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His hands had been so greedy on her body, pulling her closer and closer until she couldn't tell what was his and what was hers. His mouth was hot on her neck, tongue licking experimentally at golden flesh as her fingers sunk into his sandy blonde hair. Some stranger she'd met at the club, and hit it off with...she supposed that was alright. It was only for one night...she arched under his insistent fingers, feeling her protective layers melting away under such a touch. Her head tossed softly as she felt him all over her, tasting and easing her into a relaxed state.
It was over sooner than she expected, staring at the snoring figure beside her - her clothes were gatheredup, she showered in his shower and redressed herself. As she dressed in front of the mirror it would seem she was acting normally until one would look and see she was avoiding her own gaze in the mirror. She was dirty...a really dirty person. She went home and stared at the wall, knowing it would just another night of the general self loathing she felt...of course, she could always call her mother. Let the older woman insult her so she wouldn't have to do it to herself. She finally met her gaze in her dresser mirror, staring into her mirror-vision violet eyes, reaching out to touch the pretty face before her.
"...Who are you?" She whispered, feeling her chest ache a little. "...Who have you become...?" Her reflection murmured sadly at her. "...I don't know you anymore."
...I didn't really mean for it to happen.
I slipped up...I guess....I'm getting sloppier. Boss said so, cos I fell on stage today - blamed it on too much polish because Donna slipped too, so it wasn't really my fault at being clumsy. But damnit, I never thought I'd be unhappy with my job! I love stripping. I love dancing around and being looked at, but for some reason I just haven't been happy lately.
LJ am I going crazy?
((OOC: Backdated to April 30th, 2008))