Happy Ending?

It is an unusually warm and beautiful day in early January -- the temperature is around 70. The sun is bright; it is unseasonably warm. A Wells Fargo armed truck breaks down in front of the laundromat and across the street from Jorri Ray's diner at 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Just relax Dahhhling, do you not want me to get rid of those 'boy-pockets' of yours?"

I sat here trembling on the table as Aberdeen filled an epidural needle with her homemade concoction of silicone diluted in mineral oil. I swore to myself that I would never get "pumped", especially after seeing so many tranny's walking around with rock-solid, deformed hips. Luckily the area I am getting it in is not visible, and extremely small. To make things worse the tranquilizers I took only numbed the pain sightly, and when the needle entered my thighs I could feel the liquid slowly oozing under my skin. Finally she was done and was shaping the liquid to look natural as it stiffened.

"And there you have it dear! I am surprised you didn't scream this time."

"That's cause I am slightly numb Abbie.", I said as I reached in my bag(which happens to be Miu Miu today) for my wallet, "Ugh, how much do I owe you dear, I am on my last 300 girls, and despite what you all think I do eat." I laughed. Sometimes my own sarcasm makes me laugh.

"Renee. Sweetpea.", she put her crimson tipped claws on my shoulder, "Consider this your... ohhh how do you put it?... Free Pass! HOWEVER. Seeing as though you have a, fetish for your LOVELY labels, and obviously do not make enough money at that job of yours, you can come work for me."

She smiled

"It is completely your choice dear, if not we can just set up a payment plan.", she says as she begins to fiddle with things across the room, "But, before you make your decision, know that many of my patrons are VERY generous. You never know, they might just pay for some of your work. I know you've seen those new pair of knockers Christina got a few months ago. I can open many doors for you my dear, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

I glared at her through the frames of my sunglasses. I could use the extra money, and I do need to save some Money for a new apartment. I mean maybe it won't be so bad. There doesn't have to be a "Happy Ending" if I don't want to, and work done from a legitimate doctor would be ideal.

"I will think about it hun'", I said while gathering my things, "I will let you know something when I come pick up my 'mones' next friday. They are still coming correct?"

I turned arund with my hand still on the door.

"Yes dear. Pablo. Pedro, or whatever his name is said he will be back on Thursday", she said to me over her spectacles, "By the way, cute glasses"

"Thanks! They're Balmain.", I said as I adjusted my bra and stepped out the door. If I didn't get to the bus stop I would be late for work.

I was glad I wore my vintage Alaia mini today, because it was much hotter than it was earlier this week. I stopped at Jorri Ray's to get an iced tea to-go. Everybody was pointing and staring at the armored truck across the street like a bunch of country hicks. I cannot wait to get the Hell out of here!