Post by Candy Cola on Sept 25, 2015 1:20:42 GMT -5
Candy arrogantly placed one foot in front of the other with a bounce that touted girlish fun or a minx in the sheets. No matter how you saw her, Candy would play the part for anyone who had some casino chips they could leave on the nightstand. See, the thing is, Candy Cola was a call girl and not some normal hustling girl in Las Vegas who broke their nails or sat at home waiting for Prince Charming. There was a difference! This girl, Miss Candy Cola, had ambition. With stars in her eyes, Candy saw America as the land of opportunity.. which she exploited to the fullest! What’s a girl to do?
Being a call girl, and one with the bar set high, meant Candy met the most interesting people and had the most fun out of any of these bitches in Las Vegas.. nothing against those girls. Couldn’t fault the other working girls and boys but they didn’t approach the biz like Candy did. You see, this was an economic oasis she was living in with lots of drunken gamblers and big fishes wanting something to quench their sweet tooth. Why not some Candy?
But what’s a kitten to do without a permanent home? Candy wasn’t a stray, that part was obvious. I mean, look at these gorgeous rags. It just so happens that this barfly’s old casino went tumbling to the ground to make way for a new one. Candy could jump around but it was so much better to have a place to soak her feet and meet the regulars. Girls like here were important to the casino system! She’d just have to strike a deal with a new casino owner and see if she’d be allowed to stalk the bar or be a dessert item on the room service menu if she gave the casino say.. twenty percent. She was a call girl… made to order. Candy was on the list of some top notch hotels but casinos were the tops!
Candy had been so sweet to everyone she met, flirting with the girls and boys so subtly that they thought Candy was the most interesting person. Doors opened and Candy walked in. One particular door was the office to High Noon casino owner Colt Jackson. Yahtzee!
Smelling like vanilla, her eyes painted like a cat, Candy was hot on the scent of a good business venture. With a light giggle to Mr. Jackson’s secretary as she introduced Candy, the brunette took her best pageant pose and extended her hand to Colt Jackson across his desk, “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. President.” Candy said in good humor, mimicking everyone’s favorite buxom blonde.
