Leaning against the side of her window pain, Sally gazed out onto the street with a coffee cup in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Just standing there, the twenty four old long haired brunette watched the children play away with an old tire, rolling it around before the entrance of an apartment building across the street.

Living in suite number 22 of another building, she made ends meet as a strip dancer in some nightclub, going there almost every evening making the bulk of her income on tips from the degenerates who frequent the place. Looking down at the neighborhood, the female simply shook her head while taking a drag from the Winston, saying to herself, “ What a way to go.” As the seven and eight year olds yelled profanities at one another, Sally pulled herself away from the curtain and sat her nice jean clad ass upon the solfa. Stretching her black highheeled boots atop the livingroom table, Sally pushed her hair back for a second, finally killing the cigarette in the ashtray atop the table. Reaching for another in her T-shirt’s pocket, she fired up and inhaled. Taking the last swallow of coffee from the now almost empty cup, she placed it down on the table and reached for a magazine. Reading the time away, boredom finally took hold causing her to get up and pace around for a while. With nothing to do, she simply decided to go out and visit some bar, deliberately staying away from the place she worked at.

Walking into the bedroom, Sally reached for her waist length leather jacket hanging upon the back of the room’s door and put the sharp looking thing on, zipping it up only halfway.

Upon passing the bathroom, she stepped inside and looked at her reflection in the door’s mirror. Pleased, she held her chin up, giving herself a very conceited look of approval.

Going back to the livingroom, the dark-haired feline took up the cigarette burning away in the ashtray and went over to the door. Pulling the panel open, she stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind her. Upon locking up, Sally descended the stairs and went out, crossing the street, and strolling over to her car.

Lifting up the rusted handle, Sally opened the old dark blue Granada, placing her sexy ass behind the wheel. Turning the ignition, the engine made a groan but immediately started. Shifting to drive, the sexy and “cool” looking young lady pulled away from the curb.

Relaxed by the nicotine in her veins, Sally cruised down the street, eventually making a right turn onto the main road. Driving along, she checked out the sights against the late evening sun. Being her night off, she had the whole evening to herself.

Excited by the thought of hanging out somewhere, Sally eventually pulled her ford into the parkinglot of some old building. Getting out, she walked toward the front of the structure and entered a door. Seated on bar stools were a bunch of seedy looking characters drinking and smoking the time away, doing nothing else save bullshit amongst themselves about all kinds of crap having no purpose or function whatsoever.

Moving past the first six stools, she found an empty one and sat down. Less than ten seconds later, a sexy blond came over asking, “ Hello ma’am, what’ll it be?”

While pulling out her Winston pack from her T-shirt concealed by the leather, Sally said, “ Make it a Black Velvet with ice.”

Nodding, the young lady left and returned with the drink. Placing the money upon the bar, Sally gently pushed it forward saying, “ Here, keep the change.” Happy with her tip, the girl grabbed the cash, going over to the register afterward.

Lighting up her cigarette, Sally inhaled and then next took a swallow from the glass, downing some of the booze. While she drank away finishing almost half of the stuff, she noticed the sound of billiard balls striking one another in the background. Turning her sexy gothic head with the cigarette stuck between her lips, the young lady watched for a few moments as two bearded guys dressed in jeans and work boots played pool, each having a few bucks put down on the game.

Intrigued by the sight, she let herself stare away for a good five minutes. As Sally glued her eyes in their direction, the taller man ask, “ What are you looking at, bitch?”

Slowly getting off the stool, Sally strolled over and walked right up to him saying, “ You call that a game, you guys may as well play for nothing, why don’t you put some real money down?”

Smiling, the guy looked over to the other fellow, saying, “ Check this out, she thinks we ain’t taking this shit serious.”

Turning his eyes in her direction, the shorter and fatter one said, “ So you think you’re hot shit or something, why don’t you play one of us if you got the nerve, cunt.”

Not easily intimidated, Sally smiled and said to both of them, “ I’ll play each of you in turn, here’s four hundred that says I’ll kick your ass.” After removing the bills from her leather jacket’s pocket, she slapped the money down at the tables edge, saying, “ Well asshole, let’s see what you got, what’s wrong, don’t have enough to bet with?”

Giving her a dirty smile, the taller man slowly walked over to the shorter guy, whispering to his ear, “ Shit, Joe, I ain’t got that kind of money on me now, all I got is two fifty.”

Turning his face toward the taller individual, Joe said, “ I’ve got one hundred and seventy five, perhaps we can put something down to meet her.”

Returning his attention to Sally, the tall guy said, “ Ok, tell you what, together we can put down four hundred, but you’ll only get to play one of us.”

“ Ha, what a bunch of losers, but if that’s what you want, then that’s what I’ll do.” Going on, she ask, “ So which one of you is gonna play?”

Looking at each other, Joe finally said, “ Why don’t you play, Rick, you’re better than I am.”

Pleased with the complement, Rick answered, “ All right, I’ll do the honor of taking that whore’s money.”

Both Sally and Rick moved closer to the table, chalking up their pool sticks.