Friday, 20 January 2017
Flash Fiction Friday: Money can't buy happiness
Money can't buy happiness
Standing with her back to the crowd, in just her leather basque, tiny g-string, stockings, suspenders and leather boots, Isabelle could hear the screaming, whistling and catcalls from behind her, demanding she removed the rest of her clothes. With tears forming in her eyes she half turned her head, towards the crowd, before thinking better of it and storming off the stage.
As soon as she was safely out of sight the tears began to flow freely. She no longer cared how much money she could make taking her clothes off, all she knew was that she'd sooner be broke than leered at any longer.