The Girl From The Other Side Of The Tracks

She came to work as a temp. I felt something. As the days past I felt it stronger. I watched her, I couldn't decide. Then one day I heard her tell the other person on the phone she would be there to pick her up. Ever nosy I asked who that was, it's my girlfriend she said. She was a stripper at a club and she was being picked up around 2:30 am.

My feelings were right. The more I found out, her girlfriend got the job because that's where sister worked. Who is this girlfriend. Why was her sister working as a stripper. I had to find out. I was now not just interested in her, it was more than that. I needed to know who this girlfriend was. The more I found out, the more worried I got. Strippers hang out with unsavory people. I had opened Pandora's box.

The sister was turning tricks, the girlfriend was entertaining along with other girls at sex parties. Was she innocent? I have a friend who works for the school district. Both the sister and her girlfriend had dropped out. She graduated on time.

I followed her on social media. Found where she lived, not affordable on part time. A man was involved. That's who kissed her, and he came and went as he pleased. Asking around she was his guest in the house. It became clear she was under his influence. Day and night. The girlfriend showed up. The man who lived there owned the club, and others, where the sister danced.

She left after the temp work dried up. I follow her on social media. She's interviewing talent for the clubs. My interest in her is academic, clinical. A girl from the barrio, the other side of the tracks. She's working in the club now. I've been there under cover, the sister table dances, do does the girlfriend. She works for the boss. I guess that he doesn't want her on the floor.

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