"Random"
Allie wakes up and finds herself laying on her front on the silk-sheet bed. She looks around the room to discover she's alone and it's already afternoon. She was about to call out for Sasha when she hears the showers going. Allie gets off the bed and follows the sound of spraying water to the bathroom through the wide walk-in closet.
Allie notices two wigs on one of the closet's high shelves. One black and above-shoulder length, the other purple and long. She stops to examine the outfits on hangers. The first is a black maid's uniform with a skirt that seems too short, the next is a white latex nurse's uniform and the one after that is a schoolgirl's outfit with another too-short skirt.
The door to the bathroom opens and Sasha walks out with her hair and torso wrapped with towels. Her mouth opens from the surprise of seeing Allie, pulling out the schoolgirl costume.
"What kind of meeting does an interior designer get to wear this?" Allie inquires with a scowl.
Sasha sighs. "Okay, I tried to find work in interior design when I got my art degree but the field is competitive and I had loans to pay."
"So, you became a hooker." Allie accuses.
"Escort." An offended Sasha defends with a raised voice. "Not all of us can be car thieves."
Allie lets the outfit fall to the floor as she storms out of the closet. Returning to the bedroom, she picks up and gathers her clothes on the floor. Sasha enters soon after, displeased with her guest's manner.
"Hey, we're not done here." Sasha states. "I know what you think of me escorting but at least I have to steal cars or shoot at people or even start fires." Sasha pulls the towel covering her body, exposing herself. "Look at this." Sasha presents her nude body. "Do you know how much money men are willing to pay to fuck me? A lot. And I'm really good at it."
"I'm not mad that you're a whore, I'm mad that you lied to me." Allie says, pulling her underwear over her ass as she avoids looking at the naked woman near her.
"
Whore
?" Sasha replies, offended. "This is why I didn't tell you the truth because you would always turn into a major cunt, usually after sex."
"And yet, you keep flashing you tits or spreading your legs at me. Why's that?" Allie questions, facing Sasha.
"Because you're my friend." Sasha exclaims.
The argument is interrupted by the ringing of Sasha's cell phone on the dresser near the door. Between the ringing, an uncomfortable, unnerving silence falls on the two girls. The phone rings a few more times until Sasha walks pass Allie to the dresser and retrieve her phone. Before answering, Sasha looks over the caller ID.
"One of your johns?" Allie asks.
"Client." Sasha answers, pulling the towel from her hair and presses the answer button. "Well, hello you." Sasha says with a convincingly cheery tone. "I was wondering when you'd call."
Allie resumes dressing herself as Sasha continues with her call.
"Sure, I'm available. Come by in an hour?" Sasha says so bubbly. "Great. Who would you like to greet at the door? Geisha girl or Princess Robot Bubblegum?"
So, that's explains the purple wig.
Allie thinks.
Allie finishes dressing by the time Sasha ends her call. Sasha's smile and welcoming disposition vanishes. The uncomfortable silence returns when Allie and Sasha look at each other.
"I'm gonna crash at my cousin's." Allie says.
"I think that's best." Sasha replies.
Without any word, Sasha makes her way to the bathroom. Allie heads for the door to leave but stops for a final glance at Sasha in the few seconds before she disappears in the walk-in closet. She admires the wet blond hair clinging on to her back, down pass her perfectly curved waist, ending above her toned, apple-shaped, G-string tan lined ass.
With Sasha now out of her sight, Allie leaves the room.
* * * *
Allie glumly walks down Bismarck Avenue on her way to the East Park subway station. She puts the unpleasant argument between her and Sasha in the back of her mind to focus on getting back to making money. She notices a black Sabre GT with a yellow racing stripe parked ahead of her. Near the muscle car for her to look over, Allie stops and debates with herself to steal the car for some quick cash.
The sound of yelling prompts Allie to turn her sights to the back driveway behind her. She witnesses a couple in an argument. The man is white with his dirty blond hair in a wavy mullet, wearing a charcoal grey trench coat over his hot pink muscle shirt, blue jeans and riding boots. The woman is black with Jheri curled shoulder-length hair, wearing a purple loose-fitting sleeveless half-shirt over her red lace bra containing her voluptuous breasts with black tight leather concealing her fully-rounded ass and red stiletto heels.
"I'm fucking tired of you treating me like shit, Tool!" The black woman loudly states.
"Listen here, Raj, I'll treat my bitches the way I'll want to treat them!" The man with the mullet yells.
"Well, I ain't your bitch no more, you delusional, self-centered, limp-dick, moronic asshole."
The man called Tool lays a swift backhanded slap across Raj's face, knocking her to the wall behind her. Shocked and disoriented, Raj manages to stay on her feet, leaning against the wall.
"HEY!"
Tool turns and sees an enraged Allie stomping towards him.
"You want to try that shit with me?" Allie yells, clutching her fists.
