Post by Keira Asena on Oct 4, 2019 22:18:38 GMT -5
Prologue
Time stilled as blood pooled along the sidewalk. Sirens blared as red and blue lights illuminated the dark alley.
"So much for the birthday cake..." A male said, the voice holding no empathetic tone.
"Both were stabbed, it seems..." A second male stated, looking over the bodies.
"Such a shame... any way to identify them?"
"I found wallets... A Markius and Karina Asena." The second male read off, "Found a family photo... nice looking." He would show the former, the picture showing the couple with their daughter at five years old.
"Well, based on the picture, it seems to be several years old, so the daughter ought to be much older. Let's see if we can track her down."
"You think she'd know anything?"
"Maybe."
"The game is just beginning..."
"So much for the birthday cake..." A male said, the voice holding no empathetic tone.
"Both were stabbed, it seems..." A second male stated, looking over the bodies.
"Such a shame... any way to identify them?"
"I found wallets... A Markius and Karina Asena." The second male read off, "Found a family photo... nice looking." He would show the former, the picture showing the couple with their daughter at five years old.
"Well, based on the picture, it seems to be several years old, so the daughter ought to be much older. Let's see if we can track her down."
"You think she'd know anything?"
"Maybe."
"The game is just beginning..."
Nine Years Later...
Booming bass that shook the walls and tinted windows, neon lights flashing and lighting the otherwise dark alleyway, people in and out either drunk or glowing in the euphoria of sex. Within the club was a haze of fog and smoke from different directions - either by a fog machine or smoke from some type of drug, nobody knew. The music was sexual in nature, as near-naked women and men danced on their tiny poles, money being flung at them for their performance. Sweat and booze hung heavily in the fog, stage lights causing a rainbow over the room, just giving enough illumination to see where you were going and who you were seeing.
At the center, taking the grand stage, was a woman with bright orange hair - wearing what seemed to be indigo lace underwear as she slid and glided along the pole with what seemed to be in an expert fashion. She seemed to be dancing in the air as she contorted and bended to the will of the song, the majority of the crowd pleased and clearly enjoying the show she gave.
Did she love her job? Most likely no. Did she want to keep the job? Hell yes she did - she couldn't get anything better, and she would not go for anything less, besides it was thanks to her hard work that she had a very decent check every week. At the least she didn't have to be the one fucking like some of the other girls who needed an extra dollar. No, she was a 'Look, but don't Touch' type of dancer, and that was her only stipulation.
The girl would continue her routine, graceful and elegant as she did. It was as if she were dancing for nobody but herself as she twirled and seemingly floated along the pole to the music. The outfit she had was indeed skimpy, but it had a type of elegance and refinery to it. The music would slowly change to provide her a better opportunity to better show off her skills. It would seem she was a true dancer, and that perhaps this place was just a practice ground for her. Some of the other strippers would appear jealous even as the guys became captivated, her movements fluid like water. She seemed to be one with the pole as she spun and glided, and without any type of assistance.
It would seem as if time had stopped, or perhaps dragged, as she danced, all eyes on her as she shimmered due to her perspiration. It seemed she had a long performance, but perhaps it would show not only her stamina but her determination to perfect her craft. Her routine wasn't too risque, but it balanced it with refinement. Eventually, the music would fade, and her siren dance would end, signalling her to leave toward the backstage.
"You did great, Keira!" A bubbly blonde would cheer.
"Thanks Sarah, just another night..." Keira would sigh tiredly.
"Ready to head out?"
"Yeah, just gotta punch out." Keira would wave her off as she would make her way to the timeclock and punch in her code to clock out.
She would grab her signature trench coat and head out the back way, her bare feet making contact with the cool asphalt of the alley, making the journey into the derelict side of town where her shoddy apartment waited for her to be enveloped in its cold emptiness.
At the center, taking the grand stage, was a woman with bright orange hair - wearing what seemed to be indigo lace underwear as she slid and glided along the pole with what seemed to be in an expert fashion. She seemed to be dancing in the air as she contorted and bended to the will of the song, the majority of the crowd pleased and clearly enjoying the show she gave.
Did she love her job? Most likely no. Did she want to keep the job? Hell yes she did - she couldn't get anything better, and she would not go for anything less, besides it was thanks to her hard work that she had a very decent check every week. At the least she didn't have to be the one fucking like some of the other girls who needed an extra dollar. No, she was a 'Look, but don't Touch' type of dancer, and that was her only stipulation.
The girl would continue her routine, graceful and elegant as she did. It was as if she were dancing for nobody but herself as she twirled and seemingly floated along the pole to the music. The outfit she had was indeed skimpy, but it had a type of elegance and refinery to it. The music would slowly change to provide her a better opportunity to better show off her skills. It would seem she was a true dancer, and that perhaps this place was just a practice ground for her. Some of the other strippers would appear jealous even as the guys became captivated, her movements fluid like water. She seemed to be one with the pole as she spun and glided, and without any type of assistance.
It would seem as if time had stopped, or perhaps dragged, as she danced, all eyes on her as she shimmered due to her perspiration. It seemed she had a long performance, but perhaps it would show not only her stamina but her determination to perfect her craft. Her routine wasn't too risque, but it balanced it with refinement. Eventually, the music would fade, and her siren dance would end, signalling her to leave toward the backstage.
"You did great, Keira!" A bubbly blonde would cheer.
"Thanks Sarah, just another night..." Keira would sigh tiredly.
"Ready to head out?"
"Yeah, just gotta punch out." Keira would wave her off as she would make her way to the timeclock and punch in her code to clock out.
She would grab her signature trench coat and head out the back way, her bare feet making contact with the cool asphalt of the alley, making the journey into the derelict side of town where her shoddy apartment waited for her to be enveloped in its cold emptiness.