Katniss

I lay on my bed, my headphones blasting Lady Gaga. I kind of move my arms to the music and mouth the words. I would love to be making art like this. I could make music videos out of my talents, having sex to the beat of the music. Crawling all over a guy who was actually my age and just as attractive. Someone like that Brad guy. I look at my lingere clad body and roll over.

I start singing to myself and laughing. I can have fun despite the prudish attitude everyone thinks I have. I roll around my bed, pretending to be manuvering around with a partner.  I giggle and reach for my vibrator and switch it on. I'm just about to slide my panties aside when the music stops and I have an incoming call from my manager.

"What do you want?" I groan.

"You are supposed to be at a party tonight," he says. "A kind of meet and greet."

"You're telling me this now?" I say. "When do you want me there?"

"About an hour,"  he replies. "Dress in escorting attire. Show off those lovely, natural assets of yours." I groan and get up.

"Fine," I say. " Just make sure there is whiskey." I hang up and get off my bed to start getting ready for another night of getting groped. I go through my clothes boredly. I pick through, looking for something that isn't too bad, but tight enough I won't be called a prude.

I find a sleek neon green dress and a black corset over it. I grunt as I clip it shut, but finally get strapped into the leather garment. I look in the mirror and jostle my breasts up a little higher. I smile and sit on the edge of my bed to start curling my hair. My hair is long and dark and looks fuller with my curls done up rather than natural waves. That's the thing. Gotta look fake to make bank.

I finish with some Bobby pins to hold my style in place and apply the smoky eye makeup that is kinda my signature. My lips are painted red and I stick fake lashes on. This is the hardest part with the long nails I have, manicured into claws to match my name.

Kitty Scratch

I place on the lace ear headband and take a final look. I look good. Not how I would ever dress just to go down to the club and dance, but for tonight's party, I'm okay with looking like this. I won't be the most scantally clad "star" tonight. But I won't be overlooked either.

I schedule an Uber and lace up my boots. Back home, we called these hooker boots. I teeter on them for a second before collecting my clutch and walking down to my ride.

"Where to?" My driver asks.

"The Tracker Jack Lounge," I say.

"Oooo, you're one of the Seam Sensations, aren't you?" He says and I start playing on my phone.

"None of your business," I say "Just take me to my drop off."

"Frigid Bitch," he mumbles as we pull away. I roll my eyes and continue to text my friends who are already at the party. Apparently, there are drinks flowing hard and some of the people are getting hammered and handsy with each other. I roll my eyes and look up as we pull up. The door is opened for me and I walk out. Their are some photographers and I walk straight into the club. I walk over to Johanna and she hands me a drink.

"Kitty! So great to see you! I missed you babe!" I hug her, careful not to spill her drink.

"Hi, Jo, How was England?" I ask.

"Paris, darling," she corrects. "It was great. I met Julio Hunt. Quite the cock between his legs. The shoot was magnificent." I chuckle.

"Glad you enjoyed it so much," I say.

"You'd have fun too if you let yourself enjoy a good romp outside of shooting. A good many of these guys would love to give you a good fucking. Get you a friend with benefits. Like Jack." She waves to the big man she likes to shag around with on the side.

"Why should I?" I say. "Most of my interaction is with men I would never sleep with in a million years."

"What about Brad Baker?" She asks. I roll my eyes.

"I haven't even met him," I say. "Johanna smirks and tips her head.

"Yet," she says. "Though it appears he has spotted you, gorgeous. Make a good impression." I turn and see a tall blonde man walking over to me. He stops and holds out his hand.

"Kitty I presume?" He asks and I nod.

"You must be Brad," I reply.

"Yeah," He says. "What gave it away?"

"I saw your pictures in my job prompt," I say. "What gave away I was Kitty?"

"The ears are a big clue," he says. "But I must admit, I was already a fan of yours."

"Well then I suppose you will get to live out a fantasy of yours with me in a week?" I say.

"Maybe," he says. "I mean, you are hot. But I figured it would be nice to meet you. Get to know you a little."

"Is that right?" I say I look him up and down and Johanna nudges me in the ribs.

"Don't mind her, Sweetie," she says. "Most of the cock she's been getting has been attached to guys that are twice your age and even in their prime, they didn't look half as good as you do. She's a little tongue tied."

"Don't you have some dick to suck?" I ask. She smirks and picks up her drink.

"No, but I'll find some so you kids can get aquainted," she says, smacking my butt on her way over to a new conversation.

"Well she is charming," Brad says and I turn myself back to him.

"She is," I say.

"How old are you?" He asks.

"Rude of you to ask a lady her age," I say.

"I'm asking if you are old enough to go for a drink," he says and I nod.

"I am," I say. "But you'll get no more than that." We both laugh and I walk with him over to the bar.

"What do you want?" He asks. I look at the bartender.

"Jack and Coke," I say. Brad looks at me and chuckles.

"Really?" He asks.

"Yeah," I reply. "I'm not a daquiri person. Can't you handle it?"

"Of course I can," he says looking at the bartender.

"Make it two, put it on the Seam tab," he says. We get our drinks and I sit down. He sits next to me.

"So, what do you want to know about me since you sought me out?" I ask.

"Is Kitty your real name?" He asks and I look over at him.

"Is Brad yours?" I ask.

"My middle name," he shoots back. "And my family owned a bakery back in Oklahoma."

"So that's where the accent is from," I say. "Joy."

"So, Where did Kitty come from?" He asks again and I shrug.

"Childhood nickname," I say. "So if Brad is the middle name, what is the real name I'm gonna be showing proof of age stuff with Friday?" He takes a sip of his drink and holds out his hand to me.

"Peeta Mellak," he says. "And you?" I look at his hand a moment before taking it.

"Katniss," I say. "Katniss Everdeen."