Rugged Lace

*There's something in the atmosphere, a billion stars never felt so clear*

Soft skin placed against dark lace--her pale skin in high contrast to the fabric. She's no longer tan as she'd been as a child. No, now she's pale enough it seems the sun never touched her face. Light blush is applied to her face high up on her cheekbones, lipstick pressed up against her lips. Why does this always take so damn long?Rigid, she sits, calming her mind with the knowledge that she'll get her drugs soon. Soon.Mascara is applied carefully, along with dark eye shadow that feels heavy on her eyelids.

"There. Perfect." He finishes up with her eye shadow, giving her a look with no smiles. "You look great. Perfect," he reiterates himself, though she doubts he notices it. What a liar, she thinks. Neither correct it. The man knows the truth as well as she does. She nods, her voice hoarse from the other night. I'll have to force my words out today.

"Here."

A small pill is placed into her hand. A small cup of water placed into the other. She swallows the water and then the pill.

"It's pretty heavy, though. Careful, Tyler, you may get addicted one of these days," the woman adds, glancing over to the guy then back to Tyler. A humorous look passes over her face, letting Tyler know that she's only joking around.

"Yeah." A hoarse voice, like she suspected, sounds from her. Absentmindedly, she licks her teeth, hating how slimy they feel. Her hair is just as bad. Underneath the pretty makeup, her face is still filthy, no part of her right and clean. Tyler doubts that anyone would notice though, not with the lighting. Dark enough to be hard to recognize anyone clearly, and yet light enough to see everything they'd want to see. "How long?"

"Long night?" the woman who handed her the water asks, shaking her head slightly. "Two minutes until start. You know what to do?" Though she's asking, it's not a question. No reply is given, either. "Good luck." No actual luck is meant. There's never luck involved.

Only five people are in the living room, but it feels like thousands to her. The woman's actually an old friend, Suzy; the man her brother's best friend, Tristen. Only three people remain: her brother, the girl she'll be stripping with, and herself.

"Tyler! You and Alise get on the couch," her brother instructs, his voice a harsh bark. The two girls follow his instructions, both placing smiles on their faces. Tyler closes her eyes and picks up a book, starting to thumb through the pages. Someone throws glasses at her. She puts them on without even having to think about it. The other girl is painting her toe nails, as natural as she can be.

Perfectly calm. Perfectly normal.

"Action!" her brother shouts, clicking his camera on. Tyler pretends to read, acting completely engaged as the other girl slowly starts to remove clothing, acting like the room is too hot to stand. She keeps her bra and shorts on, starting to yawn a bit, mocking boredom as she picks up a dirty magazine and flicks through it, stopping and looking at various pictures of naked women in compromising positions. Her tongue lightly snakes out of her mouth, wetting her lips several times. A yawn stretches from her lips, covering a fake moan.

"Tired?" Tyler asks, glancing over. She stares for a moment, before setting down the book. Swallowing, as if engaged by the lack of clothing, Tyler glances around the room, playing the perfect model of someone who's thinking dirty thoughts about someone they're not supposed to. As she does this, her cheeks blush, and Tyler can't help but wonder how much of it is really true.

"No, just hot."

"As always." So casual, the conversation. So...everyday.What starts to happen isn't everyday though, and soon enough both girls are well into the act. Their tongues dance in each others mouth, the two holding each other close. Tyler runs her hands sensually through Alise's hair, each strand silky and soft. Each moment seems to build and build as they both moan.