IT WAS after 2AM and sweaty bodies scurried outside, onto the streets of Brooklyn, following a huge event at The Dazzling Skies this evening. The annual event included celebrities of all stature gathering together with drinks, food, music, and exotic dancers.
The event was set to end at 1 A.M., but no one wanted to miss the arrival of the most talked about exotic dancer: Kilowatts. She shimmied, sashayed, and swayed her hips across the stage for the remainder of the night.
After retrieving all of her cash, she walked to the private locker room and, almost, instantly removed the glittery mask from her eyes. Sitting down in a chair to count all her earnings, she recognized the new girl staring at her in awe from the corner of her eye.
Damn, can I have my face back?
"Can I help you with something, Snowflake?" She asked while continuing to thumb through the bills in her hand.
"So, why do they call you Kilowatts," Snowflake inquired excitedly. "Like, are you some type of electrician during the day?"
This bitch....
"Well, if you must know, I picked that name because when a brotha' get a glimpse of this ass, he'll mess around and go into shock." She chuckled and high-fived one of her close friends, Juju, as she recalled the real reason for picking that name before standing up to change back into her normal clothes like all the other girls.
Kilowatts never gave too much information out. Especially to people she barely even knew. She was one of those people who stayed true to the saying of "what you see is what you get". As beautiful and popular throughout the club she was, nobody knew much of anything about her life except Jujube. All they knew was that she wasn't from New York.
After getting dressed and preparing to close her locker, a picture fell from the door. She picked it up, slowly dusting off the surface with a faint smile before flipping it over onto the back.
"For my darling. You shine bright like a kilowatt. ❤️ -Leon"
Juju tapped her shoulder and waved 'bye' to her as she was exiting through the back door, to which she returned the gesture. After the door closed shut, Kilowatts hung her head low. A tear attempted to escape from her tear duct before she quickly composed herself. Shoving the polaroid into her back pocket, she sniffed and flipped her hair before throwing her Chanel backpack over her shoulder and exiting out the back door of the club.
The air was brisk and swift in blowing her hair around as she walked through the empty parking lot to her car. When she reached her car, she climbed inside, turned on the ignition, and pulled the picture out of her back pocket. When she looked down at the photo this time, she poured out all her emotions onto her steering wheel. After feeling a little drained from bawling her eyes out, she set the photo into the passenger seat and took off towards her home for a well-needed rest....
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Farrah
Literatura Feminina-• she was a mystery that never wanted to be solved. until somebody decided they wanted to be scooby-doo and shit •-
