7Krista stared at her reflection, and held her breath. The woman looking back at her wasn't someone she recognised immediately. Where her reflection should have been, a queen looked back.
Krista would never say that she was a beauty; with blonde hair that just hung there like theatre curtains, to not always clear skin, and baby blue eyes, she had never come across as a sophisticated woman that she needed to be. In her reflection however this woman, this queen, was completely different. Her normally flat hair had been curled up and placed in a messy bun, strands hanging down and framing her face, while her skin was unnaturally flawless, no blemishes or redness to be seen. As for her eyes, they looked like electricity, if that was even possible, highlighted by eyeliner. And her lips were the colour of poisonous apples.
Standing up from her spotlighted dressing table, she slipped off her satin scarlet robes, and stood bare before her full-length mirror, in nothing but black heels and a smile. If you had met Krista a few months prior to this, you would be amazed at the person she now was. Gone was the Krista who would keep her head in her textbooks and away from life. Gone was the girl, who would steer clear of men and alcohol and anything that was deemed as rebellious. Oh, how a lot had changed. She had in fact met someone, who had turned her life around. Who had made her feel something, which had brought her out of the closet and into the sunlight that was the modern age. So Krista had started going out, meeting new people, and having fun. And when the time came for her heart to be broken, she was past caring, and so had became the queen she always was meant to be.
Krista trailed the scars that still showed slightly on her skin, and a small smile began to play at the corners of her mouth, remembering the old days, and the person she would never be again. She admired her flat stomach and perfect breasts, chuckling to herself about the "fat" comments that used to bring her down so much, the comments that had made her hug a toilet bowl, fingers halfway down her throat. She turned on her heel and walked towards an ornate dresser, where a speaker lay, placed precariously on top of a stack of books that looked ready to collapse. Pressing the play switch, music filled the room, and with her hips swinging in time to the music, she sauntered over to her wardrobe, to remove a black corset set, with matching suspenders and thigh high stockings. Her hips never missing a beat, she continues to sway while slowly and sensually putting on her outfit, as though she were giving someone a show. After rolling the stockings over her creamy thighs, and tightening the corset in just the right places, she took one final look in the mirror. Smiling to herself, she chuckled;
"Mirror Mirror standing tall, who is the Queen of the Wall?" and let out a laugh, so sinister and cold, you'd have thought it was Satan laughing herself.
Throwing one final look over her shoulder, she draped her satin robe over her shoulders and paraded from the room, shutting the door behind her, before descending down a darkly lit corridor, where the sound of bass was only increasing with every click of her heels on the stone floor. It was a particularly cold day today, so Krista wrapped her arms around herself, trying to protect her skimpily clad body from the harsh night air. She was used to the deafening sound of club music by now, having worked here a few months, rising from a novice to the star attraction. Normally she was pumping with adrenaline by now, but Krista had a hard time focusing. As he heels clicked along the floor, images of stolen kisses, secret dates and sensual touches, danced across her mind. It was only when her managers rough cold hands removed her dressing gown, before kissing her neck, did she manage o push those poisonous thoughts to the back of her mind.
Turning around to face her boss, she was met with an overpowering smell of cheap cologne, and cigarette smoke. Rod, her boss, was not a kind man, or was he a skinny man, and in all honesty, was by far the biggest creep Krista had ever encountered. Flashing a smile at him she touched his arm, in a way that was guaranteed to keep her in his god graces, after all he did pay her wages.
"How's my Queen doing tonight?" He asked her, eyes never once meeting her face, constantly examining her body in awe.
"I'm doing great, thanks Daddy!" She replied, the words dripping from her mouth as if dipped in sugar. Krista loved her jobs, but it was people like Rod, that made her cruel and bitter.
"That's my shining star!" he replied, flashing her a grin of his teeth half fake and half gold, and giving her arse a harsh squeeze and slap he added " Go make daddy some money!"
Krista once again smiled at her employer, before slowly ascending the stairs to the stage, as if she were Hercules, climbing the steps to Mount Olympus. She strode over to the middle of the circular stage, where in the centre stood a large silver pole. Taking her position, she draped her scantily clad form around the metal object, allowing the coldness of the pole to cool her burning skin, from her increased heart rate.
A booming voice, she recognised as the DJ's and occasional 'friend with benefits', Reniers, boomed out of the speakers.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Wall, the hottest place in town, and may I present to you the Queen of the Wall, Historia Reiss!"
As Krista's opening tune, "you don't own me" rung through the club, and the curtain raised, she plastered her face with her award-winning smile, slowly grinding on the pole. That was until she turned around and she made eye contact with a pair of brown eyes, which she recognised immediately.
AN: Let me know what you think guys!
