Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
But maybe tonight’s my chance. Maybe this party of men will be tall, handsome, and possessive, with athletic, muscular builds and charming smiles. Maybe they’ll have huge packages ... wait a minute, where is this going? I’m supposed to be a good girl, and yet somehow, I already know that after tonight, everything’s going to change.
2
Cindy
This dress really will be my downfall because it’s even smaller than I anticipated. When I finally reopen the door of the bathroom to model the outfit, Kiki purses her lips to let out a wolf whistle, but I glare at her before any sound can come out.
“Don’t even start,” I say threateningly. “Or else I’ll ... I don’t know, sabotage your midterm somehow.”
Kiki cowers in pretend-fear while stifling giggles.
“No, you won’t,” she chortles. “But you do look amazing, Cindy. I never see you dress like this! You should gussy up more often.”
I look down at myself with a wry smile because if you mean “looking like a complete ho,” then I’ve certainly done a good job. The pink material of the tube dress is stretched to the max and as a result, the top part barely covers my Double D’s, while the bottom only just reaches the tops of my thighs. My blonde hair lies in a golden stream down my back, and I’ve applied a light coat of rose lip gloss to emphasize the fullness of my pout.
“You look like Cinderella,” Kiki gushes.
I shoot her a disbelieving look.
“Okay, you don’t,” she acknowledges. “Cinderella wears a big poofy ball gown with lots of excess fabric. I don’t know ... you look like slutty Tinkerbell maybe?”
I have to laugh at that comparison.
“Okay, thanks, I guess,” I say in a dry tone. “I’ll take it.”
Kiki stares at me a bit more, pursing her lips.
“You’re missing something and I know what it is,” she says, before getting up to dig under her bed. Then she pops out with a pair of glittery stiletto heels, as well as a sparkly crown. “Here,” she says proudly. “These are the perfect accessories to your outfit.”
I gape.
“No, no,” is my protest. “No crown, no tiara, nothing like that. We’re going too crazy with that.”
“But why not?” Kiki whines. “The crown is so awesome! Here, let me help you—”
But I bat her arm away.
“Seriously, Ki, no crown. It’s just too ludicrous and I can’t cross that line. I can’t be a ho and a princess. It’s either one or the other.”
Kiki pretends surprise, her blue eyes wide.
“But a stripper-princess could be so fun!” she says with a wink. “We’ll name you Sexybelle and submit you to Disney as their new character for little girls to emulate.”
I snort because this is so crazy.
“No, girlfriend. Absolutely not. Say no to Sexybelle.”
Kiki giggles, throwing a blonde lock over one shoulder.
“Okay, fine, fine, but at least try on the shoes. It’ll be the finishing touch.”
With trepidation, I step into the five-inch heels and immediately begin to wobble.
“Oh my god!” I squeal. “How do you even walk in these things?”
“You don’t,” Kiki smirks in return. “You want to look like a newborn foal, and then collapse gracefully into a man’s lap ... and hopefully straight onto his dick.”
I turn to my friend.
“You are so foul, you know that? You should be the one going to this party, not me.”
Kiki merely giggles.
“I know, I know, and thanks for taking my place, Cin. I owe you a million. But you look like the perfect sexy ho cum princess, and you’re gong to rock this job. Thank you so much, and I love you, girlfriend. Now go and have a good time!”
Then, my buddy presses a glittery pink clutch into my hand, and before I know it, I’m in a stretch limo with five other ladies who are also clad in similarly skimpy, scandalous outfits.
“Hi,” says a pert redhead. “I’m Minky. I’ve never met you before. Are you new?”
“Yes. I’m Cindy, I mean, Candy,” I correct myself hastily as the limo pulls away from the curb. “This is my first time with the group.”
“Oh you’ll love it,” a gorgeous brunette chimes in while adjusting her deep décolletage. “Sweet Lies sets up the best parties, and of course, provides the best service too.”
I try not to look perturbed.
“Best service?” I ask in a nonchalant voice as the limo pulls onto the freeway. “What does that mean?”
“You don’t know?” Minky giggles while adjusting her flame-red hair. “Sweet Lies is top of the line. They started as a dating site, but they were so popular that they’ve expanded into IRL. In real life,” she clarifies. “No one really wants to do the online dating thing anymore. It’s passé and so lame.”
“Passé,” I say slowly, turning the word over in my mouth as if tasting its contours. “But what do you mean by best service? Sorry to harp, but what are we doing tonight, really?”