by Tara Ellis
The Girl felt like she was all done with the world. It had nothing more to offer her and she had nothing more to offer it. She picked up her garbage bags full of stuff and headed out the hotel straight for a taxi. She shut the car door and the driver asked her where she would like to go. She had no idea where. She didn’t know how to answer him and that’s when her pocket buzzed. She said “hold on” as she placed her phone to her ear.
“Hello?”
“Hello, am I speaking with Selena Santana,” asked the voice.
“Yes.”
“Hey... This is Britney Moore. We only met once before and um… I would like to offer you a job opportunity.”
The conversation went just like that. She was stunned. Her eyes popped, her jaw dropped and her heart stopped. Andre had worked out some sort of miracle. The girl thought he must have truly gone above and beyond for her.
She accepted the offer in a whisper; she couldn’t move her lips the way she wanted to. Britney received her answer nonetheless.
“I don’t know where you are, but this train is leaving in twenty minutes sweetie.”
“I’m on my way,” said The Girl. She hung up her phone. “To the train station sir. I don’t have lots of time, I’ll pay you extra if you hurry.”
The driver looked back with red dreary eyes as if he had been smoking a cigar prior. “That sounds pretty good to me.”
There was a knock on Britney’s train cabin door. She answered; in front of her was The Girl she wanted to see. As The Girl was greeted in Britney noticed something was off about her. Britney considered herself to be real good at remembering faces. This person in front of her was somebody new. It was almost a scene ripped out of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. They each took a seat down at a table; Britney then pulled a few papers out. “I’m not sure if you have a background in performing but I have a position available in clowning.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I’m curious do you have any experience acting or performing at all.”
The Girl knew she wasn’t good at lying on the spot, so she decided to try the truth. “None.”
“Don’t worry. It won’t be that bad. You’ll be more like a sideshow attraction.”
The term sideshow didn’t appease to The Girl.
“Basically you’ll be entertaining the costumers before they take their seats. Like when they’re in line for tickets, or at the concession stand or just roaming about through the buildings. You will be in costume making people laugh, doing tricks and handing out balloons.”
“Sounds good.”
“What I have found out about this job Selena. That it’s not for everyone.” She then leaned in closer to her. “How do I know that you are going to stay motivated?” She looked at her waiting for an answer.
“I want to stay fed,” The Girl said. “I want to stay warm. I will do whatever it takes to support myself.”
For a reply Britney bit her lip. She handed The Girl her papers to sign. Then the train woke up from its slumber, and started to move on the tracks.
Britney began to tap her fingernails on the table, an old nervous habit. “I admire you Selena,” said Britney. “There is lots of strength in you.”
The girl went still trying to figure out where she was going with this.
“You must of come from a long line of fiery women… I’m not hiring you out of pity; my pity doesn’t go very far for anyone… But I’m hiring you out of respect.” Britney saw The Girl’s swollen knuckles. “From what Andre told me, I’m glad to know you drew blood out of him.” She couldn’t know how much Andre told her, but she nodded her head along anyway.
“Why does it make you glad,” asked The Girl.
“Timsley has been around since the start of this brand. Do you honestly think you’re the first girl her tried for.” The look in Britney’s eyes gave the answer to that.
“Did you report him?”
Britney breathed in deep and let out her reply with a sigh. “Of course,” she said.
“What happened,” asked The Girl.
“You mean what he did to me, or do you mean what happened after I reported him?” She didn’t even give her the time to reply, she just went anyway. “I think you got off luckier than me… Try waking up after a hard night of partying, naked in sheets wet from old sweat, in a room that reeks of body odor, with your genitals throbbing in pain. And discover Timsley sleeping right next to you… This happened fourteen years ago, when I first entered in ECDF as a dancer.”
The train blew its whistle and started to pick up its pace.
“I’ll be honest at first I didn’t know what to do. As a young woman struggling to break into entertainment… I guess I was more willing to… get myself into dangerous situations… I have no memory leading up to that night.” Her right hand nervously twisted the thumb of her left. “But I knew he was a total predator a few years later when the circus was in Brazil. This was in the late nineties. Artemis was paid a pretty penny by some banking tycoon to perform in an art festival. The cast and crew were all set up in a beautiful resort with a great view of the beach. We were all supposed to be there for three days. First day to set up shop. Second day to perform. And the third day we would leave.” Britney then leaned in closer to The Girl. She just came out with what she wanted to say. “On the last day, I saw Timsley fuck a child.” Even Britney surprised herself on her blatancy.
“I was on a market strip picking out some exotic fruit when, all of a sudden, I see Timsley walking hand in hand with a little girl. A little girl that wasn’t with our group, she looked like a native of the area. It was like she was leading him. I was curious to see what this man was up to, so I followed them.”
“One of the funny things about Rio is one minute you can be walking in the tourist areas and the other minute you can be walking through the slums. This little girl guided him to a crummy back alley way. It was desolate of course because no logical person would be there. When they stopped the little girl looked around and so did Timsley. They didn’t see me.”
At that moment Britney drew back a little, took a few long breaths and her eyes then wondered about in her room. She leaned in closer to The Girl saying “The little girl, she was probably around nine or ten years old, she went on her knees, unzipped Timsley pants and put his cock in her mouth… As soon as I saw that I walked away.
“I’m just trying to make you realize that I understand what happened to you, what you’re going through. He got me, he got that little girl in Rio, he’s gotten other women I believe for sure, but he didn’t get you. So when I say I admire you… please don’t take it lightly.”
That’s when Britney’s eyes focused on The Girl’s.
“I can even see it in your eyes, and that look on your face tells me you kicked his ass.”
A few minutes later The Girl was set up with her very own cabin room. She didn’t have any expectations walking to it. She was just glad Britney told her she’ll have a room all to herself. And it was a fine room decorated with the finer things. She had her own flat screen HDTV. There was a memory foam mattress that had a cherry oak bed post. She no longer had to share a bathroom. Her favorite part though that topped everything in the room was a mini refrigerator filled with treat after yummy treat.
The first thing she did was taken off the clothes and cooked herself in a long steaming shower. After a moment she sat down on the tile floor letting the boiling drops hit her skin. When an hour had passed she turned off the water without bothering the soap or shampoo, and walked about her new room soaking wet.
She saw on her cell that Freddy had left a couple of text messages telling her “good morning”, asking “where are you” and “I hope to god you made it to the train on time.”
She dialed his number, he answered and they chatted for three hours straight talking about anything and ev
erything, except for what happened last night. After that was over she decided to take an afternoon nap. She found her bed to be unbelievable comfortable. “I could die here right now relaxed and won’t even care,” she thought. The Girl didn’t even get out of that bed until six hours later.
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