To Cana new night job

As Cana and David had raced through the streets on his BMW her arms holding on to him for dear life. “David where are we going?” Cana asked through her bluetooth as her tight top short short clung to her body but still remained hidden under a purple helmet and skintight jacket and tracksuit.

“Relax Cana, just let the adrenaline of the speed give you a massage”. As they swung round they stopped at a bank of all places and Cana learnt David was sicker than she imagined as they opened a private business account under the text of a private account ‘nest egg’.

as they arrived at their final destination, in the more shady place of town.

Seeing the big neon lights she saw the name Sirens. Originally a brothel that she loathed to admit she had once worked here in order to make her way through ‘teacher college’ now it just served as a bad memory as entered she found that most of the stuff looked the same including the old bar man.