I'e been having more health issues and shit. So I'm really trying to get this story clued up asap
Sorry guys, if things feel a bit rushed for now on end. I just can't keep putting it off and making it wait
If I don't finish it, I'll feel like I can't accomplish anything. So I got to do it now before anything else comes up in my life.
I write a chapter for EVERY WEEK Vaughn came to the stinking island. It's ridiculous really, and it's time to get stuff moving.
The next chapter will be just like this. Only it will be for the full season of Spring. Then the next will be for the full season of summer.
Then it will take 2-3 more chapters until the story is done. So I'm talking like, 5 chapters.
And maybe an epilogue, if my health agrees. I do have one planned, but it's really long.
Sorry if I'm letting anyone down. I'm still going to include shit that's going on in their life. Spring will be pretty shitty and uneventful in the Club and on the Farm. But I promise Summer will be much more interesting. It will be the same, just not as dragged out.
I mean, seriously. This is my 54th chapter, it's been going on for far to long. I re-read the whole story and I'm realizing now that I am displeased with it all and I can't wait to get it over with :(
Sorry for being a party pooper, but I just got so much going on in my real like- and I need to direct my full attention to that. but this will be finished, quickly.
Chapter 54: New Year's Eve
Vaughn
Winter 31
I stared out the window, watching the sun slowing come closer to us. Or, are we getting closer to the sun?
I shook my head, knocking the stupid thoughts out of my head. Either way, winter is on its way out. And spring is coming in fucking fast. I have so much to do, and so little time. It's my opportunity to start off fresh again, and try to do something with this shit hole. If I don't, not a damn soul is gonna.
Taking a very deep breath, and letting out a harder sigh- I turned around and to throw the dinnerware on the table.
Dinnerware for one person, might I add. Natalie never exactly fucking worked out, that was a bomb. I'm not quite sure what the hell I expected out of it anyway, it's not like I was going to be sharing the evening with an intellectual and friendly human being. She is, for lack of better words, a fucking bitch.
I grabbed the steaming pot of kraft dinner, and poured some cheese into the noodle. It's not exactly gourmet, but feeding myself is the last thing on my goddess damn mind.
Anyway, back to the bitch. We met at the diner, where she proceeded to bash and complain to Nick about the lack of food on his menu. Then, she made a complaint about how long the man was taking to prepare the meal. After that, she complained about how whiney her mother is after Taro passed. Then, she decided to offend me when she pointed out the milk, which was absolutely fucking phenomenal, tasted like cow shit. She didn't have anything interesting to say the whole night, just gabbed about how much of a whimp Lanna is, and spoke terrible things about Julia.
I didn't fucking listen to most of it. Until she asked if I heard from Chelsea recently, which I replied "No, I have no idea where she is- but if I did, I wouldn't be sitting here with you."
Her face then turned the same color as her hair, her eyes grew wild- that's when stuff went even worst.
She was right about one thing, we are a lot alike. Perhaps too much- the only difference is I don't like shit like that bother me.
So, that didn't exactly work out. Like I said, I don't know what I though going into it. I should have none it was a fucking stupid idea, it's not like Natalie is my type at all. I don't even have a type anymore, I'm just destined to be a-fucking-lone for the rest of my existence. To just rot away slaving my ass over this farm, that was left behind by the only possible person that could have stuck around with me for a pretty long time.
But no, she's long gone. Doing goddess knows what; so now I'm here hanging out on New Year Eve, ringing it in by myself. I could go down to Mirabelle's with Her, Julia, Elliot, and the youngster- but nah, the kid is too fucking loud.
Chelsea
Winter 31
I strutted onto the stage; of course I have no better way to ring in the new year. Not that I'm particularly looking forward to it or anything.
I looked up to make sure Danny was standing across from me. He is still featured in my songs, usually just rapping in the background to add more dimension to the songs. Of course, this club can afford stuff like that now. It's pretty wild how high class this place is coming, it's so classy that I can't show nipple now. I'm pleased with that; it's just annoying though- because I have to be taped perfectly into my outfits. God forbid a wardrobe malfunction.
Upgrade U - Beyonce
Danny: Hehehe Yeah C,
Talk your shit heheh (partner let me upgrade you)
How you're gonna upgrade me?
What's higher than number one
you know I used to beat that block
Now I be's the block (partner let me upgrade you)
Chelsea: I hear you be the block
But I'm the lights that keep the streets on
Notice you the type that like to keep them on a
Leash though
I'm known to walk alone
But I'm alone for a reason
Sending me a drink ain't appeasing
Believe me
Come harder this won't be easy
Don't doubt yourself trust me you need me
This ain't a shoulder with a chip or an ego
But what you think they all mad at me for
You need a real woman in your life
That's a good look
Taking care, home is still fly
That's a good look
I'm gonna help you build up your account
Thats a good look
Better yet a hood look,
Ladies thats a good look
When you're in them big meetings for the mills
Thats a good look
It take me just to compliment the deal
Thats a good look
Anything you cop I'll split the bill
That's a good look
Better yet a hood look
Believe me
Ladies that's a good look
Partner let me upgrade you
Audemars Piguet you
Switch your neck ties to purple labels
Upgrade you
I can (up), can I (up)
Lemme upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Flip a new page
Introduce you to some new things &
Upgrade you
I can (up),
Can I (up), let me
Upgrade you
(partner let me upgrade you)
Clapping filled through the dark room, I didn't smile. Usually applause makes one smile, but I don't. Not because I won't, it's because I can't. Smiling is not considered sexy here; I'm told not to do it on stage. Not unless I'm making flirtatious eye contact with someone, of course.
Other than that, I'm told to keep my face 'strong and sexy' for I am an independent woman made for men to chase.
I'm nervous about the next song- because I'm be using a new prop. A curtain behind me rose into the air, revealing the glitzy object. It's something Ronnie made an investment in, and of course, it would be just as flashy and glamorous as she. Since its new year's, she found it fitting to introduce this giant glass martini glass. It's the size of a miniature plastic wading pool, only it's about 12 feet off the ground and filled with bubbles.
Pink bubbles.
I snickered, as the next song started. I grabbed the stem of the glass, and began to work my way up the pole. Of course, a ladder would be much too simple. No man or lesbian would pay their way into a strip club (if that's what I should still call it) to watch the lead performer climb up and ladder into a pool of bubbles. They want me to grind that pole.
And, I'm going to give those horny fuckers exactly what they came here for.
Luxurious – Gwen Stefani
I climbed my way to the top, and submerged into the bubbles. Bubbles overflowed from the glass from my sudden weight, splashing over the rim.
I let the French words escape my lips, making sure to make eyecontact with about every man in the audience. I'm still finding it difficult and awkward to look at women that way, but whatever. C'est pas possible cet amour, c'est incroyable.
Tu me fais transpirer, c'est parfait.) Don't ask me what that meant, I have no idea. I was just told to do it.
Working so hard every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back
I smothered the bubbles up around my body and breast, letting myself then unclip my bra I was wearing. Although I can't show nibble, I can cover them with bubbles. If that makes any since to ya.
Champagne kisses hold me in your lap of luxury
I only want to fly first class desires, you're my limousine
So elegant the way we ride, our passion it just multiplies
There's platinum lightning in the sky
Look I'm livin' like a queen
I led onto my back in the bubble, putting one leg in the sky while stroking it with my fingers from the toe right to my hip. They love that kind of thing.
This kind of love is getting expensive
We know how to live baby
We're luxurious like Egyptian cotton
We're so rich in love we're rollin' in cashmere
Got it in fifth gear baby
Diamond in the rough is looking so sparkly
With that, I let my thumbs get caught in the waist line of my panties- Sliding them very seductively over my legs. I twirled the underwear around on my finger until it flew off and landed somewhere, not quite sure where though.
Champagne kisses hold me in your lap of luxury
I only want to fly first class desires, you're my limousine
So elegant the way we ride, our passion it just multiplies
There's platinum lightning in the sky
Look I'm livin' like a queen
Working so hard every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back
(Tu est si jolie c'est pas possible. C'est jamais assez... c'est jamais assez.
Tu me fais plein. Toutes les choses tu me fais sentir, c'est parfait.
Je suis bien avec toi... je suis bien.
The curtain began to lower, as I still mumbled French nonsense to the audience. "Seriously, who the hell spends their New Year's Eve at a strip club?"
"Oh, Cherry." I heard Ronnie rushing to the stage, "This is not a strip club anymore. This is," She pondered for a second, "This is more of a Gentleman Club."
"Yeah?" I snickered, "Well, explain why there are just as much dykes and lipstick-lesbians here."
She completely ignored my comments, and continued to condemn me on my excellent bubble bath performance. "Cherry, you were just outstanding. That Martini Glass is going to be a success." She then trailed off, "Maybe every Sunday night, we can have a Martini night. Martinis 2 for 1, and you will perform in the glass the whole night."
I could see money signs in her eyes. And I could also feel how future wrinkly skin from soaking in water for too long.
"Hey!" Danny intruded, "Sunday nights are lady nights, what will happen to my performances?"
Ronnie rolled her eyes while walking away dramatically "Oh, please. More girls show up to watch Chelsea than they do you, Daniel."
He shook his head, with a smirk plastered across his face. "It's true, you know."
I laughed, as I let myself slide down the glass pole. "Only because you reek of gay."
"Whatever." Danny mumbled, "Get your shit, I'm ready to get the hell out of here."
I nodded in agreement, still stark naked. Not really caring, everyone back stage have seen my body. It's natural for me to talk to anyone naked as it would be if I was in a snow suit.
"Your ass is getting bigger." Danny pointed out,
"About time I started to fill out again." I joked, "Hopefully I bring in more tips."
I threw on a pair of track pants and my hoodie. I followed Danny out to his car and jumped aboard. We live together now; he got kicked out of his group house for inviting guys over and being too loud. He had nowhere to stay, and I was sick of taking the metro bus to work every night.
The only people who take the bus are pedophiles, hobos, hookers, and drunks. I sure I fit in there somewhere, but I pretend that I don't.
But anyway, I wanted rides to and from work. And danny needed somewhere to stay. It's like the perfect match made in heaven. Only he's gay and I'm mentally ill.
"Happy New Year, by the way."
I smirked, looking at the clock that read 3:00 am. "Thanks, you too."
"What's your resolution?" he proceeded to ask me,
"I have never made one before."
"Seriously, Chelsea?" he did act surprised, "I thought everyone did that."
"There's no point," I stated, "No one every keeps their resolution, so I don't make them."
"That's only because they set their goals too high" he said, "or they are too lazy to work for them."
"Yeah." I closed off the uninteresting conversation.
"Mine is: I want to get another part time, just singing. I don't care where, just a gig with my guitar." He paused for a second, "That's realistic enough"
I nodded, "You should." He always says out he hates the music he is expected to sing at the club. He is more of a cute guy with a guitar. Not a gangster with pants down over his ass.
"How about you?" he probed me again, "What's something you want to have more of in your life?"
"Animals." I replied without any thought, "I mean, I went from filling two barns, to nothing."
"Too bad the apartment doesn't allow pets."
I sighed, already in defeat over my only possible resolution. "I know."
Dan slowed down to a red light, "That don't mean you can't be around them though." He said, "Why don't you start volunteering at an Animal Adoption Centre?" he then smirked, "You know what it's like to be abandoned. You can help give the animals a second chance, like Ronnie did for you."
I rolled my eyes, finding a joke in the situation, "I would never color a cat red, and tell it to show the Tom cats her titties."
He shook his head, "I swear, your negativity is coming out." He then got snide with me, "Ever since you made that stupid phone call to the island."
"Don't even" I growled through my teeth, "I honest to god had that forgot about."
"Yeah, it don't surprise me." He said, "The past two years you have gotten dumped, ran away, homeless, raped, came back to stripping, chopped your hair off and went red, kissed 28 males completely sober, heard your ex-cowboy has a youngster" he took a breath, "You try to act like you haven't even gotten knocked down once."
"That's because I'm fine, Captain Obvious" I pointed out, But am I really 'fine'?
"For fuck sakes, Chelsea." He mumbled with defeat, "You were fucking raped, and you don't even care."
"Rape isn't awful." I let out, "It was fast and east. It's how I was brought into this world. What more can I expect from life." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
He didn't say anything. But I can tell by the look on his face that he was worried.
Maybe he should be, I don't blame him. I'm a fucking mess, and I'm not sure what I'm doing with myself. But as long as I have a roof over my head and food in my stomach, I don't give a fuck anymore.
Besides, maybe volunteering might bring some warmth to my freezing cold heart.
