A/N: These lyrics are the sole property of Angie Aparo (the ORIGINAL
singer of "Cry"). Enjoy and R/R!
On My Own
*If I had just one tear runnin' down your cheek,
Maybe I could cope,
Maybe I'd get some sleep.....*
One..... Two.... Three...... Good, that's all I'll need to take with me..... just 3 small bags.....
"CAT!" Piccolo was in the doorway of my room looking rather frantic.
"I said I was moving out, Piccolo....."
"Please, don't leave, Cat...."
"Look, I know you enjoy having an audience when you fuck my friend but I don't go for that spectator shit..... I used to be the one you loved......"
"I never meant for you to see us!"
I couldn't stand it..... "You just don't get it do you?! Maybe someday you'll want something you thought belonged to you--and only you-- and someone else will take it away. Maybe someday you'll understand what I'm going through."
*If I had just one moment at your expense,
Maybe all my misery,
It would be well spent.... yeah.....*
He isn't crying anymore.... in fact, he looks irritated with me.... guess he's just sick of trouble-making Cat....
I squeezed the handles of my bags and stood in front of Piccolo.
"You're in my way."
"I don't want you to go....."
"Get real, Piccolo-kun. You have a life now. I don't."
Piccolo's eyes cast down to the tile floor, "Cat....."
I sucked in a sharp breath, "You and I both know I don't belong here; you're not mine anymore, Piccolo."
*Could you cry a little?
Lie just a little?
Pretend that you're feeling a little more pain,
I gave, now wanting something in return
So cry just a little for me.....*
I shoved past Piccolo, feeling the caress of his skin for the last time. I'm leaving. There's no turning back now.... I don't belong here.... I don't belong anywhere anymore.
"Cat!" his voice echoed down the hall.
I turned, "What?"
"Are you going back to school?"
"I don't know....."
"Will you ever call to let us know.... you know..... how you're doing?"
"No."
I raced out the door, ignoring Chichi, who sat at the table crying..... ignoring Piccolo as he called my name..... ignoring my heart's plea to stop and look back.
*If your love could be caged,
Honey, I would hold the key,
And conceal it underneath the pile of lies you handed me*
A FEW DAYS LATER
"So...... does Pussy Cat sound good to ya, Ms. Hotchkin?"
I looked at the man in the ridiculous outfit before me; his leopard print jacket, sunglasses, and gelled hair made him look like a freakin' gigolo.
"Yeah, sure...... I guess it'll do," I nodded my head, taking the thong and skimpy triangle top from his outstretched hand.
"The boys'll love ya!" He clicked his tongue against his teeth and winked at me from behind his dark shades.
*And you'd hunt in those lies,
They'd be all you'd ever find,
That'd be all you have to know for me to be fine.... yeah.....*
This place didn't pay as much as the other local bars I'd checked out...... but it had other benefits...... The men here could make offers to take me home. If I wanted to, I could pick the guy that offered the most per hour after my shift ended at 2AM and get a huge wad of cash for a simple fuck. I've heard that some girls have made $4,500 in one night!
And at least my body gets some respect here! The other people I tried to get work from all said my tits were too small and to come back when I got a boob job! Assholes! Maybe I will if I get enough cash here! I'd show them; maybe I'd become the next Playboy Bunny! Then everyone would want me!
"So, you don't mind that I haven't been to high school in awhile?"
Tony, that was my boss' name, just grinned, "School makes you girlies too smart! I like 'em happy and dumb!"
I had to hold back a snarl...... The pay was good, the pay was good; just suffer and get the cash. Plus, Piccolo and Chichi would never come looking for me in this dump. A boob bar in the slums of Hiroshima? I couldn't imagine them lasting a minute in here....
*And you'd cry a little,
Die just a little,
And maybe I'll feel just a little less pain,
I gave, now I'm wanting something in return,
So cry just a little for me.*
"Go try the outfit on, doll face!" Tony smirked and slapped my ass as I walked into the obscenely unprivate dressing room he had behind his desk. "You got an apartment yet, Pussy Cat?"
"No. I'm broke."
"Aw.... Fuck a few tonight and your luck will change."
I almost barfed as he chuckled to himself.
I walked out feeling very self-conscious in the frighteningly high- heeled stilettos, red, lacy thong, and see-through, red, triangle-topped bra.
"Aw, Pussy Cat! You look stunning! What I'd give to be able to have ya for my own! You're a doll!"
*Give it up, baby,
Whimper would be fine,
Some kind of clue that you're doing time,
Some kind of heartache, honey,
Give it a try,
I don't want pity; I just want what is mine...... yeah.....*
I smiled, it felt good to get a complement on my looks..... it'd been awhile since I'd felt pretty.
"Go out there, Cat, and knock 'em dead!"
I turned suddenly and hugged my boss, then smiled when I felt his hands on my hips.
"I'll win their hearts, Tony!"
"Do it, girl!"
I spun on my heel and waltzed outside and into the main hall of the bar. Several men lay in a half-drunken stupor on the bar counter top and tables around the lounge. A girl was already on stage, a rather large group of men howling and cheering as her gyrating hips ground up against a cold, hard pole. I felt myself shudder involuntarily..... that's what sex is gunna feel like to me now..... No more time for love..... I need money.
*Could you cry a little?
Lie just a little?*
I began swaying my hips to the perverted music playing overhead and headed toward the stage. I felt a little more confident when I felt a few men stuffing money in my thong. I was already wanted. I wonder how Piccolo could have resisted me when all these men would pay thousands just to get in my pants? Well, I don't need him anymore.
*Pretend that you're feeling a little more pain?*
The girl on stage smiled at me and gave me the come-hither finger to join her in the spotlight. I strutted the best I could in my heels and pranced up the tiny steps on the side of the pole-adorned stage. I listened to several catcalls and yells before flashing a ruby-lipped smile to the testosterone-ruled crowd before me.
*I gave, now I'm wanting something in return*
The girl grabbed the mike and smiled at me, "Hey all, this is my new buddy, Pussy Cat! She'll need your support tonight to feel right at home as soon as possible! So, boys, let's give her a hot welcome! Perhaps someone might wanna take her home tonight?" she winked at the crowd and I reveled in the roar of shouts and screams of approval to her last comment.
The blondie turned to me and grasped my hips roughly, "Let's show her a good time, boys! I'll break the ice!"
*So cry just a little for me*
Before I could react, Blondie started sliding her body down mine then she proceeded to latch onto my thong with her teeth! The cheers intensified and exploded into a roar when the little bitch began pulling the tiny piece of cloth down my thighs! I think that's when I dug my nails into her hair and yanked up--HARD!
*Yeah..... could you cry a little for me?
Yeah..... cry..... a little..... for me......*
On My Own
*If I had just one tear runnin' down your cheek,
Maybe I could cope,
Maybe I'd get some sleep.....*
One..... Two.... Three...... Good, that's all I'll need to take with me..... just 3 small bags.....
"CAT!" Piccolo was in the doorway of my room looking rather frantic.
"I said I was moving out, Piccolo....."
"Please, don't leave, Cat...."
"Look, I know you enjoy having an audience when you fuck my friend but I don't go for that spectator shit..... I used to be the one you loved......"
"I never meant for you to see us!"
I couldn't stand it..... "You just don't get it do you?! Maybe someday you'll want something you thought belonged to you--and only you-- and someone else will take it away. Maybe someday you'll understand what I'm going through."
*If I had just one moment at your expense,
Maybe all my misery,
It would be well spent.... yeah.....*
He isn't crying anymore.... in fact, he looks irritated with me.... guess he's just sick of trouble-making Cat....
I squeezed the handles of my bags and stood in front of Piccolo.
"You're in my way."
"I don't want you to go....."
"Get real, Piccolo-kun. You have a life now. I don't."
Piccolo's eyes cast down to the tile floor, "Cat....."
I sucked in a sharp breath, "You and I both know I don't belong here; you're not mine anymore, Piccolo."
*Could you cry a little?
Lie just a little?
Pretend that you're feeling a little more pain,
I gave, now wanting something in return
So cry just a little for me.....*
I shoved past Piccolo, feeling the caress of his skin for the last time. I'm leaving. There's no turning back now.... I don't belong here.... I don't belong anywhere anymore.
"Cat!" his voice echoed down the hall.
I turned, "What?"
"Are you going back to school?"
"I don't know....."
"Will you ever call to let us know.... you know..... how you're doing?"
"No."
I raced out the door, ignoring Chichi, who sat at the table crying..... ignoring Piccolo as he called my name..... ignoring my heart's plea to stop and look back.
*If your love could be caged,
Honey, I would hold the key,
And conceal it underneath the pile of lies you handed me*
A FEW DAYS LATER
"So...... does Pussy Cat sound good to ya, Ms. Hotchkin?"
I looked at the man in the ridiculous outfit before me; his leopard print jacket, sunglasses, and gelled hair made him look like a freakin' gigolo.
"Yeah, sure...... I guess it'll do," I nodded my head, taking the thong and skimpy triangle top from his outstretched hand.
"The boys'll love ya!" He clicked his tongue against his teeth and winked at me from behind his dark shades.
*And you'd hunt in those lies,
They'd be all you'd ever find,
That'd be all you have to know for me to be fine.... yeah.....*
This place didn't pay as much as the other local bars I'd checked out...... but it had other benefits...... The men here could make offers to take me home. If I wanted to, I could pick the guy that offered the most per hour after my shift ended at 2AM and get a huge wad of cash for a simple fuck. I've heard that some girls have made $4,500 in one night!
And at least my body gets some respect here! The other people I tried to get work from all said my tits were too small and to come back when I got a boob job! Assholes! Maybe I will if I get enough cash here! I'd show them; maybe I'd become the next Playboy Bunny! Then everyone would want me!
"So, you don't mind that I haven't been to high school in awhile?"
Tony, that was my boss' name, just grinned, "School makes you girlies too smart! I like 'em happy and dumb!"
I had to hold back a snarl...... The pay was good, the pay was good; just suffer and get the cash. Plus, Piccolo and Chichi would never come looking for me in this dump. A boob bar in the slums of Hiroshima? I couldn't imagine them lasting a minute in here....
*And you'd cry a little,
Die just a little,
And maybe I'll feel just a little less pain,
I gave, now I'm wanting something in return,
So cry just a little for me.*
"Go try the outfit on, doll face!" Tony smirked and slapped my ass as I walked into the obscenely unprivate dressing room he had behind his desk. "You got an apartment yet, Pussy Cat?"
"No. I'm broke."
"Aw.... Fuck a few tonight and your luck will change."
I almost barfed as he chuckled to himself.
I walked out feeling very self-conscious in the frighteningly high- heeled stilettos, red, lacy thong, and see-through, red, triangle-topped bra.
"Aw, Pussy Cat! You look stunning! What I'd give to be able to have ya for my own! You're a doll!"
*Give it up, baby,
Whimper would be fine,
Some kind of clue that you're doing time,
Some kind of heartache, honey,
Give it a try,
I don't want pity; I just want what is mine...... yeah.....*
I smiled, it felt good to get a complement on my looks..... it'd been awhile since I'd felt pretty.
"Go out there, Cat, and knock 'em dead!"
I turned suddenly and hugged my boss, then smiled when I felt his hands on my hips.
"I'll win their hearts, Tony!"
"Do it, girl!"
I spun on my heel and waltzed outside and into the main hall of the bar. Several men lay in a half-drunken stupor on the bar counter top and tables around the lounge. A girl was already on stage, a rather large group of men howling and cheering as her gyrating hips ground up against a cold, hard pole. I felt myself shudder involuntarily..... that's what sex is gunna feel like to me now..... No more time for love..... I need money.
*Could you cry a little?
Lie just a little?*
I began swaying my hips to the perverted music playing overhead and headed toward the stage. I felt a little more confident when I felt a few men stuffing money in my thong. I was already wanted. I wonder how Piccolo could have resisted me when all these men would pay thousands just to get in my pants? Well, I don't need him anymore.
*Pretend that you're feeling a little more pain?*
The girl on stage smiled at me and gave me the come-hither finger to join her in the spotlight. I strutted the best I could in my heels and pranced up the tiny steps on the side of the pole-adorned stage. I listened to several catcalls and yells before flashing a ruby-lipped smile to the testosterone-ruled crowd before me.
*I gave, now I'm wanting something in return*
The girl grabbed the mike and smiled at me, "Hey all, this is my new buddy, Pussy Cat! She'll need your support tonight to feel right at home as soon as possible! So, boys, let's give her a hot welcome! Perhaps someone might wanna take her home tonight?" she winked at the crowd and I reveled in the roar of shouts and screams of approval to her last comment.
The blondie turned to me and grasped my hips roughly, "Let's show her a good time, boys! I'll break the ice!"
*So cry just a little for me*
Before I could react, Blondie started sliding her body down mine then she proceeded to latch onto my thong with her teeth! The cheers intensified and exploded into a roar when the little bitch began pulling the tiny piece of cloth down my thighs! I think that's when I dug my nails into her hair and yanked up--HARD!
*Yeah..... could you cry a little for me?
Yeah..... cry..... a little..... for me......*