“I’m just saying you have the body for it.” Amber’s voices easily carried through the small motel room from the bed she was sitting on into the bathroom where Vanessa was finishing putting on a modest amount of make-up while still attempting to look give-me-more-tips attractive. “In fact you have more of a body for it then most the dancers there; you’d make enough to at least get a better room.”
“My rooms just fine.” Vanessa finished her makeup and switched out her comfortable bra for the bikini top that was her uniform. Amber shrugged and began flipping through the channels on the screen on the wall in front of her.
“I’m surprised you’re here at all, you plan everything out ten steps ahead I figured you’d have a place to stay worked out a month or two ago.” Amber was unimpressed with current channel choices and returned to the news Vanessa had left on.
“I uh, just kind of needed to get out in a hurry.” Vanessa tried to pick her phrasing delicately while she put on the two layers of fishnets she had convinced her manager to let her wear, and then piled on some wristbands at shoulder elbow and wrist levels.
“Yeah had to blow the scene, I’ve been there.” Amber checked through her phone while she waited for Vanessa to finish getting ready. Vanessa looked in the mirror at her more then she wished to be exposed self. She felt slightly relieved that the lack of money she had to spend on food was keeping her thin. Relief was short lived however.
“..According to sources inside the mayor’s office, a new initiative has been started to hunt down criminals throughout the sol system…”Vanessa walked out of the bathroom and turned to the screen as her heart rate rose. “...the new guide lines that have been tentatively approved by the interplanetary committee state that specially sanctioned agents of law enforcement from megacities will be allowed to travel to other planets in the system and bring wanted individuals back to be tried for their crimes.” Vanessa began sweating, she tried to calm herself down, plan her next move. Did she need to leave? Could she? Where else could she go? Did she have the money? How would she get-
“You aight ‘nessa?” Amber had stopped bouncing her foot and leaned forward to make eye contact with Vanessa.
“Fine.” She forced a smile and dived back into the bathroom, covered a washcloth with cold water and plastered it on her face. She held it until her heart slowed and her breathing steadied. She looked at herself in the mirror and tried to hold back tears.
“…’nessa?” Amber spoke softly.
“I just need to redo my make up.” Vanessa had screwed up; Amber had been looking out for her since she got here, but being a stripper didn’t make her stupid.
“Here let me help.” Amber and Vanessa sat against the counter on the sink, in a relieving silence as Amber re-applied makeup and calmed the slow of tearing eyes.
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