That girl is a problem – Chapter 1.
My life was pretty boring, since my family moved to California. I lived in New York before, but my new life was about to start in Clermont. It changed, but a few aspects stayed the same. My parents, for example: they were busy in New York, they're busy on the West Coast. They didn't care about me in New York, and I didn't expect them to give a fuck about me in Clermont either. But at least, in New York, I had friends. Unlike in sunny California. My name's Victoria Reynolds. Welcome to my life! I'm about to tell you my story. The story of my toxic relationship with Johnny Truelove, the hottest drug dealer I've ever met. I was his sidechick, and he was my pimp.
One day, my parents were away on some kind of snobby dinner at a local hotel. I was hanging outside our house, smoking a cigarette. I was wearing my pink Juicy Couture velour tracksuit, pink lipgloss was applied on my lips, and my bleached blonde hair was curled with a curling iron. Yeah, I know. I looked like your typical ditzy, blonde. People usually assumed, I was a slut, therefore I was a horrible person, but it wasn't the case. I was just misguided and needed attention. Soon I had to realize, I was looking for attention, at the wrong place.
Back to the point, I was just standing there in my pink platform flip flops and I was focusing on the other fancy house across the street. A group of guys was gathering in front of it. A group of hot studs!
I grabbed a golden tress, and started to twirl it around my index finger. Suddenly they spotted me, and all of them were staring in my direction. I could tell, their jaw dropped. I let go of the tress, and placed my index finger in my mouth, sucking on it so long. The guys exclaimed, and catcalled.
- She's really hungry, huh? – said one of them.
-Don't worry about that, Frankie! I'll feed her tonight!
- Both of you, shut up! – said the short, dark haired one with a snapback on his head.
- Let me guess, Johnny! You've got your eyes on her! Damn, man, Angela won't be happy about that!
- Shut the fuck up, Bobby! You have no clue!
Meanwhile, I continued teasing them, by slightly unzipping my tracksuit jacket. I was wearing nothing underneath, aside of a leopard print push up bra, by Victoria's Secret. Then I turned around and went back to the house. I could tell, they were staring at my ass, cause my pink thong was hanging out of my pants.
Back in the house, I had to drink a glass of water, cause I wanted to cool down. Never would have thought that I'd be meeting a group of studs in my neighbourhood. I went to my room, jumped on my bed, leaned back, slid my hands in my panties, and started to rub my clit. As if it wasn't wet enough.