Girl of the Moment \\ Oli Sykes ||Oneshot||

"Two short stacks for GOD's 'girls'." Called the waitress through the order window with her thick country ascent . She gave the two "girls" a wink before sauntering over to another table.
"I'm thinking of gettin' out soon." The man dressed in full drag stated as he smoothed the creases of his latex skirt. "I'm in love."
"Really?" The rail thin girl next to him said before placing her smoldering cig back into her thin chapped lips. "Not something our kind is suppose to do. The guy from Baltimore?"
"Yup. The first trick I've fall for, pretty big for bein' a lot lizard for almost a decade now." He smile tossing the hot pink feather boa over his shoulders so that it cover his Adam's apple. "He's goin' come for me on his way back south. Promise you'll come visit me Candy?" He pouted lacing his manicured fingers upon hers.
"Absolutely." She smiled a toothy grin before directing her attention towards the pancake stack placed before her.
Both of the "girls" finish their breakfast, free of charge of course, before making their way to the truck stop's bathroom to gussy up before their next shift.
"I'm going to miss free meals." He sighed primping his strawberry blond curled wig.
"Of course, Cherry, GOD has been real good to us." Candy said adjusting her own flame red bob and applied smoky eye shadow the way Cherry showed her to hide the dark circles that were prominent under her porcelain skin.
"But for now, we have to go back to work." Cherry said linking arms with her, both strutting towards their usual spot.
I want something else to get me through this life
Within a few minutes, a new costumer had pulled up with his big rig. He walked straight over towards them; Candy standing out from the line up, was his pick. They walked hand in hand as he escorted her in to his cab.
"Two hundred fifty for thirty minutes." She stated, pulling the cab's door until only a sliver of light filled the dark musty cab.
"Two-fifty? That's awfully expense for one of you 'girls'."
"That's because I am the only girl with the right equipment. We got a deal or what?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"Sure girly, but this better be good." He grunted yanking at his gaudy buckle.
A long thirty minutes later, she finished her job, wiping the moister of a satisfied customer off her mouth. The trucker handed her two crumpled hundreds and a couple of extra tens. "Better than I thought." He muttered as she slipped the money into her thigh-highs and propped herself back into an upright position.
"Anytime you're in this area, ask for Candy." She smiled with a seductive wink. She was moving towards the streak of dim light, when a loud clank echoed and a slicing pain went through her crown. The collision with the paneled lining came soon after. She flopped to her side to see the man holding a crowbar in his left had, the tip glistened with her blood. A smirk formed on his face as he slammed the door shut. He straddled her, forcing her already short skirt up past her thighs. It was obvious what he was wanting to do, but there was no way she was let it happen.
In a swift move, she grabbed the crowbar and swung it, but failed to come in contact with anything. As he coward back she took the opportunity to flee. She didn't stop until she was sure he couldn't see her. Her eyes followed as he made his way into the diner.
Big mistake.
Around this time was when GOD made his rounds and once he was in her sight, she darted towards him.
"What happened to you?" He asked with concern pushing the hair that fused to her face with crimson paste.
"A trucker tried to rape me. He's in the dinner, the one with the blue Dayton hat." She rushed feeling light-headed.
"Humph," He grunted, a distained look was plastered on his face. "Don't worry about it, G's got ya covered. Take the rest of the evening off." He said patting her shoulders before heading towards the diner.
She knew the trucker wouldn't bother any longer.
She ran trying to escape the soon to be gruesome scene when Vertigo came crashing in. She stabled herself on the curb, breathing deeply.
"Are you okay?" An almost recognizable voice asked. Candy looked up, through her blurred vision, to an all too familiar face. "Uri?"
And I wish I could get back there some place back there
"Oli?" She questioned back. He didn't reply, instead offered his hand. She didn't decline. He led her towards a tour bus and showed her in, placing her in a seat. Disappeared for a few moments, he reemerged with a first aid kit in hand.
"Do you need to go to the hospital?" His words slightly muffled behind the metal box.
"No." She staggered, avoiding his questioning eyes that shifted to hers.
"Are you going to tell me what happened or a you still giving me the silent treatment after all these years?" He asked cocking his eyebrows as he applied a clear liquid onto a cotton ball and cleaned the cut.
"Long story short, I almost got raped." She muttered pulling off the short red bob letting her natural brown curls free.
"Fuck. Uri you need to go to the police. Did he touch you?" He questioned bandaging her injury.
"Yes, but it start conceptually."
"I don't understand."
She sighed. "Can't you see what I am? Look at the way I'm dressed! Can you not put two and two together?"
"Of course, it's four." He smirked only making her angrier.
"I'm glad you find it funny." She snapped.
"Look," He slid gently next to her. "I'm trying to get you back to the same girl I knew from high school. The happy one."
"That emotion died awhile ago. When my grandmother passed away and the mortgage couldn't be paid. Tell me, Oli, how many cheerful hookers do you know, and you better not say Julia Roberts."
"None, I guess. If you're not happy, Uri, then why keep doing it? Does it give you some kind of high?"
"No, it's solely for the money. Look, thanks for everything, but I need to get some sleep. " She stood and walked out the door. Fast footsteps trailed behind her and soon he was by her side again.
"You need to get out of this lifestyle and start the new one. I don't want you to live like this. Promise me?" He smiled, handing her an envelope and ran back to the bus.

She's got her jaws just locked now in smile but nothing is all right More in Results
Slow opening the package, there inside was about two thousand dollars, a love letter she wrote to him in high school, and a number. She slid the money in her boots and moved towards the dumpster, placing the rest inside.
She had no need for his number, or the past. She didn't want to go back to what she does, but at the end of the day the red wig goes on, the black boots go up, and the mask of make up is slathered back on. She would be in line in the same spot at the same time. She knows nothing else.
She was nothing.