lmcms
Sweet submission
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Sally sighed as she eyed the saloon that had opened in town. It was the only place she hadn't tried for employment. She hoped she could get a job as a waitress or something she could never be a whore no matter how desitute she became. Her heart ached thinking about the loss of her father and bother. She was ashamed of the anger she felt for them having left her alone and unprepared. Taking a deep breath she straightened her shoulders and headed into "The Trick".
It was a bit smokey but not all together unpleasent but it was still early in the day from the side a man sat playing piano beautifully she closed her eyes a moment and let the music flow through her and lift her up. She almost jumped out of her skin when smoke ruffened voice behind the bar growled at her.
"What ye' wants in here lady?"
Taking a deep breath and opening her hazel eyes she let a caring smile come to her lips and she caught site of the man.
"Well Sir I was wandering if I might beable to find employment as a waitress or cleaning lady?" She stated plaining not wanting him to mistake her for a whore.
After a few moments he finally agreed she could try her hand at waitressing that night but it was her only shot. Nodding she glanced again at the man playing piano before barely lifting her skirts enough to run out the door and to find an outfit the man behind the bar would deem appropiate. His words had been simiple "If ye don't wanna be mistakens for a whore cover yer ankles. If ye want good tips show yer cleavage. Bright colors too gal we happy people no sad."
It was a bit smokey but not all together unpleasent but it was still early in the day from the side a man sat playing piano beautifully she closed her eyes a moment and let the music flow through her and lift her up. She almost jumped out of her skin when smoke ruffened voice behind the bar growled at her.
"What ye' wants in here lady?"
Taking a deep breath and opening her hazel eyes she let a caring smile come to her lips and she caught site of the man.
"Well Sir I was wandering if I might beable to find employment as a waitress or cleaning lady?" She stated plaining not wanting him to mistake her for a whore.
After a few moments he finally agreed she could try her hand at waitressing that night but it was her only shot. Nodding she glanced again at the man playing piano before barely lifting her skirts enough to run out the door and to find an outfit the man behind the bar would deem appropiate. His words had been simiple "If ye don't wanna be mistakens for a whore cover yer ankles. If ye want good tips show yer cleavage. Bright colors too gal we happy people no sad."