Showgirl
24th November 2006

Well this is a story about a girl. Her name was lolla. She was a show
girl. Although she hated this job, the money was good and she could earn 5
times the amount of any office girl could earn. She was very popular among
the customer and she was demanded in almost every show.
Now what really happened, or let me say why she was forced into trade is
because she had just finished her collage and learned that her dads family
business was failing and there was a lot to pay back to the creditors.
After closing the business, her dad paid the client. But it was not
enough. And there was a pile of creditors knocking on their door. Even
their close one didn’t even bother to say hi. And sooner her dad health
worsened and was hospitalized. He was so weak that he couldn’t even talk.
With this problem, she had to do something. Although she was a bright
student, she lacked a degree and worse still, no working experience. So
she decided to apply for a strip club performer.
Its been 2 years now and she has almost paid most of the creditors. Now
all she had to do is to work 6 more month and she could get a proper job
or apply for a scholarship. Her Dad condition was also improving.
It was Friday and she was performing her usual show when she saw a
familiar face in a corner. All the customer was cheering her and blowing
whistle at her. But this was a different scene. As she tried to think who
this person could be, but it didn’t appear.
After the show, while she was changing in her room, there was a knock on
her door. A very familiar voice which she had heard before. She asked him
to enter. As he entered, in he looked very familiar, in the same time
looked very mature. She tried to recall who this person was. While she was
recalling, He said “Hi, names David. Remember.” In a swift moment every
thing flashed into her mind. David a playful classmate of her who never
was involved in school work, but had secretly had a crush in her. Had
heard rumors from other student, but she was not interested in such kind
of relationship. But he was here so mature, and good looking. She almost
had fell for it. “I am David, remember me. We were from the same class.”