Post by TERESA JONES on Jul 27, 2017 21:32:57 GMT -6
i'm just a silhouette
a lifeless face you'll soon forget
It had been a little bit too long since Terra had gone back to work. She couldn't really pin point the reason as to why - actually, she could, she just didn't want to admit it. Mostly because it had everything to do with a certain vampire she'd met the last time she'd been at Heartbreakers, and she was embarrassed that the little interaction they'd had had provoked enough feeling from her to be scared of herself. She'd known him for what, two seconds? And he had shown more kindness than she'd deserved in their brief encounter. Looks meant diddly shit to Terra, it was actions that caught her interest. And his actions had certainly grabbed hold of her attention.
Still, though, the bills in her shitty apartment did not pay themselves, and having to strip tease random strangers was a good price to pay for not being homeless. She had no shame in what she did- she didn't hate or despise the profession, it was just a job after all. And it was the easiest way to earn money without the government taking all of it for taxes. Seemed like a fair enough trade to her. Sure, when she spent the night gyrating her hips and her ass rubbing against someone's groin, one would usually see, if they were looking close enough, a dead expression on her face. it didn't mean she despised what she did... she just was not invested in it. There was no shame, but there was not truly any vested interest either. Luckily, since she competed with succubi, there really didn't have to be any interest or acting on her part. She wasn't the 'main talent' this club had to offer anyway.
Juliet, one of the succubi that had started right before Terra had left, lit up at the sight of the vampiric creature. Her squeal of delight caught the attention of the other girls, and they all joined in the piercing wails of excitement. They chattered happily about her return, expressing their worry for her since she had gone so suddenly. Since none of them had any contact information for Terra, she had been unreachable. They spun stories about how they thought she'd either been kidnapped, murdered AND left for dead somewhere in the street, or maybe that she'd been whisked away by some rich buffoon and now she was living the life of Pretty Woman. Terra found these stories decently amusing, but dismissed all of them, simply saying she needed a break from work and just needed to rest for a bit. When one of the girls asked why she came back, Terra shrugged and said, "Girl's gotta eat." And it was true enough.
It was only a Thursday night, but the place was actually considerably busy. Terra went out and performed her usual lap dances, usually avoiding the stage but going over to the men who had ready bills in their hand. She was there from dusk, all the way into the the early morning, dancing away. Because she'd sucked a few vampires dry recently, she was a bit stronger and more acrobatic than usual, and that reflected in her performances on the few times she did go up onto the pole. Truly, she was a good dancer, and after spending enough time with the succubi, she'd become more or less an expert in how to move her body in such a way that had men nearly bursting out of their pants, even when she wasn't on their laps. Terra worked as hard as she could, and made out well. Enough to cover her rent. It was a lucky thing she didn't have to worry about groceries, because if she did, Terra surely would have starved by now.
It was early morning by the time she finished, pulling off the wig she'd donned and removing as much makeup as she was able. Her manager griped about her prolonged absence, and would have taken more than usual if it weren't for Terra's ability to compel. Still, even with her slimy manager taking his cut, Terra knew she'd be alright, which is really all she would ask for. So, she shimmied on her leggings and tennis shoes, throwing a hoodie over her bra, and made her way out towards her newly bought, previously owned car. Instead of getting in right away, however, she gazed towards the sunlight, realizing sh had at least an hour, possibly two, before the light would get dodgy for her. Terra leaned against her car, lit up a cigarette, and took a deep sigh after her first drag, letting the smoke drift in beautiful waves above her head.
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Still, though, the bills in her shitty apartment did not pay themselves, and having to strip tease random strangers was a good price to pay for not being homeless. She had no shame in what she did- she didn't hate or despise the profession, it was just a job after all. And it was the easiest way to earn money without the government taking all of it for taxes. Seemed like a fair enough trade to her. Sure, when she spent the night gyrating her hips and her ass rubbing against someone's groin, one would usually see, if they were looking close enough, a dead expression on her face. it didn't mean she despised what she did... she just was not invested in it. There was no shame, but there was not truly any vested interest either. Luckily, since she competed with succubi, there really didn't have to be any interest or acting on her part. She wasn't the 'main talent' this club had to offer anyway.
Juliet, one of the succubi that had started right before Terra had left, lit up at the sight of the vampiric creature. Her squeal of delight caught the attention of the other girls, and they all joined in the piercing wails of excitement. They chattered happily about her return, expressing their worry for her since she had gone so suddenly. Since none of them had any contact information for Terra, she had been unreachable. They spun stories about how they thought she'd either been kidnapped, murdered AND left for dead somewhere in the street, or maybe that she'd been whisked away by some rich buffoon and now she was living the life of Pretty Woman. Terra found these stories decently amusing, but dismissed all of them, simply saying she needed a break from work and just needed to rest for a bit. When one of the girls asked why she came back, Terra shrugged and said, "Girl's gotta eat." And it was true enough.
It was only a Thursday night, but the place was actually considerably busy. Terra went out and performed her usual lap dances, usually avoiding the stage but going over to the men who had ready bills in their hand. She was there from dusk, all the way into the the early morning, dancing away. Because she'd sucked a few vampires dry recently, she was a bit stronger and more acrobatic than usual, and that reflected in her performances on the few times she did go up onto the pole. Truly, she was a good dancer, and after spending enough time with the succubi, she'd become more or less an expert in how to move her body in such a way that had men nearly bursting out of their pants, even when she wasn't on their laps. Terra worked as hard as she could, and made out well. Enough to cover her rent. It was a lucky thing she didn't have to worry about groceries, because if she did, Terra surely would have starved by now.
It was early morning by the time she finished, pulling off the wig she'd donned and removing as much makeup as she was able. Her manager griped about her prolonged absence, and would have taken more than usual if it weren't for Terra's ability to compel. Still, even with her slimy manager taking his cut, Terra knew she'd be alright, which is really all she would ask for. So, she shimmied on her leggings and tennis shoes, throwing a hoodie over her bra, and made her way out towards her newly bought, previously owned car. Instead of getting in right away, however, she gazed towards the sunlight, realizing sh had at least an hour, possibly two, before the light would get dodgy for her. Terra leaned against her car, lit up a cigarette, and took a deep sigh after her first drag, letting the smoke drift in beautiful waves above her head.
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