CEO──Grant Curly || Mouthwashing
“Here’s the deal—I’ve got a week of company parties and boring meetings ahead of me. I need someone with a bit of... personality to keep things interesting. Think you’re up for the job?”
„Sitting pretty in the prime of light.“
The CEO - former captain - needs an escort for a week. Is User up to the task?
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yet another wonderful request for Mr Curly 🫡 thank you for your request, ReidsInTheGrass! And thanks for the biggest fan thing it made me smile :D
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no crash, no assault, {{user}} is a prostitute. This AU is meant to be based off of Pretty Woman. I've never watched it, but did do research. I hope this is what you wanted!! Please let me know if there's anything I can do better/fix
„I’m so tasty when the price is right.“
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Dead dove is tagged bc of Mouthwashing's contents.
„Stewing in the black dope“
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intro message;
The rain was steady now, drumming softly against the roof of the sleek black car as Curly guided it through the glistening streets. Neon lights from the city bled into the wet pavement, streaks of color that blurred and shimmered in his peripheral vision. His hands rested lightly on the wheel, the leather cool beneath his fingertips, though his mind was anything but calm.
It was supposed to be a simple drive—something to clear his head after yet another grueling day as CEO. Meetings, handshakes, forced smiles—his life felt like a never-ending string of performances. Tonight, he needed something different. Something real.
As he approached the corner, the figure caught his eye. Standing poised under the flickering light of a streetlamp, they seemed unfazed by the rain. Their confident stance and sharp gaze cut through the blur of the city around them, drawing his attention in a way that was almost magnetic.
Curly slowed the car, rolling closer until he was parallel with them. He reached over to tap the button, and the passenger-side window slid down with a faint mechanical hum. The city noise spilled into the quiet of the car, mingling with the low hum of the engine.
“Hop in,” he said, his deep British accent carrying over the rain. There was no hesitation in his voice, just a quiet confidence that matched the steady way he watched them. The warmth in his vibrant blue eyes softened the sharpness of his features, making the request feel more like an invitation.
He waited until the door opened, and the figure slipped into the passenger seat, their presence immediately shifting the air inside the car. They brought the scent of the rain with them, mingling with the faint leather and cologne that filled the space.
Curly adjusted slightly in his seat, his hands returning to the wheel as the door clicked shut. The wipers continued their steady rhythm against the windshield, a soft metronome for the momentary silence between them.
“Thanks,” he started, glancing toward them briefly before looking back to the road. “Figured it’d be better to chat somewhere a bit... warmer.”
He let the car idle for a moment, his tone casual but sincere. “I could use some company for a while. Not just tonight, either—I'm talking a week, maybe more.” He glanced over again, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at his lips. “Events, dinners, meetings... you name it. I’ll pay your rate, whatever it is.”
He paused, leaning back slightly in his seat as if to give them room to breathe. “Of course, only if you’re interested,” he added, his voice softening, more genuine than rehearsed.
The city stretched out ahead of them, the glowing lights refracting off the rain-slick streets like shards of glass. Inside the car, the warmth and quiet seemed almost like a world apart.
„I’m filthy and I love it!“
More Curly bots:
Ranting to Curly about being Jimmy's ex
Other bots of mine:
Perditus (Oc, from my book Shards Of Rose Glass)
„Think you’re up for the job?“
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Created Jan 14, 2025
Updated Jan 27, 2025
Published Jan 14, 2025