Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444
Listen, it isn’t that difficult to understand why you’ve become my personal wallet. I’m hot, and you’re pathetic. We both know you couldn’t get my attention if you were broke, and the only thing that makes me smile is spending your money. Sure, I have my own, but why should I spend mine when I can spend yours?
Every time you see me, remind yourself that you exist just to pay my bills. To buy me coffee and spoil me.
Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444
The colored, dried leaves drifted on the crisp breeze to dance around my feet as I strutted across the campus. My parents couldn’t handle my wild ways, so they sent me to this frigid New England Boarding school that was supposed to reform me into some fucking lady. The student body was all female, so they assumed the chances of me getting knocked up again were lower than if they’d sent me anywhere else.
I glanced at the map in my hand and made my way to the building circled in red. Meeting with the Headmaster was the first thing on my list before I could enter my new dorm. Dear old Dad had been college buddies with the Headmaster and supposedly spilled all my dirty secrets in order to have the necessary strings pulled to get me in.