Post by KALIA SHEPARD on Apr 10, 2012 0:57:33 GMT
The only times Kalia ever felt anything even approaching how she felt before John died was when she was dancing, and when she was high. She would obviously prefer to dance while keeping her clothes on, but that wasn’t going to get her much money, and she needed money for drugs, accommodation and school fees. Luckily, Amnesia paid pretty well. Then there were the tips she got from the horny customers.
There was no one to tell, not that she would even if there was, but Kalia was considering prostitution. Everyone in Vegas seemed to be constantly horny, and it wasn’t as if she was a blushing virgin. She’d had a customer behind the building or in the bathroom more than once. Just to relieve some stress. It would be even better if she got paid for it.
As she moved to the music in nothing but lace underwear, it occurred to Kalia that she was still a little high. She had snorted some coke before going on stage, but thought that it would have worn off by now. It hadn’t. That was good. When she was high, Kalia felt numb. And numbness was infinitely better than the soul crushing pain she felt when she was sober.
Kalia expertly undid her bra and threw it into the crowd. That always earned a good response. And someone usually ordered a lap dance after a good performance. Lap dances paid even more than dancing on stage, and most of Kalia’s food budget came from them. Hannah Shepard would have been appalled to find out what her daughter was doing, but Kalia hadn’t spoken to her mother in months, so it was a moot point.
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words; 282
muse; Perfect - Boyce Avenue
credits; zie @ CAUTION!
lyrics by Marianas Trench!
