Thread: The Road To Fame (Sumi & Mr Quixotic)

The desert of Nevada was truly a living nightmare during the summers with its impossibly high temperatures and the abundance of square miles of wilderness that made one lose their sanity. The landscape was anything but worth the trip down the empty highway. It was all a mass of dried up land, cacti, tumbleweeds and the occasional hounds howling at random times throughout the night. It was no wonder then that new people rarely showed up here, and if they did, they would simply be passing by to get to some other destination. The Reddell Motel was settled in this hell hole, or as most of the visitors liked to say, in the middle of nowhere . A rundown building and a rather equally shabby interior, but satisfying enough compared to sleeping out in the wild at night. Besides, ol' Bob was nice enough to provide a room with a bed, some drinks, a meal and some entertainment at a fairly cheap price. Poor man thought that if he was generous with his customers, they'd be coming back to him, as if oblivious of the fact that his business ran in a place that was hard to find even with a map. In such a place was Karmen Charleston stuck because of her silly future dreams. It had been nearly a month since she had been left behind there by someone who was supposed to make a famous singer out of her. But then, she supposed that he did make her famous . Yes, she was extremely famous between these drunkards who visited Bob's motel, but mostly because she was an eye candy, not thanks to her voice. Her talent seemed to be more of a side-dish to her physical assets. Perhaps if she had managed to reach Las Vegas as promised, she would have had the success she yearned for. For now, however, she was kept in place by the lack of money, her current income covering only the living expenses. Basically, the old man offered to give her a room and some meals every single day as long as she'd entertain his customers in the evenings. The only real money she'd get would be the tips she'd get from the various men trying to get under her dress and admittedly failing. But there was little she could do with just a few bucks, even if she tried to save up the money. It would probably take her a year at the very best to leave, at this rate. Truthfully, she was at her limit. She did have some things she had packed for the trip, but she was soon about to run out of make up and perfume, the food was the same everyday, she had no one to talk to aside from the ever annoyingly nice ol' man, she had nowhere to go out and there was nothing to see in the desert. Lately she was getting more and more desperate, to the point where she was starting to consider asking one of those sleazy truck drivers to take her to the nearest city. The only thing stopping her from doing that was the thought that she couldn't trust them not to touch her, and that thought alone was enough to send shivers up her spine in disgust. Thus, she was still debating what decision to make. Tonight too, she was wasting her voice on these dirty necks, lying to herself that at least it was some good practice for when she'd become the real deal. On the other hand, a quick look from the side of the scene made her realize there were more customers tonight for some reason. Some of which looked rather proper. Might she have dared to say, there were a few of them who looked out of place between the usual rowdy fellas. It could also be the desperation that was lowering her standards, but those were just details. Perhaps tonight she'd have a reason to put on her best face and make a show. The pungent smoke of cigars mixed with the sweat and the scent of alcohol burdened the air, making it hard to breathe for those who weren't used to this kind of place. Raspy laughs, curses and loud mouths described Reddell Motel the best. The first floor of the building had a bar on the left of the entrance, a little platform on the opposite side of the room, and in-between there were laid out several tables and chairs for those taking their meals or those who merely wanted to enjoy the view they had of the singer upstage. The red curtains by each side of the scene was meant to add to the decor, but like the rest of the motel, they weren't much to begin with. The floor creaked with every random step and the furniture was old and in need of a renewal. Nevertheless, that only made her stand out all the more in this rat hole of a place. When the lights momentarily faded out, everyone seemed to quiet down as if on cue, some of them expectant of the show, others confused by what was going on. And then, the lights focused only on the platform, making the woman's long hair glow softly and giving a sparkle to her diamond necklace. Her hair, naturally sort of curly at the ends, the same color as of the charcoal, framed her face, with the aid of a side fringe which sometimes gave her a sultry look. Green eyes contrasted the tan skin she had inherited from her father of Latin origins. Her body as well, carried the genes of the family from her father's side, the curves of her chest and her hips worthy of a man's attention, especially from the way the dark long red dress clung to her. Height-wise, she looked rather tall, an illusion created by the heels she wore on a casual basis, since normally she would be the average female height, around 5'3 tall. All in all, it wouldn't be so hard to charm the men. Not when her sleeveless dress showed the perfect amount of cleavage to make their minds run wild with fantasies. The necklace's shape accentuating the crevice of her breasts fit together so tightly wasn't making this any more innocent. But that was the point behind her so called beauty. She wanted to work in the entertainment industry, so it was a natural must have to look good. It did help that she had the right body, but the clothing, the make up, her attitude, they all had to be worked on too. Along with her appearance on stage, the instrumental part of the song started too, a fine tune to match what was to come. Red lips parted slightly to hum in the beginning, followed shortly by a curl of her lips. You've been a bad, bad boy I'm gonna take my time, so enjoy A whistle in the back and she smiled again, eyes taking in the ones who she had not seen before, trying some eye contact, in hopes that after this she'd get her hands on someone to take her back to the civilization. There's no need to feel no shame Relax and sip upon my champagne 'Cause I wanna give you a little taste Of the sugar below my waist, you nasty boy Ol' Bob suddenly widened his eyes as he stopped from whatever he was doing to look back at Karmen with a confused frown. This was perhaps the first time she was singing this kind of song, and he would have gone over to stop her right then and there. If only the men didn't show signs of being more interested, some of them giving her the eye, another asking him who was this woman, others whistling. The bait was out. Now, she only had to choose. OOC The song is actually this one. So, no, it wasn't my creation. XD I just thought it was fitting.