I have never been a normal person; I have never done things the normal way, I have never lived by any of the normal rules or even met people the normal way.
My normal is crazy, and I only live by my crazy rules.
My name is Kaylee. This is my story, the story of my crazy normal world.
I am late; I am always late; I think I like the rush of being late. I am speeding like a crazy person to get to my appointment. I also like the thrill of driving too fast; I think I like everything that is a rush, everything that is too fast. I like anything that pumps the adrenaline into my veins. It is nearly as close as a mindblowing orgasm.
My therapist tells me that I have an addictive personality, and I think he just might be right.
I get to the sunbed with only seconds to spare; I have always been serious in keeping my body tanned. In fact, my hair should always be the perfect color with a slight tint of highlights, have a perfect french manicure, and a well kept Brazilian wax. I have a tight well-shaped ass, decent size perky tits, and by far f*cking awesome abs. One can say I am vain; others call me a sl*t even sometimes a whore. I say if you got it, then flaunt it.
As I strip down to only my g-string, my phone beeps, it's Mike; I have not heard from him in months. He has always had a crush on me and has persistently tried to get into my pants.
“Mike, what an awesome surprise. Where have you been?”
“You know, between whores, the bat has become suspicious.”
“Are you still married to that b*tch?”
“Disgustingly, yes. You still into that stripping gig?”
“On and off. It pays the bills.”
“You still running that tattoo parlor?”
“Yes. Do you feel like having a good party tonight?”
“Fuck yes, I am always up for a good party.”
“Rob just bought into this club. What do you say?”
“I have not seen him in years; send me the address.”
Mike and Rob are old friends; I first met them when I just started stripping and had to do table dance for them; we used to be inseparable, but then Mike got married to that bat, and Rob had to take over the family business, not the kind of business that you operate in the open, he is one of the biggest mafia bosses in the city.
An hour later, I pull into the parking lot of Mavericks. Mike meets me outside.
“Kay, it is great to see you.”
“It is awesome to see your crazy ass too. This place is amazing; where is he?”
“He does not know you are coming; stand behind his skinny ass, so he does not see you.”
Walking up to the bar, I can see Rob standing there with his back towards us; when did he get so fucking hot.
Rob turns to Mike and gives him a very displeased face. “You finally made it, were you too busy fucking one of your whores again?”
“You are a damn asshole.”
“And you are a prick.”
“I brought someone with.”
“You are not going to fuck in my bathrooms.”
“I will if I want to, but this one will not even do it if I paid her to.”
“At least one woman with brains.”
“I'd be careful; she would beat the shit out of you
“No girl is fast enough to even try and punch me.”
“Just turn your stupid ass around and take a look at her.”
As he turns around, I can see his crazy ass tattoos and perfect six-pack
“Dammit, Kay, it is great to see you.”
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