OLWG #222- Missing the Rush

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. I had a lot of fun writing them, and you know what I always say, “Practice makes perfect.”

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

“It’s about time you showed up. Get changed and get your ass back out here.” Rocket yelled as Amber slipped through the front door heading for the dressing room. Lacy was sitting on the couch wearing her costume, hot pants and nothing else.

“Evening, Lacy,” Amber greeted her.

Lacy rolled her eyes, “Rocket’s on the warpath tonight. She’s been askin’ where you are.”

“Yeah,” Amber said as she spun the old Master lock that secured her cubby (R6, L36, R16). She opened the door, pulled out and on, the copper lamé Daisy Dukes that made up her costume. “I saw her when I came in.” She tossed her “38 Special” tee shirt and jeans in her locker, on top of her purse and hurried out to the bar.

“Sorry, Rocket.”

She picked up a round tray filled with drinks that rested at the serving station, “Where do these go?”

Rocket gathered her long red hair into a ponytail and dropped it behind her back, “Table 6.”

Amber headed off and started her shift. Ferrying drinks for the punters who were watching the girls on stage. It was a night like any other night.

Well, it was like any other night until about 10:00 PM. That was when a group of salesmen took a table next to the stage where Fiesta was just beginning to flash quick glimpses of her breasts.

Amber sashayed over to the group of salesmen to take drink orders and noticed a set of keys lying on the small round table. She couldn’t help herself. Leaning over the table to provide a distraction she palmed the keys then took the orders to the bar.

“I gotta go to the ladies room,” she told Rocket, “I’ll be right back for these.”

Rocket nodded and Amber spun back towards the dressing room where she studied the keys. A small, diminutive silver coloured key was branded “Italy.” Her eyes got wide with excitement. That key might be for an Alpha Romero, she thought. Alphas were a lot of fun to drive, as long as they had a standard transmission. There was no one else in the dressing room, so she hurried over and opened her locker. For the sake of her own self-worth, she’d had to swipe that man’s keys. She changed back into her street clothes and pocketed the short chain and keys that used to belong to the gentleman by the stage.

She caught Rocket’s attention, “I need to take the rest of the night off,” she told her boss. “These cramps are killing me,” she pushed her hand to her side and grimaced.

Rocket shook her head in exasperation, “be here on time tomorrow.”

Amber nodded in affirmation.

In the lot, she looked around for an Italian motor. Right out front, she saw, under the amber glow of the sodium light, a 1973 Ferrari Dino 246GTS, gunmetal grey. She smiled, fingered the silver key in her pocket, and unlocked the driver’s side door. It had been years since she had stolen a car. She missed the rush.

This week’s prompts are:

  1. ungrateful
  2. another Mr Jones
  3. the colour of Kambaba Jasper

You can start writing whenever you want, just write, get the words down – and have fun!

6 thoughts on “OLWG #222- Missing the Rush

  1. Not sure what you’ve changed. But I had to copy and paste in order to read…
    Black ink on a black background isn’t easy to read…
    I’ll be working on the prompts first…

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