15:12 am.
She opens the car door, exits , and slams it behind her.
It was 15:12 am, and it's taken her about an hour or two to get from the clients house and back to the factory...
She press's her finger against the car keys lock button in her hand, locking the black mini cooper she's parked across the street and takes a moment to have a glare at the building...
A large white wide building ...with a flat tiled roof and one forth glass wall. It was built in the streets of palmwood avene...a long and sloppy road.
But it's biggest attraction was the huge sign stating out ' lu's Angels' high above the building in flashing lights.
...it never occured to her why Lucinda named it ever so ,one way or another, it was her home, and she couldn't ask for anything more.
A house, filled with more than ten private rooms, for a single prostitude and her client and three rooms even more confidential.
They made money here, not alot...but enough, and she, Mackenzie Foxx, was well known around the slopes. She made the most money, she had skills, skills she didn't even know she was even capable of.
" Tyra!...Babe!" Mackenzie yells...entering the building...finding her self in the main room, where thier clients would be seated, and next door was the kitchen...that was one of the rooms which are off limits to the clients, that room along with the girls slumber rooms, where the girls would rest, as Well as lucinda's office.
She received no response, alone, in the carpeted room with nothing but two couches and a counter. The rooms well were plasted with cloth like wallpaper, red and bright. There was a coffee table where the couches were placed by the corner and one light and ceiling fan.
"Any one!?"
"We're in here!" She hears a sound coming from the kitchen near by.and she walks to the door with a warning sighn, and pushed it open.
She enters into an open room, with two younge girls sitting around an oval circular wooden table drinking hot coffeen.
The kitchen was quite big...the floors and walls were tiled, the tiles being a cream white colour and with a small drawing of a pink bucay of flowers in the centre of each one.
There was a door leading to the back...an oval table in the centre of the room, a rusty old oven near the marble counters, one having a kettle placed upon it.
a row of cabinets plasted on one wall...a kitchen sink, and one flikkering light on the ceiling . Every thing was in white... and the only shred of colour came from the kitchen window certain.
The ceiling fan was twisting and twirling...there were several flies around, summers one disadavantage and to finish it off There was neo-clasaical music coming from the old black radio, and Mackenzie couldn't be curtain of the genre.
"Hay bobo" Tyra smiles playfully...and Mackenzie returns the gesture placing her bag on the kitchen counter.
Tyra was her closest amungs the girls... she was brunette, short, and had dull brown eyes. she was beautiful, with wet pink lips and perfectly smooth skin.
She was bright, sweet and kind, and always found a way to smile every single day. She had character and even though she was crazy, she was caring and sencable.
To this day, she still wore her black vest, and blue short jeans with black tights...and wrapped her dirty green shirt around her waste.
"Hy ya'll, how are you " Mackenzie asks, flipping the kettle switch preparing to drink some thing hot and relaxing .
