|
|
Post by charlotte elise angel on Jul 28, 2012 3:19:41 GMT -5
my love is on fire and burning hot | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; height: 325px; background-image:url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la3farcLRn1qcdtsho1_250.jpg), border: solid #C2CBC8 5px;]
Now that she was done with work, Lottie changed into her every day dress wear and slipped out the backdoor of the club she danced in. The sun was still absent in the early morning hours but it’s rays started to light up the world and people starting moving throughout the busy town. Club goers were heading home and the commuters were starting to stir in their high rise apartments and get out on the road to finish the paperwork they ditched out on for a kid’s birthday or were heading in early to get ahead.
Lottie welcomed the cool air. It was the coolest she would feel all day. When she returned to her apartment, the only breeze she would get would be if she opened her door and the window. Leaving the door open to her apartment just wasn’t a good idea with the area she lived in though. Locked doors kept honest men honest in her area. Sighing, Lottie headed down the street in the direction of her rundown, one bedroom, pausing at a hot dog vendor off the side of the street to get herself a cheap meal.
Sure, it maybe have been breakfast time for most the population but Lottie was just getting off work and she was hungry. Pulling some of her tip money out, she handed him a few bucks and smiled brightly at the familiar face as she topped her hot dog with ketchup and settled on the bench to eat it.
|
[/td][/tr][/table] two hundred fiddy words for my wife made by kadi. do not steal [/center] |
|
heather amanda storm
MIDDLE CLASS.
student, sophomore, dog walker.
played by sophie. [/font]
Posts: 7
|
Post by heather amanda storm on Jul 28, 2012 5:31:11 GMT -5
[style=width:380px; height: 200px; background: url(http://i1150.photobucket.com/albums/o619/sophie_bear1/hether.jpg)] Be my friend, hold me, breathe me
Being a dog walker meant that work started early, almost too early or most people but someone had to take those poor dogs for a walk. That person was Heather and she'd in fact already been out for a couple hours before feeling like she needed a break. She had 5 dogs with her that morning, each one owned by some wealthy family or owner, too lazy and too cool to walk their own dogs but hey, she wasn't going to complain. There was good money coming out of it for her and she was appreciative of these lazy, rich people; otherwise she'd be out of a job. She could start to see the sun rise which meant it was lunch time and her mind immediately went to the hot dog stand she knew all too well. Hopefully she'd run into Lottie on the way. It was about time they had a little time for girl talk.
It might have been funny for some people to see a girl who'd grown up in a strict christian family to be best friends with a stripper but Heather didn't even notice. To her, Lottie was just another girl and just like she walked dogs for money, Lottie took her flexibility and talent to her own advantage. Maybe it wasn't Heather's way of making money but if it worked for her then why not do it? Heather didn't like to judge people, especially when it came to work. Work was work and you did whatever you could to make money these days. In her eyes, all work was respectable.
just as she'd hoped, Heather's eyes fell upon her very beautiful stripper friend and she grinned when she caught her eye. Before sitting beside her, Heather bought herself a hot dog and a bottle of Coke, "Hey beautiful," she greeted Lottie sweetly, leaning down and giving her a kiss on the cheek. She ties the leashes to the arm of the bench and made sure the dogs settled down before sitting down herself and taking in a deep breath. "I was hoping I'd run into you." She mentioned as she took a bite of her hot dog, chewing it happily.
[/style] |
|
|
|
Post by charlotte elise angel on Jul 31, 2012 3:34:53 GMT -5
my love is on fire and burning hot | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; height: 325px; background-image:url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la3farcLRn1qcdtsho1_250.jpg), border: solid #C2CBC8 5px;]
Unlike her friend, Lottie had no respect or delusions about her line of work. Lottie felt like she was selling her soul to the devil every time she slid down that pole. Sure it was sexy and seductive, things the Lottie loved feeling but it wasn’t like she was a high class stripper in a gentleman’s club. She worked hard for her money, teasing frat boys, virgins and drunks out of their money.
But there was a sweet voice that Lottie would recognize anywhere, the one that made her nights seem a little less hellish and a lot more bearable. Even before her face was fully upturned to lay eyes on the beautiful blonde, her lips were upturned in a small smile. Lips pressed to her cheek and the smile grew some. ”Hey yourself.” She said, taking a bite of her hot dog. Lottie had been starving and as much as she just wanted to jump in and start a conversation with her friend, her stomach was having a painful conversation as it whined about the lack of food in it.
Once the bit was taken and chewed, Lottie could function a little more. ”You think I come here for the hot dogs?” She teased, taking another bite. ”How are you this morning?” She asked. It was amusing how different these two girls were. One from a good family, the other from no family what-so-ever. One’s day started just as the other ended. Both dealt with dogs but honestly if Lottie could make enough money to survive, she’d have rather dealt with Heather’s dogs than her own.
|
[/td][/tr][/table] two hundred sixty-seven words for my wife made by kadi. do not steal [/center] |
|
