The Pink Pony Express

Gisele was eighteen and one of the Pink Pony Express’ newest dancers. The Pink Pony Express was use to having girls of different races and cultures, different views and dreams and even broken and hopeful beings. Gisele was no different than the other girls, but she was more of a bad ass than the rest.

Although she had heard the rules a few times, she never really abided them. She didn’t think the rules really applied to her and she was running from a past she couldn’t escape. Maybe that’s why we often find Gisele in the trouble that always seems to follow her.

Becky, a fellow dancer came to Gisele’s hotel room to see if she was ready to go to work that morning. “Gisele, are you ready?” She asked knocking on the door.

Becky was the cute blonde girl who tried to follow the rules and had her head up in the clouds all the time. She ignored the reality around her. But she was one of Gisele’s dearest friends. 

There was no answer. After the fourth knock Becky used a spare hotel key to open Gisele’s room. She closed the door softly behind her and walked to the bedroom where she found Gisele kissing a strange man.

“Gisele,” Becky screeched loudly startling the couple. “You know that no men are allowed in these rooms.”
Gisele looked up to see her fellow co worker scolding at her. “Damn, Becky. Don’t you ever knock?”

“I did. Four times and no one answered the door. I can’t believe you broke another rule.” Becky said crossing her arms over her chest disapprovingly. 

Gisele looked at her companion than said, “You have to go. Becky’s screams will probably make some of the other girls come investigating.”

The man looked at Gisele and kissed her on the cheek tenderly. “It’s been fun, babe.” He rose from the bed nude and slowly put his clothes on without a hint of shame.

“Um, do you mind?” Becky asked him disapprovingly although she continually stared at his bare buttocks. 

The man only gave Becky a wicked smile and a wink before proceeding to zip his pants up. He took a wad of cash out of his pant’s pocket and dropped it at the feet of the bed before he walked out the room. 

As soon as Becky heard the door shut firmly, she began her lecture again. “Why do you do this? Do you want to get fired and put on the streets?”

“No.” 

“So why do you continue breaking the rules? What will you do next? Have sex with a co worker?”

“As flattering as that maybe for some people, I only dance with girls not have sex with them.”

“That attitude is going to get you in trouble one day. You’re going to mess with the wrong person, Gisele and you’ll regret it.”

“I’m shaking in my little stilettos and thong.” 

“You just don’t get it, do you? Hurry up and get dress. Today we have to pick up a new girl.”

“We have a new girl? Who is she?”

“Some chick Mr. Oliver met at a night club in Argentina about two years ago. He is the reason she got a passport to the US and she’ll be working for him to pay off her debt.”

“Paying off her debt as a dancer or paying him with her body?” Gisele asked dryly as she rose from her bed. 

Gisele didn’t bother to cover her nude body, Becky had seen her naked countless of times. It went with the territory of being a dancer. Everyone saw your goodies. 

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask, I was only told to pick her up.” Becky told Gisele. 

“This should be fun.”

“Just hurry up, we should have been on our way out the door.”

“What’s the rush? It’s not like you don’t have to worry about traffic and red lights.”

“I wanted to get to the club a little early and call Sam.”

“Sam? The guy that’s married?” 

“He’s going to divorce his wife soon.”

“You think so? I heard his wife just had a baby. I don’t think he’ll be going anywhere.”

“They are having problems communicating. He told me he was going to break it to her.”

“And you think he’s going to accept you in her place? You can’t turn a hoe into a house wife.”

Becky became quiet and rigid for a moment. “Are you calling me a hoe?”

“No, I am not. But you know how it is. No one is going to believe you’re an honest woman. That’s the way it is when you chose to dance for money.” Gisele said bitterly. She had had her own taste of love and knew she wanted no part of it again.

“It’s not fair, Gisele. It’s so hard to do everything people expect and want.”

“I know. Believe me I know. What outfit do you think I should wear for today?”

“I think you should wear your light pink halter top with the Brazilian blue jeans I bought you for your eighteenth birthday.” 

“Why not a skirt and some converse shoes?”

“Because we don’t want to attract the police, we want to blend in with the teenage crowd.”

“I suppose the police are still on the look out to see if we are recruiting more young girls. By chance would this Argentina girl be young?”

“Is there any other kind of dancer?” Becky said teasingly. 

Gisele gave her a smile as she got dressed. Becky was alright, although she was still holding on to fruitless dreams, she had a good heart. Anyone who could doubt that was blind.

About fifteen minutes later, Gisele and Becky pulled up to a broken down motel 6 to pick up the Argentina girl. 

“This doesn’t seem like the place Mr. Oliver would put one of his girls.” Gisele said as she glanced around before stepping out of the car.

“I think he wanted her to keep a low profile.” Becky said as she took out a piece of notebook paper out of her back pocket. 

“What’s that?” Gisele asked looking at the paper Becky handed her.

“The motel number the girl is supposed to be in.”

Becky and Gisele walked up the stairs to motel room seven, where they knocked twice on the door before it was answer.

Angelina answered the doorbell and looked at the two girls before asking, “Are you one of Mr. Oliver’s girls?”

“Yes, I am Becky and this is Gisele.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Angelina said as she extended her hand to both Becky and Gisele. “I am Angelina.”

“We’re here to pick you up and bring you back to the hotel.” Gisele explained.

“You live in a hotel?” Angelina asked surprised. “Is it better than this?”

“It’s an expensive hotel, much better than this rundown one. Mr. Oliver owns three floors of the hotel for his girls.” Becky said proudly.

“That sounds wonderful. Come inside, I am just about done packing. I only have one suitcase.” Angelina said. 

Becky and Gisele followed her inside and watch her finish packing her small suitcase. “So you’re from Argentina, right?” Becky said trying to make a conversation.

“My family is from there originally. I was born in the US, but when my parents divorced my mother took me back to Argentina where I remained until now.”

“Maybe you should have stayed.” Gisele said randomly.

“Stay in Argentina? No way, there’s nothing there for me now.”

“Maybe, but at least there you would still have your pride. Here, that will be shattered.”

“Why do you care?” Angelina snapped.

Becky broke up the fight and sent Gisele a scolding look. “She doesn’t mean to be so rude, it’s just her way. Most girls like you… who are still happy, eventually end up like the rest of us.”

“And what exactly do they end up like?”

“The girls end up broken and dreamless. Gisele hates to see it.”

“Even if I didn’t want to do this, I have no place to go. Mr. Oliver will take care of me.” 

“Kiss your future good bye. Once you get settled in this life, there’s no way back out.” Gisele said as Angelina zipped up her suit case and walked out of the motel door.

“Don’t worry about her, she isn’t that mean once you get to know her.” Becky said reassuringly as she led Angelina out of the motel apartment. 

“I guess there’s no turning back now.” Angelina said trying to put on a brave show, but Gisele’s words had really hit home.

The three drove to the hotel in silence. Becky and Gisele escorted Angelina to the room she would be occupying. “This is your room.” Becky said as she opened the room with a hotel key before handing it to Angelina.

“Oh…it’s absolutely beautiful. I’ve never seen anything as elegant and exquisite.” Angelina beamed as she walked around the hotel room peering at every room and touching every piece of furniture she came across.

“Beautiful things aren’t worth losing your respect over.” Gisele said standing in front of the door not bothering to enter or close it.

“Gisele, can you close the door, please.” Becky said giving her a frown.