babygirl. // ZoeWDW

five

Miss May Morrison
Miss Morrison
Clarie
Sweetheart
Baby

Baby.

As I take my morning shower, the name Baby stuck. It sounds innocent just like he said, just how he said it. I wanted to forget about last night completely, I pray he's gone. I hope I don't have to spend my morning with him. I put on my day clothes, a simple blue tank top and jeans, I need to go to the library and pick up new books for my mom, she gets so bored when I'm gone. She loves reading as well.

"How cute those jeans looks on you." I look over to see Blaine, still here.

"Can you go? Please?" I ask for the last time.

I can hear the longest sigh as he sits into his right hip, "Fine, whatever, I'll see you at work today anyways."

Blaine just walks out. He makes my brain turn inside out and eat itself. I feel like I need to take another shower to get rid of his picture in my head.

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I get through the day tending to my mom. She seems to be having more trouble as the days go by. I decide to take her to the doctor for a check up, though I barely have enough money to do so. But tonight is the night that my brain has to kick in. I try to remember my routine. How Roxie-how Britney did it. I look in the mirror and tried to picture myself being sexy, but it was so hard.

I get to the club and Britney brings me to the dressing room. I look at all the costumes in wonder. Some were hung up, some were laid on chairs, and some were stored away.

"Mr. Blaine told me not to have you dress to provocatively for your first, so I picked a simple, lacy, heart shaped lingerie~" She held up the lingerie on a hanger. Britney spoke as if she made the short dress herself, "I hope you wore your cutest panties, baby." Britney winks.

"M . . . my what?" I'm baffled at how easily the word panties left her mouth.

"Panties." She says slower, like I didn't hear her the first time, "My goodness, we really are gonna go this far back. Ok, so after you stop shitting your pants, your parents will stop using diapers and will put you in, what are called, panties."

"I know, I'm just . . . I call them underwear." I rub my arm.

She hums and digs into a drawer organizer, as her hair falls in front of her shoulders, I catch a few bruises resting on the back of her neck. As I continue to look I see more and more on her body, not noticeable if you weren't looking for them, but obviously there.

"Brittney, are those bruises?" I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me once again.

"Nothing, you know men." Her giggly mood has seemed to drop as she pulls out makeup and sets them on the vanity desk, checking the foundation to my skin, "They are violent when they like to be and worse when they're drunk." Brittney applies blush to my flushed out cheeks.

"Violent?" I look at her, "Someone hurt you?"

"It's all business, nothing to worry about." Brittney exfoliates my lips and puts mascara on my lashes, "Beautiful long lashes, we'll need to get a little curl and extension." She winks and hands me the lingerie.

I ask her to turn around, she does so and I change. Looking at myself in the mirror is an odd feeling, I feel like a different girl. The dress is flowy yet tugging at my upper thighs and butt.

"Ok, you can turn around."

Brittney looks at me and claps, I feel comfortable around her, she makes me feel good about myself and she feels like the mother I never had, which seems a bit cruel to my real mother, but in my defense, I mother her more than she mothers me. But I still love her dearly.

"It's showtime, baby." Brittney winks.

"Actually." Another voice halts our moment and we look at the door. Blaine. Of course. To think I could escape him, "I'd like a word with the little new performer before she goes and makes me richer than I already am, if that is even possible at this point."

"Of course, sir." Brittney gives me a quick hug and then hurried out, Blaine looks at me and smirks, closing the door.