Cherry and Kerry’s Career

“Okay well, you need to stop being so lazy. When I ask you to do something I expect results, otherwise what is the point of hiring you?”

“Kerry at some point you’re going to have to deal with this situation.”

“Okay I don’t want to worry about that right now. Stop bringing it up.”

“Fine,” Cherry admitted folding her arms and looking away from Kerry.

Kerry, putting her pink satin face mask over her eyes, she turned on rest mode. Cherry hearing their call to board over the intercom picked up Kerry and guided her to her seat as quietly as she possibly could. Then they were off to Houston.

Their accommodations in the luxurious Hilton outside of town were up to Kerry’s standards, and she was able to rest comfortably in the bed, they used to joke that Kerry didn’t get beauty rest she was in a beauty coma, and she proved it true, as she didn’t rise from her bed until about an hour before it was show time. She changed into her showgirl numberon the way over flashing her hole to Cherry in the back seat of their Uber.

Kerry enters through the back door. “Jimmy,” she cries out, as she enters into the kitchen. A short man with a moustache and shades over his eyes greets her. “Kerry Rare, it’s excellent that you’re actually on time for once.”

“Ha” Kerry mocks, “Do you have my usual routine que’d up.”

Jimmy assured her, “Yep, the Beyonce Mash-Up, into the Funeral Dance Party, and Brittany and Lady Gaga too finish.”

“Exactly,” she announces.

“I should warn you Kerry, I think that a few people might have been upset by this article about you.”

“Sheesh, when are people gonna stop talking about that. It’s like people just can’t let it go.”

“Oh, okay, well still I tried to tell you.”

“It’s fine.” Kerry said stamping her way into the backstage dressing room, where she took some heels from her bag and slipped them on her feet.

“With a face like this honey,” she told herself as she stared at her delicately drawn features and brilliantly painted colors, “you are gonna kill as per usual.”

A couple finishing touches and she was positioned behind the curtain. When she came out from behind the curtain perfectly on q she noticed something strange. There was no one in the audience except for Cherry.

With the Mic in her hand she turned it on and began yelling at Cherry.

Cherry thinking this was a good time to start recording held up her phone and pressed play.

“So what if I’m a Republican, GodDamnnit Cherry you are such a stupid Bitch for letting this happen to me. Being a Republican is only because I’m Fiscally conservative. SO what if I’m Fiscally Conservative and I enjoy Fisting. These two things are not mutually exclusive. Okay. Okay.”

“I need a drink Jimmy.” Kerry requested before saying. “Cherry you’re fired.”

Cherry, without a word, turned and left. Kerry didn’t finish her set only sat with Jimmy at the bar and sobbed into an open glass.

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