Waking up next to a complete stranger wasn't the life that Kelly ever wanted to live. When she was younger she dreamed of modelling and perfection. Only to be rudely awoken by society, to be told that she couldn't be perfect. She was far from it. She lifted her heavy head from the thin and hard motel pillow. She couldn't remember much of the hazy night before, but she knew exactly what she had done. Dragging her feet she walked into the tiny bathroom. The wallpaper peeled from the damp walls, hanging. This didn't faze her anymore, she was used to the countless dirty motels she "worked" in. That wasn't supposed to concern her. Turning to the dusty mirror she ran her shaking hands through her matted blonde locks as she gave herself the once-over. She could barely look at herself for longer than a few seconds. What has become of me? That was a question that was asked daily in her head, though it was never answered. She was to scared to face what she had become. A light rustling from the bedroom startled the young blonde. Franticly she gathered her clothes from the murky floor as hurried to put them onto her frail frame.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
She jumped from her skin as the thin wood of the bathroom door rattled on the hinges.
"You in there Princess?" A thick southern accent called. Kelly remained silent. "Come on Darlin' ya'll know I aint gonna hurt nobody." In a weak attempt to find her voice Kelly turned toward the door.
"I… I'll be out in a minute Sir."
I'm aware that is this extremely short but I wanted to add a bit more story to Kelly. I think you can all guess what she does "on the side".
For the record I am a fan of Kelly, i'm by no means hating on her.