Mary Lou Barebone Novels & Stories

She looked her from head to toe and disliked her. "You're mistaken, Mrs Tracey. She isn't a caretaker." Zita replied plainly. "Then who is she? Is she one of the new maids?" Tracey asked flatly, staring at her coldly, "Even if she is, she seems overdressed for the job." "I-." Rebecca paused when she saw Fiona enter the room. She furrowed her brow confusingly and flashed a glance at Zita. Fiona had walked in with a smile which soon turned to a frown when she saw Rebecca.

Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho." Perfect. Maybe I could finally cover rent and get those econ textbooks. The campus bookstore wanted three hundred dollars for books I'd use for one semester. Highway robbery. I started walking toward my apartment, already mentally preparing for the night shift. Five hours of sleep if I was lucky. Then it was off to showering, heavy makeup, and costumes that came with rib breaking corsets. It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer