Cold Champagne

First Job.

In a city filled with prostitues, whores, strippers, and pimps. All of those things seemed to run in each of my friend's families in one way or the other. People were shot and killed everyday on the side of the street ,but no one even picked up a phone to dial 911. Here, even murders were the norm.

My mother had always wanted the up most best for me as a child, dad was never in my life no-he had left the first second he saw my face. Of course, the bastard he was never left any money for us or for me leaving my mom struggling.

Things got worse and soon my mom had to go to extremes just to pay the bills and put food in my mouth, along the way I pretended, for my mom's sake, that she didn't come home late at night black and blue; stumbling around the house.

Yes that's right, our lifestyle pulled us even more together as a family rather than further tearing us apart and soon, she wasn't just my mom but also my best friend. In this harsh world, my mom's career was being a prostitute while her daughter is now a stripper starting from the age of fourteen. Very sickening it was, turns out the scumbags in my town/city like em' young too.

At least in my own horrible way, I helped my mom the best way and the fastest way I could.

"Angel your up...Angel? Angel Cakes!"

That snapped me out of it. Hinata, my long term friend, was shaking me to death like a rag doll as my entrance song blasted through the speakers of the club.

"Girl they've called your name twice and your not even halfway dressed yet!" She said urgently.

I grumbled incoherent words as she helped into my 'proactive' outfit. The black leather shorts barely covered my ass at all (my cheeks jiggled as I walked...ugh) and the bustier they made me wear was 'heavenly white and pure' (ha pure being the lie in that) and totally see through making the top of my boobs poke up and out of them.

Equipped with this charade was a pair of huge, fluffy white wings. You know, the ones they rarely show in Victoria's Secret catalogs? Yeah those. I have absolutely no idea how the douchebags that run this joint got their hands on a pair of these ridiculous things (last time I checked there wasn't a party city for miles out here) ,but now they got em'

The men outside got more and more rowdy each passing minute, Hinata (her stage name was strangely Sugar Bitch- I guess it was because even though she was a stripper too she was one of the nicest girls here) helped curl my pink hair into my signature candy curls.

Strapping the white nine inch pumps onto my feet, Hinata slapped me on the ass getting me to look alive as she applied my make up.

"Hinata-chan was that really nessecary?"

She gave me a hard ,but playful look. "You can't fall asleep on that pole you know" she giggled.

I gave her a small smile in return. How could she be so carefree in this type of situation?, she got it worse than any of us yet she's all the sunshine to our storms.

After she finished, she made me look in the mirror to check for any mistakes, I was astonished. I was transformed to look like an actual angel except the ones purely made for pleasure and err..sex.

White whips caressed the outside of my eyelids and along the sides of my face (imitating white wings) and the soft glittery pink lip gloss heightened the affect.

"Thank you Hinata-chan" I smiled at her.

She returned the smile and helped me get out of the styling chair. "How many times do I have to remind you Angel? It's Sugar not Hinata...I'm not trying to get shot or anything" she muttered.

A horrified look crossed my face when I imagined a life without her. "Don't give me that face Angel, it's sad but it's true, there's some vengeful bitches out here that lost their husbands to me"

Shaking my head, she reassured me with another slap on the ass. "Hurry up and get out there, other than me your the main attraction so escort those sleezebags to heaven"

I nodded and walked towards the black velvet curtains that would introduce me. Giving Sugar one final look before I went out I saw her outfit as well, and was really glad I was even a bit more modest than her.

Her see through g-string was a midnight black with intricate swirls (for the sole purpose of not showing too much ,but damn that was enough) with big bows on her hips. The very top of her twin 'D's peeked out the top of her matching bustier ,but was supported them with pulled down sleeves around her shoulders.

The pigtails she wore were utterly ridiculous on a grown woman such as herself, but they fit her 'character' well. Turning away from her, I pushed the black velvet curtains back with both of my hands, making room for my massive white wings.

'Wicked Games' by The Weeknd blared though the speakers, my theme. Money began to fall at my feet as I strutted towards the cold metal pole waiting for me.

"I hope you all are ready," I looked into everyone man's eyes looking back at me, "because Angel is here and will escort you safely to heaven"