Her Vice

(18): 6 Inch Heels.

Ominous.
Trinity was the definition of a hot mess. Her hair wild and unkept, her silk dress from the night before falling off of her slumbering body, an empty Hennessy bottle underneath her and a cigarette burning in the ashtray. She rubbed her nose and glanced around in confusion, groaning at her aching body as her eyes fought to focus on the time.
"Fuck!" She jumped to her feet once she noticed it was seven at night. Past her shift time. Grabbing her phone on the floor near the door along with her other personal contents, she fumbled with the dead phone. "Damn, damn, damn!" She beat on her head like an untrained child. Walking around to get her hands on some aspirin, popping two and starting the shower. "Not today." She groaned and pressed her burning head on the cooling tile, almost drifting back off until she felt her body moving forward. Sighing softly as she sat in the lukewarm water, splashing the water around as she rushed to scrub her filthy skin. She moved like life would slip from her fingers.

Grabbing one of the multiple pill bottles from her cabinet and popping two, like it was candy. Grabbing her keys and gym bag making her way to Treasure. Knowing damn well this is the last place she wanted to be. Already feeling the raft of Dylan when she entered, he was going to chew her head off. Oh was he now. That just may be an understatement. He had a mouthful for Ms. Trinity. As soon as he got the notification that she made her way in he stormed down to the dressing room, finding her out of it and fumbling around with her makeup bag and hair tools.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He barked in her ear, she glanced up at him slowly. Barely phased.

"What I do now," she sighed and swirled her brush around in the brick toned shadow.

"I work my ass off to get you opportunities and you just let them go like it ain't shit. Ruining ya self, ya reputation, know how stupid you is for that?" She rolled her eyes and her mind wandered somewhere else.

"Okay," she focused at blending her eyeshadow in her crease.

"I wanna see you after ya done with." He spoke before walking out fiddling with his goatee, Trinity watched him momentarily before going back to her makeup.

"What was that about?" Desi asked, looking over at Dylan glaring back into the room as he conversated with a guard. Trinity simply shrugged not wanting to be bothered by much conversation. Her mind was elsewhere and she was suffering the worst hangover of all lifetime.

Once Trinity had completely transformed herself into peach, dressed in a latex and mesh set, her pink bob laid perfectly, jewels and bold makeup decorating her face and six inch heels to extend her long, brown legs. "I look good?" She already knew. Adjusting her hipster panty higher on her hip and seeing how it complimented her round ass. Letting out a shaky sigh before grabbing her Hennessy mixed with Ace, sipping on it quickly. The smooth liquor gliding down her throat and burning at her rapid beating chest. "Yes honey!" She smiled slightly and wiped under her red eyes. Strutting towards the curtains until she got to the stage,"Welcome the one, the only Peach." The led lights flashed and caused her eyes to squint from the intensity. Everyone drooled over her beauty and watched as she sexily posed and danced. Once she was done she had her mesh bra hanging from her finger and her thong left on someone's lap. Making her way back in as the other girls got ready, only if she knew she was just the topic of conversation a few seconds ago.

"Hey girl," Lexx gave her a smile, just making her way in.

"You glowing?" Trinity glanced her over as she threw on a big shirt and grabbing her sweats.

"Yes," Her cheeks beamed red as she set her bag down.

"You got some dick didn't you?" Trinity shoved all of her things back into her bag, finding no use of staying much longer.

"Girl you already know!" They slapped hands and grinned.

"Aye, so things good with you and Craig?"

"Not exactly. But what he doesn't know won't kill him," Trinity shook her head before saying her goodbyes and leaving up to see what Dylan wanted. Not forgetting to grab her plastic bag. Impatiently waiting to get off on the floor before making her way through. Knocking on his door twice before walking through, "What you wanna talk about?" She completely subsided the fact that he was sucked down. The things that life has presented Trinity has left her unphased with a lot of things people would find embarrassing.

"Trinity, you see I'm doing shit!" He hollered at her house with irritation flooding his white skin.
"Okay and?" She tucked a piece of hair, leaning against the doorframe.
"Get up," he tapped the broad and she cleaned around her mouth before adjusting her clothes, leaving out. Glancing Trinity up and down making sure to nudge her on the way out. "Bitch." She said loud enough for her to hear as Dylan zipped his slacks back up.
"What's up with you?" She focused her attention back to him.
"My blood pressure, what you wanna see me for?" She sighed, irritated.
"Why you always got a ducking attitude? Shit mad unattractive." He turnt his face up at her.
"That's cool." Her patience seemed to wear thinner by everything he said. He shook his head not even sure what he was going to say before. "I was actually thinking..." She sighed and tightened her grip around herself.
"Something that's rare," he mumbled and she scoffed.
"I'm quitting." He furrowed his eyebrows at her, lost for words honestly.
"Why exactly? You just started doing well."
"Exactly," she was on her way out but Dylan stopped her.
"Is you serious? Why?" She hunched her shoulders and he shook his head before counting off her last pay and handing it over to her.
No words were further exchanged.