Two.
Disclaimer: I also do not own, nor am I trying to endorse, any of the fashion brands/companies/designers I mention in this chapter.
9:00PM. Time to whore up.
Maybe you don't know this, but being a skank is a really hard job half of the time. When I get ready to go out, it seriously takes me at least 2 hours to get presentable. The process is long and tedious. First, shower. I always use lukewarm water, it makes the skin softer. I have to shave my legs too. Honestly, I absolutely despise hairy legs. It's disgusting and vile. When I look at someone's legs I want to see a smooth palette of marble, not a forest of twisted follicles.
The worst part of dressing up is actually trying to find a nice outfit. Fascinating enough, my wardrobe is probably bigger than Janice Dickinson's. There's various amounts of t-shirts, tube tops, tanks, baby doll tops, sweaters and jackets sprawled around everywhere and the number of jeans I have is almost unbelievable. I have at least 10 pairs from Lucky Brand, 5 from DKNY, and all the other ones from all these other various places that I've forgotten. Don't tell anyone, but I sometimes borrow jeans from my customers. What? I don't think any of them actually notice anyways, they're having too much fun with me.
Then the shoes. Oh dear God, the shoes. There's honestly way to many. The floor of my closet is full of boxes of boots, sneakers, heels, platforms, slip-ons, and lace-ups. I've got Gucci, Armani, Louis Vuitton. You name it, I totally got it. It's a bit strange because I have enough to spend on all these clothes, but by the end of the month I don't have enough for rent. Wonder how that is, hmm?
After tearing my wardrobe to shreds, I finally find something to wear. I end up with a nice skin fitting V-cut long white sleeved shirt, these tight as hell leather jeans, and white Gucci boots that I stole from Seph (Shh! Keep that a secret too!). I also put one of my favorite necklaces. It was a present Kadaj had gotten for me two years ago. It's a sweet little thing too. He made it himself.
The necklace is made of this glittery, sparkly metal that I don't know of. Somehow, he was able to form the thing into an ouroboros. I have to admit, it is a bit tacky, but the meaning really warmed my heart. It's supposed to symbolize infinity and unity. Yeah, that does sound sort of corny, but it's a beautiful thing and it's definitely something I would never give up. Well, maybe...
The club was packed when I arrived. The place is called "Venus bleu". I think that's French. Or German? Whatever.
Anyways, it's supposed to be one of the best of the best clubs in this city. Major actors and actresses have come here, as well as musicians and entertainers. And if your not famous, than you gotta have one fine piece of ass to be accepted in. Either that or pockets full of cash. I'm lucky though since I know one of the bouncers. His name is Tseng, and he's a pretty handsome guy too. I should know since I gave him a blowjob one time back when I was still an amateur.
So after having a little sweet talk with Tseng, I was finally allowed in and wow. It wasn't like all the other clubs I've been to at all. Inside there were pillars of marble and the floors glistened and reflected almost everything. Lights were shining and flickering. Blue, red, pink, green, the whole fucking rainbow! The DJ was doing an awesome job too. The smell of drugs and sex was evident.
"Damn.", I said to myself while rubbing my right ear. "I'm under dressed." But oh well.
After only 45 minutes I'm dancing my mind away. The kids in the place were beautiful. I'm rubbing crotches with a guy that has the most luxurious black hair and it smelled amazing too, giving him extra points.Who knows, maybe I'll end up fucking this kiddo. I don't know how long we were dancing but after a while, my tongue started to get as dry as a 40 year old va-jay-jay. Ah! Time for voooodkaaa!
I turn around to my dancing partner and lick his bottom lip. "'S'cuze me babe, my mouth needs some moisturizing."
"You don't need to go to the bar for that.", he says cleverly. I just laugh.
When I got up to the bar, I asked for a bottle of vodka (of course) and a glass. The bartender had a cute, blonde, virgin face but his hair looked sharp and spiky enough to cut me in half.
Besides these two kids practically having sex on the bar table, I was the only one there for a drink. So I decided to talk to the kid. I don't turn on my game, mainly because he wasn't really my target for the night. Nor was he on "The List".
"Hey, blondie!", I yell.
The boy turns around, looking almost frightened. My heart drops a few centimeters and so does my liver. Really, first I scare a couple of brunettes on the subway, and now this guy?
"U-Uh. Yes, do you want anything else?"
Gee, a fidgety kid huh?
"No actually, I just want to know why your hair looks like it's gonna chop me up." After saying that I could tell he was starting to get really uncomfortable. He almost dropped a glass and his face turned bright pink. My mind was going into fanboy mode (Awww!). I started to contemplate on whether he would be my new target or not. I mean, he was cute enough, but he didn't seem like the type to have a fuck session with a random guy. Especially if that guy is like me.
After almost 2 minutes of silence, the kid finally said something. "E-er, uh-uhm, it's just like that I s-suppose.", he managed to get out. I almost rolled my eyes and scowled but I resisted. He was probably one of those "sensitive" types, or whatever they call them.
"Hm. I see.", I replied coolly, sipping at my drink. I was starting to get bored of this guy. "What's your name anyways, spiky head?"
He hesitated a few moments before telling me.
"Cloud. My name is Cloud."
And this time, he didn't stutter.
A/N: Well, that's all for now. My mind is seriously going to shut down at the moment. :D
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