Disclaimer: OK, some people didn't get the lat chapter, but that's alright,
just bear with me. It gets good from now on, I promise. This one is for
Megan, Zidler's Chick, Brown-Eyes, SevenSparkles and Spawkwing Diamond.
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Roxanne
Cocotte
She was stunning. Absolutely beautiful. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She beamed at him.
"What you looking at, huh?" she asked, giggling a little.
"Nothing," he said, trying to clear his head, "Sorry."
"I don't mind, I'm used to it." She replied and pulled up a stool next to him.
"Why's that?" Jack asked, still a little taken aback that she was so confident. She ordered a Buck's Fizz from the barman; a young man named Roger, and turned back to him.
"Because I get looked at a lot in my line of work." Roxanne laughed again and took a sip of her drink.
"Oh!" Jack cried, thinking he understood, "Are you a model?" Roxanne had been gulping down some more drink, but spat it out when she heard him.
"A model!" she shouted, on the verge of hysterics, "A model!" she calmed down a little and placed her glass back on the bar. "Sweetie," she said, leaning closer into him, "I'm a cocotte." Jack frowned. He wasn't exactly one of the sharpest tool s in the knife drawer and he didn't quite understand what a cocotte was.
"A what?" he shouted over the club music.
"A cocotte." She repeated, but seeing the confused look on his face, elaborated a little. "You know, a bawd, brass, call girl, camp follower, courtesan, fallen woman, fille de joie, harlot, hooker, hustler, loose woman, moll, pro, street-walker, strumpet, tart, trollop, white slave or whore?" A look of recognition dawned on his face and she giggled when he scooted away a little. "Do you understand now, baby?"
"Oh my God! You mean you're a…" he paused a little and whispered the last word, "prostitute."
"Got it in one, sweetheart!" she said and threw herself onto the dance floor, leaving poor Jack in a state of shock.
End of Chapter 2. Tell me what you think, flames will be used for toasting marshmallows so I don't mind if I get any. See y'all around. Love S-L. xxx.
Roxanne
Cocotte
She was stunning. Absolutely beautiful. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She beamed at him.
"What you looking at, huh?" she asked, giggling a little.
"Nothing," he said, trying to clear his head, "Sorry."
"I don't mind, I'm used to it." She replied and pulled up a stool next to him.
"Why's that?" Jack asked, still a little taken aback that she was so confident. She ordered a Buck's Fizz from the barman; a young man named Roger, and turned back to him.
"Because I get looked at a lot in my line of work." Roxanne laughed again and took a sip of her drink.
"Oh!" Jack cried, thinking he understood, "Are you a model?" Roxanne had been gulping down some more drink, but spat it out when she heard him.
"A model!" she shouted, on the verge of hysterics, "A model!" she calmed down a little and placed her glass back on the bar. "Sweetie," she said, leaning closer into him, "I'm a cocotte." Jack frowned. He wasn't exactly one of the sharpest tool s in the knife drawer and he didn't quite understand what a cocotte was.
"A what?" he shouted over the club music.
"A cocotte." She repeated, but seeing the confused look on his face, elaborated a little. "You know, a bawd, brass, call girl, camp follower, courtesan, fallen woman, fille de joie, harlot, hooker, hustler, loose woman, moll, pro, street-walker, strumpet, tart, trollop, white slave or whore?" A look of recognition dawned on his face and she giggled when he scooted away a little. "Do you understand now, baby?"
"Oh my God! You mean you're a…" he paused a little and whispered the last word, "prostitute."
"Got it in one, sweetheart!" she said and threw herself onto the dance floor, leaving poor Jack in a state of shock.
End of Chapter 2. Tell me what you think, flames will be used for toasting marshmallows so I don't mind if I get any. See y'all around. Love S-L. xxx.