CarnivalBarker
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(This is open for 1 M, and I am open to taking it in any direction. PM your idea first, and we can pick up once I select a co-writer)
Camey could not believe her luck. More appropriately, she could not believe how little luck she had. Her shift at Bullfeathers had ended later than usual, and now, at 2:00 in the morning, her car wouldn't start. Bullfeathers sat in a dark little area just off the House offices next to the Capitol in Washington. When she first came here, she thought she could make great money, but she learned quickly that the congressmen and staffers in the area were super cheap and typically just wanted to flirt with the girls because it was the closest thing they could have to an affair. Publicly anyway. Their high profile never kept them from propositioning her. Sometimes it was simply a request for a number, all the way up to pure offers of large sums of money for a night at her apartment or their condo. She couldn't deny that it appealed to her at times, more now that she always apparently was paying to fix her car or pay any number of other bills. She ran her hand through her hair wondering how she might get home, and how she would pay for groceries since the repair she needed would likely chew up all her tips until at least the end of the month. She realized she needed help in the worst way, and she realized she was becoming desperate.
The girl looked around, then climbed into her dead car and pulled up AAA on her cell. She waited the requisite 20-30 minutes for the wrecker to arrive, grateful that her dad insisted on paying for the service as long as he had. A couple hours later, she was snuggled into her bed, purely exhausted from the long day and longer night, combined with the stress of wondering how she would pay to fix her car, buy a new car, or even fund a metro pass to just get from her Georgetown apartment. She wondered if she would have to even move from there, where it was nice and upscale, and whether she could survive in sucha large, costly city, in a rough, less sterile neighborhood. She teared up a little at the thought before thinking to herself, "I am going to have to do something else." The next day, she felt only rested, but no better.
She got up, padded across he room in her plaid men's boxer shorts and tiny shirt and looked in the mirror. She stretched and thought again about what to do as she pulled on her black dress that was her hostess attire, then pegged her hair back with a hair clip. "I just need an opportunity," she thought as she gathered up seven dolars in change that would get her back to Bullfeathers for one more day. "Or some great tips," she thought again. "I just need a good day," she thought, fearing this one would be just more of the same.
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Camey could not believe her luck. More appropriately, she could not believe how little luck she had. Her shift at Bullfeathers had ended later than usual, and now, at 2:00 in the morning, her car wouldn't start. Bullfeathers sat in a dark little area just off the House offices next to the Capitol in Washington. When she first came here, she thought she could make great money, but she learned quickly that the congressmen and staffers in the area were super cheap and typically just wanted to flirt with the girls because it was the closest thing they could have to an affair. Publicly anyway. Their high profile never kept them from propositioning her. Sometimes it was simply a request for a number, all the way up to pure offers of large sums of money for a night at her apartment or their condo. She couldn't deny that it appealed to her at times, more now that she always apparently was paying to fix her car or pay any number of other bills. She ran her hand through her hair wondering how she might get home, and how she would pay for groceries since the repair she needed would likely chew up all her tips until at least the end of the month. She realized she needed help in the worst way, and she realized she was becoming desperate.
The girl looked around, then climbed into her dead car and pulled up AAA on her cell. She waited the requisite 20-30 minutes for the wrecker to arrive, grateful that her dad insisted on paying for the service as long as he had. A couple hours later, she was snuggled into her bed, purely exhausted from the long day and longer night, combined with the stress of wondering how she would pay to fix her car, buy a new car, or even fund a metro pass to just get from her Georgetown apartment. She wondered if she would have to even move from there, where it was nice and upscale, and whether she could survive in sucha large, costly city, in a rough, less sterile neighborhood. She teared up a little at the thought before thinking to herself, "I am going to have to do something else." The next day, she felt only rested, but no better.
She got up, padded across he room in her plaid men's boxer shorts and tiny shirt and looked in the mirror. She stretched and thought again about what to do as she pulled on her black dress that was her hostess attire, then pegged her hair back with a hair clip. "I just need an opportunity," she thought as she gathered up seven dolars in change that would get her back to Bullfeathers for one more day. "Or some great tips," she thought again. "I just need a good day," she thought, fearing this one would be just more of the same.
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