@ Dandy Darling;
Charlie smiled at him as he excused himself, uttering some promise about how she'll keep his offer in mind. She sat there and waited a minute or two before turning to Maritza. Maritza's eyes were wide and she was fanning herself with her legs sprawled open, huffing dramatically. Charlie shushed her, walking to the curtain and peeling it back, making sure the hallway was clear before turning around and screaming, giggling at high pitched levels.
"Oh my god, mija, he was just going to eat you up," Maritza muttered, laughing and lighting another cigarette. Charlie smiled, almost embarrassed by the attention she had just received. She walked over to her makeup stand, covered in make-up and hairspray and started 'putting her face on.' It was only when the glitter eyeshadow was finished that she slipped into her red lingerie and the rest of her clothes.
She felt nervous, suddenly. Sex, well at least the kind that Charlie did, was nothing. It was mindless and easy, but actual sex she wasn't sure about. She'd heard good things and bad things about sex and she had all these romantic ideas in her head about what it would be like. She wondered, just a moment, how she ended up here and not losing her virginity under the bleachers or in the back of some boy's that she loved car. She looked at herself in the mirror and while she knew she looked good, she didn't feel so good all of the sudden.
Maritza was getting ready too, cloaked in full black and smirking. "It's a good thing we have different customers, Charlie, or I'd be really pissed at you," she said, snapping her fingers and throwing a sheer shirt over her undergarments. She walked to the mirror, behind Charlie, and grabbed her curls, twisting them in her fingers. "You're gonna be fine, mija."
Jonathan Anderson tapped his fingers against the table, waiting patiently on the man he was suppose to meet with. He glanced at his watch: Late. Someone being late was his biggest pet peeve and he needed to finish this transaction and leave before someone figured how where he was. He needed a beautiful piece of arm candy; innocent and beautiful, old enough to fool the press and good enough to end the night on a nice note. He checked his watch again and huffed, thinking that she better be perfect at this rate.
June 19th, 2015 at 04:20am