When the Iris met the Butterfly 1/2(sort of sequel to Silence of the night)
anonymous
April 27 2010, 14:15:34 UTC
He didn't come anymore.
The man, a hooker known by the name of Arthur Kirkland. I guess it's my turf now eh? I wonder what happened to him? Apparently I heard from the Canadian bartender that worked next door, he found someone to support him already, and he's now taking a job as a delivery boy. Guess he wasn't happy with working the oldest profession, eh?
Now you wonder who am I. I won't tell you, you guess it yourself. All I can say is that I'm telling you this story, happy? I sell myself with reasons you might view it as sickening or you would look at me with disgust.
But back to the story. It was another night of me walking the streets. I was wearing a miniskirt alongside with fishnets on the legs and an ill fitting top. Unlike Arthur, I can carry this one better that he could, not matter how hard he tried.
But he came.
I tried to hide, but his grip on my upper arm was just too strong.
The man, a hooker known by the name of Arthur Kirkland. I guess it's my turf now eh? I wonder what happened to him? Apparently I heard from the Canadian bartender that worked next door, he found someone to support him already, and he's now taking a job as a delivery boy. Guess he wasn't happy with working the oldest profession, eh?
Now you wonder who am I. I won't tell you, you guess it yourself. All I can say is that I'm telling you this story, happy? I sell myself with reasons you might view it as sickening or you would look at me with disgust.
But back to the story. It was another night of me walking the streets. I was wearing a miniskirt alongside with fishnets on the legs and an ill fitting top. Unlike Arthur, I can carry this one better that he could, not matter how hard he tried.
But he came.
I tried to hide, but his grip on my upper arm was just too strong.
"Why?"
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