All Chapters of The Night the Mask Falls: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Izzy drops me off at my car and I head to my office to get my life together. Even though it's a town over, it isn't a long drive, but I try to go over the information for my meeting in my head. I don't remember much though, thanks to all the extra bullshit I've had to deal with lately. It's my first big meeting and I can't remember a damn thing about it. I'm supposed to be pitching my ideas to the client, not a big name client, but still a client. Hopefully once I get into my office I'll be able to banish all these irrelevant thoughts to the back of my head and focus on the task at hand. By the time I park in my spot and grab my suitcase from my trunk, I start to feel more like myself and not like a stranger walking in my own skin. I hate when I doubt myself, when I feel like I'm not enough. I deal with enough of that from my parents, and now that I realize that's what Jack's been doing all while he's out sticking his dick down women's throats, the feeling is almost suffocating. It'

I'm at work when the message from Izzy comes through. Call me when you can. I don't repsond, instead focus on finishing the last sketch I need to finish for the project. I threw myself into it when I got here today, trying my hardest to keep my mind occupied. I haven't heard from Jack at all today, probably won't until later tonight when it will be either all apologies or all anger. I almost prefer the apologies; at least then I don't question whether or not he feels bad for lying to me. At least not as much anyways. I take care of my sketch, adding it into the portfolio with the others and set my little bag of sketching supplies in the drawer. I check my phone only to find nothing new and call Izzy before I go hand these in. She answers on the first ring, making my curiousity spike more than it already was."Sky, please tell me you don't have any plans tonight." Izzy says instead of hello."No babe, nothing going on in my swamped social calendar. Do you need something?" "Not nece

"Ok, now that I've spilled my guts over tacos, just like old times, lets start getting our outfits figured out like old times." We pick up our trash, throwing it in the trash can on the way to the back. Izzy grabs the tote from next to the room door, as I walk through the door. I'm surprised there isn't anyone here; back when I worked here, whenever we had a competition the tiny room was packed with naked girls trying to get ready for the big show."It's weird isn't it?" Izzy asks, sensing my hesitation."Where is everyone? Why aren't they getting ready?" I ask."It isn't the same Sky. The girls mostly get ready at home, then come in. They don't change their routines or their outfits. I'm honestly surprised we get as much business as we do. Starlight is the only one that changes her routine up a little, not much though, and she changes her outfits. She didn't use to, but after she watched enough of your videos, she started changing it up more. The other girls make fun of her for it, t

Thomas comes back to get the first set of girls to go on stage. They don't have much chemistry between the two of them, and even though I can't see what routine they are doing on the stage, I can hear the silence in the crowd. Not good. We only get three minutes, so it isn't long before they are walking back through the door, the blonde girl's cheeks are bright red and the short black pixie cut haired girl looks like she's gonna bust out into tears. "I told you we should have practiced more!" the blonde girl screeches at the other. "We didn't even find out about this until last night. How were we gonna practice more?" Their voices drift away as they walk deeper into the changing room. Hopefully to change out of those horrible outfits. They look like slutty nuns and this is not the crowd for that. Thomas comes in right behind the girls, getting the next two for their set. It's one of the snobby girls and her little sidekick. Their dressed like cowgirls, big ass hats bumping into eac