Baby, I'mma Be Your Motivation

Maryse rolled her eyes. Gia thought she was hot shit. She scoffed. Maryse was the best, the most favored. Plus, this girl said she wouldnt be staying long. Soon, Maryse wouldn't have to worry about Gia.

Gia finished her routine, couring her money as she walked backstage. She smiled as she counted, 1100, 1200, 1250, 1300, 1400, 1410, 1420, 1430, 1450...

Maryse finished her shift and went backstage when she saw Gia. "You make good tips?" She asked with a raised brow.

"But of course," Gia said, smirking and looking at Maryse. She always made good money. She was used to more than this, though.

Maryse nodded. She always made more. Always. Whether it was in Canada or the US, she made a lot. She was contemplating moving to France and working there. But she was unsure. She sighed and got changed. "I am sure the longer you are here, you will make almost as much as I do."

Gia scoffed. "I made more than you my first night in Vegas. It's not me, it's this stupid city," she said, missing Vegas. She moved there when she was 15.

Maryse scoffed. "Please. You could not make a fraction of what I made in Canada and what I would make in France. As for Vegas? Been there, done that, they did not pay enough." She smirked as she grabbed her purse.

Gia rolled her eyes and walked over to her stuff. She pulled out less revealing clothes and slid them on before putting on her sneakers. She hated people who thought they were the best thing since sliced bread. They irked her. She shouldered past Maryse, walking outside.

Maryse muttered something in French before she walked out to her car. She parked into a parking lot before going in the backseat and changing into a skimpy skirt and a lace bra. She put on a big fur coat coat to cover everything before she walked down the sidewalk, other prostitutes passing her. She looked around the road, searching for her next john.

Gia walked outside, zipping up her sweater and beginning her walk home. She got many offers for a ride, but declined them all, choosing the exercise over warmth.

Maryse did five guys, got her money before she went back to her car, driving back to her apartment. Then men in this country didn't pay enough.

Gia arrived at the hotel an hour later, wishing she had taken Maryse up on her offer to stay there. She hated this walking shit. She was in good enough shape.

Maryse arrived hours later to her apartment. She put her money away, showered and went to bed. She wished she had someone laying in bed with her.

The next morning, Gia woke up early. She groaned, but knew there was no going back to bed. She got up, showered and got dressed, ready to go through the motions of another day of her lonely, miserable life.

Maryse arrived at work, working the bar again. She sighed. It was a slow day. Probably a few girls on the pole but no real shows. She flipped through a French magazine. It was a listing of houses for sale in France. She was seriously considering moving there. But she felt something pulling her here.

Gia arrived to work late. She did so much walking it was crazy. She was so tired, she just wanted to go home and curl up in a ball.

Maryse glanced up from her magazine, seeing Gia. "Bonjour." She said simply before going back to her magazine. "It is slow day. You can relax."

Gia sighed in relief. "Thank God!" she exclaimed, collapsing into a chair and leaning her head back, closing her eyes. She took off her sweater, revealing a small, lacy top.

Maryse chuckled. "Yes, I know. Enjoy the slow days while they last. They don't happen often. We probably won't put on any shows tonight. Just pour a few drinks, take a fe orders." She said as she looked at a couple more French townhouses in her magazine.

Gia didn't reply, for she was half asleep. There was a sheen of sweat coating her body from the heat, and she took off her sweats, leaving her in booty cutters.

Maryse licked her lips as she eyed Gia. "Sexy..." She breathed, shifting in her seat as she eyes Gia's body.

Gia looked over at her, raising an eyebrow when she saw her eyeing her body. "Can I help you?" she asked, crossing her arms which pushed up her boobs, making them pop out of the shirt even more and look bigger.

Maryse smirked. "I am just eyeing that wonderfully sexy body of yours." She said, not hiding the fact thats he found Gia immensely attractive.

"Yes, I can see that. It's quite obvious," Gia said, looking at her. She really wanted to fuck Maryse right now. Right on the bar. Damn, that would be hot.

Maryse licked her lips. She wanted Gia to fuck her right here, right now. "Are you going to do anything about it?" She asked with a brow raised.