The Getaway (some profanity.)A Story by Tanyaso i made this short really short story listening to the song Getaway.My life is anything but normal. In fact, i call it pure chaos. No parents. No boyfriend. Just a crappy life. As i dance to the rythmatic and captivating music, i wonder what Ryan must be doing. What would he do or think if he saw me shake my a*s from side to side to the dirty old men in the bar. What would he do, when he found out i stole all his good old money.
I turn around to watch the crownd of old men whose tounges are hanging out, jeez i hate them. Hmmmmm, my favorite part, the big giant stripper pole in the middle of the fucken stage. I don't like it, I love ittt!!!! I walk towards it in 5 inch heels, a small sailor costume, which my b***s and a*s cheeks hang out of, and a s****y attitude. What can I do, I cant change it now. I stole Ryan's money just to end up as a stripper? Nice, huh?
I place my hands on the pole, swing my hips, and throw myself into a hand stand by the pole. I walk fowards and do more exotic moves. I swing my hips along with my hair, its sexy huh? But then I spot Ryan in the crowd. How the f**k did he find me? I run of the stage towards the exit. Perfect, just fucken perfect. I wear the biggest heels today out of all days. Lovely. Damn it he's following me. I run to the forest and slow until Ryan catches me.
"You little b***h. Give me my money back!"
"Ok," I said reaching for my pocket,"Give me a kiss first."
"It's hard to say no to a sweet a*s in a sailor costume." I take my pocket knife out and i know that no one will hear him scream. I stab him and he starts gasping for air. he looks at me in disbelief and he falls to the floor. In just a few seconds, he dies. HA!!
That was easier than I though. I squat to the floor and give Ryan a goodbye kiss. I stand up and I step over him. I walk to the strip club and start dancing again. Swinging my hips from side to side, I still have his money and a sweet body. © 2008 Tanya |
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3 Reviews Added on October 20, 2008 AuthorTanyaBentonville, ARAboutI'm not really into talking about myself, but I guess I should now. I love writing, really, it's the only thing that really defines me. I love poetry, but I love Prose more. There's more room to work .. more..Writing
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