《No Name Yet》有有

2、~Chapter 2~

　　~Chapter 2~
　　My life still continued on, just as the same as the rest of the world. I

　　didn’t feel much difference of now and before, except that I had to look after

　　a drunken couple weeks ago, and now I only have to take care of myself. Just

　　as always; I have to haggle over every penny, try my best to use them wisely;

　　also try to save money into the bank each month. Sometimes a thousand, or

　　sometimes a few hundred bucks. So many things are unpredictable, peoples,

　　jobs, and this world…

　　I was still doing the same job, but only in the different place. I

　　worked in a nightclub, taking off my proper clothes, wearing hot bikinis; put

　　on lipsticks, fake eye lashes, and wigs. Yes, I am a Las Vegas Show Girl; I

　　had cut off the school when I was a tenth grader, because I’ve had to work and

　　to pay the debts for their alcohol. Anyway, my job is, showing those lustful

　　men my body; get their money out of their pockets, while at the same time

　　avoiding any touching with them. I had a pretty good income of that; I could

　　earn over a thousand bucks one night if they all came in a well mood.

　　I’ve never imagined if I could fell in love with someone in place like this. I

　　knew what they were desire of, and I was pretty conscious of what I want from

　　them also. Indeed, some guys were crazy for me and imagined if they could

　　fell in love with me. They screamed my stage name when I was on a show. They

　　kept harass me after it, asked for my real name and my phone number. That was

　　the time when I developed the sense of different kinds of men; wise, stupid,

　　dangerous, safe, cold, hot, lustful, idiots, no self-controlled, self-

　　controlled…. and it did made me became more sensitive than ever. When I

　　really got pissed off, I just took whatever the numbers or names that popped

　　into my head and tell it to them, watching their disgusting smiling faces and

　　creepy hands that reached into their pockets and took out the notebook to

　　write down whatever I told them.

　　I often took a sip of beers to let off my stress when I was flirting

　　with the men. Hardly conquer of what I was doing, pretending I was truly,

　　greatly interested in him, and sticking out my tongue and moistening my lips

　　as if I was giving him any kind of hint. This was not actually my bottom

　　line, I could go a more further than that, but I’d rather not mention it here.

　　My bottom line was, never have sex with guys from the clubs, since they are

　　so hard to trust. I was doing tons of serious jobs of how to protect myself;

　　it was a harsh environment here, and I had heard too many miserable stories

　　that happened on other girls who does the same work as me. I must be really

　　careful of anyone that might put any drugs in my drinks, or anyone who want

　　to touch my butt, breasts, waist, and those sensitive places. But meanwhile I

　　must have to hanging around with them, flirting with them. I am not a bitch,

　　like what other people believe my carrier was. I do all these for survival.

　　To survive in this cruel world, I must not let pass even a single

　　opportunity, and this is my principle.

　　It was another great Saturday; I made another big black mark on the

　　calendar and held up a cup of French Vanilla to felt its warmness. Then

　　suddenly I have an impulse of giving myself a vacation. I used to work as

　　7*24 throughout the last few years, but not today, I told myself. Is not that

　　I gave up on my principle, I’m just too sick of what I am getting in the club -

　　-- fooling the guys around while at the same time fooling myself also. I

　　grabbed an extra large T-shirt and a short and then fit myself in.

　　I walked into my boss’s office, she was a in an age between thirty or

　　forty which I could hardly judge, and surely enough she was always charm and

　　sexy. No one knows her real name other than her stage name --- Floria.

　　“Ms. Boss, I need a day off.” I leaned forward on her desk and asked her with

　　tremendous force. Well, it really didn’t matter of her acceptation or not, I

　　came here only to give her a notice of what I am going to do, because I am a

　　responsible person.

　　“Ha, I see… You are getting tired of this job aren’t you?” she lit up a

　　cigarette and smiled at me.

　　“Same as always.” I replied shortly with impatience. I am certainly tired of

　　being an entertainment, which now I don’t want to entertain anyone on this

　　earth other than myself.

　　“Gillian,” her long fingers were like vines that suddenly reached and thread

　　under my chin and held me more over to her, very deliberately she blew a

　　smoke ring into the air. “Girl, you know what the most I like about you?”

　　A terrible pulse answered her question. I felt slightly uneasy with this

　　touching.

　　“Hey, girl, relax.” She began to giggle like a little girl who got plenty of

　　terrific candies, and eventually loosened up her fingers as if she felt what

　　I felt. “Anyways…. Did you get what I mean?” She lowered her voice abruptly.

　　Another terrible pulse.

　　“Gillian, you are such a cute one!” she couldn’t control herself and finally

　　burst out laughing.

　　Yeah, yeah, I know, I sighed. And you are not the first one who comment me

　　like this. I thought, but I didn’t speak out.

　　“So am I getting this day off or what?” I frowned, sick of playing games with

　　her.

　　“Sure, sweetie. As a matter of fact, you can take this whole weekend off.

　　This is your first time to have some rest since you came here,” she grinned,

　　“If I remembered it correctly.” and her eyes were more serious this time.

　　“Thanks a lot.” I appreciated her sincerely and left that frazzled space

　　which I could barely breathe, but with the feeling that her eyes were still

　　traveling up and down at my back like a scanning machine. Just the second I

　　saw that bright blue sky and breathed one more uncontaminated air, I felt

　　like I haven’t been out of the jail for seventy-seven point seven years. I’ve

　　heard of them saying…that… my boss, is a lesbian. So God bless me, I made a

　　cross.