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Tonight was supposed to be a night of fun but it ended in a messy girl fight. All I wanted was to catch up with my sorority sister’s and reminisce about our early slutty days in college. We were chatting about how we used to suck our professors off to pass the semesters. The bar was in full swing as a group of loud whores walked in, and demanded we move our seats so they could all sit together. If they had asked nicely, then maybe we would’ve moved, but since they were so pushy, it was a absolute fucking no. The lead whore of the group decided to approach me. She wore itty bitty jean shorts that were shoved up her ass, and a baby white T- shirt that was so tight, if she sneezed, it’ll tear right down the middle. She bumped me with her breast trying to start a fight and that was enough for me to lose my cool and I poured my drink down the front of her shirt. It was on from there!
Hey there sissy, I am Mistress Paris. You know the rules don’t you? You do as I say, when I say it and exactly as I tell you too, in return you give me your money. I mean you don’t get someone to control your life for free, we both know you do not deserve that. Now aren’t I right? How could your pathetic ass deserve anything. That tic-tac of yours can’t even get wet. It being “hard” is just as much of a joke as your life is. But hey I think it is meant to be. I mean how else would some people be able to laugh if you weren’t everything your not.