At some point during the evening, Sadie had removed every stitch of her nightclothes. I turned away while she threw on a blue peignoir.
As we Descended the stairs together, I secretly wondered what it would be like to sway my hips down a staircase, to have men ogle at me with carnal designs. To have a body like Sadie’s. Only curiosity, of course. I often pictured myself in alternative scenarios—a famous writer, a composer, a student of nature and all living things. And, of recent, I pondered working as an advocate for women’s rights.
The kitchen abuzz with chatter, I took a seat next to Sadie.
“So you worked up an appetite did you, Sassy Sarah?” Miss Fannie grinned.
“Yep, sure did.”
Miss Reba refilled Sassy Sarah’s coffee cup. “Sounds like Lawrence P. came last night.”
Sassy flipped her red hair to the side. “He came alright. And came and came.”
While everyone laughed, I felt the heat of my cheeks and turned my head.
Excerpt from The Last Bordello
Daily Prompt: Descend