Five. December 22nd

I'm done, I've had it, I'm finished with making less than nothing for my babies. I'm done with those god-awful human beings, I'm done with that scum of the Earth, Shaniqua. Trixie Jean thought as she left Casa D's for the last time. Shaniqua had done it for the last time and she was sick of it, she spilled an entire plate of food on Trixie Jean

"Whoops!" She gasped in a fake tone
Trixie Jean glared dead into Shaniqua's eyes, "Bless your heart". She said through clenched teeth. Ain't nothing worse than blessin somebodies heart.

That was Trixie Jeans last day at Casa D's and her first night working at Isabelle's.

Later than night Trixie Jean stared blankly at herself as she spread on lipstick and rouge. She looked down at her body. Her boobs: covered in glitter and sparkles, her ass: covered in tassels like some kind of costume. It wasn't a costume, it was her new uniform. She looked like some sort of trailer trash, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.

"You alright baby? I know the first night can be hard" A lady called Lollipop whispered in Trixie Jeans ear. 

"Uh....I think I'm alright -Wait....I can't do this" Trixie Jean turned to make a dash for it but Lollipop stopped her.

"Here baby, this should help" Lollipop slipped a few pink pills with smiley faces on them into Trixie Jeans hand. Trixie Jean took them without hesitation. I reckon this is my life now, poppin pills and shaking my tits like I ain't never been to church.

Trixie Jeans eyes widened. The beats of the music all of a sudden became louder, she walked out onto the stage with only a pole in the middle of it.

The faces blurred together. The beats pulsated through every inch of Trixie Jeans body. Trixie Jean felt like her eyes were coming out of her head. She was hot, so hot. She felt like her skin was melting off of her. The faces in the audience became snakes, wielding apples at her like she was Eve. She took all the apples, she had to grab them. Suddenly the ground was disappearing, she felt like she was in quick sand and she couldn't get out. Her throat felt tight. She couldn't breathe, the air felt like honey. Thick and suffocating. She looked up and saw the lights: red, purple, pink, blue, all blending together. And then...darkness.

Trixie Jean woke up, she saw the machines hooked up to her.

"What the fuck...." She muttered.

"Ohhhh! Looks like psychos up!" She heard Janie's voice.

"Where are the babies, what happened" Trixie Jean whispered gaining more strength.

"Babies are fine, over at the orphanage with the nuns. Trixie Jean I should be asking you the same thing!  Last night, at Isabelle's! You were fine then all of a sudden you were dripping wet with sweat and grabbing at those dollar bills like you ain't ever seen a penny. Then you took off your hooker bra and tried to strangle yourself with the straps!" Trixie Jean reached for her throat, it burned. "Then we dragged you off the stage and cut the straps, and you just started vomitin all over the place, swear to God turned white as snow, thats when we took you to the hospital. You almost died Trixie Jean, what the fuck were you thinkin? Tryin pills like that without me" Janie let out a laugh.

"I don't remember that at all, all I remember is that lady giving me those pills-" 

"OH, You mean that ecstasy!"

"I guess..." Trixie Jean blushed in embarrassment "So I guess I'm fired?"

"HAH! You wish baby, no the crowd loved it. All that strangling kinky shit, they eat it up like a moth to a flame. You made almost $250 before you passed out! We gotta keep up with all this shit, get you some more of them pills, get you some whips or somethin...."

Trixie Jean sighed, What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

Four

It was a cold Thursday morning, unusually cold, and real rainy. One of them sleep in your bed all days, but Trixie Jean hadn't got no time to spend in bed. There had been some thunderstorms in the past week but it wasn't really on Trixie Jeans mind. What was on her mind was Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea had come down with the sickness. Sweet Pea didn't have no kind of flu vaccination, why should she? She was just a baby after all. They got the real strong immunity systems. But Trixie Jean just couldn't get her poor baby off her mind even when she was workin' at Casa D's. A lady came in, Violet was her name. Violet was one of them girls who looks real spoiled, dresses like some sort of model in the Macy's ads, but she looks sad.
"You need some coffee sweetie?" Trixie Jean was only a few years older than Violet but that few years felt like centuries to her, in that few years Trixie Jean had been through 4 jobs, had two babies, worked infinite hours, and spent countless nights awake with her babies fussin'.
"Yes...yes. please. now." Violet pulled off her big movie star glasses to reveal red-stained eyes and bags that Trixie Jean knew from having two youngins. But Violets bags under her eyes were from a different kind of staying up all night, Violet was hungover as anything. Trixie Jean giggled to herself, the days of going out with the girls, spendin all kinds of time drinking and kissing boys. Trixie Jean missed those days sometimes: where her biggest care in the world was where she was going that night, but now Trixie Jean had responsibility, Trixie Jean had babies. Violet seemed like she could either be really sweet or just be a plain bitch. Trixie Jean wasn't really sure...she didn't have time to be sure, she had customers to attend to and babies to worry about.