this felt rushed, and didn't include everything i wanted...but i wanted to post it before i went to bed ;o; and that didn't happen lol
and apparently my links dont work on here-and they never did AHAHAH fuck me but uh yeah i give up, just browse my art tag on tumblr for more info
In the center of the living room hung a pair of old bed sheets that were effortlessly tacked to the ceiling so they fell the the ground in front of a couple of desk lamps which were plugged in and lit up, facing the makeshift curtains like spotlights. In front of this homemade stage, a family gathered together on couches and rocking chairs, muttering to themselves. The mother, however, was on the opposite side of the living room, behind the stage, where their tiny piano sat near the window. She glanced at her family who finally settled down; her husband, her two eldest daughters, her brother and her parents stopped chatting when they made eye contact with the mother, who in return, smiled and gave a thumbs up to the giddy little girl who stood right behind the closed bed sheets.
The mother gracefully played the grand introduction on the piano keys and right on cue, a short, chubby girl busted through the gap in the sheets, arms high in the air as she stood their in a cheap princess costume, tiara adorned on messy brown hair and sparkly flats worn with socks.
"What's happenin' everybody! My name's Carissa and this is my show!"
Her family laughed and applauded her before the mother smoothly resumed her piano playing into the first song.
"When you see blue skies and fields of white
And the sun is shinin' bright,
Yes, sir! That's the good old sunny south."
She was hardly in tune with the piano, but she certainly carried her voice throughout the room and even through the screens on the windows that were left open that summer afternoon that some of their neighbors who were outside came over to peer in through the window to watch and listen. The mother noticed this and grew proud, urging her daughter to quickly move on to the next song they had planned. Eventually, most of the families living in their cul-de-sac have gathered around their house. The father moved his daughter's temporary stage out on the front porch and set up lawn chairs and patio furniture out on the lawn. Her mother remained inside but rearranged the piano to be by the front door so the people still heard the music as Carissa wiggled, spun, and created made up tap dancing moves along with the songs she sang with gusto and spirit.
By the end of it all, the whole neighborhood erupted in hooting and clapping, especially the father and sister's. Carissa stood in front of her audience and bowed with exaggeration, allowing her hair to flop over her tiara and her skirt to rustle with every move she made. She was suddenly picked up from underneath her armpits by her mother, who lifted her high in the air and hugged her as she glowed with pride. Her daughter giggling uncontrollably.
"My chickadee is gonna be a star one day! A great big star!"
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The mother sat at the kitchen table, glaring down at a stack of papers, concerned, with the father, who looked just as serious as his wife.
"Are you sure you tried all the studios and theaters in the area? None of them are interested?"
"No," The mother groaned and removed her glasses. "Nobody is looking for a girl her age. And with her appearance..." She trailed off with disdain and worry as she glanced in the living room, watching her daughter paint her nails happily, not exactly caring that it got all over her skin. She just really liked the color pink.
The father then looked his wife, clearly upset. "We shouldn't use her as a way to squander money and support our finances. I'm the one who lost the job, I should be supporting us, not her."
His wife looked at him in shock. "For what? The little amount of money you'll receive again from all the crap jobs in this town? Do you realize how much she earned from that concert in the performing arts theater? I had enough to feed all five of us for a month! And that's a lot! I'm telling you, we just have to move around, go to different towns and city's. I'm sure there will be a place that will want to sign her into a contract, just give it a chance."
Her husband frowned at his wife's dismissive attitude. "So you think you can just decide our family's lifestyle now? What the hell am I suppose to do when you're forcing our six year old daughter down the throats of every movie studio and theater stage?"
She rolled her eyes and patted her husband's hand in a reassuring manner although he didn't feel comforting at all. "Of course you can still look for a job. The more money, the better. We'll never know unless we try. Besides, I've been wanting to move out of this depressing neighborhood for years now...we need a home with more adventure, more life!"
After contemplating for a few minutes, the father finally nodded his head, caving into his wife's demands. "I'll follow whatever you think is right. Let's have a family meeting and tell the girls."
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Carissa loved nothing more than the sticky, sweltering summer days and spending time in the sprinklers or over by the nearby swimming hole with her sisters and the other neighborhood kids. Usually just with her sisters, since she rarely got along with the children and often picked fights with the boys who teased her about her weight and inability to run for more than a couple of minutes without slowing down to catch her breath. She adored sweets and was chided by her mother that if she kept eating junk food and didn't pay more attention to her looks she was never going to become famous or have a husband. But to Carissa, she liked nothing more than sitting on her bed by the window sill when it was time for bed, and singing out into the thick, humid air along with the crickets and cicadas. They were her own personal orchestra and never critiqued her for her looks or voice. When she got tired from singing her lungs to weariness, she would rest her head in her arms and look at the city lights over the low rooftops and tree tops. Anyone could imagine how heartbroken she felt when her parents broke the news that they were moving. But anyone could then realize how bored she felt when this process became a dull tradition with their family.
From their cozy home in the quiet, hottest part of town to a bustling city apartment, Carissa learned to hate the heat. The heat in the suburbs was comfortable and fun to be in, but in the city, the heat came from other sources like gas from car motors and smoke from the cigarettes people huffed in her face. Not knowing the reason why their family moved, Carissa would forget about her worried when her mom frequently brought her to different studios and theaters that outlined the city. She had a couple of acts that she juggled around from stage to stage, producer to director. But she didn't go anywhere. While they agreed she had an untamed spirit and love for music, the way she presented herself through her voice wasn't what any of them were looking for. For young age, she was loud, but she was also untrained and had slim access to other music which could influence her tastes musically and vocally, but her mother didn't find why that was necessary. At first Carissa found it flattering, that her mother had high hopes for her, but she didn't see how this was helping her improve and deem worthy enough for all these important people she was being dragged to.
"My little chica is too good for all these directors! C'mon, there are still plenty of other people who want to see you."
That was a phrase her mother used a lot. Her little 'chickadee' or sometimes 'chica' for short. She resembled a baby chick, with her hair always frizzy and her clothes always ending up in disarray, almost like a chick with it's newborn feathers. Chica was what she was referred to by her mother, and then her sisters, and then everyone else she met except her father. She was still his Carissa, and he was the only person who called her by her real name, and not this new 'stage' name. It never bothered her, because she didn't understand the real harm behind it like her father did.
They only spent two months in the city. Chica and her mother took time out of each weekend to visit every studio and theater in the area, but no such luck. At least, the big ones that gave the real publicity. She managed to land a few gigs, but they were brief and didn't land them any significant amount of money. Even though the father manage to land a job he liked within the first week of moving, the mother insisted on moving to another town over.
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Chica had gotten use to the constant moving. She was disappointed with her auditions always failing and being turned down for roles, but she mainly had school to take her mind off her mother and singing, which began to feel like a chore. Each school she went to she could only make a trustworthy friend or two before she would be on the road again without warning. Never having a permanent address to go by, she couldn't write to these friends and it made her upset that she had no one to talk to or play with. Her and her sister's were separated by a large age difference, and her older sister had gone to live on her own in the middle of their constant moving around. Without her, the second oldest sister had lost a noticeable amount of ambition and was starting to hate Chica because she was the real reason why they couldn't stay in one home and live normally. Their real home was becoming their car which had endured rotting city streets to dusty desert areas and freezing climates. The only place Chica could consider home was an old brick house that was positioned on a hill and was slowly falling apart. It was located on the outskirts of a city, so their block was occasionally busy but most of the time it was peaceful and Chica spent most of her time on the porch like their first home. It was the first time they stayed in one place for a while; approximately 3 months and 14 days. Chica knows that because she looked back on her journal from school and counted the days from the date of each entry.
This home also held a special place in her heart because it was the time she made the closest thing she had to a true friend, even though she would end up never seeing him for many, many years.
The weekend before school, Chica spotted a park near their house and begged her mother if she could go play. Relentless at first, her mother finally agreed and let her daughter run out on her own. When she walked past the gate opening, many kids stopped to look at her because of the strange outfit she was wearing and the bizarre hairstyle she was showing off. Always being a bit of a social butterfly, Chica skipped her way to different children who seemed to be lonely or fun. The lonely ones spoke few words and the ones in the middle of games turned her away. She drifted off to different activities that caught the attention of some children. When she made a huge sand castle in the sand box under a few minutes, some boy asked her if she could teach them, which she gladly did. Feeling a bit daring and yearning some attention, Chica jumped in on a game of jump rope being hosted by girls in neatly pressed dressed, who scowled at this dirty girl disturbing their game but growing impressed with the moves she showed off. Soon, she was by herself again, and was wondering aimlessly around the park for something to entertain her.
She quickly picked up the sound of a chorus of kids chanting and laughing around a nearby tree, a chant which she recognized about a certain bunny. Trying to get a closer look, she saw a little boy scurry away from the large group of kids as the later decided to disband, but not before sticking their tongues out and pointing accusingly and the scrawny boy who hid behind a tree with a fat trunk.
The tune was stuck in her head and, now curious to see where that boy was, she began bouncing her way over to the tree that was only a few feet away.
"Hop, hop, hop!"
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Her three months with her friend Bonnie were indescribable. Never did Chica imagine having a friend for this long would be such a thrill. Every morning when she woke up she was excited to see his face at school, and then would feel glum whenever her mother would schedule for auditions on the weekend during the time she could be spending time outside of school with her friend. Her best friend. Bonnie was her one and only best friend; someone she really opened up to and expressed all her likes and dislikes with. She was particularly attracted to him because of how strange he looked and acted-just like her. They were both considered misfits in the eyes of others but they worked best together. Bonnie, the shy awkward boy with braces and sweaty skin, eventually warmed up to the exhausting little girl who always had something sweet to say to him everyday and was filled with ideas and ways to spend their time together.
One day after school, Chica promised Bonnie that they would get together and play the next day, which he was visibly excited for. She gave the boy a playful, sloppy kiss on the cheek and made her way home, where she was greeted with a disturbing sight of her father being shoved out of the house with his luggage falling a part in his hands. He looked physically exhausted and distraught, wincing when he saw his daughter with her backpack standing in his way. He refused to look at her any longer before he turned away and walked down the block, never glancing back. Not long after, her mother came rushing out the front door, her neck and cheeks flushed with red as she shot a snarling glare at her father.
"Go! And never come back you scumbag!"
Chica, her mother and her older sister packed up their belongings that night and left promptly before sunrise. Reality hit Chica when she watched their house vanish down the road as her mother sped ahead, and then watching her school pass by in a blur as well. She was never going to see Bonnie again. Even though she didn't know where they were going, Bonnie would have be the one person she would send letters to. But she never memorized his address. She was never going to see her best friend ever again.
Frowning to herself, Chica slumped in her seat and stared out the window as they drove out of their old town without a father.
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It was when Chica was going through puberty in middle that her sister revealed she wanted to go away to college and then possibly find her own place to live after that. Her mother was heartbroken, exclaiming that their family was falling a part and that a family doesn't function like this. When the time came, Chica's sister packed up and left, and the smile on her face couldn't be wider.
Now it was just Chica and her mother living and traveling together. Once they found an apartment complex to rent out, they took a shot at a studio lot that was just a walking distance away from their home. By her mother's luck, the people in charge were interested in Chica and agreed to sign her into a contract, which the girl had no choice but to accept.
The studio offered their own private high school for rising stars which taught the regular academics and then intense acting and singing lessons followed. Although she didn't like their strict rules, Chica was at the top of her class. She never had a desire to get close to anybody because her mother was fickle enough to have Chica pulled out of the contract and moved to another town for whatever reason she could pull out of her ass.
When she started in this private school, Chica was harshly ridiculed. She was the only girl who was overweight, who didn't treat her skin blemishes and to make it more embarrassing, the last one to develop as a woman. When she did, her breast and rump size only added to her weight and she wasn't comfortable in any clothing that she wore. Her naturally curly hair was now a nuisance to her rather than a special quality, and she tied it back in a tight bun or ponytail everyday to make it was the exact opposite of what a star studded woman should look like. Instead of blonde hair and long legs, Chica was a fat, dirty brunette with tan skin.
Along with her body to develop was her voice. It deepened to a sultry baritone, making anything and everything said sound like she was speaking seductively, which prompted more teasing and the start of rumors; rumors involving Chica taking certain "favors", roaming the streets at night, and getting pregnant. This led to her hardly talking and wearing baggy, dark clothing that didn't show off any bumps or curves. She held her head low everyday and only sang when she was by herself on her free time. If only her best friend could see her now; a little girl full of life and energy now transformed into a stereotypical teenage girl who held zero confidence about herself.
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Chica didn't stay with her mother for too long. She couldn't. After finishing high school, she was expected to go on to star in movies and sing in concerts, which would finally give her mother what she truly wanted and worked for. Chica didn't want to give her that satisfaction and would rather lose her mother's respect than to become something her mother modeled her to be.
So Chica gathered her stuff in the middle of the night and took all the money that was rightfully hers. Which was all of it.
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It wasn't until she was miles away from her mother, a few towns over, did she realize how little money her mother had. Chica knew she had made more money that what was currently in her purse, and that infuriated her more knowing that her mother most likely spent half of her money on selfish needs.
Now afraid and alone, Chica took most of her money and rented a run down apartment just to get by until she found a steady job. This was all foreign and scary to Chica; as much as she despised her mother for her true intentions, she never realized how attached she was to her, and how truly lost she was without her mother leading the way into a new town and lifestyle. Not having much of a choice, Chica went out to look for a job, but unfortunately, since it was such a sleazy, she found next to nothing. She didn't have many talents besides singing anyway. Or maybe she actually didn't have any talents after all. She really didn't know anymore. Chica still roamed the streets for a job, gradually losing hope about staying in this town, or living on her own altogether.
As she was wondering around this strange city she took a break by a street corner to look around and see where she ended up. While trying to retrace her steps and figure out the route she came from, a car slowly pulled up by the curb next to her. The driver's window rolled down and an older gentleman leaned his arm on the window, sticking his head out. "Hey, missy. You on duty?"
Chica jerked at the sudden voice. She turned to the man in the car and gave him a puzzled look. "W-what? Excuse me?"
The man paused and took a quick look over of her. Sighing, he shook his head, looking annoyed. "Never mind. Forget I said anything." He rolled up his window and steadily drove away.
Curious about what he meant, Chica followed the car for a few blocks which was easy because it was going seriously slow. When she rounded a corner sprinkled with cigarette butts, she saw a red bricked archaic structured building with a cheap wooden sign bounded above the doorway that simply said "BAR" in cursive pink script. She frowned and watched from behind the corner building and saw the man park on the side of the street and crossover where he checked his surroundings before flashing his I.D. to the peep hole and slipping inside.
Chica took a few steps forward and examined the door in front of her. Knocking gently, She found out that there was actually a slot on the door which opened up immediately on the third knock. A pair of eyes heavily painted with eye shadow and mascara peered through and narrowed down at Chica. "Um, yes? Are you a customer?"
Startled, Chica shook her head defensively. "O-oh, no. No, no I was...just wondering-"
"May I see some I.D.?"
"Um, I don't really have anything..."
The woman behind the door did a quick scan of the teenager standing there, thinking. "Well...tell me your age. And be honest."
"I just turned 18." Chica stated truthfully, looking the woman in the eyes to show she was serious.
Once she did, the slot closed shut and the door unlocked. It creaked open and Chica gasped when the woman revealed herself as a thin, fragile lady wearing skimpy lingerie with a long robe lazily hanging off her bony shoulders. Now that she could see her full face, she noticed the amount of makeup caked on, most likely to cover up the wrinkles that revealed the woman's true age. She let a crooked grin break out on her face.
"Why don't you come in, then..."
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Chica took her first step into a brothel; the cigar smoke hung in the air and all the people she pushed past breathed whisky in her face. It was stuffy and congested in the small building. Where she walked into was like a gathering area, filled with furniture and tables which held a handful of woman wearing the same revealing clothing as the lady who let her in and who is now leading her to the owner of the brothel. Some of these women took their eyes of the customers they were talking to to glance up at Chica, all of them seeming to be checking her out once she passed by. The only source of light in the room were the neon lights that laced around the border of the ceiling, the lava lamps that sat on all the tables, and the white Christmas lights that wrapped around the beams and poles that stood in certain areas. Chica instinctively apologized to anyone she pumped into, and went stiff whenever she picked up the suggestive noises coming from the upstairs rooms. As she walked by the spiral staircase, she looked up and saw it was covered off by a single red drape. Gulping, her attention was brought back by the woman snapping her fingers from a few feet away. She stood in front of the door that read "Management" and motioned towards it with a hand.
"You're awfully young." The woman mentioned politely, and then she smirked. "But with that killer body, I'm sure you'll get a job on the spot. Don't sweat it, honey."
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YO! it gets mad dirty during this part so uh, you can scroll past this until you see another side note in bold like this saying that it's over C8 spanks
The man was led up to one of the rooms upstairs by the hand of Chica. She walked down the hallway, sparing a glance every now and then over her shoulder, her lips curling into that seductive smirk that made all the men feel giddy. She took slow steps as she tugged at the front of her skirt, feeling it being lifted slowly around her rear to reveal the back of her thighs and a teasing sliver of her backside that was covered with her pantyhose. She tossed her recently dyed blonde hair to the side, chewing on a piece of gum, eyes roaming the number plates that were posted on all the doors. Reaching the right one, she opened it casually and slipped inside, beckoning the man to follow her. Smiling mischievously, the man began to loosen his tie before he was even in the door.
"First things first," She spoke in a low, alluring tone, letting her jacket slip from her shoulders to give the man a better view of her in the busty corset. "Take those pants off. I need to do a quick little check-poo."
She pulled the man close to her body, her face getting close to his that she was practically breathed out her next plea onto his lips. "Pleeeease?"
He shuttered, and tried to cover it up but it failed. "Sure..." His hands moved down to start undoing his belt, but her hands were just as fast. They were both fumbling at his waist band as he unhooked the belt loop and she swiftly pulled down his slacks to reveal his boxer shorts and the budge already begun to form underneath. The man sucked his breath through his teeth as she playfully messaged around it, looking up at him through half lidded eyes that looked more innocent than what she was actually doing.
"Already, hm?" She giggled cutely and proceeded to roll down the boxer shorts without hesitation, eyes never leaving his waist.
Once he was out, Chica shifted back a bit, eyes calculating. She examined him top and bottom and from behind. When she approved of what she saw, she reached out from the nearby table to grab the condom that was waiting. She locked eyes with her costumer and ripped off the plastic with her teeth and proceeded to slip on the protection herself. When Chica was done, she stood back up and walked over to the bed and crossed her legs. She gave her john that enticing look with her eyes. "I'm all yours."
The man immediately pounced on her, his eager fingers working the lace of her corset top. Her hand slipped in between them as she began stroking him, head leaned back on the pillow, gazing at him with a lazy look. As he finally loosened up her top she guided him downwards and his body wracked with shivers and he fell onto his forearms, his pelvis starting up in a pattern of rhythmic grinds against her. Chica sprawled her arms out across the bed and closed her eyes momentarily as the man began his thrusting. At this point, it all felt the same to her. As long as she moaned and begged him for more, he would end up pleased and she might end up with a bigger tip than they agreed on. The bed strings began to squeak as the costumer picked up his pace, his fingers digging into her buttocks and different grunts rumbled from his throat.
"Yes..." Chica fake gasped and opened her eyes, spotting the guy's wallet sitting on the nearby table. The sight of her money made her smile real big, feeling the adrenaline rush through her that urged her to keep feeding the john. "Oh gods, yes!"
The man gasped but pulled out just when Chica thought he was finishing up. Sighing, she twirled her hair around her fingers, and put on a forced smile when the john made eye contact with her. "What's the matter, bab-"
It was her time to gasp. He had readjusted himself so her rump was levitated a bit and was about to push into her-
"Hold up." She shoved her manicured hand out in front of his clothed chest, stopping him from going any further. Her whole vulnerable and innocent act dropped, now replaced with confusion and slight disgust for she had an idea of what he was planning to do. "What are you doing?"
The man, still trying to catch his breath, hesitated as he looked down at himself and then up at her face. He cocked an eyebrow. "Wha? You don't do anal?"
Chica's eyes shot open and her mouth hung open for a few seconds before her features twisted in a scowl. "God, NO! Who the fuck do you think I am?"
Her sudden facade change made the man grow angry, since his private session was officially over so abruptly. "I dunno; a fucking prostitute who is suppose to do whatever I ask for?"
Chica easily swung her legs over the side of the bed, pulling her corset back up to cover her breasts as well as her panties. "I'd recommend looking up your definition of prostitute. I don't do EVERYTHING. I have rules of my own and since I'm serving YOU, YOU have to obey them, scumbug."
As she got up and gathered her pocket book and jacket, she felt a harsh pull at her hair and she suddenly dropped all her things. Her customer reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her curly hair and yanked it back over to the bed, snarling down at her frightened face. "You better get back on that bed you slut, my time isn't up yet."
Tears formed at the corner of her eyes from the horrible sharp pain she felt shoot through her skull as some of her hair was being pulled from it. Managing to re position herself that allowed her to shove him off, Chica whacked him across the face with her purse, watching him stumbled back on the bed with his pants and boxers still around his ankles. "You better check your fucking time because in my eyes, we're done here." She turned on her heels and stormed out the door, but not before snatching up the $200 that was intentionally left for her in his wallet.
OKAY its p safe from here on out lmao
The other ladies in the main area looked at Chica as she marched past them, shoving the money she technically earned in her skirt pocket while muttering curses under her breath. One of the girls stood up from her spot and gently placed her hand on Chica's shoulder. "Hey Cheeks, what's wrong? Got a shitty one tonight?"
Chica spun around to face her friend, looking frustrated. "Do I look like that much of a skank that I would do anal? Do I?"
Her friend made a face to cover up her suppressed laughter. "No, not at all, cutie. You're gorgeous and should be respected. Don't worry about it. Why don't you go home and get some sleep for tonight, I think we're done for the day."
The young woman sighed and re tied her hair back in it's messy ponytail. "Thanks, I really appreciate. I'll see ya'll later, okay?"
The women in the sitting area all stopped and let out a chorus of "Bye Chica!"'s before she stepped out the door and started to stroll down the street in the direction of her apartment. She was feeling a little blue after that incident still lingering on in her mind. It was typical, those types of costumers. She gets one asshole customer at least once a week, though that was the roughest, most aggressive one this month. Though the abuse was normal, too. Chica learned to take it shortly after she got into prostitution. The only thing that kept her positive was the idea of getting her hands on all the money they would throw at her in the end. That's all she really cared about. It was the only thing keeping her alive.
'Are you proud of me yet, mom?' Chica mused and shook her head at the image of her mother finding out how she was making a living now, but she'd rather not think about it.
The streets were left abandoned that afternoon, being it was a Sunday. That asshole back there probably got home from a lame business trip and needed some well needed pleasure before he had to face his miserable wife. That was the old hum drum back story of all the jerk offs, though Chica does get different mixes. She's had old sophisticated business guy, middle aged father, drunk college frat boy and, although she doesn't like to admit, inexperienced minors who just want to look hot in front of his friends. As long as he had the money, Chica had nothing else to worry about.
Whenever things got physically violent with one of her clients, Chica tried to let off some steam by singing. It was strange to sing nowadays, because no one was interested in her voice unless she was topless. She mainly sang that one song that stuck with her all these years, even though she hadn't heard the record in years-she searched every music store, and while she bought her own Walkman, headphones and CD collection, she was never able to find the one record she played and sang along to with her best friend from so many years ago.
Breathing in the fresh air, Chica began to sing lightly with a spring in her step.
"When you wore a tulip,
A sweet yellow tulip,
And I wore a big red rose,
When you caressed me,
'twas then Heaven blessed me,
What a blessing, no one knows,"
She only heard the sounds of her voice echoing off the walls of the buildings and the click clacks of her high heels on the pavement beneath her feet. She moved to the rhythm of the song, using the heels clicking as a musical instrument. She parted her lips to sing the next verse, but someone sang it for her.
"...You made life cheery, When you called me dearie,
'Twas down where the blue grass grows."
The male voice came somewhere nearby. Her heart skipped a beat when the idea came to her. She didn't want to believe it. Stopping short to listen for anything else, she heard the soft sounds of shoes not too far away. It sounded like they were echoing off the buildings, meaning they were right around the corner.
Chica licked her dry lips and she continue to sing in a shaky voice, and that male voice joined in shortly after she started.
"Your lips were sweeter than julep..."
Chica shuffled over to the street corner and turned her head to the left, and saw no one, and when she turned her head left...
She inhaled slowly, her eyes growing wide when she saw him. "When you wore a tulip."
The man standing down the block to her right froze in place, his expression mimicking hers. "And I wore a-"
"-BIG RE~ED ROSE!" Chica broke out into a sprint despite being in heels, her arms outstretched. The male did the same, his arms out wide, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
"CHICA!"
"BONNIE!"
The woman threw herself in the males arms and the two embraced each other tightly, burring their faces in each other's necks. Chica couldn't suppress the squeal that rose up in her throat and Bonnie just stood their with a goofy smile, at a loss for words.
"Oooh, my Bonnie Bunny!" Chica gushed and squeezed his cheeks together even if he was smiling too fiercely. "Bonnie, Bonnie, I never thought I would see you again!" She pressed a big fat kiss to his forehead, leaving a wet lipstick mark in place.
His face now burning up from the physical affection, Bonnie kept his head bowed to hide from embarrassment. "I thought...the same thing too." His voice cracked, obviously trying to hold back the sudden burst of emotions he wanted to let out. "You've never left my mind all these years, Chica. I've missed you so much."
He took a moment to step back, squeezing her hands as he observed her body. She was busty, curvy, and was certainly seductive with the skimpy outfit she wore; a leather jacket on top of a thin tank top that barely covered his large stomach and flashed too much of her cleavage, a short mini skirt with dark pantyhose underneath. Her brown hair had been dyed blonde and her natural frizzy curls pulled back in a high ponytail with a few bobby pins stuck here and there. Those same lavender eyes from all those years ago were now gazing up at him sweetly, her thick lashes batting when she noticed Bonnie was left staring at her, memorized. Realizing he was staring at her body, Chica's red lips curled into a teasing smile as she leaned forward and pressed her face closer to his.
"You've really missed me?" She murmured provocatively, her hands running up his bare arms, watching his eyes dart all around from her body, to her face, and then to her arms while his cheeks flared up and sweat began to form on his brow.
"A-ah, umm, y-yes...I have..." He felt the inside of his dry mouth with his tongue, lips breaking out in a nervous grin.
Chica giggled at his reaction and bopped him on the nose. "And you still have those funny looking bunny teeth!" She stifled her laugh as Bonnie's hand flew up to his mouth, feeling his buckteeth with a finger and smiling sheepishly.
"Yeah...even all those years with braces couldn't fix this..." Now that Chica noticed, he did have somewhat of a lisp, but he was keeping it under control, as if he's been practicing talking normally for years.
"So, uh," Bonnie released Chica's hands and resumed gripping away at his guitar case handle. "What have you been...up to?" He faltered as he quickly scanned her outfit again, afraid for the answer.
Chica began to twirl her hair around her finger, looking away from Bonnie. "Well, y'know...life as a sex worker is pretty competitive." Her voice dripped with sarcasm and Bonnie chuckle lowly, unsure if she was intending to make a joke. He had a hunch that was the reason behind her current state. The thought made his heart ache. Such a pretty woman shouldn't be resulted to trading sex for money. "Yeah, business is booming. I wake up and do nothing all day until I have to get myself ready for a fun filled sleepless night banging strange guys who have weird fetishes or are depressed. You should try it."
Bonnie didn't laugh this time. Instead he smiled weakly until it melted away when he noticed how deflated she was beginning to look the more she re thought of her current lifestyle. They stood in sullen silence for a few moments before Bonnie glanced down at his guitar case and was struck with an idea.
"Well, you know..." he began, watching Chica's face carefully. "I just had an audition yesterday-for a new restaurant opening up, and they were looking for musicians and singers and...well..."
He stopped to play with his fingers, watching as Chica perked up and gave him a questionable look.
"...You sound just as marvelous as you did all those years ago." He mumbled out, a blush burning from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.
She was flattered from the compliment and was immediately drawn over to Bonnie to give him another smooch right on his cheek, which caused him to freeze up even more. "You are just sweeter than sugar itself, aren't you?" Giggling, she pulled his head away from the kiss, watching him fumbled with his words and anxiously work his fingers in comprehending on what he was going to say next.
"W-well, not...I-I ju-just wanted to let you..ohh!" He slapped his hands over his bright tomato red face and Chica only laughed harder.
"You're such a cutie. Now why don't you show me where these auditions are being held, hm?" She whispered close to his ear and slipped her hand into his, egging him out with a charming smile which he shyly obliged to.
They walked a few blocks towards the restaurant as they traded stories with each other; Chica told him the reason why she left so suddenly that day when they were in elementary school, and Bonnie explained how she was the reason why he became interested in music which led him to take a liking to the guitar. They held their hands tightly together, Bonnie looking down at their intertwined fingers more than Chica, who seemed to use to constant hand holding. Then again, she'd had experience with more than simple hand holding while Bonnie hasn't had a stable relationship with another female in years.
When they approached the building, Bonnie shuffled forward to hold the glass door open for her, which she thanked him for. Stepping in, she took a moment to scan the room and take in it's surroundings.
"Damn, it's rank in here." She tapped her heels against the plastic covered floor and wiped a finger against the freshly painted white walls. "This is a work in progress, right?"
"Of course!" Bonnie held his hands out defensively. "It's under construction right now, but it should be done in a month or so. M-my boss is over there, see?"
He pointed a finger from their place in the lobby to the darker area of the restaurant where Freddy stood by the same chairs like Bonnie saw before, but he was just taking of his coat and top hat and placing them on a spare chair. When the man turned around, he did a double take once he spotted Bonnie waving at him from the back. "Well, well, welcome back, Bonnie! You're right on time. Please, come in."
"A-actually," Bonnie began stepping forward before silently beckoning Chica to follow him, who was staring at Freddy curiously. "I have a friend who would like to try out today, if that's alright with you..."
Freddy stood up straight at the sight of the young lady who was slinking behind the guitarist, giving her the typical quick look up up and down, noting her scuzzy appearance. Bonnie placed a hand on her back and ushered her forward to be face to face with the bigger man. "Freddy, meet Chica. She's an old childhood friend of mind who I ran into on the street just now."
While the thoughts in his head were doubtful, Freddy's face broke out in a big smile as he extended his hand out towards her. "It's a mighty fine pleasure to meet you, Chica." He bowed down and pressed a tender kiss to the back of her hand, standing back up to smile kindly once more. The act caught Chica off guard, who stood their with her agape mouth that was tugging into a smile. With Freddy still holding onto her hand, Chica smirked and gave a flirtatious wink directly at Freddy.
"Why Bonnie," she began in a lustful tone, "you never told me your boss was so handsome and...big."
Freddy's smile quickly fell and was replaced with a look of bewilderment and embarrassment. Bonnie also stood stunned and felt a twinge of jealously when Freddy released his grip on Chica's hand and tugged at his bow tie nervously.
"W-well," Freddy raised a fist to his mouth to clear his throat and Chica still gave him that desirable look. "Miss Chica, are you planning to sing today? Would you tell me what song you're going to use?"
She stopped to look at the small stage, eyeing the piano that he was most likely going to use. Pressing a finger to his chest, Chica spoke in a soft tone. "Actuallyyyyy...I was thinking of using my own source of music." On que, she whipped out one of the CD's from her mini case that was hidden in her purse. Seeing the bewilderment etched out on his face, Chica leaned forward and sprawled the palm of her hand on his chest, giving him big, innocent eyes.
"That is, if you don't mind, sir."
Freddy was left speechless the second time that day, his eyes too focused on the hand putting pressure on his chest and the woman who was naively chewing at her bottom lip.
"Uh-" Freddy shook his head clear from the thoughts fogging his head, very gingerly and politely pushing the woman away from getting any closer to him. "Yes, yes, you may..."
Her alluring demeanor was dropped immediately and was replaced by a cherry, playful smile. "Aw, thanks so much!" She blew a kiss to Freddy before she strolled her way onto the stage. Bonnie had placed his guitar down on the floor and seated himself down during their exchange, trying to think about it too much. As Chica went to go set up, Freddy plopped himself down on the seat next to Bonnie, looking exhausted.
"Where exactly on the street to you meet her?" He asked in a hushed tone.
Bonnie shook his head. "I met her many years ago when I was only 8. But one day she left, and I never saw her again until today. I ran into her while on my way over here because...well...s-she was working as a prostitute-"
"-A sex worker?" Freddy turned to him, more appalled than disgusted unlike what Bonnie anticipated.
"Yeah...but I swear, Freddy, her voice will stun you. We sang all the time when we were kids and I just heard her today...it was amazing, please give her a chance."
Freddy chuckled and batted his hand. "Well of course I'll give her a chance. I would just never think to associate a wonderful voice with..."
They both turned and watched as Chica removed her jacket and fixed her hair while her back faced them.
"...that...type of woman."
Chica spun around and smiled pleasantly at the two boys in the audience. She took a deep breath and hoisted herself up on top of the piano on stage, crossing her legs and making sure that a slip of her garter was revealed until the CD processed the track she set it on. The song began to play; a big band orchestra blasted through the speakers which immediately caught Freddy's attention and caused Bonnie to stay still and watch as Chica began to loosen up to the jazzy rhythm. Her feet began to bounce and her shoulders grooved before she held the microphone up and locked eyes with her audience.
"My mama done tol' me when I was in pigtails
My mama done tol' me, 'Hon
A man's gonna sweet talk and give ya the big eye
But when the sweet talkin's done"
Freddy instinctively leaned back in his chair. His arms were folded across his chest, his finger slowly stroking away at his chin. He lifted his head as his lips began to subconsciously curl into a smile.
Chica slid off the piano with grace, never missing a note, as she strutted to the edge of the stage and took a seat there, her legs crossing again.
"A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing
The blues in the night"
Naturally, Freddy would have ended the song after a few verses. He only needed an idea of how the person performs and a taste of what their voice sounded like. Chica's performance left him in a dazed. Him and Bonnie forgot that they were listening to an audition because of how charismatic Chica was up there, occasionally winking at the boys, lifting her hands and rolling her head back when she reached the higher notes, and closing her eyes towards the end of the song where it got soft and solemn. She got emotional as she finished off the song. She couldn't remember the last time she sang a song all the way through, especially in front of other people. Chica felt the rush of singing her lungs ragged steadily drain out of her as she remained sitting at the edge of the stage, listening to the last couple of notes play before her CD turned itself off. She basked in the afterglow of her performance until Freddy abruptly stood up and began clapping. Chica snapped out of her daze and was flabbergasted when Freddy and Bonnie began happily applauding her, both grinning ear to ear. She eventually broke out in a smile, waving bashfully at their praise.
Freddy was the most surprised about her act, and was now rethinking his decisions prior to letting her performer. Excusing himself, Freddy pulled himself away from the group to look over his notes from earlier auditions. To give him privacy, Bonnie led Chica off the stage and stood a few feet away from the other man. Chica was rubbing her hands together apprehensively while standing face to face with Bonnie.
"You really think he liked me? I dunno, maybe I should have moved around less..." She began muttering under her breath until Bonnie cupped his hands against her cheeks and flashed her an encouraging smile.
"Yes, you did beautifully. I've never heard of such a voice before. You stunned him, believe me..." Chica half groaned and half squealed as she buried her face in Bonnie's chest; her heart pounding in expectancy but his heart pounding for a whole different reason.
They both flinched when Freddy walked up to them, his toothy grin growing wide. He held open his arms and shrugged his shoulders.
"Congratulations."
Chica's breath hitched in her throat and Bonnie squeezed her hand.
"OH THANK YOU!"
The young woman ran over to Freddy and tossed herself in his strong arms, nearly knocking the man of his size over. He laughed uproariously as she pressed a kiss to his temple, still squealing over the good news. Bonnie stayed off to the side, smiling warmly at the sight despite that uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. She was going to be a star after all.