Legend of Layla Snippet...

I keep a pretty simple rule on writing. I only write it if its fun to write and interesting to read

 

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Years had passed since the final, angry spat with her mother. Since then, Layla walked the street right up until tonight.

 

 
Tonight she walked… slow with a purposeful placing of her feet in an overlapping pattern so that her hips swung wide with every step. She didn’t walk to escape but instead walked to entice… A smile rested on Layla’s face as Father Silk had given her one of the most coveted positions for a Friday night…

 

 
Lure…

 

 
Layla dressed to kill (or screw) and piled on the makeup so that her face shone as beautiful and realistic as that of a clown with a bright-red smile meant to be seen from a mile away. Her leopard print skirt barely covered her thighs and its skin-tight fit left little to the imagination. Layla’s strappy blouse more enhanced than concealed the view of her breasts. Tall leather boots completed the outfit. Due to the semi-public nature of ‘Lure,’ Layla left her narcotics and weapons filled purse back home taking only her lock-back knife and a handful of dollars tucked away in her boots. She felt naked without her purse, but that didn’t matter. The job Layla held for the night was the easiest job in the world…

 

 
…make men horny…

 

 
Like shooting fish in a barrel.

 

 
Layla strolled down Broad Ripple Avenue along the lighted marquees of the crowded bars making sure to sashay slowly. She strolled past the Wild Beaver Salon and made a gradual turn right down Carrolton alongside the Alley Cat Lounge and The Egyptian Café and Hookah Bar. Her smile faded lightly as she looked inside at the people smoking hookah.

 

 
She thought about the times she used to smoke…