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The Seductress - Chapters 1 and 2
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Originally posted by me on thisis50.com 31 June 2008
The Seductress - A Lady Lynxx novel
Chapter 1
‘Get out of here you little piece of shit!’ she screamed ‘I said get the fuck out!’
Little Heavenly cowered with fear as her mother struggled to find any random item as a projectile to throw at her head.
All she wanted was a little something to eat; a smidgen of love wouldn’t go amiss either. Even at the tender age of three, Heavenly Raleigh Richardson had a remarkably heightened survival instinct; this however was the forced kind, developed through no fault of her own. Unfortunately her mother blamed her for everything that went wrong in her life. Apparently Heavenly was the reason her mama couldn’t get a real job, the reason her father walked out, the reason for her mama’s stretch marks etc and the list went on. Cassandra Richardson was perched on her queen sized bed being fucked by one of her regular tricks, when Heavenly had walked in dragging a box of fruit loops behind her. She was getting in the way as usual and Cassandra was pissed off.
She couldn’t even be a real hooker because no pimp wanted a bitch that had kids around. Every single pimp that she’d approached told her to put the kid in foster care, but a part of her couldn’t do that; this was even in spite of the fact that she hated the very ground that Heavenly walked on. Eventually, she was reduced to picking up tricks in seedy bars, strips clubs and hotels; it was easy money and hell it paid the damn bills. Sadly, Cassandra was born with the ‘fuck it’ gene so she didn’t have the mind to be selective about her chosen vocation in life.
There was no way that she would give up her own flesh and blood. Apart from showing weakness on her part, it meant that her identical twin sister Kennedy would probably petition to be the child’s legal guardian. Cassandra would never let that happen for as long as she lived, because that meant that Kennedy would have won.
Cassandra and Kennedy were identical in physical features, but the buck stopped there. Since they were little kids, Kennedy was the perfect sister from hell and Cassandra took the starring role as the rotten apple.
She could never figure out why their mother always took Kennedy’s side; it was a good thing that the old witch died the year that Heavenly was born; now her mother’s voice of dis-approval could no longer haunt her.
Soon after their mother died, Kennedy got married and moved to a more upscale part of Brooklyn with her man Tyrone Michaels. They had a son named Le quawn together and lived the kind of existence that Cassandra could only dream of; why the fuck was her life such a shit infested hole?
Even her attempts to snag Tyrone from Kennedy before she left the hood were thwarted; she thought that he was bitch-made for refusing her fine ass pussy and when Kennedy found out what Cassandra had plotted, the two sisters ended up in a bloody fight. As both were equally matched, neither won the fight; however the battle lines had now been drawn. As a result of this, the sisters barely spoke, however of mercy Kennedy would sometimes come down to see little Heavenly. She meant to act as a guardian angel to the poor little babe; it wasn’t her fault that her mother was such a skank.
Cassandra’s customer recoiled in shock at the way the bitch was treating the little girl; how could somebody be so wicked? he thought. Hank Williams worked as a senior press advisor to the Mayor of New York, so if he wanted to he could pull some strings and get the child taken into state custody. Her dress was visibly soiled with a cocktail of vomit, urine and shit; it was also obvious that she was being neglected and beaten as well. One look at her deathly pale and ashy pallor, and he added malnourishment to that list.
‘Come on, you can’t speak to her like that! She’s only a baby….is she yours?’ he asked
‘Yeah, she mine. Would you believe it? She doesn’t even look like me, she look like her dead beat of a father. Don’t let her lil ass get in the way. I’ll feed her once we’re finished. It’s okay’
Hank was heartbroken; how the fuck could any mother treat her child like this?
‘No, it’s not okay!’ he got up and threw a bunch of twenty dollar bills on the bed.
‘Take the money and feed that child! A bitch like you don’t deserve to be a mother, and I bet you pick up a welfare check too to help you with the kid. Look Cassandra, in my position I could get your baby taken away from you for child neglect and abuse. It’s just a click away for me, so fix yourself up!’ Hank snapped his fingers sharply in her face for effect, but Cassandra was defiant. How dare he threaten her in her own home!
‘Oh yeah? Then how will you explain to the feds the way you came to see her….that you were fucking me at the time? I bet that would look good in the Daily News!’
Hank laughed inwardly, he couldn’t believe that this hoe had the guts to try and shake him; she didn’t know who the fuck he was. Just because he had a government job it didn’t mean that he was oblivious to the code of the streets. Hank put a beefy hand on her scrawny neck and squeezed it hard cutting off her air flow so she was left gasping for air.
‘Bitch don’t you ever, ever threaten me ya hear? I can make a hoe like you disappear overnight, no questions asked. So either way if you don’t straighten up, you’ll lose your daughter. It’s up to you which way ya want it’
When he finally released his death grip, Cassandra doubled over on to the bed trying to get her breath back; she shed a few tears of defeat. Even a crazy bitch like her knew when she was out of her league.
Hank put his pants back on and walked over to the kid, understandably Heavenly shrank back in horror at the man who had just released her mother’s neck from a choke hold.
‘It’s okay baby…I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re hungry ain’t ya? Let’s go get some milk for these fruit loops okay’
He took her by her little hand and found the dingy dimly lit kitchen; once he’d found some in the fridge, he poured milk in the cereal bowl but then retched instantly from the smell of rancid milk. Only God knew what repulsive horrors this poor child had been subjected to eat out of hunger and desperation; Hank took away the fruit loops and gave her some Cheetos instead. It wasn’t very nutritious, but at least there was something in her belly. His final act of kindness was to bathe her and put her in some fresh clothes. Her nappy was caked to the core with faeces and urine that was at least a day old. Hank almost cried at the condition of this tiny toddler; whilst most kids this age were being given love, toys and some affection, this baby had to fight for her very right to existence. He walked back to Cassandra’s room to find her deep in an alcohol induced slumber; she was one of those drunks who were made sleepy by drinking rather than being loud or violent.
Before he finally left, Hank left her a little note on the night stand for when she eventually woke up; he hoped to God that the sorry bitch had some basic reading skills’
Cassandra,
I have never been more ashamed in my life from of the condition I found your daughter in. You don’t have to love her but at least keep her fed and keep her clothes (and her nappy!) clean. If I happen to find out that you are not managing even that little task, then I’ll arrange for her to be removed from you permanently and put into state care.
Oh and by the way, this was my last visit to you as you customer. I no longer want anything to do with your sorry ass.
Hank
Cassandra was livid when she woke up and read the note; Heavenly had fucked things up once again. She stormed over to her daughter’s cot and dragged her upright by the scruff of her tiny neck;
‘You little shit head, see what you’ve done? See what the fuck you’ve done!’
She threw Heavenly on to the hard floor and slammed the door behind her; the poor child’s head was bleeding but she managed to calm down from crying after a while and eventually Heavenly fell asleep on the bedroom floor.
The next morning Cassandra realised what she had done and panicked; did she kill her baby? After checking carefully she thanked her stars that it was only a little gash, but nevertheless she needed to watch her temper with Heavenly from now on. The last thing she wanted was to be done for killing her own child!
Later on that day Cassandra decided to buy some food for the apartment and get her kid a few new clothes. She had out grown the ones from the previous year, but they only just about fit because Heavenly was underweight for a child of her age. From then on, even though the beatings and neglect were marginally kept in check, Cassandra still didn’t show any love or affection to her child.
By 5 years of age, Heavenly had learned how to fix her own breakfast, by 6 she could clean her room, at 7 she could light the stove and by 8 she was going out to do the grocery shopping, cleaning the apartment and going to the Laundromat to do their laundry. Nothing really changed with Cassandra, who continued her miserable life of whoring, drinking and generally fucking with every sorry low life in the hood.
Surprisingly Heavenly did very well at school and managed to conceal the extent of her mother’s shameless conduct from her classmates. Only her best friend knew what was going on, but then again they were kindred sprits as they were more or less in the same situation. Givenchy Grant’s mother was also a hooker however sadly in her case, her mama did hard drugs; her mama had named her Givenchy because she knew that it was the name of a fashion label whose reputation was a benchmark of class and beautiful design. The life that Givenchy knew however was in stark contrast to the famed designer label; by time she hit 15 Givenchy’s mama Crystal had died of a crack overdose leaving her alone in the world. The responsibility apartment’s rent immediately went to her auntie Rose, but that one had no intention of moving back to Brooklyn. She sent Givenchy money every month to pay the rent but explained to the girl that she would have to manage the rest of the bills herself. Luckily she had just got a job working at the back of a local bar; upon explaining her situation to the boss, he conveniently ignored the fact that she was underage and gave her a job. Besides, she would work hard for him on a Saturday night and there was nothing better than cheap labour; Givenchy ended up working two week nights and the whole weekend at the bar lifting crates of booze and bagging the empty bottles into huge black bin bags. It wasn’t ideal but in her eyes this beat being a hooker like her mother was or even being a stripper; this was all she had for now and it paid the bills. Sometimes in life one just had to grin and bear it.
To this end, Heavenly was glad to have a friend in Givenchy because she knew a little of how her own life was. One day in elementary school, Heavenly’s teacher asked her why her mother had given her such a beautiful name. Miss Jones meant well as she thought that Heavenly was a very special kid and had the intelligence of children way older than her.
When her pupil remarked that she didn’t know why her mama had named her that, Miss Jones let her in on her own idea;
‘I’ll bet your mama named you Heavenly because you’re such an angel honey’ she said with a warm smile.
Later on that night, Heavenly asked her mama how she had come to choose her name.
‘My teacher said you prolly called me Heavenly cos when I was born I looked like an angel’ said the ten year old excitedly
‘What? Huh please! It weren’t nuthin to do wit yo sorry ass! I called you Heavenly cos that how I felt whenever your daddy fucked me...it was only right to call the spawn of his seed that. When you were born you looked like a skinless rat…real pinky and slimy! Any way whatever…what that teacher know anyways….’
As her mother spoke, Heavenly switched off and stopped listening; her mother’s cruel taunt had cut through her like a knife. She was hoping that her mother had loved her at some point, just even once, but alas it wasn’t meant to be. From that day forth, Heavenly no longer mentioned school.
Things finally came to a head when Heavenly turned 16; she had just got her GED and left high-school. She was hoping to go to college and try to be somebody; maybe then her mother would finally be proud of her. Cassandra had actually cut down on the whoring for the minute once she met Zeus; he was a bouncer for some of the local clubs but also worked as a paid hit man on the rare occasions that he was needed. He moved into the already cramped apartment that she shared with her daughter and he hated her from the minute he laid eyes on her. The prim little bitch was just in the way of him getting undivided attention from Cassandra; she was old enough to be put out and fend for herself in his opinion; kids were just too damn spoiled these days.
Zeus somehow persuaded Cassandra to throw Heavenly out; about a week after she had gained her GED, she found her things outside the apartment door in black bags, her key no longer fit the lock; Heavenly almost pissed herself with panic; she banged on the door for her mama to let her in, this must have been some kind of mistake!
‘Mama, mama! It’s me…let me in! Please it’s Heavenly!’ she kept banging away frantically until five minutes later Cassandra and Zeus opened the door; they’d obviously just finished fucking as they were both wearing robes and looked dirty with sweat peeling down their bodies.
‘What the fuck is it Heavenly? You can see your shit outside the door so go on and get!’ screamed Cassandra; the only way she could stand the guilt of her actions was to talk as if it was Heavenly who was the problem
‘But why mama? I ain’t got nowhere to go….what did I do wrong?’ pleaded Heavenly
‘Look, we both knew this was gonna happen someday. You walk around like you better than everyone else in this home now you got you GED! Let’s see how far its gonna get you….don’t worry G. E. D will get you a roof over your head and a job! I’ve done my part in raising you….it’s up to you now. Me and my man need to be alone together can’t you see that bitch? You’re just in the way same as you ever was!’
‘I think you’ve heard what your mama had to say Heavenly. It’s time to say goodbye now’ said Zeus as calm as anything ‘So get the fuck out of our sight’
Heavenly burst into tears at the betrayal, her mama always put everything else before her and all her life, she was perpetually on the bottom of the list. Now as a final insult, Zeus had claimed any ounce of love that her mother ever had for her; it was a hot July day but at that moment Heavenly felt like she was as cold as hell.
She had no choice but to pick up her shit and go; hopefully Givenchy would allow her to sleep on the couch for a few days until she got her shit together. Zeus had just made an enemy for life that day and in Heavenly’s mind, it was far from over.
They slammed the door on her as she walked down the long corridor called life; she had been cut a hard slice of it so far but was determined to make it her own from that point forward.
Heavenly crashed at Givenchy’s late that night; she spent a long time talking to her best friend, thinking, planning and generally getting a damn grip.
She decided that would aim to get a college degree by any means possible, with the exception of selling her body as a prostitute. Heavenly figured that if she could get this far on her own then at least the rest would be easier on her own terms. Or so she thought….
Chapter 2
They called her ‘The Seductress’. Any man, and sometimes woman, that witnessed her performance became intoxicated on sight; she never failed to leave them gagging and thirsty for more. Her thrice weekly show was the highlight of the club; The Melting Pot was one of the most popular gentlemen’s clubs in Brooklyn. The place was considered ‘tasteful’ as most of the ladies were burlesque performers so there was no full nudity; the least that a girl could have on was a g-string and pasties over each nipple.
Junior ‘Juno’ Douglas who was the owner of the club, didn’t want his joint to turn into one of the infamous grotty titty bars that were scattered around town; he came from an era when striptease was still an art form that had to be studied, and by God he would uphold that tradition for as long as he lived.
Juno’s strict determination paid off abundantly; the kind of clientele that patronised his club were well dressed pimps, b-ballers, politicians, musicians, film industry people, the Wall Street set and in general, rich high rollers. It was also the only joint in town where one could see a mix of different and beautiful women, hence the club’s name of ‘The Melting Pot’. Juno had black girls, white girls, Asians and Latinas performing in the same damn club, they were all the finest specimens of each of their races due to the strict vetting process that all the girls had to go through. Busted, fat, ugly, un-shaved, badly scarred, fucked up looking chicks need not apply. Getting into The Melting pot was like gaining an internship at Vogue magazine; it was the job every girl stripper would kill the other one for and if you had it in your resume somebody was always bound to give you a job.
Juno met Seductress when she was only 16, she had not long left high school and her mama had just thrown her out. She needed a job and any job in the club would do…the poor girl was even prepared to clean toilets to survive but as fate would have it, Juno had a better offer for her.
Although Heavenly had the face of an angel, she also had the body of a sinner and even in those early days Juno knew that she had what it took to set the club alight; all she needed was a little trimming around the edges and she would be straight.
As rule his girls were not be allowed on the stage until they hit 18, so he asked Joyce, his dear wife of 25 years, to take Heavenly on as her apprentice for two years until she was ready to perform in the club. Joyce herself was a retired burlesque performer; she was the original ‘dark seductress’ back in the day due to her exotic looks that came from a background of Indian and Haitian ancestry. Joyce credited as being the first performer to be seen on stage jiggling one butt cheek at a time and she was also a master of the fireman’s pole. The dark seductress was also famed for her tight muscular abdominals that were complimented by her thick butt and thighs and since he was so proud of his wife’s legacy, Juno loved to tell anybody who cared to listen that Joyce used to be a bad bitch back then.
Finally, at 35 years of age, Joyce hung up her golden g-string that was her trademark, and settled down at her husband’s request. They ended up having no children but were happy to grow old together, working in an industry that they both loved and made their club the best one around for miles anywhere outside Manhattan.
Joyce was pleased to discover that her eager young pupil was a naturally slick mover; Heavenly studied in University by day and was exclusively taught by Joyce three nights a week; the Douglases had a dance studio in the loft of their home which they used for extra classes if any of the girls were having trouble with their moves.
After almost two and a half years of gruelling burlesque dancing, gymnastics, ballet, fitness training and extensive pole work, Heavenly was finally ready to go on stage. Her stage outfit of choice was a black PVC catsuit, seven inch stripper platform heels and a Zorro style mask; she had her hair was styled on top of her head into a waist length high ponytail for extra drama. Heavenly’s crowing glory was the moment that Joyce passed the ‘Seductress’ tag on to her, it was a honor from one of the very best in the game being given to one of the chosen few.
On her opening night which was on Saturday, Juno had pulled out all the stops and given her the primetime midnight slot; every one in the crowd knew that something magical was about to happen, so they hushed down when the MC announced the next performer that was about to hit the stage;
‘Alright, fellas….all my players in the house tonight! We got something new for y’all, something special! This next lady right here has been trained by the original dark seductress herself Joyce Douglas, so please give her a very warm Melting Pot welcome….my people, please give it up for……The Seductress’
Heavenly walked out on to the stage to the sounds of Usher’s slick hit ‘Seduction’, her confidence began to peak as the crowd grew silent; this was the most amazing feeling in the world.
© Lady Lynxx 2008
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The Seductress - A Lady Lynxx novel
Chapter 1
‘Get out of here you little piece of shit!’ she screamed ‘I said get the fuck out!’
Little Heavenly cowered with fear as her mother struggled to find any random item as a projectile to throw at her head.
All she wanted was a little something to eat; a smidgen of love wouldn’t go amiss either. Even at the tender age of three, Heavenly Raleigh Richardson had a remarkably heightened survival instinct; this however was the forced kind, developed through no fault of her own. Unfortunately her mother blamed her for everything that went wrong in her life. Apparently Heavenly was the reason her mama couldn’t get a real job, the reason her father walked out, the reason for her mama’s stretch marks etc and the list went on. Cassandra Richardson was perched on her queen sized bed being fucked by one of her regular tricks, when Heavenly had walked in dragging a box of fruit loops behind her. She was getting in the way as usual and Cassandra was pissed off.
She couldn’t even be a real hooker because no pimp wanted a bitch that had kids around. Every single pimp that she’d approached told her to put the kid in foster care, but a part of her couldn’t do that; this was even in spite of the fact that she hated the very ground that Heavenly walked on. Eventually, she was reduced to picking up tricks in seedy bars, strips clubs and hotels; it was easy money and hell it paid the damn bills. Sadly, Cassandra was born with the ‘fuck it’ gene so she didn’t have the mind to be selective about her chosen vocation in life.
There was no way that she would give up her own flesh and blood. Apart from showing weakness on her part, it meant that her identical twin sister Kennedy would probably petition to be the child’s legal guardian. Cassandra would never let that happen for as long as she lived, because that meant that Kennedy would have won.
Cassandra and Kennedy were identical in physical features, but the buck stopped there. Since they were little kids, Kennedy was the perfect sister from hell and Cassandra took the starring role as the rotten apple.
She could never figure out why their mother always took Kennedy’s side; it was a good thing that the old witch died the year that Heavenly was born; now her mother’s voice of dis-approval could no longer haunt her.
Soon after their mother died, Kennedy got married and moved to a more upscale part of Brooklyn with her man Tyrone Michaels. They had a son named Le quawn together and lived the kind of existence that Cassandra could only dream of; why the fuck was her life such a shit infested hole?
Even her attempts to snag Tyrone from Kennedy before she left the hood were thwarted; she thought that he was bitch-made for refusing her fine ass pussy and when Kennedy found out what Cassandra had plotted, the two sisters ended up in a bloody fight. As both were equally matched, neither won the fight; however the battle lines had now been drawn. As a result of this, the sisters barely spoke, however of mercy Kennedy would sometimes come down to see little Heavenly. She meant to act as a guardian angel to the poor little babe; it wasn’t her fault that her mother was such a skank.
Cassandra’s customer recoiled in shock at the way the bitch was treating the little girl; how could somebody be so wicked? he thought. Hank Williams worked as a senior press advisor to the Mayor of New York, so if he wanted to he could pull some strings and get the child taken into state custody. Her dress was visibly soiled with a cocktail of vomit, urine and shit; it was also obvious that she was being neglected and beaten as well. One look at her deathly pale and ashy pallor, and he added malnourishment to that list.
‘Come on, you can’t speak to her like that! She’s only a baby….is she yours?’ he asked
‘Yeah, she mine. Would you believe it? She doesn’t even look like me, she look like her dead beat of a father. Don’t let her lil ass get in the way. I’ll feed her once we’re finished. It’s okay’
Hank was heartbroken; how the fuck could any mother treat her child like this?
‘No, it’s not okay!’ he got up and threw a bunch of twenty dollar bills on the bed.
‘Take the money and feed that child! A bitch like you don’t deserve to be a mother, and I bet you pick up a welfare check too to help you with the kid. Look Cassandra, in my position I could get your baby taken away from you for child neglect and abuse. It’s just a click away for me, so fix yourself up!’ Hank snapped his fingers sharply in her face for effect, but Cassandra was defiant. How dare he threaten her in her own home!
‘Oh yeah? Then how will you explain to the feds the way you came to see her….that you were fucking me at the time? I bet that would look good in the Daily News!’
Hank laughed inwardly, he couldn’t believe that this hoe had the guts to try and shake him; she didn’t know who the fuck he was. Just because he had a government job it didn’t mean that he was oblivious to the code of the streets. Hank put a beefy hand on her scrawny neck and squeezed it hard cutting off her air flow so she was left gasping for air.
‘Bitch don’t you ever, ever threaten me ya hear? I can make a hoe like you disappear overnight, no questions asked. So either way if you don’t straighten up, you’ll lose your daughter. It’s up to you which way ya want it’
When he finally released his death grip, Cassandra doubled over on to the bed trying to get her breath back; she shed a few tears of defeat. Even a crazy bitch like her knew when she was out of her league.
Hank put his pants back on and walked over to the kid, understandably Heavenly shrank back in horror at the man who had just released her mother’s neck from a choke hold.
‘It’s okay baby…I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re hungry ain’t ya? Let’s go get some milk for these fruit loops okay’
He took her by her little hand and found the dingy dimly lit kitchen; once he’d found some in the fridge, he poured milk in the cereal bowl but then retched instantly from the smell of rancid milk. Only God knew what repulsive horrors this poor child had been subjected to eat out of hunger and desperation; Hank took away the fruit loops and gave her some Cheetos instead. It wasn’t very nutritious, but at least there was something in her belly. His final act of kindness was to bathe her and put her in some fresh clothes. Her nappy was caked to the core with faeces and urine that was at least a day old. Hank almost cried at the condition of this tiny toddler; whilst most kids this age were being given love, toys and some affection, this baby had to fight for her very right to existence. He walked back to Cassandra’s room to find her deep in an alcohol induced slumber; she was one of those drunks who were made sleepy by drinking rather than being loud or violent.
Before he finally left, Hank left her a little note on the night stand for when she eventually woke up; he hoped to God that the sorry bitch had some basic reading skills’
Cassandra,
I have never been more ashamed in my life from of the condition I found your daughter in. You don’t have to love her but at least keep her fed and keep her clothes (and her nappy!) clean. If I happen to find out that you are not managing even that little task, then I’ll arrange for her to be removed from you permanently and put into state care.
Oh and by the way, this was my last visit to you as you customer. I no longer want anything to do with your sorry ass.
Hank
Cassandra was livid when she woke up and read the note; Heavenly had fucked things up once again. She stormed over to her daughter’s cot and dragged her upright by the scruff of her tiny neck;
‘You little shit head, see what you’ve done? See what the fuck you’ve done!’
She threw Heavenly on to the hard floor and slammed the door behind her; the poor child’s head was bleeding but she managed to calm down from crying after a while and eventually Heavenly fell asleep on the bedroom floor.
The next morning Cassandra realised what she had done and panicked; did she kill her baby? After checking carefully she thanked her stars that it was only a little gash, but nevertheless she needed to watch her temper with Heavenly from now on. The last thing she wanted was to be done for killing her own child!
Later on that day Cassandra decided to buy some food for the apartment and get her kid a few new clothes. She had out grown the ones from the previous year, but they only just about fit because Heavenly was underweight for a child of her age. From then on, even though the beatings and neglect were marginally kept in check, Cassandra still didn’t show any love or affection to her child.
By 5 years of age, Heavenly had learned how to fix her own breakfast, by 6 she could clean her room, at 7 she could light the stove and by 8 she was going out to do the grocery shopping, cleaning the apartment and going to the Laundromat to do their laundry. Nothing really changed with Cassandra, who continued her miserable life of whoring, drinking and generally fucking with every sorry low life in the hood.
Surprisingly Heavenly did very well at school and managed to conceal the extent of her mother’s shameless conduct from her classmates. Only her best friend knew what was going on, but then again they were kindred sprits as they were more or less in the same situation. Givenchy Grant’s mother was also a hooker however sadly in her case, her mama did hard drugs; her mama had named her Givenchy because she knew that it was the name of a fashion label whose reputation was a benchmark of class and beautiful design. The life that Givenchy knew however was in stark contrast to the famed designer label; by time she hit 15 Givenchy’s mama Crystal had died of a crack overdose leaving her alone in the world. The responsibility apartment’s rent immediately went to her auntie Rose, but that one had no intention of moving back to Brooklyn. She sent Givenchy money every month to pay the rent but explained to the girl that she would have to manage the rest of the bills herself. Luckily she had just got a job working at the back of a local bar; upon explaining her situation to the boss, he conveniently ignored the fact that she was underage and gave her a job. Besides, she would work hard for him on a Saturday night and there was nothing better than cheap labour; Givenchy ended up working two week nights and the whole weekend at the bar lifting crates of booze and bagging the empty bottles into huge black bin bags. It wasn’t ideal but in her eyes this beat being a hooker like her mother was or even being a stripper; this was all she had for now and it paid the bills. Sometimes in life one just had to grin and bear it.
To this end, Heavenly was glad to have a friend in Givenchy because she knew a little of how her own life was. One day in elementary school, Heavenly’s teacher asked her why her mother had given her such a beautiful name. Miss Jones meant well as she thought that Heavenly was a very special kid and had the intelligence of children way older than her.
When her pupil remarked that she didn’t know why her mama had named her that, Miss Jones let her in on her own idea;
‘I’ll bet your mama named you Heavenly because you’re such an angel honey’ she said with a warm smile.
Later on that night, Heavenly asked her mama how she had come to choose her name.
‘My teacher said you prolly called me Heavenly cos when I was born I looked like an angel’ said the ten year old excitedly
‘What? Huh please! It weren’t nuthin to do wit yo sorry ass! I called you Heavenly cos that how I felt whenever your daddy fucked me...it was only right to call the spawn of his seed that. When you were born you looked like a skinless rat…real pinky and slimy! Any way whatever…what that teacher know anyways….’
As her mother spoke, Heavenly switched off and stopped listening; her mother’s cruel taunt had cut through her like a knife. She was hoping that her mother had loved her at some point, just even once, but alas it wasn’t meant to be. From that day forth, Heavenly no longer mentioned school.
Things finally came to a head when Heavenly turned 16; she had just got her GED and left high-school. She was hoping to go to college and try to be somebody; maybe then her mother would finally be proud of her. Cassandra had actually cut down on the whoring for the minute once she met Zeus; he was a bouncer for some of the local clubs but also worked as a paid hit man on the rare occasions that he was needed. He moved into the already cramped apartment that she shared with her daughter and he hated her from the minute he laid eyes on her. The prim little bitch was just in the way of him getting undivided attention from Cassandra; she was old enough to be put out and fend for herself in his opinion; kids were just too damn spoiled these days.
Zeus somehow persuaded Cassandra to throw Heavenly out; about a week after she had gained her GED, she found her things outside the apartment door in black bags, her key no longer fit the lock; Heavenly almost pissed herself with panic; she banged on the door for her mama to let her in, this must have been some kind of mistake!
‘Mama, mama! It’s me…let me in! Please it’s Heavenly!’ she kept banging away frantically until five minutes later Cassandra and Zeus opened the door; they’d obviously just finished fucking as they were both wearing robes and looked dirty with sweat peeling down their bodies.
‘What the fuck is it Heavenly? You can see your shit outside the door so go on and get!’ screamed Cassandra; the only way she could stand the guilt of her actions was to talk as if it was Heavenly who was the problem
‘But why mama? I ain’t got nowhere to go….what did I do wrong?’ pleaded Heavenly
‘Look, we both knew this was gonna happen someday. You walk around like you better than everyone else in this home now you got you GED! Let’s see how far its gonna get you….don’t worry G. E. D will get you a roof over your head and a job! I’ve done my part in raising you….it’s up to you now. Me and my man need to be alone together can’t you see that bitch? You’re just in the way same as you ever was!’
‘I think you’ve heard what your mama had to say Heavenly. It’s time to say goodbye now’ said Zeus as calm as anything ‘So get the fuck out of our sight’
Heavenly burst into tears at the betrayal, her mama always put everything else before her and all her life, she was perpetually on the bottom of the list. Now as a final insult, Zeus had claimed any ounce of love that her mother ever had for her; it was a hot July day but at that moment Heavenly felt like she was as cold as hell.
She had no choice but to pick up her shit and go; hopefully Givenchy would allow her to sleep on the couch for a few days until she got her shit together. Zeus had just made an enemy for life that day and in Heavenly’s mind, it was far from over.
They slammed the door on her as she walked down the long corridor called life; she had been cut a hard slice of it so far but was determined to make it her own from that point forward.
Heavenly crashed at Givenchy’s late that night; she spent a long time talking to her best friend, thinking, planning and generally getting a damn grip.
She decided that would aim to get a college degree by any means possible, with the exception of selling her body as a prostitute. Heavenly figured that if she could get this far on her own then at least the rest would be easier on her own terms. Or so she thought….
Chapter 2
They called her ‘The Seductress’. Any man, and sometimes woman, that witnessed her performance became intoxicated on sight; she never failed to leave them gagging and thirsty for more. Her thrice weekly show was the highlight of the club; The Melting Pot was one of the most popular gentlemen’s clubs in Brooklyn. The place was considered ‘tasteful’ as most of the ladies were burlesque performers so there was no full nudity; the least that a girl could have on was a g-string and pasties over each nipple.
Junior ‘Juno’ Douglas who was the owner of the club, didn’t want his joint to turn into one of the infamous grotty titty bars that were scattered around town; he came from an era when striptease was still an art form that had to be studied, and by God he would uphold that tradition for as long as he lived.
Juno’s strict determination paid off abundantly; the kind of clientele that patronised his club were well dressed pimps, b-ballers, politicians, musicians, film industry people, the Wall Street set and in general, rich high rollers. It was also the only joint in town where one could see a mix of different and beautiful women, hence the club’s name of ‘The Melting Pot’. Juno had black girls, white girls, Asians and Latinas performing in the same damn club, they were all the finest specimens of each of their races due to the strict vetting process that all the girls had to go through. Busted, fat, ugly, un-shaved, badly scarred, fucked up looking chicks need not apply. Getting into The Melting pot was like gaining an internship at Vogue magazine; it was the job every girl stripper would kill the other one for and if you had it in your resume somebody was always bound to give you a job.
Juno met Seductress when she was only 16, she had not long left high school and her mama had just thrown her out. She needed a job and any job in the club would do…the poor girl was even prepared to clean toilets to survive but as fate would have it, Juno had a better offer for her.
Although Heavenly had the face of an angel, she also had the body of a sinner and even in those early days Juno knew that she had what it took to set the club alight; all she needed was a little trimming around the edges and she would be straight.
As rule his girls were not be allowed on the stage until they hit 18, so he asked Joyce, his dear wife of 25 years, to take Heavenly on as her apprentice for two years until she was ready to perform in the club. Joyce herself was a retired burlesque performer; she was the original ‘dark seductress’ back in the day due to her exotic looks that came from a background of Indian and Haitian ancestry. Joyce credited as being the first performer to be seen on stage jiggling one butt cheek at a time and she was also a master of the fireman’s pole. The dark seductress was also famed for her tight muscular abdominals that were complimented by her thick butt and thighs and since he was so proud of his wife’s legacy, Juno loved to tell anybody who cared to listen that Joyce used to be a bad bitch back then.
Finally, at 35 years of age, Joyce hung up her golden g-string that was her trademark, and settled down at her husband’s request. They ended up having no children but were happy to grow old together, working in an industry that they both loved and made their club the best one around for miles anywhere outside Manhattan.
Joyce was pleased to discover that her eager young pupil was a naturally slick mover; Heavenly studied in University by day and was exclusively taught by Joyce three nights a week; the Douglases had a dance studio in the loft of their home which they used for extra classes if any of the girls were having trouble with their moves.
After almost two and a half years of gruelling burlesque dancing, gymnastics, ballet, fitness training and extensive pole work, Heavenly was finally ready to go on stage. Her stage outfit of choice was a black PVC catsuit, seven inch stripper platform heels and a Zorro style mask; she had her hair was styled on top of her head into a waist length high ponytail for extra drama. Heavenly’s crowing glory was the moment that Joyce passed the ‘Seductress’ tag on to her, it was a honor from one of the very best in the game being given to one of the chosen few.
On her opening night which was on Saturday, Juno had pulled out all the stops and given her the primetime midnight slot; every one in the crowd knew that something magical was about to happen, so they hushed down when the MC announced the next performer that was about to hit the stage;
‘Alright, fellas….all my players in the house tonight! We got something new for y’all, something special! This next lady right here has been trained by the original dark seductress herself Joyce Douglas, so please give her a very warm Melting Pot welcome….my people, please give it up for……The Seductress’
Heavenly walked out on to the stage to the sounds of Usher’s slick hit ‘Seduction’, her confidence began to peak as the crowd grew silent; this was the most amazing feeling in the world.
© Lady Lynxx 2008
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Comment by lady lynxx on June 9, 2009 at 1:52pm
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Hello lady! Yes I have lots of writing to do!
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Comment by miss_p on June 9, 2009 at 12:35pm
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still waiting on this one to come out... lol
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