Post by Kat Shrill on Aug 18, 2008 1:24:54 GMT -5
The coffee was more bitter than she was used to, but Katherine was way to tired and preoccupied to really mind. Not that she didn't mind, she just didn't really want to do anything about it at that moment. Staring into the dark, warm liquid, she tried taking her mind off the night before. It really wasn't her ideal job, selling herself on the streets that is, but she had to make ends meet somehow, didn't she? That's why she really hoped Shattered Glass would reply to her application, very soon.
At times, she actually didn't completely mind selling herself. If they were decent looking men and knew a move or two, then Kat thoroughly enjoyed herself; what could she say, the girl liked sex. However, when they were men like the one she'd pleased last night - old, hairy, and very rough - she wished she was still at home, lying in her own bed instead of one residing in a hotel room. Gingerly, Kat touched the bruise on her arm that she had recieved last night. Flinching at the slight pain the touch gave, she wrapped her slender fingers around the warm coffee mug and let out a sigh.
When Kat thought about it, she actually enjoyed both her jobs at times. The pay was decent, and she was comfortable enough with her body; plus she loved the dancing and good sex. But Kat knew this was no lifestyle to live by. There were way too many risks involved not to mention it was unstable. Kat often liked to dream that she'd meet some guy at a club, whether she was dancing for him or selling herself to him, and they would fall in love. He'd be her savior from the life she knew, and he wouldn't care about her past. If only it were possible.
Someday I'll have a better life, she promised herself, Someday.
