On the House {Kire}
Jan 19, 2014 17:00:27 GMT -5
Post by Anna Banana on Jan 19, 2014 17:00:27 GMT -5
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Sunny Blessed
How desperate can you get, how many jobs had I gone through now, how many times had I sold myself out to people, I couldn't keep living like this. That's even more ironic considering how many times I had asked myself how I was living like this, selling my body out to the highest bidder and working odd jobs here and there around the district to pay the bills. It wasn't like I had my family to support me, I had to do everything myself, of course that was mostly my fault considering what I'd done to end up like this, they didn't want a prostitute in the family, dirtying their "proud" name. Not that they had a proud name to begin with, we were a poor family and I was just doing what I thought would help me survive, even if that meant selling myself out or working a club...like I was now.
I was hired to be one of the servers at the club, it was actually a job one of my "clients" hooked me up with, she said that the knew a place I could make a little extra money. When I said she could try and get me the job I didn't realize it meant wandering around a club in some skimpy costume selling drinks and things to the customers, but I shouldn't complain, at least it was money. I just wasn't used to being quite this public with showing off my body, I may as well be the stripper they employed the way my costume looked. Oh well, at least I could pick up some clients of my own while I worked here, I could usually pick out the ones that wanted me by the way they looked at me, or how frequently. That took a little bit of time to get used to considering I was the one who used to pick and choose people.
There was one person who I couldn't seem to get the attention of. There was a new guitarist the boss hired to act at the entertainment on the nights the strippers and the DJs weren't here. To be honest I preferred him over the other hired entertainers, at least he was cute, and he had this mysterious cloud around him, always wearing a pair of sunglasses, even when he left for the night. I just wanted to look into those eyes of his and see what he was hiding, I wanted to find out why he was hiding it and why he never talked to any of the other people that worked with him, or why he didn't stick around and have a few drinks with us after we closed for the night. Maybe tonight I'd ask him to stay for a bit, I knew it was his night to work the entertainment shift, and maybe if I could corner him I could get answers to all these questions.
Pushing my way out of the kitchen I carried a tray out to one of the tables, winking at the man that I was serving and glancing up at the boy as her prepared for his first performance. After dropping off the tray I purposely took the long route back the kitchen, walking by him and perhaps staring a bit longer than I should have. It gave me the creeps that I didn't know if he was looking at me either, if only I could get him to take those sunglasses off. Bending over a bit provocatively in front of him to pick up an empty drink I couldn't help but smile to myself. I was such a naughty girl, where did I learn all this from...oh wait...experience. I'd get him one way or another, I always did.
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