Elena was busy getting ready for her next night of work, that would normally involve getting into a uniform of whatever place a normal person did work. For her however it was something different. She tied on her knee-high black leather boats with 6 inch heels and more laces then what was really needed and stood up to look herself in the mirror.
She knew she was beautiful, everyone had always said that and when she was younger she always hoped she would be able to be both smart and beautiful. She dreamed of a perfect home, with a loving partner be them a man or a woman, she went both ways and a great job. None of that happened. She had run away from home at the age of 17 dropping out of high school when she ran, even before that her mother had begun to train her in the trade, they both shared now.
Elena was a lady of the night; a prostitute just like her mother had been before her. Her father was some nameless john, and she had been raised to believe her mother’s abusive pimp was her “father”
Well, her father/pimp had tried to groom her to be his private whore but she Elena had never wanted to be some ones punching bag and wanted to be her own pimp so she had left. That was almost 10 years ago and now as she is nearing 27 and once she hit the big 30 she would be much less demand. She knew she had to find a way out of this life but that was a problem for another day.
“You ready Ray?” inquired Elena as she stood by the doorway of the crappy apartment adjusting her hair a bit in the mirror. Her long dark locks were tied back into two long braids which looped up while she covered one of her eyes with extremely long bangs to one side. She had a style which got her clients and she wasn’t going to play into that. An extremely short cocktail dress which barely covered her massive breasts and was fish netted on top to show her breasts was a go to for her. It was black again to better contrast with her pay skin and was just long enough to cover her womenhood and her ass but not much more. Fish net stockings went from her boots up to mid-calf and she finished it with a pair of elbow length black silk gloves.
She smiled as she looked at the gloves, men liked them and she liked them too because whenever she did a hand job she didn’t have to touch them with her bare hands. She double checked and replied the dark lipstick to make her lips darker giving her a goth sexy goth look which brought her less clients but more higher paying ones who got their rocks off by her look. She didn't care it was just a look for her.
“I am not feeling well.” Came a voice from the second room. “I am going to try to sleep it off, can’t be sick for next week.”
“True, that big convention is coming in, we will be busy then.” stated Elena as she grabbed a small purse. “Alright, heading out.”
A few hours latter and a couple of jobs later, Elena had just walked out of a 24-hour dinner having finished her “Break”. So far, the night had gone normal enough, she had made a little more then normal but nothing out of the ordinary range. Elena walked out toward her normal grounds waiting for her next job which would happen sooner or later.
She had just left the lights of the dinner and into the dark void which was created by some broken streetlights when suddenly a chill went up her back. She had walked this route thousands of times but this was the first time something was off. She put her hand into her purse holding onto the small yet very sharp switch blade knife when suddenly she found she couldn’t move at all.
“What the fuc…” where her last words on the human plane as she disappeared in a flash of magical light in the middle of the night.