it's a job...//mica

MICA JAYLYN RAYEN

"Im nothing more than a chalk outline"

Mica leaned on the railing outside her rented motel room, a sigh working it's way through her lips. She let her eyes wander across the surrounding area, her exhaustion overpowering her for a few moments. She'd been up late the night before, scouring Newport for a job in a club. At least she'd found one. Then, during the day today, she'd searched for a job that didn't require her to pretend to be interested in the sleazy, one-track minded men who usually populated the strip clubs at night.

Her keys jangled as she pulled them from her pocket, tugging up her low-riding jeans before sliding into the car. She'd have to get gas sometime tomorrow. At least she'd be making some money tonight. That would help, a little. A backpack full of the clothes--if they could be called such--she used for stripping sat on the passenger side floor, the bag half open. That's how it usually was; she tended to shove things in haphazardly as she left, only half closing the bag. Every once in a while it was closed all the way. She cared enough to close the bag at first. Now she just didn't care. She was tired of stripping. She wanted something she could do during the day. Something she hadn't been doing for four years already. A change. That's why she was in Newport. She had needed a change.

After parking she made her way into the club, glancing around at her surroundings. Places always looked different when they were empty. She made sure she knew where the bathrooms were, where the exits were...anything she would need in case she had to get away somewhere. It was just her paranoia. She hated being stuck somewhere without a way out.

When she caught sight of the bartender she called a greeting, introducing herself and telling him she was the new dancer before continuing on to the back. There was already someone else there. "Hey," she greeted, sliding her bag onto a chair. "I'm Mica. New here." She brushed her hair out of her eyes before unzipping the bag the rest of the way. Picked out clothes she'd wear tonight. She didn't start changing yet, though. She was tired of wearing stripper clothes and heels. She liked her low-ride jeans, button-up, and Chucks. They were comfortable.

Tags: Oldie! | Words: 390 | Credit: 156zcm of Caution
Notes: In their own line

MICA JAYLYN RAYEN

"Im nothing more than a chalk outline"

Mica half-smiled, nodding at Cody as the girl introduced herself. She let her thumb slip into the pocket of her jeans, tugging them down ever so slightly. She ignored it. Not like this girl wasn't going to see her mostly naked soon anyway. Her clothes dangled from her other hand, mostly forgotten. "I like your name," she told the other girl. She'd never met a girl named Cody before. It was cool. Kind of like there weren't a lot of girls named Mica.

"How long have you worked here?" She kept her gaze on the girl for a few moments before letting her eyes wander, taking in the tables, chairs, bar, and stage. It was nothing ridiculously fancy. Definitely not a high-class place, one where she knew she was safe. But maybe she'd be surprised and there would be a lot of security or something. Some of the places she had worked before were definitely less than appealing, but it had been the only place she'd been able to get hired. She had to repress a shudder as one place in particular passed through her mind, the smell of alcohol invading her nose. Working there almost drove her to drinking again. Almost. If it hadn't been for her necklace, for the constant reminder that her brother had cared about her, she wasn't sure if she would have made it out of that place. But that had been over a year and a half ago, when she was still in a half-alive state.

Stop thinking about it, she told herself. It's not going to help you. Just focus on what's happening now. She turned her attention back to Cody, smiling again. "And, would you mind showing me where I can change and stuff? I wasn't really given a grand tour. They just told me to show up on time tonight." She chuckled and rolled her eyes. There really wasn't a point in showing her around, anyway. It wasn't like she'd be doing much other than taking her clothes off and getting bills shoved down what little remained on her body. Or into her mouth. That always bothered her, taking their dirty bills in her teeth. But some of them loved it, even gave her more when she did it. At least her immune system was stronger because of it. She rarely got sick.

Tags: Oldie! | Words: 392 | Credit: 156zcm of Caution
Notes: In their own line

MICA JAYLYN RAYEN

"Im nothing more than a chalk outline"

Mica walked behind Cody as the girl gave her a quick tour, nodding and adding commentary when appropriate. At least the place didn't look like a complete dump. She was thinking about how Cody had mentioned traveling all over for jobs. She was definitely pretty enough to be a model. Before they had started walking around Mica had slung her bag over her shoulder again, not wanting to leave it behind and risk someone snagging her stuff for their own uses. Mica hoped she wouldn't have to safeguard her stuff here; working with dishonest people was one of her biggest pet peeves. Why would someone steal something, especially from a coworker or someone they knew? Mica didn't see the point. Sure, she'd done her fair share of stealing and lying. But now that she was older, she could see how stupid she had been.

"What's it like, going to other countries?" Her curiosity had finally gotten the best of her. She'd seen a lot of the United States, but what she really wanted to do was travel to other countries. See the sights, meet people. Maybe pick up a few phrases in foreign languages that could be useful (both in everyday life and in the bedroom). "I've always dreamed about traveling around." She smiled, looking over at Cody.

She was pretty. Flicking her hair out of her eyes as she set her bag down on one of the chairs in the dressing room, Mica wondered if Cody was strictly into men. A strip club seemed to attract all sorts of differently oriented people, and Mica didn't like to make assumptions. Not that she was really looking for a girlfriend. Maybe someone to kiss, someone to...be with...for a night or two. Or occasionally. It felt like it had been forever since she'd spent the night with someone. Well. Maybe it was a little early into this job to be making assumptions--or propositions. But, in a place like this, how could her mind not wander there?

Trying to shake it from her mind, Mica set her chosen clothes on the back of the chair and pulled her shirt off, slipping on the skimpy, sequined top she had chosen. Sequins definitely weren't her first choice, but she always made quite a bit more when she wore them. She didn't know why. Maybe they made her look like she had more cleavage than she really did, and people were too drunk to know it was just a trick of the lighting. She let her belt hang undone from her hips, turning to face Cody, waiting for an answer to her question about traveling to different countries.

Tags: Oldie! | Words: 443 | Credit: 156zcm of Caution
Notes: In their own line

MICA JAYLYN RAYEN

"Im nothing more than a chalk outline"

Mica kept her focus on Cody, listening to her speak about traveling. "Yeah, moving around can be pretty tiring." She knew that from experience. Driving, especially for long periods of time, made Mica tired. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight slightly, head tipping to the side as she listened to the girl speak. "But, hey, you can say you've been there. And you can always go back."

Mica let her eyes travel down Cody's figure slowly, taking her in. She was pretty. Mica could see why she was a model. Kiss someone. Did that mean...anyone? Or just any boy that was willing? Her eyes came to rest on the girl's lips, briefly wondering how old she was. Not that it really mattered much to Mica--so long as she wasn't underage. She wanted to know which side of the line Cody walked (or if she walked right down the middle). "It's too bad more women don't come to places like these," she said, uncrossing her arms and putting her thumbs into her pockets. Her pants slipped lower, revealing the black lace edge of her underwear.

She couldn't help but chuckle at the slip of the tongue. "I just came into town from Colorado. I stayed in a small town in the mountains for a few months. As far as anyone goes... My sex life has been surprisingly dull." She smirked, shrugging one shoulder. "What about you?" She leaned forward slightly, waiting for an answer, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

Pushing herself upright, she used her thumbs to slide her pants down and off of her hips, her legs, finally letting them pool at her ankles. She stepping out of them, bending to pick them up as gracefully as she could. She couldn't deny that she was trying to seduce the other girl. Did she want a relationship right now? Not really. Did she want to fuck somebody until neither of them could move? Hell yes. She picked up the bottom piece to her outfit: a too-short skirt with sequins that started thick at the top and faded out as they went down, like tiny silver waterdrops.

Tags: Oldie! | Words: 359 | Credit: 156zcm of Caution
Notes: In their own line

MICA JAYLYN RAYEN

"Im nothing more than a chalk outline"

Mica leaned against the chair again, balancing on one leg and bending the other knee. She was more sitting on the back of the chair than leaning on it. "I'm glad women come here. I've worked in too many men-only clubs. They're disgusting," she mused, rolling her eyes. Men didn't amuse Mica in the least. She'd known too many that were womanizers, having three or four girls chasing after them all at once thinking she was his one and only. She'd seen it often enough growing up.

She was used to them trying to use her, too. Like she was some sort of toy. She'd never let them; she still didn't. She hated the way some of them looked at her, like she was something they could use and abuse and toss away. She was not their toy. She wasn't anyone's toy. She stripped because it was good money, and because it was, on occasion, a good way to hook up with a girl for a night or two. She'd never really done relationships before. They weren't her thing. The only person she had ever let herself get close to was her younger brother, and he was long gone.

The thought of her brother sent a familiar, hollow ache of loneliness through her. Forcing the thoughts aside, she turned her attention back to Cody. The outfit the other girl had on left very little to the imagination. Mica didn't mind it at all.

Her heart skipped a beat as Cody came closer to her. Her arms extended unconsciously, hands resting on Cody's hips as the girl moved up against her, her words dully registering in Mica's mind. Warmth seemed to spread throughout her body, starting in her lower stomach and coursing through her fast as a wildfire. She had to force herself not to yank Cody to her, to devour the girl's lips and neck and pull her down and fuck her right there. Her lips parted, her breath smelling like the butterscotch candy she'd sucked on just before coming to work. She leaned closer, her nose brushing against Cody's. "Better than all right," she whispered, tilting her head the other direction and placing a trail of kisses from Cody's jawline to just behind her ear. "But I could help you out of it..."

One finger slid beneath the light pink strap connecting Cody's bra to her panties, sliding gently down the girl's stomach and back up again, her hand finally coming to a rest on the girl's ribcage. Their lips were a mere inch apart again, nearly shaking with the anticipation of kissing her. She looked into Cody's eyes, her heart beating faster. "How 'bout it?"

Tags: Oldie! | Words: 447 | Credit: 156zcm of Caution
Notes: In their own line

MICA JAYLYN RAYEN

"Im nothing more than a chalk outline"

Was it getting hotter in here? Despite the very scant clothing she was wearing, it almost felt like too much. Cody's words sent a shiver down Mica's spine. She felt her lips turn up in a partial smile as Cody pulled away, going to lock the door.

The girl wasn't a bad kisser. Mica's mind wandered, wondering what else she was good at. It would certainly be...fun...to find out. She drank in Cody as the girl came back toward her, Mica's eyes unashamedly staring at her figure. Adjusting slightly on the chair as Cody reached her, Mica slid her arms around the other girl's waist. As their lips met again the heat seemed to double and then triple.

Mica ran her tongue over Cody's bottom lip, biting and sucking on it. She had just kissed a trail down Cody's neck and was nipping at her collarbone when there was a relatively loud thud. It happened again, and by that time Mica had realized it was coming from the door. Sighing, she straightened up. Pressing her lips to Cody's one last time, she mumbled, "Later?"

Without really waiting for an answer, Mica slipped away, fixing the part of her skirt that had rolled up. Not that it really covered much. Whoever was at the door would probably be able to figure out what had been going on, anyway; it didn't take a rocket scientist to tell. She flipped the lock and the deadbolt, turning away from the door as it opened. Going back to her things, Mica pulled her small bag of make-up out and set it on the table in front of the mirror. "Hi," she said over her shoulder. "I'm Mica. I'm new here."

Tags: Oldie! | Words: 285 | Credit: 156zcm of Caution
Notes: In their own line