Demballa The Puta

Demballas useless life

Prologue: This fanfic was just written based on the utter stupidity of my art teacher who is a complete idiot which doesn't know how to even teach a god damn art class. But without further a due let's begin.

On the fine morning of August 16th 1870 a young lady named Demballa Davis woke from a long rest on a hail bail. Demballa was was a wealthy young women in her mid 20s who owned a company selling people's unwanted art (although it was kind of illegal, she did it anyways). One day Demballa was searching for jobs on the neighbourhood board of bullshit and found one that caught her eye. Much later that day Demballa made the decision of going to interview for this job. Demballa then went to the local strip club to be interviewed, and after few short hours was hired for the job. Demballa quickly went home to celebrate the accomplished with her hay bails (because she clearly has no husband or friends) she opened a bottle of hard whisky to celebrate. The next afternoon Demballa woke up with a staggering migraine because of the whisky from the past night. Once she caught her balance she got undressed and put on her very revealing uniform for work. Demballa tried to brush out her hair but she can't because her hair is disgusting from spilt whisky and straw from the bails. (Anyways) From everything that happened that morning Demballa was running quite late, but made it on time to her work place to start her first shift.
     "I was starting to think you weren't coming Demballa, but I'm glad you made it."
     "Thanks boss, now where can I start?" Demballas boss, Sir Fell showed her the podium on which she was to dance on, with a pole right through the middle. Demballa quickly hopped on the pole and started doing fancy pole work, keeping an eye on all the men in the crowd (None). But then, Demballa was doing a triple spin and lost her grip which caused her to hit her hip quite badly on the podiums stage and she then simultaneously broke her hip. After the authorities came and made sure she was fine Demballa was told that she would never be able to pole dance again, which forced Demballa into the only other career option for women, teaching... So for the rest of poor (not) old Demballas life she was forced to teach children how to embroider, (which explains her lack of motivation when teaching children how to draw in art class). After these series of events Demballa never could pole dance ever again.