Wicked Games

Chapter 20: Maddie

With such sudden excitment on discovering how to make fast money, I darted to my room, and quickly switched on the laptop.

While waiting for the laptop to turn on, I stood infront of my ceiling high mirror. I was only 5'6, which could be seen as a disadvantage. However, my breasts were well rounded, and pretty perky C-cups. Also, my butt was quite firm. Could this actually be a stripper body? Changing from my towel and Into my aubergine pyjamas, I noticed that the laptop had loaded.

Once the laptop had switched on, I clicked on the internet logo, which made the google homepage flood my screen. I typed 'stripping' into the search box.

Looking at the search engine for a while, I noticed a website entitled 'Stripper Diaries Forum'. Interesting enough for me. I clicked on it.

Scrolling down the forum, certain comments such as 'the life of stripping honestly isn't that bad' and 'I get $400 a night!!!' struck out to me. 400 dollars every day for the next 26 days would make myself $10,400, leaving $400 spare for other essentials such as food and housing rent. It's not that bad of a lifestyle to lead.

This is it.

Frantically, I went back to the google home page and searched 'toronto stripping jobs'.

For the next three hours that passed, clicking link after link went by. But every website was either full on 'dancer position'. And every other website that was looking for a stripper had stupid requirements such as '5'8 or taller', '22 or older' or 'DD-cups or larger'. I sighed loudly. It was all pretty hopeless.

My life is over.

I dragged myself into the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of red wine to calm myself down. What was I thinking, anyway? I felt so ashamed. I didn't drag my ass all the way from England to Canada in order to have loose morals. I came to chase my dreams; to become a singer. Probably every other singer has gotten evicted once or twice, trying to make it to the top, and has probably even become homeless for a lengthy period of time as a result. If I join this 'clique', then so be it; I need every possible experience of becoming a singer.

Bringing my glass of wine with me to the living room, I decided to sit on a sofa and watch some CSI on the television. I wriggled on the sofa in order to get comfortable, until I heard the sound of scrunched up paper. I paused the television, and wriggled around again, only to hear the same sound again. 'What, why was it making that strange sound?', I thought to myself.

I stood up from the couch, and removed the fluffy white cushion, only to find a piece of paper. Taking a sip of red wine, I uncurled the edges of the paper in order to get a closer look.

'On behalf of the bank of Canada, Abel T. hereby grants Madeleine F. S. a total sum of $15,000.'

In a state of such shock, I spat out the red wine inside my mouth on the porcelain white carpet.

There was no way I could accept that amount of money from Abel! Infact, how the hell did he even find out about my problems in the first place? He gave me fucking $5,000 extra; that was too generous of him! Whether he liked it or not, he was going to get his money back.

I darted back to my room, and began browsing for suitable clothes to wear to a confrontation.

Abel gon' learn today.

Author's Note:

Aloha! I hope everyone is enjoying their Christmas break; I sure am.

Anyway, some advice for those of you who don't already do this; since I take so long to update (sorry!), I suggest in the future to read the previous one or two chapters, so that you more or less remember the plot of the story.

Merry Christmas (Eve)!

~Bela.