Sook & the Three Fairies
. * o ~ The Glenmore Club ~ o * .
The gentleman's only portion of the prestigious Glenmore Club had a dozen private rooms. Each was done up expensively and Bubba who sat in a back room, had a front row seat to everything happening in each room. He was the "Insurance Policy". If a client got carried away, Bubba was the girls' only line of defense. He took his job very seriously.
. * o ~ Several Years Ago ~ o * .
Sookie never found a Wishing Well, and she never grew wings, and fairies never came to save her.
It had been raining outside for two days straight. The dead baby had come out in the middle of the second rainy night. When her mama had found it the next day, she was furious. Of course she hadn't believed Sookie when she told her what Uncle Bartlett had been doing to her. Instead her mama had called her a murderous whore and threw her out of the house.
. * o ~ That Afternoon ~ o * .
Claude asked, "How'd your search go yesterday?" He took a hit from his peace weed.
"I think someone lied to Sam," answered Sookie. "It wasn't a well. It was a fountain. Fountains are not magical. Only wells are. I'll need to resume my search of the parks."
"Well, at least you're half way through all 200 of them."
"That's true." Sookie took a draw from Claude's joint. "Do you think I'll ever find a Wishing Well?" she asked.
He didn't believe in such things. "Sure," he lied. This made Sookie happy, and seeing her happy made Claude happy.
"You still going to the Block Party tonight?" Sookie asked Claude. Everyone she knew was going. She wanted to go too.
"Hell yeah I'm still going." Claude made a puckering sound. He took a hit of his peace weed again and then handed it back to Sookie. "You're still helping with the costumes." He laughed thinking of what they were going to go as.
"Yeah," coughed Sookie, "I decided I'd go as a hippie cowgirl."
"What time should we come by the club?" asked Claude.
"Come around six." Sookie made a sucking sound. She handed the peace weed back to Claude.
"My new dance routine is done," Claude paused and took a draw from his peace weed. A few seconds later he asked, "You wanna see?"
"Sure." Sookie took the weed. It was her turn to take a puff.
. * o ~ The Glenmore Club ~ o * .
Tonight Sookie celebrated her two year anniversary with The Glenmore Club. It was all thanks to Claude. He was a stripper at the club. With the fake ID he had helped Sookie acquire, and the great reference he had given her, she had been able to work and earn a steady paycheck. Stripping and waiting tables at the club paid her more in one night than when Malcolm had made her work the Strip for sex. At the Glenmore Club she didn't have to have sex with anyone if she didn't want to.
Since it had been her anniversary, Victor, the manager, had given her extra breaks. He even had agreed to look the other way at six when Claude, Bill, and Sam showed up, so Sookie could help them with their fairy costumes.
On her second fifteen minute break, Sookie had finished the pinhead she had tucked in her garter. It helped ease the pain in her lower back. She wished she had been stripping tonight instead of waiting tables. Being on her feet for eight hours straight was murder on her back. Not to mention the bruises. At least when she was stripping she'd be a safe distance from groping hands, and she'd be able to sit down between routines. Instead, she had been waiting tables and there wasn't any sitting allowed. She was sure she had at least a handful of bruises on her ass already.
"One Faerie Fizz, one Mac Daddy, and two Paco Mixes," Sookie told the bartender.
"You slut." Amelia, Sookie's best friend had come up behind her. "Two Waboritas," she called out to the bartender.
"I'm not a slut," Sookie corrected Amelia. She now regretted telling Amelia about having had sex with Claude.
"Whatever ho." Amelia leaned her elbow on the bar.
"Not if money wasn't involved." Sookie sounded proud of herself. She was high and to her ears her argument had made perfect sense.
"This makes your second gay roommate you've slept with," added Amelia. "Tell me every sordid detail slut."
"Stop calling me that."
"If you ask me," said Charles the bartender. "You're a saint."
"She didn't ask." Amelia narrowed her gaze at him.
"I'll give you details later." Sookie picked up her tray of drinks. "The guys should be here in a few minutes, and you better not say anything."
"Scouts honor." Amelia lifted her left hand and gave Sookie a Vulcan hand salute. Smirking at her best gal pal, Sookie took her tray and delivered the drinks.
. * o ~ Several Years Ago ~ o * .
Sookie had been squatting with Malcolm, Diane, and Liam. In exchange for a dry place to live, protection, and food, she had to have sex with them. She hated them. The way Malcolm whimpered when he had his organism had made Sookie sick to her stomach. Liam was mean. Sookie didn't like violent sex. Diane wasn't so bad. At least she had been nice. Except when they weren't having sex then Diane was a nasty bitch.
Malcolm, the oldest of them and the ring leader of the gang, kept promising that he would help them get fake IDs. That's why Sookie had stayed as long as she had.
After a few years, she had lost hope.
. * o ~ 0 ~ o * .
Sitting in a Dark Alley
"When I was in school my best friend and I were running late. I was in sports when I was in school. We use to have red uniforms. Thinking about it, those little red shorts were pretty racy. There was this train and it was just sitting there, not moving. Do you still have my green Skittles?" Her silent companion is motionless. Sookie reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out her bag of green candy.
"When fairies are injured or when they just don't feel like themselves, they eat green things. Green gives them strength." She pops a green Skittle into her mouth. "So after sometime of it not moving, I crawled under the train. It took us a while. The rocks they keep stuffed around the railroad tracks are hard and pointy. When we got to the other side, the train started moving again. I've always been lucky that way."
. * o ~ The Glenmore Club ~ o * .
Amelia watched Sookie work her magic on her three roommates. Claude was a purple fairy, Sam was a red fairy, and Bill was a white fairy. Their hair had been tipped in their corresponding colors and their perfect chests and abs were airbrushed. The little white togas were wrapped securely around their hips. They looked like supernatural gods.
"It's a damn shame," bemoaned Amelia. She thought it was a loss to all woman-kind. "If you fairies don't win best costume fuck them." She grinned. She secured the miniature wings behind each of their backs as Sookie finished up the last design on Sam's chest. She had already airbrushed the same winged graphic on Claude's and Bill's chest.
"What are you going as again?" Bill asked Amelia for the third time. Courtesy of Amelia they had all been doing shots while Sookie was getting them ready for the block party.
"Cinderella," she answered.
"A fairy tale princess. Sookie is going as a hippie cowgirl," said Bill.
"Do you want us to wait for you Sook?" Claude asked. He was feeling guilty about what happened earlier between them.
"No, you'll be late if you do. I'll see you all there." Sookie glanced up at him and gave him a reassuring smile. The Bull Dog was having a costume contest. If they waited for her, Sookie was sure they'd miss the judging.
"Tell them you're suddenly sick," Bill suggested.
"No, I need the shift if I'm to make my share of the rent," explained Sookie. Not only that, but she was running low on her green Skittle surplus.
"If you knew how to cook and clean I'd make you my beard bitch, and then you wouldn't have to work." Sam laughed.
Amelia coughed chocking on her laugh.
"Funny." Sookie jabbed Sam on the rib and shot Amelia a warning glare. "I thought I already was your beard bitch Sam."
"Sweetheart I don't care if you don't cook and clean, I love you anyway." Bill smiled. He was buzzed.
"I love you too." Sookie blew Bill a kiss. Bill was very serious except when he was drunk. When he drank, Bill could be obnoxious. He watched Sookie decorating Sam's chest.
Bill had never been with a woman before until Sookie. The experience had been different for him, but not one he would repeat though he sometimes still fantasized about Sookie. He thought Sookie had very nice breasts. He would never tell her that, and he would never ever tell Claude. He may have had a lapse of judgment when he had sex with Sookie, but he wasn't stupid.
"There. I'm really good." Sookie admired her handiwork.
"Yes you are." Sam smiled. "You should think about becoming a professional make-up artist."
"You'd be popular with the drag queens," Bill said.
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