Chapter Eleven: Raccoon:

This next angel was a lady of the night. Yes, you heard me right. This woman was a prostitute. I have had my share of whores, but this one… Whew. Here is the story to better explain her.

Friday night in the Red Light District. I am always there too. Not always for the sex, mind you. I just want to go there to check things out. Why would I need to pay for sex? I can get the same thing for free. You have seen it in the previous chapters of this tale. But, I have to get back on track with my raccoon.

I took the taxi down to the Pearl Doe Red Light District. This place takes “red light” literally. The street lights are painted red here. I’m not joking either. This street always shines red at night. I paid the driver and began my tour. Brothels on my left and XXX theaters to my right. Sex shops up ahead of me. Strip clubs in between. XXX video stores as well. Maybe a topless restaurant or two. Yeah, sex pests practically live here.  In fact, many of my fans try and live here. Speaking of which, a couple of young men about nineteen years old pass me by. I move quickly so they don’t see me. I am not looking for a friend tonight. I don’t want an interview either. That’s what fans try to do. They see their idol, track them down, and try to be all buddy-buddy with them. That is not me! I am not lonely, thank you! But, I am hungry right now. So, time to find something to eat.

Why would anyone want to eat in this place? That’s the classic sign of an addict. Eating in a red light district. Yeah, that’s just as gross as it sounds. Only a desperate fool when eat in Pearl Doe. The desperate and horny. Not in my case. I just wanted something to eat and I just planned to be here all night. You can’t really judge me on that one. Not compared to everything else I do. So, spare me your crap. Where I eat is the least of my worries.

I wondered around the red-lit streets until I came to a diner called Amanda’s. This place literally stopped me in my tracks. I stared on for a good forty seconds. First thought? 1950’s. I blinked about thirteen times.1950’s and wholesome. I looked around. No, I’m in the right place. I turned back to Amanda’s. I blinked once again. Okay. I’ve never seen this place here before. When did this open? I stared at the silver brick building for a long time. 1950’s, wholesome, and new. Got it. Now, do I go in? A low grumbled filled my ears. My stomach is so yes. Okay then. Amanda’s it is.

The smell of bleach and cleaner almost knock me out. I had to take a step back. I feel like I have stepped into Valley of the Dolls. Black and white everywhere. A jukebox sat against the back corner near the kitchen. The shiny almost blinded me. I could almost feel myself sneering. What have I stepped into? Normally, I would just walk away. But, my stomach is pushing me to walk further in. I took a seat at the counter and rang the bell. No one came. I looked towards the back.

“Hello?” I asked. “Anybody back there?” I kept looking and rang the bell. It looked open. Maybe they’re closing?

I turned my head when I heard the bell ringing behind me. This pretty little thing came walking, catching her breath. Her feet looked like they hurt in her red pencil heel shoes. The only thing that looked warm on her body was her thin, black scrawl. I kept my eyes trained on her curved body. Meatier than Rebekkah, but skinnier than Duck. Her cheeks had been painted a rosy red. I could tell she was a prostitute by her lack of clothes. She looked around for a little bit.

“Is anybody here?” she asked. I raised my hand at her.

“I’m here,” I said. She looked at me for a long time.

“Uh…” she said. “I meant the wait staff.” I nodded at her.

“Ah, I see,” I said. She walked over to the counter and took a seat next to me. Her jasmine-honey scented perfume flirted with my nose. Her black hair looked fuzzy and puffy. I looked at her up and down. She gave me a narrowed look.

“What?” she asked. I shrugged at her.

“No reason,” I said. “Just…”

“Just what?”

“Just… that I didn’t take you for the type of woman to enjoy this place.”

The hooker shrugged at me as she crossed her legs. “Well, I need a break too at times.”

“I guess you’re right,” I said. I looked back at the kitchen again and rang the bell. I glanced over at my new friend.

“What’s your name?” I asked her.

“Victoria,” she said.

“Victoria?” I asked.

“That’s what I said,” she replied.

“I see,” I replied. We looked into the back for anyone once again.

“Think anyone’s here?” I asked.

“It doesn’t look like it…” the hooker replied. We both looked at each other. A little smile came onto her face.

“I know somewhere better to go,” she said. I turned my head to her.

“Really now?” I asked. She lightly took my hand.

“Come with me,” this little treat told me. I couldn’t help but to smile at her little offer.

“Take me,” I said. She let a little bit of her excitement slip out before she dragged me off of her stool and led me out of the diner into the night.

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