Book 1: You Could Be Mine (Izzy Stradlin FanFic)

Ch. 2: Welcome to the VIP Section

As soon as my shift had ended, I rushed home and saw that Jasey was already half way done getting ready. Her long, black hair cascaded in waves until the tendrils reached the curve at the small of her back. She had curves in spades and they were only made to look bigger in the slinky black dress she wore that hugged her better than her own mother even could. I felt a twinge of envy at how ginormous her boobs looked. How was I going to get Pierce's attention when I had what looked like a Playboy model for a friend?

"Finally," she muttered as I walked passed her. She was pushing large hooped earrings into her ears. "I thought you had decided to pick up a few more hours."

"Hell no," I muttered, starting up the shower now so it would be all warmed up by the time I had taken my hair down and undressed completely. "It was so slow today."

"Well hurry up, Abby. I don't wanna' be waiting around forever."

I knew Jasey didn't mean that. She'd wait for me for as long as it took me to get ready. She was just a very impatient person, with a whole "places to go, people to see" kind of attitude. It was part of why she had originally moved to LA, but it also made me wonder how she had remained rooted here for so long with such a restless soul and itchy feet.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get your thong in a twist," I muttered, shutting the bathroom door in her face before removing the rest of my clothes. I stepped into the shower and gasped at the sudden feeling of piping hot water that flowed down my body. At first the water hurt, but once my skin got used to the temperature there was no other feeling of pleasure quite like it.

By the time I had gotten out, my bronzed skin had become a slight shade of red and I laughed when I caught a glimpse in the mirror and saw that I slightly resembled a lobster. I jumped at the pounding I heard on the other side of the door.

"Laughing means you're not getting ready!" Jasey's voice jokingly whined from the other side.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, mom! I'll hurry up!"

I lifted a towel to my hair and scrunched it until it had gone from soaked to damp, letting it fall in waves and leaving it there to dry. I wrapped the towel around my body and left the bathroom, heading towards my bedroom. As I dug through my dresser drawers, I realized that I had almost nothing sexy to wear. I silently prayed that I'd be able to find something in my closet.

I emerged from my bedroom about ten minutes later in an old dress I had bought about two years back but had never really worn. It was black just like Jasey's, but mine was strapless, shorter, and didn't look as good on my almost non-existent curves. Still, Jasey was beaming as soon as she saw me.

"Mama mia! That's a spicy meatball!" she whistled at me.

I clucked my tongue at her. "Just stop right now or I'm turning around and going to bed."

Jasey cackled with laughter and grabbed me by my wrist, pulling me back into the bathroom. "Make-up time!"

I knew a bit about make-up, but Jasey was a professional in comparison. I sat patiently on the toilet, letting Jasey work her magic by patting my face with various brushes and powders. Looking up at her painted face, I could only guess that she was going to make me also look like a high class hooker.

"Done!" she cheered, pulling away from me so I could stand and look in the mirror. I got onto my feet and gazed at the two of us, standing side by side.

"We look....slutty." Not that that was a bad thing. After all, our intentions for tonight weren't entirely pure.

Jasey looked extremely proud. "I know. If Pierce doesn't love you after tonight, he's blind."