{ w h o } Alene and Lola { w h a t } Education { w h e n } Wednesday evening { w h e r e } Their trailer { r a t i n g } R, probably. Girl on girllll, yo { status } In-progress
At the end of the night, it was always possible for money made to wash away the grimy feel of someone else's hands on her skin, of fingers curled roughly against her hip and palms groping at the swell of her breasts. The money she earned could more than make up for any feelings of disgust she might experience, and tonight was one of those nights. Picking the pockets of two of her clients certainly helped to fill up her purse, that much was certain. They would be long gone before they noticed anything, and by then, they wouldn't have the sense to suspect her.
Returning to her trailer, Lola saw the light already on and decided it wasn't the worst thing in the world, returning to a home that wasn't empty. Not that she wouldn't enjoy her privacy once other living arrangements were made, but having a warm body beside her in bed certainly cut through the nightly temperature drops.
Pushing open the door a crack, Lola heard nothing that would imply Alene was entertaining, and so she moved the rest of the way inside, closing the door before swiftly making her way to the bedroom area.
"I can see my damn breath outside," Lola said conversationally to the other woman as she stripped out of her dress and underthings, replacing them with a long silk nightgown. It didn't even occur to her that Alene might prefer if Lola displayed some modesty around her; she just removed her clothes and chatted away without a thought. "And yet if there's some fantasy about screwing outside, about nearly getting caught, that's what I get to deal with. Poor rube couldn't even keep it up."