No Feelings Allowed (Raihan x OC, NSFW)

10 - New Look, New You (18+M)

If you don't know Nina Simone's glory, you're wrong. Get educated. ;)

Also, time for Sam to get a new hobby :D and thank you all for being patient you've earned some smut

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Samantha grumbled as her phone buzzed repeatedly, waking her from her slumber. She blinked blearily at the bright screen in the dark room, and noted it was 5 AM and she had text messages. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, sitting up to read it more clearly. It was from Nessa, asking if she was still on for today-for modeling. Right. She'd agreed to do it the day after she'd gotten the woman's card, and it had been set one week from there. It was going to start early, which meant she was due in Wyndon in two hours. That should be enough time to get back home and get changed and ready. After all, this wasn't her place-or her bed.

It belonged to the man beside her, the name of which she couldn't remember. She only knew that he was some kind of bodybuilder she'd met at the gym during a night session and gone out for a drink with, and then ended up at his place. He was plenty handsome, well-sculpted, and good at sex. He'd definitely made her cum a few times, but his foreplay had been lacking. He wasn't the wittiest and more often than not couldn't match her own wordplay, but they were doing this for sex, not rhetoric. Still, it made things disappointing, and she couldn't help thinking how Raihan had been better. A lot better.

The man had satisfied her need, though, and it hadn't felt weird sleeping with someone besides the Hammerlock Gym Leader. It was even a little fun, doing the dance with someone new, but she had no desire to linger around, and not just for Nessa's summons. He was boring beyond the bedroom, she supposed was the way to put it, so she had no hesitation slipping from the sheets to grab her undergarments and work out clothes, quickly pulling them back on. The man begin to stir, turning over and blinking at the sight of her, a dark silhouette illuminated by her phone.

"You're leaving?" he inquired, still half-asleep.

"I have an appointment to keep," she explained plainly, grabbing her jacket from the dresser.

He yawned, sitting up, "I can give you my number?"

"Sorry, but I'm not looking for much more than that. Thanks for a fun night, though," she smiled, waving, and leaving him a bit surprised. She wondered if she had been that way for Raihan, although she recalled being fine with it, or at least understanding. Did that make her weird?

Samantha decided to not linger on it long or give the man time to say more or try and change her mind, slipping from his room and out the door. He lived not far from her own place, his apartment closer to the center of the town. He was closer still to the Pokécenter where she went and picked up her Pokémon. Arcanine had, thankfully, seemed to understand this was her lifestyle now and so was a little less judge-y as she mounted up and returned her to their apartment. Her other Pokémon were not quite as reasonable, giving her less than amused looks, although that quickly changed when she poured them breakfast. Letting them eat, she made a point to take a fast shower and change into simple clothing before coming back out.

"Alright, we're off to Wyndon. Nessa's going to make a model out of me it seems. She said I could bring you guys, so you won't have to be cooped up at the Pokécenter all day," she explained to her team, who fidgeted excitedly. They were going to be traveling, after all, and seeing new things and meeting their trainers' new friend. "Alright, hurry and finish up while I hail a taxi."

Her Pokémon did as told, scarfing down their food just in time for the Corviknight and its trainer to land gently in the courtyard. She returned her team, gave her destination, and allowed herself to rest her eyes as she leaned back against the leather seats-for a little while anyways.