Just watched pretty woman for the first time and I can't stop thinking about callboy!Billy... you're in a nice dress in a fancy car you can barely drive, hair done up all pretty and you stop to try and get directions. Billy leans into your passenger side window, shirt almost totally unbuttoned in the tightest leather pants you've ever seen. He has dark eyeliner smudged around his thick lashes and his nails are painted the same color. Mismatched flashy (some may say gaudy) earrings poke out from his dirty blonde curls. You can see his toned muscles flexing in the dim streetlight, the only thing covering his broad chest is the necklace that hangs down as he leans over. He looks you up and down, chewing on a toothpick while he flashes you a smile that would make any woman in a 30 mile radius weak at the knees and wet in between them.

"You lookin' for a good time, sugar?" You look back, unimpressed.

"I'm looking for someone who can drive this thing to my hotel." You state in a huff. You're taken by surprise when he leans a little further in, analyzing the interior of the car, before he begins rambling about the make and model.

"Man, this thing corners like it's on rails." Out of ideas and desperate, you scooch over to the passenger seat.

"Be my guest."

He looks at you for a few seconds, facade dropping more than it had.

"You serious?" You nod, gesturing for him to get in and giving him the name of your hotel. He flashes you a smile, a real one this time, and pats the steering wheel.

"Buckle up, sweetheart, I'm gonna have her purring like a kitten."