Her body moved fluidly under the flashing club lights. The tight navy blue dress she wore hugged what little curves her long body had. Auburn waves caressed her shoulders and spilled down her back that was open and bare to the dancing crowd and flashing lights of the paparazzi. The Silver Jimmy Choos she wore to the club were forgotten in her black Prada clutch that rested at her and her 'friends' private booth. How much she had changed. How anyone could change so much in such little time was beyond me. Here in this fancy club with its expensive water-downed liquor, and the lights from the flashes of the cameras and glow from the Holly Wood sign she was Elizabeth Ruse.
The exotic Model/Actress that in her short high climb to fame had already posed for Vogue, British Vogue, Spanish Vogue, U.K Vogue all the damn Vogues you could think off. Not to mention Italian Elle, Japanese Marie Clair, and had two what-you-call-it 'center fold' interview and photo-shoot for Marie Clair, Elle, and Harper's Bizarre. And that was only on paper, on the runway she walked for Dolce & Gabana, Tommy Hilfiger, Prada, Gucci all the fucking name brands you could think off.
She turned eighteen and she was gone, ready for more than the second hand fashion shows and alley way productions. She wanted more; no she "needed more". That's what she had said when she broke it off with me coming on our two year anniversary that started the summer of our Junior Year and lasted until her agent said "she was ready for more" that he had her lined up with all the damn fucking castings her heart wanted.
So she left me. She left that shit-hole town that held me along with her past friends. She left herself behind; she traded in 'Clair Turner' for 'Elizabeth Ruse'. That one name change and she caught on fire. She was zipped away and placed in her break though role that included Cain Antos and a sex scene along with him. And that's all it took. A flash of her breasts on camera and she had Paparazzi following her left and right. Movies and Runways and Magazines followed after that and she went from a Whataburger Waitress that did Second hand Runway shows and forgotten Plays in a crumbling theater on the weekends to a big hot shot over night.
She numbered twelve on Playboys Most Hottest Models and Fourth on Playboys Most Sexiest Actresses.
"Araon, man she's down." Eric one of my closest 'friends' here in 'Hore Wood' pointed over to the private booth where Clair/Elizabeth had sat down laughing as one of the pitiful drummers slipped his hand up her already hiked up dress. Clair finished off her second Vodka and Cranberry and slid the empty glass into the center of the table where it joined her other empty glasses and shots. Straddling her long legs over his lap she looked down into his bloodshot eyes. Biting the corner of her lips she tilted her head and teased him as their lips barely touched, she pulled back inhaling his alcohol and cigarette breath. I couldn't watch anymore I turned back to Erik and nodded.
Erik the bartender pulled up one of the many fancy glasses whipped it down then poured cranberry juice a little over half way. He glanced around the bar making sure that the one of the many cameras were rotating away from us, and before the little black camera could finish its pivot the little white pill was dissolving, almost gone as Erik put the cap back on the Vodka bottle. Swirling the liquor together he placed it on a tray.
"Gia!" He called as one of the waitresses pulled up to the bar. Her bleach blond hair was flat and her eyes colored to resemble raccoon's eyes. Her hands slipped around the tray the fake hot pink nails gripping the side of the tray she walked to the booth.
"Come on Beth baby I can make it worth your wild." John slurred into my ear.
"I'm sure you could, but I'm having plenty fun here." I gyrated my thighs and the pulsing space between them against his hard erection. "Oh goody!" I pulled the drink off the tray before the dumb blond could put it down. "Put it on my tab hun." I drank down the juice and alchie. A few drips landed on my chest and John took it on his liberty to suck the running streams off.
"No need miss, your agent has already paid off you tabs and has a new cover on you." The busty blond rattled off. I didn't care to hear her as the liquor pushed its wonderful self into my blood veins.
"Wooo!" I laughed placing the empty glass onto the table where the deaths of my previous glasses of Crown, Vodka, and the two shots of Pure Silver were taken away. I had always been a heavy drunk, maybe it was because of my long body it took more than a case of beer or a couple bottle of Parrot to kick me on my ass.
