Thread: ▬▬ { PALISADES } ⋮⋮ echo & dogged

Most women were unaccustomed to working half-naked, but Lotus wasnt one of those women. Her day job dictated she cover virtually every exposed limb from hilt to stalk, but during the evening, the less clothing she wore, the more money she made. At that moment, it was nearly impossible for her to weave through the copse of lawyers. They were like unwavering tree boughs, stalwart and persistent, always reaching for greatness but never quite attaining it. One offered to purchase her drink of choice for her, the other was readily trying to slide a wad of fives into her palm for private time. Thanks to a business savvy club owner on St. Elizabeth street, every type of prostitute, whore and hooker had a classification. Most call girls were among the highest rankingalthough Lotus never donned any such title, there were instances where men wealthyand handsome enoughwould address her after the first wave of potential buyers dispersed, offering her material barter or cold cash for a night alone. She could only count two or three of them, even a woman by the name of Rachelle who worked at the local police department. She would be ruined if her colleagues every discovered that she was gay let alone renting strippers for sex, so she sought out Lotus who had a very strict confidentiality clause. Where Lotus was raised, money was synonymous with statusamassing riches meant you were what the locals called one of the unfuckwitables, a coarse term in native Afrikaans. Lotus turned her fair share of tricks in those slums. She lost her virginity for money. She sold personal effects and drugs for money. She did many things for money, but money was always readily available in Cape Town, despite its being finite. She never liked or enjoyed sex. It was a chore, a bore and ultimately, messy. Her boyfriends when she was younger were all incompetent. They couldnt stomach her social recluse motus operandi, they fucked her for the most base of means and they were the antithesis of faithful. She gave herself her first orgasm and never trusted anyone else to do it for her. The rest of her climaxes were feigned, but she was damn good at acting. One of the lawyers hobbled over from the bar with her poison of choicewhisky, iced, that had an oaky aroma pouring from the glass. Although curt she was unfailingly polite and thanked him for his generosity, but slinked away the moment Chardonnay and Amber stole their attention. She approached the bar and commiserated with Emilia, the only women she deemed a friend. Unlike Lotus, there was nothing remarkable about her. She tied her paper-bag brown hair back in a ponytail and kept her bangs at bay with a nest of arrant bobby-pins. Freckles dotted every acre of her face and her big, chestnut doe-eyes had no particular sparkle to them. Theres a big spender in the house tonight. I think he has a crush on you. Did you see what he left you on the stage? Lotus sipped her whiskey thoughtfully. The cold steel on her bare backside bit into her skin, which elicited a grimace. The lights were too bright. And the mask obscures my vision. She paused, combed briefly over the audience, then snapped her eyes back onto Emilia. Out of curiosity who was it? Lotus was hoping that someone with that amount of cash on their person may have more. That big, beautiful bastard over there. With the curly long hair and the beard and this weird scar over his eyebrow. Its strangely handsome, though. Listen, if you dont go chat with him, maybe I will. Im sure theres nothing particularly interesting about him if hes in a strip club, Emilia. Hes probably married with three kids and a mediocre blue collar job like the rest of these French fucks. I cant be bothered with the mundane. Emilia frowned. Listen. I know youre tight on money and I know the union is threatening to disband at McGill. Just please, go talk to him. Tiffanys been bringing him Guiness all night. Hes probably buttered up, all you need to do is sit in his lap and bat your camel lashes at him. Here. Take these with yousome extra firepower never hurt. Emilia pushed two bottles of Guiness over the bartop. Lotus snatched them by their neck with one hand and gripped hard in fear of their perspiration moving her to drop them. Approaching him, he was gravitational. His eyes, which she translated as hungry and waiting, were dizzying with their luster. Fortunately, Lotus was the epitome of bold. She sat square in his lap with her fat ass right on his thigh. She presented to him one of the bottles while she indulged in her own poison. Silence was her firearm, but from time to time, it was wont to backfire. She hoped that this wasnt one of those times.