn't stop staring at it, because he wasn't able to help himself.

Other than all that, he just wanted to spend some time with her. He lowered his hand a little to reach hers, and locked his fingers between hers. Stefani was a little unsure of how to react, but she knew what to feel. She really enjoyed how Taylor treated her. It was more like he was a boyfriend than a customer. The thought of having a boyfriend was intimidating. The word was associated with 'Luc', which was Stefani's worst nightmare. Being a total whore was easier than being with him. He was worse than her customers. Something was unusual about this guy though. The word 'boyfriend' suited him well in her mind. 'Stefani and Taylor' sounded good too.

Growing comfortable in his hand, she wrapped her fingers around his knuckles, and smiled to herself. It felt pleasant. An unfamiliar warmth grew inside of her heart, which wasn't there less than an hour ago.

The door to his bungalow creaked open, and Stefani stood at the entrance in awe. She loved this place, even the smell of it. The young girl scampered inside, squealing a little. Suddenly, it hit her hard- she never did this to customers. She wasn't allowed to scream or even be happy. It was all about pain and dominance. She never got to stand at the door for longer than a second. She never got to admire a house, but there she stood, hand in hand with a man who seemed to actually care, and she felt loved, and awfully peaceful.