Page 3 of Who I Crave To Be

Blowing out a breath, I shrug it off and start getting ready.

My naturally wavy brown hair is now sleek and a caramel kind of blonde.It’s ashy and seductive and doesn't look like a boxed dyed job at all.

My lips are painted in a deep and brooding burgundy which is so underrated.

Red looks tacky as hell.My brown eyes are enlarged, dark black orbs which glisten around the smokey effect of my eye make-up.

As I stand here, staring in the full-length mirror before me, I can feel the change as it starts to consume me.I tilt my head, lust filling my eyes as I run my hands over the outfit I would never wear if I wasn’t playing this game.

My core is covered in a frisky leather belt that sits as a large silver studded buckle that covers my apex that then wraps around my ass and the tops of my thighs in thinner strips that part and show the skin of my tanned hips.My top looks like a bralette, but doesn’t have any straps.The black material covers my breasts and small scraps of material spiral across my chest and just below my boobs to cover the tops of my ribs.

I don’t recognize myself and that in itself sets my veins on fire, the buzz of adrenaline at knowing what I’m about to do makes my heart beat a rhythm within my chest.

Running my hands through my hair, I bite my lower lip and shut off my emotions.

Tonight, I’m without rules.I’m not me….

I’m whoever the fuck Iwantto be.

Fancy, for a whore house.

Pussy Liquorflashes in an obnoxious script that glows a neon blue that shimmers with streaks of pearly white.The building is massive and smooth looking, walls of charcoal gray and ribbed black pillars that scream money.

No wonder Anna makes a killing here, this looks like a place that houses the rich and entitled little pricks who think the world can’t touch them.I’m not sure if I’d prefer the regular sleaze or the entitled sleaze.

But there’s no turning back now.

Swiping under my right eye and squaring my shoulders, I harden my resolve and remind myself…here, I’m anyone.I’m untouchable.

I head toward the back door, hearing Anna’s voice in my mind as she barked instructions at me.Just as I’m approaching I hear a muffled cry coming from behind a dumpster followed by what sounds like a scuffle.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not done.I want my dollars’ worth,” a nasally voice grunts, it echoes around me in the hollow mouth of the alley and I shake my head in disappointment as I make my way over to them.

“Please tell me you slipped more than a dollar in her G-string.She’s worth at least a fifty,” I snipe around a new found confidence that has me standing before this scumbag who whips his head toward me in shock.

I turn my nose up in distaste when the smell of alcohol hits me.It’s amazing the stench didn't knock me back on my blood-red heels.My arrogance soon bleeds into a toxic kind of rage that almost blinds me when I notice him pulling the clothes from a tiny woman who couldn’t be any older than nineteen.Nothing she’s wearing screams stripper.Her rounded glasses sit crooked on her nose and her long brown braid falls over a turtleneck sweater.

The man looks unhinged and it suddenly becomes clear to me he doesn’t even know this woman doesn’t work in the club.Thinking fast, I slip off one of my heels and throw it with all of my might at the metal door at the back of the club and not too far from the mouth of the alley.It dings off the frame and falls to the ground with a resounding thud as I use my now shoeless foot to kick out and squash the balls of the slimy bastard that decided to run at me when my head was turned.He falls to his knees, crying out as he cradles his worthless shriveled up jewels.

The door swings open and the bloke I assume is called Baz lumbers out with a face that looks carved from brutality.

“What the fuck?”he grunts, looking around before he spots me putting my hand in the air and offering a little wave.

“Need a little help over here.”

Confused, he stalks over to me and like a man used to handling a situation, accesses it quickly.“Shit!”True to the word of Anna who declared he’d protect a delicate flower, he breaks the man's wrist before taking care of the young girl who shivers in the cold, unable to find her voice in order to even speak.

“Who are you?”Baz turns to me and asks, once everything has been squared away and the girl who we finally learn is called Bailey is safe and sound.Luckily I found her, before any real damage was done.Poor girl was only walking home from the library.

My heart clenches brutality in my chest as all noise fades.The only sound is the rushing between my ears and the blood rushing through my veins.The darkness creeps in, but I shake it off quickly when he snaps his fingers in front of my face and my new persona falls right back into place.

“Vienna, Bean said you’d be expecting me to cover her shift,” I answer, completely lost and consumed within the new me.

Anna’s stage name is Flick the Bean, because she isn’t shy about putting on a visual, even though she’d never go any further.So those who work here just call her Bean.

Grunting, he nods his head and heads back towards the door.Rapping his knuckles on the cool steel, it opens and he ushers me inside.“I’m Baz, nice to meet you.Any issues, come find me.I’ll handle it.Other than that, work the floor and make a killing.Slut speed, lady.”

I smirk saucily at his rendition of God’s speed and saunter past him like I own the place.

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