teetheyes | (no subject)

[Voice Post: A smokey contralto.]

I’ll tell you one thing, it ain’t easy being a working girl. I’ve been around the block more than you can fucking imagine making ends meet. Don’t get me wrong, the boy treats me like a queen and if he can’t fix it (rarely), he takes me to the shop for a tune up. But these streets ain’t kindly, not even to a lady. My tread’s wearing thinner and thinner each day.

Some Virginia Slims would help, better than a pack of Mild Seven or Silk Cut anytime. Sure the blonde one’s got good taste in women, I just can’t say the same for his taste in cigarettes. The smoke’d make the time go by faster. I’ve seen a lot of things, you know, a lot of things, good and bad. We go from the sunshine of the topside to the visceral underbelly of the shadows, but I don’t kiss and tell. Just believe me when I say those two have more sides than a fucking Nighthawk. I trust them, that doesn’t mean you should too.

I know what you’re thinking, why the hell should you care what Delilah has to say? Do as she’s told, that’s what she’s built for, no more no less. You can spout that to me till you’re damned blue in the face. Here’s why you should listen, and it’s the most important part of it all: I’m the only girl Cori’s ever ridden, and he keeps coming back for more.

Beat that, honey.