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SEDUCING BAD BOYS 7

I turn, white knuckled to Steph who only shrugged before getting out of the car.

"Hi. My name's Catalina." I extend my hand and shake Mrs.Plum's hand.

"Pleasure to meet you. Come in, we will set an extra plate for you dearie."

She turns to her daughter. "Where's your boyfriend?"

I snort and quickly hide it behind a very realistic cough.

Stephanie glares at me, sights and goes in.

Dinner was ok, not as bad as I had expected and I fell in love with this family.

Just as we were on the porch, Grandma Mazur took me aside.

"Come whenever you want. No matter what the problem."

I hugged her, teary eyed before joining Steph in her car.

The next day passes in a whirl, my serving duties taking up all my morning then I shop for a good pair of shoes and make-up for tonight.

The bar would provide the dress but nothing else.

I also had to bring my underwear, the manager, a woman of around fifty had joked.

Around 4 I go back to Steph's place and decide to clean up. Hell, she's offering me free stay until I can find a decent apartment! Is this the shit or what!

I finish cleaning, dusting and scrubbing at 5:30 and make a diner of pasta I'd bought on my way back.

My legs were tired from all the walking I'd done but I felt happy non-the-less.

The way I make my pasta is heaven to me, others I don't know but I could live on the stuff.

I let the onions fry, drop pieces of chicken, pour some cream, a bit of white wine, salt and pepper, a teeny bit of garlic and mushrooms.

I hear the door open just as I sprinkle my sauce with salt and Steph moans.

"That smells WONDERFUL!"

I chuckle. "I know."

She ambles over and sniffs like a big hungry dog.

"When do we eat?" She asks, licking her lips in anticipation.

"As soon as it's done!" I laugh.

A couple minutes later, I pour the sauce onto the pasta, mix it up and serve a good portion onto Steph's plate.

"Let's watch TV."

I had to agree. There is nothing better than Bolognese with TV and a coke on the side.

At around 8:30, I get up and trudge to the shower.

"I've got a job tonight, I'll be back probably late, don't wait up."

Steph nods, eyes glued to Orlando Bloom on the screen. He's the shit man.

I step out of the shower, shave my legs to perfection along with my bikini, apply cream, towel my hair dry and take my bag of new cosmetics out.

I had bought a spray of shiny oil to put on myself but I'd only put it minutes before going on stage. It ruins your clothes otherwise.

I paint my lips black, use thick eyeliner, put some blush on my cheeks and take out my blonde wig.

When you go onstage in bars you don't give out your real name or your real appearance.

For privacy amongst other things.

I fit the wig right, add a final touch of mascara, pull on a loose shirt and shorts then head for the door.

"Can I borrow your car Steph?" I call and she grunts, unhappy to be disturbed.

"Thanks."

I take the keys, close the door and head out.

The ride last only a couple minutes and I am soon parked in the 'personnel only' garage.

I slip out, take my black, two inch high strappy heels into my hand and walk to the door.

A drag queen opens it and shushes me in. I barely have time to look around my dress is already shoved into my arms.

"Hurry! Dolly couldn't appear, you'll be going sooner than expected."

I nod, slip out of my shirt and shorts and slip the dress on, marvelling at the texture and the way it stuck to my body like a second skin.

I spray some of the shiny stuff, apply fresh lip gloss onto my black lips, readjust my wig and wait, fidgeting, at the edge of the curtain while a girl maybe a couple years older than me, battles with the end of her song.

I grimace as she hits another off key. Ouch. How the hell did she get onstage?

She finishes, to a lot of clapping and balances over back to the change room.

Now I understand why, she has boobs that could support New York City.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, one of our new arrivals, miss Sandra!"

I smile; I had found Sandra Bullock fascinating as a kid. I always use my favorite characters when I go onstage.

Pushing my breasts out, levelling my head, I model-march to the center of the stage.

"Hey y'all!" I cry in the microphone.

They all answer in vague 'Hi!'s and 'Hey!'s.

"I'm going to be singing Ambrosia Blue from Danielle Bisutti. Goes for ya?"

They cheer again and I mentally crack my knuckles. I'd already sang in front of the bar manager and a couple other people yesterday but every time I came here, with these dozens of people looking at me, I feel excited and nervous.

'If…I told you…what I was…thinking now.

I'd…be afraid…of just how…you would sound.'

And so on to the end of the song. I think I am and OK singer, otherwise I wouldn't have earned half of the money I had in my possession before leaving my horrible nightmare.

Everybody claps and I blush.

Days pass like this and it has now been three weeks since I first met Stephanie and found out my future wasn't as bleak as I had feared.

I now have enough money to get myself an apartment and I think I'm doing rather well.

I have become rather known in the bar and I have earned myself the name of Gothic Queen.

Kind of weird but I like it. It's better than Miss Sandra Bullock.

I have kept Stephanie, Lula and Connie a bit in the dark about this night job. After all, they know I'm underage and if they catch me dancing dirty they might go beserk.

Ranger hasn't appeared or tried to threaten me so I don't think he knows I'm the daughter of the guy he's looking for. And for that, I am grateful.

I haven't met Morelli yet and I am dying to do so. I did serve Stephanie and her new boyfriend.

At first I couldn't believe my ears. His name was…'Diesel.' Hehehehehe.

Wouldn't have thought hunh?

It appears I hadn't had my J.E books on me when I ran and besides, they wouldn't have helped me, I ain't in any of the times of the books.

Stephanie's family has adopted and I them and I go, weekly to their house with Steph for the evening dinner.

Today is my day off from all work and I am looking for a cheap, cute little apartment to rent.

It's still early morning but I am already tired. At least I don't have to walk. Steph is chauffering me, not liking the idea of an underage cruising in her Buick.

Not to fear, I wouldn't be caught dead at the wheel of that car. It is HORRIBLE!

I don't know what men find to it.

Anyway, just as we pass Pino's I see a small 'Rent' sign. "STOP!" I yell and Stephanie screeches and almost crashes into a post.

I run out and eagerly look at the tiny bungalow or whatever the small house is called.

It is absolutely gorgeous! It needs a paint job, a trim of the lawn but it is cute as hell!

Stephanie whistles approvingly. "Let's find the owner."

I nod and eagerly follow her to the door.

A few hours later we are transferring all my stuff there.

The owner had been a young man who's parents just died and left him the house. He lived in Las Vegas and didn't want it. He'd even offered to sell it to me but I didn't have the money for that.

I look around and sight happily. "You can't know how long I've dreamed to be free."

Stephanie nods and hugs me. "All you need now is a car and a fake identity. Connie can do that for you, she's used to doing stuff like that."

I nod.

"I would like to be born in France. My mom was French…" I admit, eyes unseeing and looking out the dusty window.

"Hmm…you can speak French then? You never told us."

I smile. "'course I did. You just weren't listening."

We laugh and head out. "You know that new kid, Gothic Queen, they say she sometimes says something in Spanish at the end of her show."

I flush. How could I tell her without her banning me from ever going to a bar again?

"Actually it's French. She says : 'Freedom is what you live for'."

Stephanie turns to me. I shrug. "Hey, she's damn cool."

We pack back into the horrible powder blue truck and Stephanie drives to the cheapest car seller in town.

"Hey! My sister would like to buy a car."

I laugh. I had been so well adopted into the Plum family everyone treated me like a relative. Stephanie included. She said she preferred me as a sister than Valerie. No wonders there.

A man turns around and I frown a little. It was the one from whom I had rented a room on my first day here…he was often at the bar too…

"Bombshell."

My mouth drops slightly and I look at him, dumbstruck. That's Tank…wow…