Moonlight Blues

Moonlight. Spotlight. Sasha looked up at it. Dimpled grey marble in the sky.

Sasha. Her elegant face. Gentle features. Long black shoulder length hair. Almond eyes. Latte skin. Blue hue in the light. The night coloured by the angels above.

I feel so alone… It’s not fair… Everyone wants you… But not you…

She stood on the balcony of a luxury hotel. She wore a black lace lingerie. Her latte skin, smooth and soft. Her soft 36DD breasts – tight cleavage. She looked back at her customer. An older business man. He had paid $5000 for the whole night. He thrust into her for five minutes. Came. Then immediately fell asleep. Easy money. A condom tied and tossed.

She liked the cool breeze on her skin. She didn’t believe in God. But it was at times like when she entertained his presence. Asshole…

Her family had abandoned her. She wasn’t a good Muslim. Her deen, ruined. No matter. But she was starting to tire of this profession. It was lonely.

Moonlight. She walked inside. Put on her clothes. A high-waisted maxi skirt. A black blouse with a mandarin collar and bronze clasp. She left the hotel suite.

It wasn’t even about Alice anymore. Moorfield was being executed. She changed her name, her details, her life. So far she had been safe. Didn’t leave the country like Nadia and Katherine. She could have gone too.

No. She declined. She stayed. Revenge was on the agenda. The Volkov weren’t the only ones who could kill.