Oasis

The airport was busy as usual with passengers who just landed in and others off to fly frequented the lobby. Luggages circled the conveyor and so was some pushed around in carts. Cabs in a long line outside while some are just about to get in for a drop off. Private cars and motorcycle even added to the jammed traffic.

"I hope we get moving soon," Liz complains at the back seat though she is highly unrecognizable. She pulls down her black shades to take a peak at the long trail of cars ahead. Her staple red hed is replaced by a black bob cut wig. Lips as red as cherry while she pop the bubble of the gum she was chewing. Wearing a custard v neck line crochet top  and a black leather pencil skirt. Finished off by thin fishnet stockings and scrunch knee high boots. Screaming hooker in every angle. "My customer is waiting on me like thirty minutes ago, " she fishes a bill in between her cleavage and hands it to the driver, "do you know any shortcuts, mister?" T