Virginator (HERO FIENNES-TIFFIN)

Chapter 2

"I desire the things which will destroy me in the end." - Sylvia Plath

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. Natasha is back. She's a clumsy cook, dropping pans and breaking glass. I was startled from the sound. She's so careless it makes my blood boil.

"Hi, Delilah. I am cooking us some dinner. Maybe you'd like some beef stew and brocolli," she said so proud of her cooking skills.

"Amazing, sure i will. Just be careful with my things, okay," i said half annoyed but surprised at her invitation. I don't remember how long I've eaten with someone. Sylvia never cooks so we're fed with Chinese fried foods and lots of fast food, i guess I'm full of cholesterol already from abusing the convenience of unhealthy foods.

Whatever, my mind retorts. I went to the bathroom, took some shower, brushed my teeth and back to the table where Natasha fixed our dinner. It looks delicious. I can't refuse, I'm starving. I only ate a piece of bread last night, too little to even remember, it's good to have some real food for once. Especially since i cashed in so much last night, i deserve a break from my miser way of life. I refuse to spend my money on expensive stuffs. I figured, in order to reach my goal of buying myself something expensive for once, i must save as much as i can.

"Let's pray first," Natasha said catching me off guard. I didn't realise some people still say their grace before a meal.

I bowed my head and waited for like forever for her very long prayer, where she make mention of her parents, or all the people she loved, then included me and the place we live in. She's nuts, reciting a chant for over a small meal.

This girl is joking, i was starting to be pissed and if this girl doesn't know how to finish, I'd just get all these food and start eating.

"Amen," suddenly i heard Natasha say. What a huge relief to hear that word.

"I really love my new classmates. It's so boring to be with the same people all semester, this new beginning is a huge change for me," she started talking about school like i care.

"It's good you're adjusting really quick," i said for the lack of anything to say.

I kept eating my food while she went on to tell me stories of her hometown, her friends, her parents, like every people in her life, and I'm so into my food i don't catch anything she's telling me but i simply nod. Her cooking skills are okay, she's not that bad either. It's probably because I haven't eaten any real food for so long.

I don't know what to make of my roommate, but I think she's okay. I have a massive problem trusting people that i become really mean to them when i see something i don't like. Judging from her stories, her prayers, her stuffs and the way she behaves around the house, i think she's harmless. I'll keep her until i can find myself a better place.

In only a month of being a stripper, I've earned so much it makes me proud of myself. Ballet money is nothing compared to stripping. I regret not finding about it sooner.

I simply applied out of curiosity when i saw an ad outside Club Myles two blocks away from where i live. It didn't say strippers in the ad though. Just dancers.

I didn't know what to expect, but I've watched some videos of stripping online. I became attracted of the money falling into the girls. It looks exciting.

To the outside, i look refined and well poised. My movements are refined, thanks to decades of intense ballet training. I still walk with my heels first like I'm about to glide any minute. I breathed ballet for so long it's all evident in my movements.

"Why on earth would a ballerina want to be a stripper," the bar owner asked.

The hell you care, i thought.