She gulped as she got out of the car in front of the hospital. “No mom, I can do this by myself for once. Why don’t you go relax and I’ll meet you home for dinner later” she replied. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, her mother really needed a break from her. She had a feeling if she worried too much she’d also be in her grave soon after she herself went. She smiled, waved and slammed the backseat door closed as she trotted towards the hospital steps. She didn’t hear her mothers car moving and wouldn’t at all be surprised if later her mother showed up in the waiting room.

Hospitals were all the same, if you made appointments you would still have to wait for hours. She couldn’t blame them; it wasn’t their fault that emergency people took precedent over regular people. Some people took their children to the hospital for the stupidest reasons. Once she was waiting in the waiting room with her mother and another person who needed their broken arm splint and this woman and her young child of eight or so came in. She demanded that they see her child now and fix his runny nose. It wasn’t runny of blood.

To get in here was hell; there was already a line behind the check in station. She had come in last week to fill in paperwork with her mother so that was all taken care of for the most part. She proceeded to the end of a line where another woman cut in front of her glaring at her saying ‘my spot’. “Fine, fine, whatever” she replied nastily back to the woman as she moved a step back to allow her in front of her. It seriously wasn’t a big deal but she was treating it so.

Fifteen minutes later she had made it to the front of the line, “Hi, my mother made me an appointment for the usual tests” she replied, “Sierra Claire. S-i-e-r-r-a-C-l-a-i-r-e” she replied spelling out her name for the woman on the computer. She nodded and told her that the doctor would be with her shortly as soon as someone else was done with their tests. She nodded and took a seat in the waiting room. She viewed the pile of old magazines in the middle of the room. They were all old editions and been read multiple times by people sicker than her. To touch them would disgust her! There had better not be any shifters in her waiting room.

She took out her cell phone and logged quickly onto IM messenger. None of her friends were online, was that such a big surprise? They had probably all banned her because why should they still be friends with a dying girl several states over? In movies everyone wanted to be friends with the dying girl, sadly things just didn’t seem to work that way. It was as if they were afraid she would contaminate them with tumor and kill them all. She had a sly thought to make a new email account and friendlist them, just to curiously see who was online and who wasn’t. She quickly logged out and put her cell phone away, the games were useless she had beat pretty much all of them with their shitty pixels.

Slouching in, Gisele tossed her hair over her shoulder biting only the tip of her nail. "I'm your five thirty, I'm a little bit early." She smiled, not wanting to wait all day for her appointment. She didn't have to work tonight, but she didn't want to waste it at a doctor's office either. There was just too much to do and too many people that needed her presence. After all, there were at least three parties she had promised to make an appearence at. The woman behind the glass scowled at her poor excuse for clothes, not really meaning for Gisele to see her.

Cocking her head to the side she moved her hand across her stomach and bit her lip in a half smile. "Is there a problem dear?" The reply was automatic. "Of course not, here just fill out these and the doctor will be with you momentarily." Walking over to the waiting area, Gisele spotted a few delicious looking people but nothing really that was distracting so much as one young lady with bright red hair. Gisele had always hated her own hair color and envied the red hair.

Leaning over the clipboard so her breasts touched her legs, she whispered sitting across from the girl. "Tell me it's not natural, or I'm going to be so jealous. Your hair is gorgeous." Gisele was used to using her body to manipulate people and found she could work the same way with woman she just had to appear friendly. It's why she got along so well with everyone at parties. There were a few jealous showers, but other than that everyone was wonderful.

She was sitting in her waiting room seat trying to not think about who had sat there before her. The thought of being in the same room with a lycanthrope sickened her stomach. The rooms really should be separated...or segregated, whichever politically correct term people wanted to use. She sat up straight as she tried her best to not touch the arm rests for the chair. All the chairs were the same, they were big and blue all of various colors...depending on the usage, and some had stains. They all had what looked like black arm rests, things that hadn’t looked too comfy.

She watched as the most smuttiest woman she’d ever saw was marching her way towards her, or flaunting more likely. She envied the way she dressed, though she had some ‘skimpy’ outfits, she had nothing like that. She didn’t think her mother would let her wear something like that, but of course her mother didn’t own her....

“Sorry it is” she replied trying her best not to cringe at the sight sitting right across from her. The woman was doing something so childish but yet the act had increased her heart rate. She had caught a glimpse of the woman’s breasts and her eyes moved ever so highly up to the woman’s face. Even now she was fighting to look down but woman and woman were sinful! Though on her face she looked pleasantly at peace.

The woman was cheerful and pretty, which made her think that she was some sort of high school cheerleader. It also made her wonder what was she doing talking to Sierra? Sierra looked innocent but she also looked like someone you didn’t want to mess with with all her face piercings.

"Ohhh, you're too lucky." She winked, moving upwardds in her seat. She had to go with protocol, thus Gisele had to feel out this ridiculous amount of paper work just to be seen by the doctor. Looking down at it, she realized she didn't know half of the information. Shrugging her shoulders, she looked back at Sierra. "What brings you to the doctor, you don't look sick," though the same thing could be said about her. Coughing startled her, not finding it at all healthy or sanitary.

Flinging her long hair back over her shoulders, Gisele began to fill out the top of the form. It was impossible to get comfortable in the chairs, but she moved around in it until she got slightly comfortable. "Isn't ridicious having to fill out all of this mess, I swear." Shaking her head, Gisele turned to the next page and completed it. One more to go. Slowly she finished it up and walked back up to the counter. The nurse told her that they were running behind, so it was going to be a bit of a wait.

Gisele just smiled and sat back down. "Looks like we are in for a wait." Riffling through her purse, she pulled out her phone and texted a friend, telling them that she was going to be late because Mr. Thomas was late. Smiling up at the girl, she let her phone sit in her lap. "What's your name? I know my name of course, so what is yours?"

She couldn’t help but give the girl a smile as she had said she was lucky. Neither her own mother or father had red hair, but her mother’s sister did. She would have given almost anything to have the girls color of hair, like her father. But if she dyed her hair then the close knit community would think several things: that she was adopted, or a child from sin, or that her aunt was really her mother, or that her father, the reverend wasn’t really her father and that her mother was a conniving whore. So she let her red hair stay red and no one in the community said or thought anything about it.

“You don’t look sick either” she retorted back in a neutral voice. It was so hard not to bite back with her words. She didn’t want to explain to anyone that she was dying and in need of x-rays to see how large her tumor was and to predict how much time on this earth she had left. And of course to get a new prescription of pain meds. If she wanted to be cold to the girl, then she would probably have added ‘at least where I can see nothings flaring up’; implying that she was a whore and had herpes or crabs, or some gross disease.

She watched as the girl scribbled in things onto the forum and then complained about it. Of course she would too, and the girl was trying to make conversation. It was as if she’d forgotten how to have a decent conversation with someone. “Yeah it is. But not as ridiculous as the wait” she replied, hoping that she sounded cool.

She waited a bit as the girl turned in her paperwork, hoping she would come to sit across from her again. Of course she would, it would be rude of her not to. And people were always trying to be polite. “Sierra. Yours”? She asked the girl, chuckling in amusement as she said she knew her own name.

"Gisele," she winked at the beauty before her finding it hard to look at her and not think of how beautiful she would be up on stage. She was always looking for other girls, and this one was too perfect for words. "So you live around here I assume?" She'd try to start the conversation off a little easier that way she could attempt to get the girl to trust her a little bit more. It wasn't that Gisele had any intentions of betraying her or nothing like that. She just wanted to offer her a job. No she wasn't the manager, but she could speak to the manager. He'd ask to see her and then be mesmorized by the girl's eyes color and hair. Gisele would of course offer to train her and get her into the business. "Mind if I come sit by you? It'll be easier to talk." She gave the girl another beautiful smile and moved over toward her. Picking up her phone and purse as she flopped down in the seat beside her.

Gisele didn't mind much if she said no or not, she wanted to have a little pow-pow with her either way and it woudl just be better if Sierra agreed. The look that Sierra had given her earlier explained that the girl was sick just not noticable sick. "So what is the matter with you, I'm not trying to pry of course. I just can tell in your eyes. You look unhappy. Is it me or is it something else?" Gisele was worried about her, having her humanity take over. Crossing her legs, she placed a hand on the girl's arm. It would seem odd probably to Sierra, but Gisele was just too comfortable with touching people, after all it was her job.

“Not really” she replied trying to talk to the girl but it wasn’t going quite so well, she could think of nothing to say. Before she could say sure she didn’t mind if the girl sat next to her she picked herself up and gracefully took a seat. “I took a cab here” she stated, she lived about forty five minutes away, thirty if you sped here. She didn’t want to bore the girl, but she simply couldn’t think of anything to say. “I love your phone” she replied. Her own phone was a pathetic T-Mobile stripe. Phones, talking about phones were cool.

“Why does it matter what’s wrong with me”? She replied, choosing her words carefully. She didn’t like how this conversation was stirring. As Gisele placed a hand on her arm she felt uncomfortable. Did this woman want her to join a cult or something? “What’s wrong with you” she replied back defensively, scooting to the other side of the seat to get away from Gisele’s touch.

Now she was wishing her mother had appeared or that she had let her mother accompany her like she had insisted on in the first place! If it had been a man who lay his hand on her, asked her such questions she could have scrambled out of there to find security, but it was a woman, and to do so would be frivolous and quite embarrassing.

"Nothing is wrong with me" she said blankily, blinking at the girl who scooted away from her. "I'm just curious as to why you'd be in here and yet you look as healthy as anyone I've ever seen. Did you get in trouble with a boy?" Things were not going exactly the way Gisele had invisioned, but then she had come off as over bearing as well. "Perhaps I should move back over there. I'm making you uncomfortable?" She offered to get up and move, but would only do so once Sierra told her to move. She had wanted to try and lead up to the conversation about possibly offering her a job interview, but if the girl was pregnant that would not work.

Smiling, the raven haired woman threw her hair back across her shoulder because it had moved forward from all of her previous movements. "This is going to come off as forward, but I always say you live only once." She paused offering another gentle smile. "I was just curious if you were in need of a job. I know my agent would love to offer you an audition and well, that was the intent of asking you all those silly questions. I should have been up front with you to begin with, but I tried a subtle approach."

Smoothing out her dress, Gisele looked up at the receptionist and the clock. "I'm sorry if I frightened you. Here have this card. It's a way to get in contact with me just ask for Gisele." Digging through her large purse, Gisele pulled out the card to Blood Dolls. "At least you could look into it. I think you'd be perfect for the job."

“Trouble with a boy”? She repeated making it a question. She allowed her face to show this look of confusion on her face. She had no idea what this girl meant by that. Did she look like she had wounds on her from a beating or something? She wasn’t hiding anything with make-up! Sure she wore it like cake on a child’s plate but it was because she loved make-up. “Yes, please do” she replied as she licked her lip ring nervously.

She watched as the woman tossed her hair behind her shoulders as she cringed as to what she had just spoken. ‘You only live once’. Was this a...set-up by her mother or something? Was she on candid camera? Was she in some sort of research study to see how terminal people reacted to others around them, living others? “Job”? She repeated it again, making it another question, letting the girl go on.

She watched with frightening detail how the woman knew she had her attention and stopped to smooth her dress out, making her wait for the information. Gisele knew she had her by the tip of her tongue and would wait to hear what she said. She disliked how the girl had trapped her so.

She reached for the card as Gisele handed it out to her. Her eyes read the card once, not skimming but reading in full, and then read it once again. It seemed like an authentic card. “Blood Dolls. Is this a club or something”?

She stopped and her eyes met Gisele, she had a lot of questions to ask. For one thing, why was this girl carrying around cards with a club name on them? And why did she want her for the job? She knew absolutely nothing about waiting tables....

Gisele was trying to ignore the fact that Sierra had ushered her away previously, she had hoped that perhaps the girl would be a little more comfortable if she stepped back and stopped trying to touch her. It wasn’t that Gisele wanted Sierra in a sexual fashion; she had been genuinely concerned about the girl. Smiling, Gisele curled her lip a form of satisfaction as the girl started to appear interested in her previous proposal.

At least it was a start. “Yes, a job darling. I think you would fit in perfectly down at the little club. It’s a high class club at that so you find a bit more attractive clientele.” Turning her body to face Sierra she placed her hands carefully on her own lap. “Tell me do you dance well? You seem very timber. I would almost bet that you have at least had some form of lessons in the past. It shows by the way you carry yourself. I bet you’d be amazing.” Gisele tried presenting the idea as agreeable and fashionable. She wanted to play up to her ego, but the best part of it was that she wasn’t lying in the least bit.

Biting the bottom of her left lip, it was a nervous tick that she would never get over, Gisele fiddled around for her phone. It was ringing a small tune from the musical RENT. The song was “Take Me Out Tonight.” She had already done a dance to it, which looked much like the one in the movie. Though it wasn’t her life long goal to be a stripper, Gisele had practiced that number since she was a young girl.

“Sorry one minute, it’s probably Cindy wanting me to cover for her tonight. I think her boyfriend might have surprised her with a date. You know how that goes.” It was in fact Cindy and she did want Gisele to cover for her tonight. The only problem was that Gisele had not planned on the extra stop. “Sure, I’m just talking to a new friend. I gave her a card. I think she’d be brilliant.” There was a quick pause and Gisele looked over Sierra once more. “Well I don’t know, I suppose that would be up to her but I can ask. We are in the doctor’s office right now.”

Pressing her hand over the phone’s mouth piece, Gisele leaned over to Sierra. “I don’t suppose you would want to come to the club tonight to see about the job? We have a free slot of time open with the manager and well you might not get another chance?”

Attractive clientele? What in heavens name did that mean? Various thoughts brushed through her mind as she tried to figure out what that meant. Was it some famous celebrity club where they only allowed hot people to work there? She shook her head, “no I don’t dance” she stated blandly. “But...but I can try” she found herself stumbling. She wished she’d said she could dance in the first place.

When she was thinking of attractive clientele her mind had wandered to her mother. Yes they were covered by health insurance but there was still the cost of renting a house and of course her would be funeral expenses. Those were some pretty expensive expenses. Getting a job could help her mother pay some of her expenses. She knew her mother cried herself to sleep every night and possibly wished she had another child, but so far she didn’t.

She watched Gisele biting the bottom of her lip. Was she regretting talking to her? She listened to Gisele’s cell phone ring and she was literally saved by the bell. She nodded her head as she took the call while she was trying to think of thinks to make up for what she said. She was usually calm and collected and always said something cool or interesting.

“Yeah sure I can go tonight” she replied wondering if this was too good to be true? She wanted this to be good, she needed a job—though she hadn’t thought of actually having one till this very moment. It didn’t really occur to her what sort of club this would be or if she would have to do anything besides waiting tables.

“Yeah Cindy, she’s exactly what we are looking for.” She laughed, trying to quiet down a bit because people were looking at her. “Sure I’ll be there, I’m going to go to my house and get a few things. Yeah, we’ll be there in a bit. I’m just going to walk down to my house and call a cab. Sure thing. Xoxo.” She clicked off her phone and turned to Sierra. “We’re going to have to miss the appointment. Can you reschedule?” Getting up out of her seat, Gisele threw her bag over her shoulder and looked at Sierra, waiting to see if the girl would truly commit to their little excursion.

“I just have to go pick up some clothes from my house and then we can get a cab to the club. Well actually we can probably walk, that way we can save some money. Is that alright?” Gisele was really trying to be nice to her, she hoped that it was coming off as kindness and not just a premeditated intent.

Walking over to the desk, she gave the people a charming smile. “Can you please tell Dr. Thomas that I’ve waited for an hour in here and I just can’t make the scheduled appointment today, but I’m sure we can reschedule for another date. I have to get to work. Thanks.” She paused as the lady tried to get her to reschedule. “No, I’m going to just make another appointment at a latter date. My schedule is busy, so it wouldn’t do any good making one now and having to cancel later. Thanks.” She winked at them and turned to Sierra. “Coming?”

She couldn’t help but overhear everything Gisele said to Cindy. She wasn’t trying to overhear persay but she was just sitting one seat over. She couldn’t help but hide her gleam as Gisele complemented her over and over again. “Yeah I can always come back tomorrow” she remarked as Gisele got out of her seat. Her mother would be absolutely pissed that she missed her appointment. Not to mention these tests today would pinpoint how much longer she would live!

“Yeah sure that’s fine. The clubs so close”? She hadn’t seen any clubs coming here but then again she hadn’t looked at all.

What would the club be like? She’d been in plenty of clubs and they each varied. What was the name of that club she visited a few days ago? The one where she had met Ray Benjamin. If that was the dance club then she would have to refuse! She couldn’t go back there...she had shot up the alleyway trying to kill Ray. She was lucky enough to not get arrested!

She followed Gisele slinging her purse over her shoulder as she glided to the receptionist’s desk. She wondered if she should also reschedule her appointment? Because if she did it here then her mother wouldn’t hear her making it on the phone. Shit, hadn’t she told her mother they would meet for dinner? Oh well she’d call and cancel it.

“Yeah just a minute” she remarked to Gisele. “I’m not feeling well” she exclaimed. “Sierra Claire, can I re-schedule for tomorrow”? She nodded her head as the woman looked into the book and found her an appointment. “Okay, great” she remarked. She knew that she’d get an appointment any day she liked; she needed some very expensive tests. And those expensive tests would help pay the doctors salary. She was just surprised that it had taken so long for the doctor to see her. Hell, she wasn’t even asked to see anyone yet!

She followed Gisele out of the hospital door. Though would she follow her off the ends of the earth? Probably not, she wasn’t stupid. If anything seemed like trouble...she would leave.

"Great!" Gisele said with a happy smirk on her face. "Yes the club isn't that far. It's only a few blocks from my appartment and we're only a few blocks away from that so if you need to rest you can at my place. I have to tell you that it isn't much, but it's home." Motioning the girl to follow, Gisele slid outside and turned right at the sidewalk. "They say you pay for beauty, I think they're right. Heels, though stylish are totally a pain." Turning her head to face the red head, Gisele gave her a reassuring nod and continued walking. "So where are you from anyhow?"

Light conversation was the easiest way to go, considering the girl looked scarred. Gisele didn't know why, then again she was following a complete stranger. She guessed that could be a little nerve racking. After a few minutes, they were at Gisele's appartment. The place wasn't as clean as Gisele would have liked it to have been, but all the same it was decent. Nothing was glamerous about it, but then again she didn't have that big of a budget either. "Well here is home," she chuckled and threw down her back and running straight into her room.

"Just help yourself, I'll be a minute or two." Quickly the raven haired girl tore off her former clothes and put on ones that soaked into her skin rather than clung. It left nothing to the imagination and Gisele put on her favorite boots and was out of her room in a flash. Picking up her purse she looked Sierra over and clutched her cheek. "Do you mind if we change you too. I don't think Leon is going to be impressed by what you have on, not that it isn't great but you really need to impress this guy. Do you mind me picking you out an outfit and changing into it? Fabulous!" she didn't let Sierra answer and instead pulled her into the room and tore into her closet looking for just the right outfit.

"Here" she said tossing it to the other female. "This is going to blow him away." Though not as provocative as Gisele's it still had a little clingyness to it and it woudl go beautiful with Sierra's red hair. "Green is your color my dear. Now hurry up! We don't want to be late. I can fix your make up at the club." Leaving Sierra to her own design, Gisele exited the room and gathered up her purse, waiting for Sierra. "Come on we are going to be late, hurry!"

She nodded even though Gisele couldn’t see her nod unless she was secretly looking at her from the corner of her eyes. She wasn’t tired and didn’t feel exhausted so she hoped she could do the walk. She knew that as months went by walking such a distance would be a problem. Not a physical one but the task would drain her mentally! She knew that the pain in her head would be intense. She had met a friend at the hospital one who had such her problem. They were months ahead of her though, no hope. As every story is happy, this one was both and yet not at all. Her friend had blown his brains out the first chance he got. She mourned his passing and it had saddened her so; but he was also out of pain, misery. His head couldn’t hurt him now. She attended his funeral, it was a closed casket.

“I’ll be fine” she mentioned wondering if Gisele knew her secret? “Yeah I bet they are” she replied referring to the heels. “And I know I’ve paid a pretty penny for tons of designer makeup” she chuckled wondering if that was a good thing to say. Of course Gisele had probably noticed that she was wearing tons of makeup. However she did not have the look that looked like she was wearing little makeup. No, her look probably screamed ‘I’m wearing make-up’! She had tried many times to have the look but never achieved it. She didn’t have a steady hand sometimes so she always added the amount over what was supposed to be.

“Me”? She tried to think should she state where exactly she was from? She didn’t want to be connected to the St. Louis murders. But wait...she was being paranoid! She’d given the girl no reason to think she was behind any murders at all. Hell they met in a hospital, she had no visible wounds; she just looked like some girl! Besides...if she wanted the job they would find out where she had lived eventually! So instead of just being embarrassed later on she should tell the truth. “Promise not to laugh”? With that she went on before Gisele could speak another word. “St. Louis, Missouri” she added. She knew Missouri was a small state, but St. Louis was huge and full of deep dark secrets. It was home to vampires and more vampires; their largest tourist attraction. She shouldn’t by all rights be laughed at for that, it wasn’t some redneck town...but some people would get the wrong idea about her. They would think since she was from St. Louis that she would be a loose girl, and she wasn’t—despite how she looked.

Before she knew it, she had talked her way to Gisele’s apartment or small condo, whatever the place was it didn’t look like someplace she would ever live with her parents. It was sort of exhilarating to be here. Like forbidden territory even though her parents never forbade her from much. It was just the place her mother or father wouldn’t have taken her. It was like a porn shop, you passed by it but you never said anything and of course you never went in. It was just so.

“I like your place” she replied as she stepped into Gisele’s pad. She looked around, the place was dirty it showed that she hadn’t expected company. “Alright, take your time” she replied as she found herself an available seat. She used this time to look around the place, look for signs of possible were animal or vampire activity. Though she hadn’t really expected to find anything of the sort. And did she really expect a coffin to be out in the open under the kitchen table? She chuckled to herself wondering if perhaps the two human girls could be friends.

Sierra was caught staring in amazement over the dirty and un clean pad that she was surprised when Gisele came back out. She was wearing something totally hip and made your eyes wander and glue you to a few specific spots. She had always wanted to dress like that! Not that she didn’t have a few outfits like that but she never wore them, they were just there. She kept them hidden away from her parents who would freak even though she was of age. She was a sophisticated middle class girl, not some lower class street hooker.

Her eyes were caught on Gisele, watching how her body flowed and rhythm and found herself jealous. What she wouldn’t give to be Gisele and have poor Gisele be her and have her disease...and soon die. She was such a selfish person that she would wish death upon another person if that meant herself being free and un constricted.

She was unaware as Gisele walked up to her, though she saw her do it. But she actually thought she would kiss her. She stopped short cold and her little lesiban thought was over. Before she could graciously answer with something probably un cool that she would love to wear something like that Gisele decided for her. She followed her as she began to rummage into her closet for something. She hoped she wasn’t fat and they could fit into the same size. They looked about the same.

She was handed an outfit, the color was green and it was simply gorgeous. Drop dead gorgeous. “Alright, but I don’t think I’ll blow anyone away by still wearing tennis shoes” she hinted at Gisele, pushing her to let her wear some high heels. Hell she hoped she had four inch stilettos or even six inches!

She quickly sat on the bed as she removed her tennis shoes and the rest of her clothing as she put on the tight green dress. She loved it. It would be the perfect thing for her to get buried in, though her mother would never allow it. She stood and stared at herself in Gisele’s full length mirror for a minute turning around and examining herself in whole. She looked H O T!

Gisele couldn’t help but to chuckle as Sierra pointed out her shoes. It was true, Gisele hadn’t even though about the girl wearing tennis shoes, but then again in Gisele’s world everyone wore heels. It was just unheard of not to. Smirking she moved back into the room, carefully making sure Sierra was dressed. “Even better than I had hoped,” she purred in her silky voice as she moved to her closet. She found a pair of beautiful matching green heels that were around four to five inches high. “I hope you can walk in these,” she laughed and moved over to the bed.

“Come here,” she asked nicely hoping Sierra would follow suit. “Wait to put on the shoes.” Once Sierra came over t her, Gisele fiddled with the dress and let Sierra’s body mold into her own. “How comfortable are you dancing in front of people on a scale of one to ten?” It was apparent, even if Sierra had tried to hide her lack of abilities to move gracefully, that she had never done anything like this before. Gisele didn’t want her going up on stage unprepared, even if it were an audition.

“How comfortable are you dancing with another girl and touching her?” She smirked at her next comment and slide her hands down Sierra’s back to rest at her waist. “You’re going to go in there and if we aren’t busy, Leon is going to want you to dance. I’m not up for embarrassing the hell out of you, so I figured you’d appreciate some help. It’s not that I decided to fill you up, I assure you on that part.” Biting her lip she reached up for Sierra’s hands and pulled them down with her own. The red head was free to move as she wished, Gisele only wanted to guide her body into a small rhythm.

Slowly, she let Sierra’s hands wash over the silky fabric, moving up to her breasts and back down to her hips and thighs. “Leon likes girl’s arses more than anything else or at least he appears to. So make sure you turn and twist in order for him to realize you have a bit of junk in the trunk. The poles are around the stage and if you’re brave use one of those, or if you think you are going to fall, make it look sexy with the pole. There really isn’t much else you can teach a person besides the choreography. Leon isn’t expecting you to be perfect; he is expecting to see some talent. If you feel like you can handle the heels, we can let you put those on and then you can try a small dance for me now. I can attempt to critic you and let you know what to do and what not to do. Good looks and a nice body isn’t everything. You have to be able to feel the music.”

“I’ll be fine easy as pie” she found herself saying as she slipped on Gisele’s bed and removed her tennis shoes and socks. She slid her socks into her shoes so she wouldn’t loose the socks. She put her tennis shoes on the floor as she slid on the heels. They were marvelous green heels that surprisingly fit her feet. She waked over to Gisele and tried to remain patient as she moved the dress around.

“I don’t know seven. Why? Are you saying I’m fat or something?” She laughed; it was just a little joke...or the remnants of one. Gisele then quizzed her with another question. “Dancing and touching another girl” she questioned. “Why”? She was beginning to suspect something.

She shivered and tried to break away as Gisele slid her hands down her waist. She practically jumped. “Okay not comfortable” she spoke up. She listened as she spoke about this Leon guy. “Why does he care if I can dance or not? Isn’t this a club with like waiting tables and stuff?” She yelled a small shriek of complaint as she pulled her hands down and the other girls touched her.

She was trying to teacher Sierra to dance or something but she already knew how to dance...but what exactly was this sort of dance anyways? Her own hands guided over the dress fabric emphasizing her breasts and then slowly back down to her hips. She stopped forcing Gisele’s grip. “Pole” she stated. This meant...a strip club.

Did she want to be a stripper? She was trying to think.... What had she expected? This girl to offer her some cool job as a waitress in some hot spot club?

Gisele decided not to answer her, after all, she was pretty sure that Sierra could figure it out for herself. It wasn’t that unheard of, after all she just had to throw around the word ‘pole’ and it volia. Looking up at Sierra with an arched brow, Gisele almost let her hands release the girl. If she didn’t want to learn, then Gisele wouldn’t help her at all. “I already told you I wasn’t trying to fill you up.” She pierced her lips together and eyed the girl suspiciously. “If you don’t want my help then you don’t have to have it. I figured I was doing you a favor.”

That was until all the information was placed on the table. Sierra still didn’t get it and Gisele supposed that she would have to tell her. “I thought you understood? I suppose not, perhaps I wasn’t that clear.” Pausing for a moment, Gisele moved back from the red head and picked up her purse from the bed. “I suppose if you wanted to look at them as tables you could, if that makes it easier for your peace of mind. We do walk around afterwards and offer drinks and lap dances. So, if you wanted to think of it like that, well you can.”

Gisele didn’t know how to break it to her, and then she heard her whisper the word ‘pole.’ “Yes, it’s a strip club, very tasteful and classy. There are a few BDSM rooms on the upper floors, but you don’t have to dance or participate in them. A few of the girls do so already. I doubt he would start you out there. Look,” she gave her a look of understanding and softness, “I know that it isn’t what you were thinking, but I think that you would be really good at it. It isn’t everyday you get offered a job is it sweetie?”

They were going to be late; Gisele looked down at her watch and then back up at Sierra. “If you’re going to try out, come on. We are already late. If not, well I suppose you can undress and go back to the hospital or home or wherever you go. I was just trying to help.”

She followed Gisele out of the door. “How much is starting pay”? She asked to take her mind off of her nerves. She was nervous but it was pretty easy to be a stripper, and if the pay was good. Why not? She could dance and it wasn’t like anyone would be paying attention to her dancing they would be staring at her tits and ass the whole time. It was just shaking them around...

“Being a stipper isn’t so hard. I bet anyone can do it” she replied, “no offense”. She waited till Gisele had her eyes on her and then she began to do a little dance. It wasn’t perfect and it was pretty bad but she did make sure to rub her hands over her breasts, squeeze and then run them down to her thighs. “What’s your stagename”? She knew that much about the dancers. They all had stage names.

We are closing the thread. Basically Sierra ends up working at Blood Dolls. ^^