Play to Pay: Chapter 1

Jezebel sat in the red director-style chair facing the mirror. It was the type of mirror that every little girl wanted. You know the kind with light bulbs all around it? Her blue feather boa was draped across the back of the chair. An hour ago Jezie wouldn’t have recognized the face staring back at her. She had been completely transformed. Her vibrant green eyes were outlined in the blackest of black eyeliners. Her plump lips had been painted a deep red while her dark brown hair was hanging in loose curls.

Jezie loved her hair. It was a deep chestnut brown, but it had red in it. The red was subtle, you could only see it when the light hit it in the right way. At the moment she was wrapped in a plush white robe with colorful polka dots all over it. Glancing up at the clock she sighed. Only 10 minutes until open and she still had to get dressed. She walked over to the clothing rack and leafed through it. Finally she decided on a red dress. It was made out of a spandex like material so it clung to her in all the right places. She had a narrow waist and large breasts. Perfect for a stripper. Her hips were just sort of there, although boys seemed to like them just fine. She was short, only about 5’2 but that was nothing a good pair of heels couldn’t fix.

She walked over to the Shoe Box. That was what the girls called the 10 x 10 cardboard box full of every shoe imaginable. Taking out her favorite pair of red leather pumps she made her way to her chair. Jezie strapped on the shoes and looked up in the mirror.

“How the fuck did I get here? I used to be such a good kid and now looked at me,” she scoffed to no one in particular.

--------------------------------Flashback-------------------------------------

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

“Hang on, hang on,” yelled Jezie. She had been in the shower when someone began to pound at her front door. She was 15. Her mother was an obsessive alcoholic who brought home a different guy every night. Had she lost her key again?

Jezebel wrapped a ratty old towel around her thin frame. They hadn’t been eating much lately. Or paying their rent. Her dad had walked out on them last month. He said that Lauren’s drinking had gotten to be too much for him to handle. He had patted Jezie on the head and walked out the door, and her life, for ever.

When Jezie opened the door and realized it wasn’t her mother she tried to maneuver the towel as best she could. It was either cleavage or the bottom of her ass that showed. She chose cleavage.

Her landlord, Tony Harrison, was looking her up and down, letting his eyes linger at certain spots.

“Hi, you’re Lauren’s daughter, Jezebel, right?,” Tony asked, accentuating her name.

“Yeah. Can I help you?”

“Oh yeah, sorry, I’m your landlord. I know that your Mom’s tight on cash, but your 2 weeks late on rent.”

Jezebel blushed. She didn’t realize he would notice they were late so soon. She only had 30 of the 200 dollars that was due. Tony, noticing the look on Jezebel’s face, and the amount of cleavage she had, coughed and began to speak.

“Well, maybe there’s another way you can pay…”

“JEZEBEL! YOU’RE ON! GET THAT HOT LITTLE ASS ON STAGE! NOW!”

Tony’s voice echoed through the dressing room as Sara was drawn out of her flashback. She slid out of her chair, stood up straight, did a once over in her mirror, wrapped her boa around her shoulders, took a deep breath and walked toward the dusty red velvet curtain.