Tasha Blackwell
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2019
- Messages
- 285
- Reaction score
- 45
“He is really taken with you.”
Tasha said nothing for a moment, sitting in front of a mirror as she adjusted her hair. The woman that spoke was leaning against the doorway, envy clear as day in her eyes. Tasha knew better - He wasn’t taken with her. He simply saw useful people and when to use them. She didn’t mind, as long as it served her own needs. It was a mutual exchange - he paid her, and she did whatever he needed. It was just the sort of business relationship she liked. There was no complication, no drama and nothing owed that wasn’t expected. However, Selene didn’t need to know all that.
And so Tasha simply smiled at the woman, “Mmm yes, he certainly knows how to make a lady feel taken care of,” She didn’t have to look over to know that Selene’s jaw tightened and she felt a streak of jealousy burning in her. Tasha simply sprayed perfume on herself, grabbing a set of jewelry that had been sent to accompany her dress. She put the earrings on, diamonds studding the length of them. The necklace was dotted with diamonds as well, and it was the most expensive she had ever felt.
Selene simply eyed all this, now joined with a few other women that clogged up the doorway. They began to gossip and marvel about the jewelry and the fancy treatment Tasha was getting. There was a definite sense of negativity, as this was added on top of Tasha already stealing the show at the Lusty Lekku. Now she was getting a man spending money on her while the other girls were left by the wayside and having to stick to their usual jobs. Unlike Tasha, most of them didn’t do this by choice.
“Don’t get it. We can shake our ass just the same as her-”
“-Probably just the blue-”
“I’m a kriffing twi’lek! I’m way hotter than her!”
Tasha overheard snippets of conversation, causing her to smile as she finished getting ready and slipped on her tall heels. She rose to stand, gazing at herself in the mirror and turning around to ensure the dress hugged her body just right. She could see Selene glaring from the distance.
“Cover for me, Selene,” Tasha said airily as she turned to look at the woman. The girl’s face was practically red from anger, “You don’t want Cait to find out you’re causing me to disappoint one of our highest paying customers, do you?”
Selene said nothing, turning and shoving her way past the other ladies to make her way back to the bar. Tasha smiled and looked back at herself again, pleased at how refined and elegant she looked.
As if on cue, one of the bouncers came by and notified her that there was a speeder waiting for her. Tasha ignored the sour looks as she walked past the women, making her way outside. Her eyebrows raised as she spotted the luxury speeder, spotting a driver that was dressed to the nines. Tasha shook her head, inwardly in awe at all this. Whatever Mr. Grey needed done must have been exceptionally important, and she had to remind herself she couldn’t kriff this up.
She slipped into the speeder, marveling at the ornate interior. There were glasses and bottles of liquor lining the sides, the driver offering her polite introductions and revving up the engines. The further the speeder got away from her working place, the further it was from her mind. She had to assume the role of a wealthy and upstanding woman, and she would do just that.