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Brigit's Flame, week two, Razzle Dazzle.
Sep. 12th, 2014 08:27 amTitle:
Author: Urb-banal
Warnings: PG for language and sexual references
Word Count: 700
Prompt: Razzle Dazzle
Sassy Lady
Her dad was a drunk. Previous to her mother's death he had belonged to the Holy Transcendental Religion, which he explained to Lady was actually "The Totally Useless Religion"; "Holy" being spelt "Wholly" and "Transcendental" referring to the mathematical, as in "irrational numbers" one of whom he was and therefore useless like the religion. (He had been a math teacher when there were still public schools but, in keeping with his religion, not a very good one.) His new religion, Perpetual Drunkenness, was a splinter faith, but to maintain his faith he had to ignore or accept what Lady did to keep him supplied with safe booze.
Lady was clear about this. She was not going to allow him to lecture her beyond the basic "safety first" rule.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and slurred, "Don't have intercourse unless he uses a condom!"
"I know dad." She bent down and kissed him on his greasy head then checked her lipstick once more in the mirror. “I'm just going to razzle dazzle him! I'll be fine!"
The old man started humming something old, something from the days before everything fell apart. He fell back on the cot and looked at ceiling. He could almost remember...
" Give 'em the old razzle dazzle,
Razzle dazzle them.
Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it,
And the reaction will be passionate.
Razzle dazzle them...
(Razzle dazzle them)
She pulled her boots all the way up to her thighs, and wiggled a bit to make sure her skirt was covering her bottom just enough. Her sequined halter exposed a large area of midriff; she threw on a puffy hot-pink "fake-fur" jacket. She was getting into character: Sassy Lady, circa 1972. She loved that era. Nobody could get real antique clothing from that period but she got the woman who used her sewing machine to alter some clothes that came close. It cost her a month's pay but she looked FABULOUS.
“Aren't you all tarted-up!” Her father said from his cot in the kitchen. He rolled over and grabbed the bottle from under it, propped up on one elbow and took a swig. “You make sure you get me some more whiskey."
The best men, the men who knew where to get their hands on chocolate and condoms, drugs and alcohol, were all company men.
Lady leaned into the mirror and squinted. Her eyes were bright, no redness, no puffiness. She pursed her lips in a fake kiss and then winked.
She'd already met a few executives at the disco and now that she was working at the factory she could cachet that connection into a longer term hook up. Soon she'd be a "Girlfriend", the first step in her ladder to success.
"Girlfriends" of executives got to stay at the housing for weeks at a time but only after security checks. She had all that done when they hired her so there would be no more quickies in the alley. A nice executive could take her straight to his home inside Guildwood. Being an Official Girlfriend or "O.G." meant enjoying all the amenities that even the lower executives enjoyed: hot and cold running water, flush toilets, refrigerated sugar drinks in a rainbow of colors, protein dispensers and meds to slow you down or speed you up, all paid for by the company.
The term "Girlfriend" referred to a prostitute who could be a man or a woman or a even a hermaphrodite. If they could pass the security check they could have a limited access pass. However, for the sake of appeasing every possible "moral" concern no official recognition of the sanctioned use of prostitutes was allowed, hence the term "girlfriend".
Legal spouses usually lived off island because they could afford to.
Lady dreamed of a shimmering paradise where she would go to raise the perfect children she would have with her future husband.
One of the problems she had working on the floor of the factory was she was suited up in protective clothing and masked the whole time. She appreciated the protection but how was "love at first sight" ever going to happen when no one could see her? So she had to go to the disco to meet him but in truth she was glad to go dancing.
She joined her father in singing "Razzle dazzle them, and they'll make you a star!" doing a few high kicks that miraculously didn't send any dishes flying or lamps crashing and continued out the door, happy to be out of the cloying stench of her home, and her father's desperate oblivion.
Author: Urb-banal
Warnings: PG for language and sexual references
Word Count: 700
Prompt: Razzle Dazzle
Sassy Lady
Her dad was a drunk. Previous to her mother's death he had belonged to the Holy Transcendental Religion, which he explained to Lady was actually "The Totally Useless Religion"; "Holy" being spelt "Wholly" and "Transcendental" referring to the mathematical, as in "irrational numbers" one of whom he was and therefore useless like the religion. (He had been a math teacher when there were still public schools but, in keeping with his religion, not a very good one.) His new religion, Perpetual Drunkenness, was a splinter faith, but to maintain his faith he had to ignore or accept what Lady did to keep him supplied with safe booze.
Lady was clear about this. She was not going to allow him to lecture her beyond the basic "safety first" rule.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and slurred, "Don't have intercourse unless he uses a condom!"
"I know dad." She bent down and kissed him on his greasy head then checked her lipstick once more in the mirror. “I'm just going to razzle dazzle him! I'll be fine!"
The old man started humming something old, something from the days before everything fell apart. He fell back on the cot and looked at ceiling. He could almost remember...
" Give 'em the old razzle dazzle,
Razzle dazzle them.
Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it,
And the reaction will be passionate.
Razzle dazzle them...
(Razzle dazzle them)
She pulled her boots all the way up to her thighs, and wiggled a bit to make sure her skirt was covering her bottom just enough. Her sequined halter exposed a large area of midriff; she threw on a puffy hot-pink "fake-fur" jacket. She was getting into character: Sassy Lady, circa 1972. She loved that era. Nobody could get real antique clothing from that period but she got the woman who used her sewing machine to alter some clothes that came close. It cost her a month's pay but she looked FABULOUS.
“Aren't you all tarted-up!” Her father said from his cot in the kitchen. He rolled over and grabbed the bottle from under it, propped up on one elbow and took a swig. “You make sure you get me some more whiskey."
The best men, the men who knew where to get their hands on chocolate and condoms, drugs and alcohol, were all company men.
Lady leaned into the mirror and squinted. Her eyes were bright, no redness, no puffiness. She pursed her lips in a fake kiss and then winked.
She'd already met a few executives at the disco and now that she was working at the factory she could cachet that connection into a longer term hook up. Soon she'd be a "Girlfriend", the first step in her ladder to success.
"Girlfriends" of executives got to stay at the housing for weeks at a time but only after security checks. She had all that done when they hired her so there would be no more quickies in the alley. A nice executive could take her straight to his home inside Guildwood. Being an Official Girlfriend or "O.G." meant enjoying all the amenities that even the lower executives enjoyed: hot and cold running water, flush toilets, refrigerated sugar drinks in a rainbow of colors, protein dispensers and meds to slow you down or speed you up, all paid for by the company.
The term "Girlfriend" referred to a prostitute who could be a man or a woman or a even a hermaphrodite. If they could pass the security check they could have a limited access pass. However, for the sake of appeasing every possible "moral" concern no official recognition of the sanctioned use of prostitutes was allowed, hence the term "girlfriend".
Legal spouses usually lived off island because they could afford to.
Lady dreamed of a shimmering paradise where she would go to raise the perfect children she would have with her future husband.
One of the problems she had working on the floor of the factory was she was suited up in protective clothing and masked the whole time. She appreciated the protection but how was "love at first sight" ever going to happen when no one could see her? So she had to go to the disco to meet him but in truth she was glad to go dancing.
She joined her father in singing "Razzle dazzle them, and they'll make you a star!" doing a few high kicks that miraculously didn't send any dishes flying or lamps crashing and continued out the door, happy to be out of the cloying stench of her home, and her father's desperate oblivion.
