Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Introductions are in Order!
The day started with a walk down Plain street. As I walk I look in the corner of my eye. Two old ladies starring at me as they point and whisper. More gossip about me, nothing unusual at all. I mean, I enjoy the attention. Sometimes the things I hear people say are too hilarious. One day I heard the silliest rumor that I am an alien girl whose spaceship dropped her off in the playground behind Blues and now that Im here I will make an appoint to sleep with every man in town until they are all possessed and under my spell. I think its just my captivating beauty that makes everyone in this dystopian little town jealous. Just the fact that I am different puts them in some sort of anger. I am named after my mothers great aunt, Illiana Vitale. My mother is Sicilian and My father is Ethiopian, which makes me, well, gorgeous! I reside in this little big city , at the Parkers Place Apartments. This city is not small but it is by far no New York City or Chicago. I know everyone and most people can recognize who I am but it is almost always because of what they have heard about me from another person. Who I am, what I do and where I work seems to matter a lot to the people in this town. Its sad that I am looked down upon because of what I do. Mentally I consider my job a fine art. It requires strength, concentration, determination, and strong will because sometimes I do just want to get the hell out but quitting is not an option. I work at the town strip club. It is not the most morally justice occupation but I enjoy my job most of the time. It makes me feel beautiful and more confident with how I look on the outside and most of the broads that walk around town talking about me have husbands and sons that make visits to the club every week. Dancing for them is my way of getting revenge. I do have a secret about my life that most people figure they know the answer to. They assume that, since I am a stripper, I am a professional when it comes to putting it down in the bedroom but on the contrary, I am a Virgin. I know, its hard to believe but I am only 21. I am in college and I have never been in love so I am saving my virtue for the right time and person. Plus, boys are trifling, they say a lot of things, tell a girl that they love her, she gives him her virtue and he breaks her heart. Deep inside they don't love a damn thing other than food and sex. A hand full of boys actually grow up to be men, and men are not perfect but they will know how to love and treat a woman right and Dammit, that is what I need! I have a boyfriend, well he is a boy that is my friend, who lives about six miles outside of town. His name is Oliver. Oliver and I have been best friends since kindergarden. I spend most of my time, outside of my job, at Oliver's house because I really do not like this town therefore I do not want to spend my free time here. Who ever Oliver falls in love with will be the luckiest woman in the world. Hmmmmm....:)
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Walter C. Wolff-
ReplyDeleteIlliana Rye's obscenely photoshopped and generally obscene head shot simpered at him from its frame on the "Tonight's Ladies" wall. He had never seen the appeal of the oversexed image she portrayed onstage; the mirrored catwalks were stages to her. The 20-something gangsta boys that came in looking for her had completely missed the sad, strong, beauty of a young woman reduced to stripping for apathetic men. At least one man each week, convinced his $5 rain had caught her eye, came looking for her. That's guy would be thrown out, returning the peace to the club.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the infamous Illiana. Now, before I continue, don't ever think me low enough to enjoy strippers. You and I know that a sport like that is far below my tastes. Illiana headed towards the lady and I, on the other side of Sweetwater Blvd. Linnet saw her and tightened her arm around mine, which wasn't due to the chilly atmosphere. Linnet's encompassing jealousy was obviously the reason. All of Parker's knew the reputation that the girl, Illiana, held, but I believe her reputation holds no merit. Selling your company for money requires skill and ruthlessness. She is too nice, a sloppy attribute. She requires the ability to hone herself and her attitude. She requires sophistication, refinement like that which I possess. But, I'll comment no further. I am no madame; a job which is far below me. As Illiana passed, she briefly glanced at me and, as always, who could blame her? Who wouldn't glance at me?
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