Doll house

Part one

2 years later....

It was a cool summer night in mid July. I lived in a one bedroom apartment in Las Vegas, with my sister Trish. The sun was dimming as the moon began to rise. The start of a better night. A diner I was recently working at close by, closed down. I no longer have a job as a waitress. At still had the income to afford our rent, but she was a stripper.

I was applying a light foundation and powder, and I stuck on false eyelashes with a hazy smokey eyeshadow. With a touch of red lips. Tonight we were heading to a new club in town known as "Doll House". It was stealing tons of business lately. The girls were in vintage corsets, some skirts, some one pieces, and some jump skirts. It was like taking those old time photos and putting on those costumes down the shore. The girls were known as "Dolly's".

I picked out a red tight crop top that made my bust look bigger than usual with a push up bra. A high wasted white skirt that closed in my hips. And has a split opening on the side, going mid way. With matching red strappy heals. I styled my blonde hair with by curling it with some gel, and brushing through it to create a wavy effect, as it just reaches below my shoulders.

"Rachael, you ready?" Trish giggled by my bedroom door. She smirked eyeing me up and down. "Girl, you're getting laid tonight!" And I tried to hide my dumb smile.

"So it looks good?" I nervously asked looking in the mirror, looking side to side. As I debated whether my look was appealing enough.

"If I wasn't your sister, Id bang you right now!" She half laughed.

I admired my sister, she was only a year older, she had blue eyes, long bleach blond hair, curvy like me but thicker. Her bust and bottom way bigger than mine. As she had on a 2 part white dress. And gold heels with matching gold accessories. She was always smiling, always looking out for self and me, and never needed a man. She smiled at me once more as she clicked her heels together and headed for the door and I followed her out.

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We made it too doll house. The security recognized my sister and let us right in. The ceiling was high and furniture was vintage and furnished like a doll house. The floors were hardwood but everywhere you stepped the pieces would glow different colors. The miraculous amount of light and color eased the room. Trish went to the dance floor, grinding on every guy she could find. I took a seat at the bar.

I felt like a lost puppy but I decided to order a drink, I picked up the menu and noticed all the drinks related to childhood things. Teddy bear, lolly pop, building block, gummy bear, and more. I decided on a gummy bear, it was vodka, sprite, and gummy bears. One gummy bear I said to the dolly. She passed me my drink and I downed it in seconds.

My server had Crimson red hair matching her red jump skirt corset coordinate. She reminded me of a Barbie dipped in kool laid. But she had this edge to her, that was surely appealing.

Later I went for seconds, then thirds.

"What's your name?" She asked, attempting to make conversation, especially since I scared off most guys attempting to sit with me.

"Rach, well Rachael." I said drinking my 4th gummy bear. As my vision got a little hazy.

"Im Becky" she smiled. Ironic because she had devil red hair, and Becky sounded like a Malibu Barbie as a cheerleader.

She passed me another round and we just started socializing and becoming friendly. I don't really have friends, except my sister, but that was the only family I had. After I lost my job, things got more lonely. I really had nothing. This was the most communication i've had in a while. We started to make fun of the people here and their uniforms and acting like we've been friends for a while.

I went out with her for her cigarette break. A little more relaxing from the loud music playing inside, not really my scene and away from weird loners trying to hit on me.

She pulled out a pack of Marborlo Reds, "want one?" She extended one.

"No thanks, I have Newport 100s." And I pulled out mine and started to smoke. I only began smoking, since it was my only way to take breaks at my previous jobs, and it became a habit.

"Do you like your job?" I finally asked.

She didn't really know how to respond, she was looking for the right words, like something was hidden. "Erm..it has its ups and downs." She fake smiled.

"Do..you think, I could apply?" I nervously asked. And pretty drunk.

Her eyes widened at the ideas and a smile grew upon her face. "Are you sure?"

"I lost my job, I could use a new one." I half laughed, feeling a bit out of it,

Her arms tightened around me quickly, as she held me in her grasp. "Yay! The girls would love you, you'd make a great addition to the team." She took out her phone, after she let go from our embrace. "Give me your number, I'll talk to my boss about a interview!"

I grabbed a hold of her phone and put my number in. I had a weird knot in my stomach, but it couldn't be bad, this was good. So I pushed that negativity to the back and leaped with joy, and drunkness.

After we finished out cigarettes, we headed back inside. I noticed a pair emerald eyes were laid on me. Whom I didn't seem to notice earlier. And they followed me and Becky back to her station. My emotions felt a bit lose, fight had taken over my impaired body a little with a slight chill.

"Who was that?" I asked pointing to the boy who eyed us down.

"Erm..just the boss's son" Becky said with the fakest laugh ever. But i was too drunk to care. And just smiled back. But those eyes didn't leave my mind.