Bust Out

Disclaimer: I found this photo on the internet. What follows is a creative interpretation and in no way reflects the actual person.


Bust Out
She stomped across the asphalt and ignored the sun burns rising from the tar. Drips of sweat soked her bra and slipped down the soft underside of her arms. Her make up was melting.
'God Fuckem." Three blocks of shadowless alley in broad day light in the middle of the summer, all for a silly disposable camera photoshoot.

Her bra was riding low, drawing a perfect bulls eye for curious eyes.
The times she usually wore this getup were Dusks and a Kort of Vodkuh saturated her throat and pallette. She required a certain amount of liquid courgae stupid to go out in public at night dressed in highlighter yellow tutus and stockings. Once saturated she'd feel the stir in her shins and the hum behind her ears, and she'd melt into the body knotted dance floor.

However, this was an alleyway dissecting five lanes of traffic, not a throbbing rave. Ahead, she saw Dawn waiting, shifting from hip to hip and wiping the sweat form her mustache and frown lines. Passing through the honka nd horn traffic, she stole the water bottle from Dawns purse and growled "We gone, or what?"

"Calm it, right? Just a few pics is all. Jeezus loves you, girl."

"I fuckin left Damo upstairs with the dog and sure as fuck ain't gonna get him food and shit."

"whatever, just pose and go home."

The quick snap of the crap camera did littleto distract 'Manda from 'HAAAAAAY GIIIRRRRLLL' whizzing past in the traffic. Dawn whinnied for 'Manda to move over, relax, act natural and for fucks sake stop frowning. Gawd, you're such a tight ass 'Manda.

"Hurry up." She muttered. There were a few people in the park, one woman was close by dressed in beige slacks walking her lovely Foofoo, or Fluffy, or Precious. Them DNA Bundles rich people like to call dogs. Fuzzy Rats, mom calls them. She looked like Mom, though. Well, MomPreDivorce.

Still, 'Manda muffled her FuckShitPiss tongue as the woman swept by.

"Just pose."

Fed up, She rocked onto her tippy toes and put on her best shit eating grin to please the camera.

"You better not facebook that. For reals."

Dawn merely smirked.