Dark Temptations (pt 2)

Trista groaned as she heard her alarm ramble on about some shooting that went down in L.A.. Just a normal day in Southern California right? She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and put her feet on the floor. The cold, hard wood floors making her shiver, she hated her job. Sleeping all day, and going out all night, a teenagers dream. However she wasn’t a teenager any more.. And she needed a new living. But for now she would suffice with her five to one hours. And that was if she was lucky, sometimes she’d have to work until four in the morning.

Trista grabbed a robe threw it around her bare shoulders and stretched, she checked her phone for any texts. She had one from Gabby, her best friend, the one who got her the job she had. She smiled lovingly at her phone as she read it. “Morning gorgeous, can’t wait to see you at work. Lots of love. Muah,” she placed her IPhone onto the IHome she had, turned the volume onto full blast and took it with her to the bathroom. She slipped out of the robe and turned the water on. She got in the shower and started getting her body nice and wet.

Her phone started playing “Pornstar Dancing,” Trista smiled and started to sing along with it. “She wraps her hands around that pole, she licks her lips and off we go, she takes it off nice and slow, cause that’s pornstar dancing.” When she was finished, she got out and toweled herself dry. She now felt nice and clean. She went back to her room and looked at herself in the full body mirror. She was not conceited, no never, but she did enjoy the body she was in. She had always been taught that she could not love others, until she loved herself. And that’s what she did.

Her breasts were full and perky, not too small, and not too big. And they never hung low; she didn’t even need the help of a bra. Her skin was gently kissed by the sun and there were no tan lines because she tanned in the nude. Her platinum blonde hair was natural, not dyed, and hung to her mid-back when straightened. Her shoulders were not too broad, but still had a good shape to them. Her belly wasn’t exactly flat, a tiny six pack showed, it wasn’t ungodly bulky, but she needed a little muscle for her job. Her hips were a little wide, and her butt was full and tight. She stood at 5’7’’ when not in heels. And her eyes were a stunning grey color.

Trista pulled on a sports bra, a shirt, and a pair of sweats. She didn’t deal with panties unless she was on her period, or at work. Otherwise, she saw them as useless pieces of clothing. She blow dried her hair, threw a curling iron into her bag, along with some other accessories, and grabbed both the duffle bag and purse. She then grabbed her phone, slipped her feet into flip flops, and took her keys off the hook. She looked around her apartment to double check nothing was array. Smiled to herself, and closed the door behind her.

She walked over to her black jeep, turned off the alarm, and got in, placing her purse into the passenger’s side. She connected her phone to her radio system, and played “Promiscuous Girl”. She loved listening to music; she especially liked listening to music rather loudly. Most of the time she didn’t have to worry about the noise law around town, because the cops always let her be on her way. Mainly because they were all her number one customers, and all of them had wives. Their secret was safe with her, and her secret was safe with them.

It was a Sunday night, so all the goody good Christians were out and about, getting some dinner, she rolled by a little family dressed in very good clothes and they looked at her with disgust just because of the music she listened to, not the husband on the woman’s side though.. Of course not, he was a regular, he winked at Trista, and she couldn’t help but laugh. Funny how the devil slithers in to the most “devoted” of hearts.

The light turned green and she continued on her way, she turned into the parking lot, and parked behind the building where the rest of “the girls,” parked. She unplugged her phone, and texted Gabby letting her now she was there. She threw her phone into the purse, which she grabbed along with the duffle bag, and turned off her car.

She walked in through the back door and the sounds of babbling females; an a few guys came rushing to her ears. But that was ok. This was home, where she would always be welcomed, no matter what.