So this chappy will give details of characters and Im attempting a new style of writing also. I just feel my current style is a little boring and doesn't flow how I want.
Enjoy!!!!!!
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"Ahhhhh.... I should do baths like this more often." Maybe I could if I didn't have so many 'clients ' calling for appointments at random.
Stepping out of the long since cold water, I wrap a towel around my bare form and observed my reflection in the mirror over the 'hers ' sink.
Vivid honey eyes reflect back at me in equal observation as I take in the woman/teen before me. Exotic olive skin, dark even in her heritage, adorned with big, pouty naturally pink tinted lips sit just below a smallish nose. But my eyes are draw to the sinful, angled orbs that speak of desires that promise to be sated, framed by long dark lashes. All shadowed by wavy waist length auburn hair.
My eyes, reluctantly, leave the young woman's face, trailing down her long neck, slender shoulders to the pert full breasts protruding from the towel lightly clentched in her right hand.
My eyes, involuntarily roam back up to make eye contact once again. A closer look into her golden orbs, beneath the sin, is a fragile young girl. I observe the pain she tries to hide and give her a weak smile for her bravery.
A small knock at the door and the squeak of it opening brings me from my trance.
"Hey, what's for breakfast? " Chanté asks. I expect as much. Its the same question she asks every morning.
"Pancakes, pork sausage, and either a fruit salad or eggs." comes my simple reply.
Chanté is the opposite of me in appearance and personality. Where my appearance is sinful and exotic, her's is the epitome of sweet and bubbly. Long blonde hair atop a heart shaped face with large Doe like blue eyes and a slender, yet elegant frame.
"Eggs. I like fruit but eggs seem more breakfasty to me. "
"Eggs it is. "
Rendering my face of the last traces of enhancement, I dress myself quickly in an easily removed set and pull my fuzzy pajamas over it and head to the kitchen.
Chanté is nowhere to be seen as I pull the pre-made batter from the fridge.
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Piling he remaining bit of scrambled eggs onto the already overflowing plate, Chanté strides from her end of the flat freshly showered wearing cutoff ripped shorts, a floral chiffon tank, and my missing brown pointed toe flats.
I'm not upset that she's wearing them after they had mysteriously disappeared over a week ago. Its quite the contrary. I'm actually very amused.
I can recall her protests and hurt feelings when I asked if she knew by any chance where I may have misplaced them. She gave a long dramatic speech about my lack of trust and how hurt she is about my accusation and she was a lot of things but not a thief. And my favorite statement 'besides chic, those kicks were drab. I wouldn't be caught dead in those granny church shoes'. From the way she's scarfing down those sausage, I'm pretty sure she's still alive.
Typical.
My flats are the least of my worries at the moment.
"And what do you plan to eat chic? " can barely be heard through the mouthful of pancake she currently trying to swallow.
"Nothing. I'm on a strict diet remember. "
Another of our many differences. Chanté will always her slender frame no matter how much she eats. Whereas just the scent of a chocolate chip causes me to gain five pounds. So I've placed myself on a very strict, tight eating and workout plan.
It may sound okay, but I am very aware its not. But it is simple. And has caused a few enquiries from girls I've encountered that want to know how I maintain myself for clients.
I try not to eat. Anything eaten is regurgitated a quarter of an hour later. And I dedicate all my free time to my treadmill. And when I'm stressed I pop my favorite fat burning pills double the recommended dosage.
Not exactly healthy, but it works for me.
"I forgot about your suicide diet. how much you loose this week? 5, a tooth, or some of your hair? "
She mocks me. And as always, I don't retaliate.
'Lu Lu Lu luxury. Fuck me. I'm a celebrity ...'
Its an unknown caller.
Fresh meat.
I click to answer it and it is immediately taken from my hands.
I watch her as she screens the client, incorrectly I might add.
"So who do you want to play with Daddy? "
pause
"Are you sure you can handle that? "
pause
"Alrighty big daddy. See you then. "
She ends the call.
"We have an hour long two girl special " she calls over her shoulder in route to her end of the flat. "in 15 minutes. "
I take my time with my makeup. A flawless face is the first step to a faster release in my opinion.
Rapid knocks on the wall signal that she has already let him in.
Showtime.
