Day 1

Natrica Woods was a beautiful twenty-five-year-old, with straight golden blond hair and blue eyes.

She had just finished her performance. She wiped some of the glitter off her face and straightened the feather hair attachment in her hair. She was wearing a silver sequins bra and booty shorts that were really short, over that was a see thought white dress with a frilled hem. And over that was a sexy long black jacket that tied in the waist with a fur edge hoody, her heals laced up just below the knee. She had the 12am shift. It paid well and she had lots of siblings who needed her to provide for them.

Her mother Sara was a prostitute and had many children. Natrica was the only girl and her older brothers were mixed up in drugs and gangs. She tried to provide for the children under twelve as everyone over that age joined their brothers in the “Wooders” gang, which was forever gaining territory.

She closed her eyes took a deep breath.

‘Time to change and go home’

When she opened her eyes, she was in a town surrounded by people staring at her judging. While her eyes where closed her blue diamond (crystal) star earrings glowed.

Natrica watched as the ladies ran inside their home with their children, the square became empty quickly. Then angry looking men came out, men she knew how to deal with. She tried to talk to them but they didn’t understand. They said things to her she didn’t understand. She saw the beer mug hanging outside a rugged wooden door. She walked in, using her hands and very few words she asked if she could dance for money. The tavern owner wanted to see and so did the men outside who all came in to watch. This pleased the tavern owner who let her dance for tips.

She put on a show and everyone loved it, her hat was filling up with coins and the men drank and sang and wanted her to dance to their songs. She indicated to touching, and so far the men had respected that, but now that they were drunk it became more challenging.

Josephina Jujitsu was in the middle of an escape plan, she had been captured and they wanted information about Eddy. If she gave him up, she and her family would be found dead, well maybe not found.

Her arch enemy Sugar a not so sweet, the white blond-haired woman was pulling her hair.

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Sugar had swallowed the key to the handcuffs on Joe. Joe was counting how many men there were and what she could use as a weapon while being handcuffed. She was always on guard, but this time an honest simple man had been used to lure her into a trap he had been unaware of what was really going on.

Sugar leaned in to taunt Joe, she ripped one of Sugar’s earrings out with her teeth, but instead of the attack she expected she found herself still cuffed but somewhere completely different, and Sugar was there too, bleeding and furious!

She spat out the earring. Josephina ran into the jungle finding a small twig she freed her hands from the cuffs.

Sugar was murderous, she chased Joe for a long time. But finally, Joe lost her crossing over the river jumping from stone to stone and off into the jungle on the other side.

Joe was muscle, she liked to be called Joe and really killing was nothing to her. She was mean and well trained, skilled in the art of death. She spoke many languages. Eddy her boss wanted her as his spy. She had been trained with Eddy since she was a child of eight. Learning how to be the best muscle out there.

She ran onto a path and then cleaning up and brushing off she walked down the path. She came into a little town where there was a commotion in the tavern. Joe cleaned the blood off at well. No one seemed to notice her, but she noticed all the ladies wore hats and long skirts.

She walked into the tavern ready for a fight but instead men were singing and drinking and tipping a beautiful blond who was dancing on the tables.

Joe could see trouble happening. A man who had been sitting in the shadows starting talking about Natrica and from what Joe could make out they were planning to steal her tips. The beautiful blond stopped dancing and come to the counter to collect her tips. But the man from the shadows grabbed her arm.

“Ahuh” she said wagging a finger and smacking his hand lightly.

He didn’t let go, but instead raised his hand to hit her.

Joe grabbed his hand and twisted it behind his back saying nothing she gave him a look that said ‘she is mine’.

He was embarrassed and left. Never had a lady stood up to a man and won before. But Joe was no lady.

“Hi” Joe said hoping she understood.

“English!” Natrica shrieked.

“Yes, I believe so” Joe replied.

“Thank you for stopping that man”, Natrica said,

“Let me buy you dinner.”

“Thanks” Joe accepted as she was so hungry.

The woman ate and talked in the corner.

Joe offered

“You are a talented dancer but you could use someone to look out for you, protect you if things get out of hand. Let me be your bodyguard”.

“I don’t know if I can pay you” Natrica said,

“I don’t know what a fair wage would be,”

“Don’t worry” Joe said,

“Let’s start off small with food and a place to sleep”,

“Well” said Natrica “This sounds fair then no men can’t follow me to my room, we shall share a room and I will pay you in food”.

Joe was thinking her own room but maybe the girl needed protection in her room too.

So, she agreed.

They asked the bar tender for a room he asked for all her money. Natrica was going to give it all but Joe stepped in. She could read people. He was trying to rip them off. She lurked and growled at him he took half. She gave him a ‘you will lose your hand look’,

He took four coins out of Natrica’s twelve.

“Wow” Natrica said, “Protecting me already.”

The two went to their room it was awful, it smelt like wee, and it was damp.

“Nothing some sunshine can’t fix” Natrica said optimistically.

This was the room at the back of the tavern.

‘You are perky’ Joe thought

There was a straw mattress not even the size of a single bed.

“In the morning” Natrica said

“We shall clean this place up and make it pretty”.

Joe smiled “Can’t wait” she said sarcastically.