little red riding whore

rubys point of view

the lights came on and my heartbeat started to elavate. the loud thumping music tickled the soles of my feat as i quickly popped two of the small white capsules and swallowed them with a quick swig of vodka. i remember my mother once telling me never to mix drugs and alcohol, but she was gone now so it didnt matter. i could hear the men outside, cheering, chanting. the whole place smelt of stale smoke and alcohol. suddenly the anouncer came on the tannoy.

"up next we have a whole lotta whore. a favorite with the guys--its 'little red'!!!"

that was my que. with blured senses i stumbled up the 3 steps to the stage. the whisteling and cheering became louder. i got to the top of the stage and ran my hand through my wavy brunnette hair. they loved that. i started my rotine. it was bacically the same every night. dipping, spinning. if i felt like it mabey even some flashing! tonite was no different exept from the man leaning on the edge of the stage. his ice blue eyes were watching my every move, and yea i know every man in that place was watching but this was different, it wasnt lust, like the others. it was something deeper, more sinister. i snapped back to reality just to hear the announcer call another girl onto the stage. i turned, confused, i almost crashed into one of the other dancers.

i couldnt get that face out of my head. the jet black hair, the cold, ice blue eyes.i shivered and pulled the fake barbour jacket closer around my shoulders. life was shit living on my salary.