Her Name Was Envy
Midnight. It smelled so good to me. The sweet smell of crime made my insides tingle. The full moon was out tonight and it screamed come get me. I was ready for anything the cold night could throw at me. My leather boots walked me down the icy street as I focused on the path in front of me. The mission was locked in my head and I knew I would complete it.
I watched the doors to Hells Bar grow closer, as I was drawn to them. With determination I grabbed the handle and opened the doors. I inhaled the poison of cigarette smoke and alcohol. The music was loud and harsh.
I grabbed a booth in a dark corner so I could lay low and get to know the scene. A young girl with short blonde hair walked my way. She was thin and broken down in every way possible. Her skirt was cut high barely covering her secrets and her top revealed her shame. Sweet brown eyes revealed her sorrow but a smile still rose from her pale face .
"What can I get you?", That was all she said. So simple ,so rehearsed. Was she hiding more than I thought?
"I'll take a Spiders kiss, and an ash tray ".
"No problem ".
I watched her walk away wondering just how much she knew. Did she know about the guns, Or drugs? Or did they prefer their girls ignorant.
The music suddenly changed tempos and drifted to a soft seductive song. All eyes were directed torward the stage. Theatre red curtains were being drawn back as a young girl no older than 19 walked out. She wore a doctor outfit completed with red high heels and a stethoscope. Her steps were strong and proud . She knew what she was doing.
Her hips were swaying and hypnotizing every man around. She grabbed the pole and whisked them away to a paradise past their problems and jobs. They were drooling over her lively curves and plump breast as she twirled her dance of lust.
I was mesmerized. The server appeared with my drink startling me."Can I get you anything else?" , she spit her words out with envy . Her body language said she would do anything to be that girl on stage.
"No, just put it on my tab. Who's the girl on stage". I was curious about the dancer I had to know more about her.
"That's Angel, she's the main attraction and the only way we could stay this busy on a Monday night."
My eyes went back to the stage . What is a woman of such beauty doing in such a run down, sorry excuse for a bar? There was something off about this place and it was my job to figure out exactly what it is.