Vanessa Epilogue: Chapter 1

Meanwhile, in the trailer park on the other side of town, Vanessa was coming home after another exhausting shift at the strip club.

She fumbled with her house key as she kept her coat closed tightly about her. It was a chilly night, especially given what she was wearing.

As she finally slipped her key into the lock, the door clicked open. Standing on the other side was her redheaded room mate.

"Yer late," the girl said with a smile.

"Long shift," Vanessa mumbled as she slipped inside.

Vanessa had had her own trailer... for about a week. Despite her stripper friend's assurances about the money she could make, the former rich girl had struggled to make ends meet, and before long, the two perpetually poor girls had moved in together - strictly for financial reasons, of course.

"There's still some leftover pizza on the counter, if you want some," the girl told Vanessa.

"Thanks," the tired ex-debutante said with a sigh as she plopped down at their kitchen table.

"Here you go," the redhead said, smiling as she handed Vanessa the half-empty pizza box.

Vanessa looked up at her and smiled back.

It was hard to believe the woman standing in front of her was the same girl who had been stripping just the night before.

On stage, her roommate went by the name 'Cinnamon' and was the very pinnacle of slutty and sexy. Her long, shoulder-length hair flying about every which way as she shook her goods while wearing nothing but a tiny G-string (until that too came off, revealing her shaved, smooth little pussy). But on her days off, you would be hard-pressed to pick Agnes (her real name) out of a crowd.

The redhead kept her hair up with a rubber band in probably the dorkiest, most utilitarian hairdo possible, while a large, thick pair of decidedly uncool and extra nerdy glasses helped to hide away her natural beauty.

Agnes was very near-sighted. Hell, she was practically blind without her glasses, but when you were dancing on a tiny stage, or grinding against a guy for a lap dance, you didn't need to be able to see all that far away.

"Do you want me to heat it up for you?" Agnes asked as she fiddled with the string on her sweat pants. The girl had no sense of fashion (despite Vanessa's many attempts to enlighten her), and always chose comfort and function over style and form.

"Naw, it's fine cold," the brunette said as she nibbled away. "Although I'm starting to feel a bit warm..." Vanessa said as she stood up, half-eaten pizza slice dangling from her mouth, and slipped out of her coat.

Agnes blushed, but didn't look away as Vanessa revealed her beautiful bare body. She was utterly naked from head to toe, save for all the body glitter that still clung to her.

"I was too tired to shower and get dressed, so I just threw my coat on and called it a day," Vanessa lied. She secretly loved the idea of walking around like this and had been slowly trying to think of excuses to do it.

Vanessa spent most of her time at work naked, and was increasingly spending more of it at home in the buff too. Her roommate didn't complain... much. After all, she was a stripper too.

"Well, you've got the body for it," Agnes said as she went to the fridge and grabbed a drink. "Oh, that reminds me..." The red head sat down at the other end of their flimsy dinner table (it was just an old fold-out card table one of them had pulled the trash).

"What?" Vanessa asked as she made a show of stretching and arching her back, giving Agnes the perfect view of her impressive breasts.

The redhead just stared at her, lost in the moment.

"You were saying?" Vanessa said with a sly smile as she pushed away from the table and not-so-subtlely parted her legs to expose her own clean-shaven snatch.

"Uh..." Agnes mumbled.

Vanessa just loved showing off and being seen. Although she repeatedly and loudly insisted she wasn't into girls (even though she and Agnes had done some pretty wild things on stage together).

"Oh... right," the redhead said as she shook the naughty thoughts from her head. She too insisted she wasn't into girls, despite the mounting evidence to the contrary. "Rent's due Friday. Have you got anything stashed away?"

Vanessa's eyes bulged. "Shit! No, I forgot. Do you?"

"I..." Agnes blushed, her cheeks matching her lovely red hair. "I forgot too..."

"I guess we'll just need to talk to the landlord..." Vanessa said, as a fluttery feeling filled her tummy.

"Y-yeah..." Agnes said as she bit her lip and tried to hide her own excitement at the thought.