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Red
Black Market Trader Olympia, WA Single Played by Shawna
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Scuffed boots tromped up the musty staircase. Creaky floors and moldy ceilings were the prominent features in the hallways of Tessa's apartment building. Red passed peeling paint and cracked doors with tarnished numbers on his way to the end of the hall. Tessa's neighbors were drug addicts and criminals, her landlord didn't ask for background checks so long as the rent was due in time. The kinds of people Red wished she didn't have to associate with, but she was too proud and stubborn to ask for or accept any help from him.

As far as Tessa knew - or at least as far as Red thought she knew - their bi-weekly meetings were simply a drop-off. Red was happy for the business and the sex, but they were also to make sure she was okay - that she hadn't been killed by one of her kind neighbors or humble patrons. She talked lazily about her clients. No names, just descriptions of the usual kinds of men that hired girls like her. Old, fat, abusive. He saw the marks they left on her fragile body, the way they used her and tossed her aside. In Red's loud and often-stated opinion, the money wasn't worth the damage she suffered. She would end up dead as soon as someone forgot she was a real human.

Tessa's apartment number swung upside down on one nail, its twin had fallen out long ago. Red knocked on the door and waited, pushing his long hair over to one shoulder. The spare key he had somehow forced out of her nestled on his keyring just in case. He always wondered how long to wait before letting himself in, but she always opened the door just before he reached into his pocket, revealing whatever sorry state her last customer had left her in.

TAG @TESSA LITTLE

May 3 2018, 02:36 PM
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Sunny
Call Girl New York Single Played by Lana
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Colour bled from saccharine cereal as Tessa Little served up her second round of fruit loops. The chilled bowl dripped condensation onto her bare thigh, droplets rolling over the curved flesh and wetting the aged orange corduroy of her futon. A vintage laughtrack blared from the television’s tinny speakers, dead pixels fixing an unnatural blemish to Betty Rubble’s forehead.

“I’d feel better if I knew Fred was alright.” Wilma drawled transatlantically.

She wished she could follow the storyline, could tether her mind to the simple antics of the prehistoric family. The stink of weed, the cooling butt of a handrolled blunt and the blonde’s vacant expression made it clear focusing on anything at all would be a challenge.

The decision to vacate her mind had been intentional, memories of last night’s job spent the morning poking painfully at the purple mementos on her stomach, breasts and shoulders.

Her head turned belatedly at a knock at the door, eyes narrowing as she attempted to recall any prior engagements. Pizza? Plumber? Police? She chuckled for no apparent reason, discarding her bowl on the floor and straightening up.

Red. A look through the peephole confirmed it and she grinned brightly. Clumsy fingers reaching up to tug the door chain free. He was here this time every two weeks, an eternally welcome presence in her home. She ought to start marking these dates on her calendar, counting down the days until the handsome man and his pretty plastic bags showed up on her doorstep.

She wasn’t exactly dressed for entertaining, striped underwear barely concealed by a gloomy t-shirt too baggy to have originally been her’s. Of course, modesty had no roll to play in their relationship.

She pulled the door open, lips fixed in a coy grin. “Hey you.” Beneath her purred greeting the invisible audience roared with laughter at the corner of her living room. She left the door wide open, turning her back on him to return to the comfort of her futon.

“You gotta be nice to me today okay?” She felt a twinge at her ribs as she flopped onto the cushions. “I’m on my period.” In addition to being factual, she hoped the confession would serve to dissuade him from peering at the sad tableau hidden beneath somebody else’s t-shirt.

May 4 2018, 01:46 AM
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Red
Black Market Trader Olympia, WA Single Played by Shawna
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She was a sore sight for already weary eyes. Her baggy t-shirt sat heavy on her frame, fused with sweat and stains, barely covering the tool of her trade. She reeked of weed and her dilated eyes told him it was recent. Hey, you. How the hell did he get so invested in a girl like her.

Red stepped into the dark apartment and swung the door shut behind him.

"Guess you made it another month, then," Red teased, loosely hiding the truth to his statement, and the wish that she would at least try to make something wholesome of herself before she ended up being the mother of some pig's bastard. He tossed the bag of mushrooms on her entry table and kicked off his boots. He hardly had the right to say anything about honest, wholesome work. "Congrats."

He meandered through her apartment, picking up spare dishes and bringing them to the kitchen sink. He dumped an ashtray into the trash, knocking it against the side to shake off remaining bits of gray. It likely hadn't been emptied since the last time he was there. He emptied the coffee filter of old grounds and over-filled a new one, water sputtering through old mechanics before dripping into the stained pot. The thought of starting a load of laundry while he was there crossed his mind. He needed to remember to take the garbage out with him when he left.

Animated voices carried through the apartment as if broadcasted through a gramophone, and a brightly colored toucan stood out on its box in comparison to the dull, washed-out colors of Tessa's nest of found furniture and garage sale wares. He glanced over towards the back of her head - a mess of blonde locks disheveled with sleep illuminated by the cartoon glow.

God, she was young.

Red walked towards the sofa, vaulting himself over the back and landing with a soft thud on the over-stuffed futon. He draped his arm around her bony shoulders and pretended to make sense of whatever nonsense was on the flickering screen.

"Hey," he said, rolling kindness off his tongue, landing a soft kiss above her temple. It would've been almost brotherly if not for the 'benefits' half of their relationship. "When am I not nice to you?" Maybe his initial remark had been in bad taste.

May 4 2018, 02:33 AM
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Call Girl New York Single Played by Lana
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A flash of teeth and a lazy thumbs up provided an unconscious answer to his congratulations. The morbid subtext of his words prodded at her etherized sensibilities, slick against her skin like a clammy shower curtain. Uncomfortable, but ultimately harmless.

Red had sensibly low expectations considering the terms of their relationship. He understood the grip she held on her own wellbeing was feeble at best. She wondered what would happen if he turned up for his fortnightly drop off and found her corpse draped across the futon. Well, you were kinda due for this, kiddo…

She busied her fingers fetching a cigarette from the open packet on the coffee table, snatching a match and flicking it against the wooden arm of the futon. It snapped beneath her clumsy handling and she frowned, tossing it on the floor and sinking into the futon with the unlit cigarette suspended at the corner of her lips. Barney and Fred played a few rounds of archaic bowling.

The scent of fresh coffee, mingling with the herbal aroma that had enveloped her apartment, was the first clue to dent her hebetude. Somewhere, maybe only a few feet away, somebody was involved in something productive. And yet, she stayed fixed on Barney Rubble’s promise that he was about to make a big strike.

He sank into the couch beside her, the disturbance sending the cigarette rolling off her lips and landing against her chest. His arm settled around her shoulders and her smile ran deep enough to tug at her heartstrings. “Only when you’re being a pain in ass.” She told him, her breath heavy with artificial sweeteners. “Which is always really...” Her elbow jabbed teasingly at his ribs.

May 4 2018, 08:57 AM
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Red
Black Market Trader Olympia, WA Single Played by Shawna
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As he slumped down next to her, the white and yellow stick fell from her lazy lips, he wondered if she was even cognizant enough to register that it had dropped from her grasp. He picked the discarded cigarette off of the svelte surface of her chest and tossed it onto the coffee table. His torso arched inward as she toyed with him, meagerly trying to escape her taunts. She smiled at him, either at his jovial words or the gentle touch he assumed she seldom experienced. Her breath was warm with herb masked by sugar, the fake fodder surely rotting at her teeth and intestines.

It was a wonder that she was only nineteen. He sometimes wondered if it was another lie she told to her clients. Maybe her age, like her name and her innocence were just carefully fabricated as a clever business plan. Maybe she was younger, nineteen a less suspicious lie than eighteen. Or maybe she was older, clinging on to teenagehood so she could be careless and childish. Either way, she made him feel old. An unanswered question of whether he should be responsible for something more than checking on the basic human needs of a whore.

"Nah," he replied, his nose scrunching in feigned disagreement. "I'm definitely always nice to you." He returned her playful attack on his ribs, his fingers darting to her stomach, prodding into her ticklish flesh beneath the dark fabric.

May 4 2018, 02:47 PM
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Call Girl New York Single Played by Lana
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She watched the cigarette soar through the air, landing against the coffee table and rolling into a soiled plate. She’d been about to smoke that...but she unable to quite tie together the abstract train of events that had deprived her the dull buzz.

What she got instead was better - warm chest, broad shoulders, velvet voice. He was cooler than cool - an elegant mirage to disturb the shallow swamp of forgetfulness and fructose.

His fingers poked at her battered torso, lips breathing an unintentional hiss that she fought to dissolve into giggles. Narrow fingers circled his wrist, making a playful effort to push him away. “You call this nice?” She countered, sinking deeper into the orange cushions as she withdrew.

Jun 1 2018, 11:11 AM
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Red
Black Market Trader Olympia, WA Single Played by Shawna
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Red's playful return was met with a hiss, poorly veiled by an uncertain laugh and a hazy response. His brow furrowed slightly and his smile weakened. His touch had been light, not enough to cause any actual pain - unless...

He slid his wrist out from her feeble grasp and exchanged it for his own grip around her bony wrist, holding it hostage while he removed his other arm from around her shoulders and peeled the faded fabric up her torso. In the concave space between the protrusions of her hips and her ribcage, splotches of blue dotted her pale skin. Still red in places, he knew that they were recent, likely from the night prior. Painted in groups of five, it was clear they were from the hands of someone too large and dimwitted to have any right to be with her.

"Goddamnit, Tessa." Red yanked her shirt back down, covering the canvas of her body and released her wrist. The coffee maker beeped at them - a well-timed excuse. He pushed himself from the sunken cushion and strode back towards the kitchen. Coffee mugs clang together before he slammed the cupboard door.

Jun 1 2018, 12:44 PM
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Sunny
Call Girl New York Single Played by Lana
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She watched his expression falter, brows pulling together, the whites of his teeth shrouded with a scowl. He was too clever for her, unraveling in seconds the truths she’d hoped to keep to herself.

“Don’t-” The word was barely beyond her lips before he’d pulled her shirt upwards, the dismal composition of contusions unveiled.

Her repressed senses struggled to comprehend the reaction. She watched his lip twitch, his hand brushing down her shirt briskly. Goddamnit Tessa. Disappointment. Disgust. He moved away, footsteps heavy against the floorboards as he paced about the kitchen. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably as she peered over the back of the couch. Her fingers knotted together nervously. She didn’t want him to be mad at her.

The need to calm him was overwhelming - a drive strong enough to pierce through her stupor. The trouble was she barely understood why he was so upset. “They’ll be gone in a couple days…” She answered unsurely, attending to the likely case that he was annoyed by the aesthetics. Untidiness was one thing, but nobody wanted to fuck a battered whore.


Jun 1 2018, 01:21 PM
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Red
Black Market Trader Olympia, WA Single Played by Shawna
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She tried to stop him as best she could in her current state, which only made him more upset. She looked nervous, almost scared, and he hated himself for a moment, but maybe this time she would finally get it.

"They shouldn't be there in the first place!" He struggled to keep his voice from rising. He wasn't mad at her, not really, but the people he really wanted to yell at were up in their corner offices, convincing themselves that they hadn't done their wives wrong, not knowing that one day their actions would leave the nameless girl dead. "Why can't you understand that you don't have to put up with this?" How many times had he told her he could get her a decent job. How many times had he mentioned that this cafe or that shop was hiring?

He pulled the refrigerator door open and sniffed at the creamer, frowning before dumping it down the sink. He lumped more sugar than anyone sane would want into Tessa's cup and begrudgingly walked back over to the futon, holding it out for her cold hands. Red slumped back into the cushions and sighed before muttering, "And they'll take two weeks to heal because you're probably anemic," eyeing the bowl of cereal. He huffed deep breaths, his blood still simmering at the little girl next to him.

Jun 1 2018, 01:50 PM
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Call Girl New York Single Played by Lana
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She didn’t get it, that much seemed painfully clear to Red. His shoulders were tense as he moved about the kitchen, unaffected by her feeble attempt to assuage his concerns. He spoke of a distant fantasy - a world in which she was capable of providing for herself without compromising her safety and sanity. Selling herself was the only thing she’d ever managed to do without consistently disappointing people.

“I’ve gotta pay rent, Red.” She told him, narrow shoulders lifting and falling limply. His frustration had always been difficult to fathom. The concerns about her living situation had baffled her at first, but she’d dismissed his nurturing as a preference, his need to straighten things up as some type of OCD tendency.

Today it was far too tempting to believe he really cared. Not for the sex, or the companionship, or the amusement. But for her.

The carton of creamer thudded against the side of the trash can. Barney Rubble collided head first with a dozen stone bowling pins.

He settled next to her, hot porcelain thrusted against her palm. She pressed her knees together tightly. “What’s anemic?” She asked, head tilting in hope for a change of subject.


Jun 1 2018, 02:16 PM
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Red
Black Market Trader Olympia, WA Single Played by Shawna
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"There are other ways, Tessa," he patronized monotonously. "Maybe if you actually gave something else an honest try you would see that you don't have to sell your body. Hell, go ahead and be a stripper for all I care - just anything where greasy old men aren't knocking you around like punching bag." Somehow billions of other people managed to make rent without getting beat up, why on earth did she have to be any different.

She was apathetic. She didn't understand, nor did she care to. He wished he had a more glamorous life to show her what could be. Drugs and animal parts, black magic trinkets, sold under the cover of night, away from the watchful eye of The Man, were hardly anything worth being pompous for. But Red was careful, and he knew it was easier for him to back out of a business encounter than it was for her.

He eyed her as she tried to change the subject. Maybe one day he would learn that there was no persuading her.

"It means the food you eat is shit for you," he punctuated, leaning forward to set his coffee on the table, before rocking back again, glaring at the glowing lights on the screen, his arm resting against hers.

Jun 1 2018, 02:34 PM
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Call Girl New York Single Played by Lana
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She tried to picture it - flipping burgers or bagging groceries, twirling around a pole in some dingy nightclub. She’d been there before, running out coffees and washing dishes in a downtown cafe under the scrutiny of a soccer mom with a stick up her ass. It wasn’t her scene. Punctuality and obedience simply weren’t in her blood. “Tried it.” She told him, watching the steam rise off her mug, seemingly unbothered by the scorching porcelain pressed against her thin skin.

At his elaboration she lifted her brows in understanding, glancing towards the bowl of abandoned, soggy cereal on her table. “Right.” Another area where she’d failed. Perhaps he ought to accept that she was content with her lowered personal standards.

“What do you care anyway?” She asked, somewhat daringly, her eyes shifting towards him as she anticipated the answer. This wasn’t caring, was it? This was a way to pass the time.

Jun 1 2018, 02:58 PM
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Red
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He barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes at her. He didn't believe her, not really. Maybe she had tried it for a day or two, maybe he'd give her the benefit of the doubt and wager that she'd spent a month as a waitress somewhere, in some time before he knew her. But she was clearly miserable, and clearly didn't trust that there was something better out there for her.

Misery did love company.

"Don't ask me that," he told her. "You know why." He loved her, in some sense of the word. The way you love a mangy cat or a faded memory. She brought him joy, and maybe an inkling of meaning to his life. She was something to care about in a world that he was otherwise apathetic to, and at this point, he felt a slight obligation to her - to keep her safe and make sure she was alright.

His thoughts were getting far too sentimental. "You can't blow me if you're dead," he said, deciding to change his own mind.

Jun 1 2018, 03:09 PM
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Call Girl New York Single Played by Lana
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You know why.

Perhaps he couldn’t stand the thoughts of another man’s hands on her, he’d have her take down her profile, stop answering her phone. Maybe he’d let her live with him, stargazing on the balcony as they sampled his wares. He’d guide her head against his chest, even look at her like she was worth something. Yeah. He was just the kinda guy that could save her.

You can't blow me if you're dead,

She swallowed, letting the train of thought die in the black pool between her palms. She giggled, a well practiced outburst of appreciation. Simple and submissive - an easy pill to swallow. “Well obviously.” She knocked her shoulder against his gently, peering up at him from beneath inky lashes. “You’d find some way to go on.”


Jun 3 2018, 07:06 AM
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Red
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His joke was met with a giggle and wide eyes looking up at him between clumped eyelashes. How rehearsed were these moments of hers? You’d find some way to go on. It was painful.

“Eh,” he shrugged his shoulder against her, neither confirming nor denying her comment. He would, eventually, move on after whatever tragedy her future held for her. How difficult it would be was another question entirely, and not one he necessarily wanted to think about answering.

He wondered if there was any part of her that knew that she meant something to the man next to her - or was she too self-loathing to fathom that someone could care about something other than however much it would cost them for her to get them off.

“Is this what you’re planning on doing all day?” he asked, raising his brow at the kid’s show that seemed to meaninglessly trudge along. He could likely rattle off a list of things that would be better worth her while, but he knew they would be met with closed ears. Tessa had a knack for ignoring his suggestions, no matter how persistent they were, or how much they would help her.

Jun 4 2018, 12:21 AM
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