The Door

Flat broke that is what she was. The greyish door stared at her. The door dared her to enter; a place no missionary daughter would be; not even in a nightmare.

Her money problems were a nightmare. A nightmare that never ended, with her deadbeat boyfriend, to boot. He was more interested in smoking pot than seeking employment.

The door eyed her with a sense of mystery. So, did the men who walked swiftly by her. She blushed with embarrassment.

Her breath was caught up in her throat. Smoke stuck in a chimney. She was panicked.

Her feet were burning to run as if she stepped on fire ants on her parent's property.

She grabbed the knob she imagined vines wrapping around her wrist. She could not turn back now. She was trapped at least mentally.

She nearly tiptoed inside for a peek at what her father would call Satan's Underground. Sweat curled around her fingernails for dear life.

Suddenly, the door of escape seemed four oceans away. However, as her thoughts swam, she saw eyes. A pair of sea green vixen eyes were full of brazen sultry adventure.

The foxy girl had a millionaires smile but her eyes were solid ice and glossed over due to having so many notorious drinks.

The money called her name like the apple that summoned Eve, like the door it was calling her in gentle soft tones.

Lap dancers were going on in the corner. The men were transfixed like little boys looking through a kalaidescope tube. They watched the colors fall and flesh arise in a methodical rhythm.

A purple G string was filled with a 20 dollar bill. The girl flashed a row of pearlescent teeth. However, the piper needed payment. The eyes of steel never smiled.

"Interested, in a job?" A man's voice asked staring at her as he sized her up to the nearly nude girls on either side of her.

The door mocked her, asking her what she was doing in this place if not for wanting a job.

She screamed curiosity. Without thinking she jolted through the door. Yes, she was broke but she silenced the door, her beauty was priceless.