Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
My friends and I were so excited to go out and celebrate the end of finals. It had been a grueling past couple weeks of too much studying and not enough partying. So we were ready to make up for lost time. I invited my friends over to get ready at my place. So that we could pregame while getting ready together. We got dressed up in our little, short, body hugging clubbing dresses. And we were off to hit the clubs.
The guys were giving us tons of attention. We were getting so many free drinks. It was so much fun. So we decided to continue down to the clubs at the other end of the street. The vibe down there was different. It was quieter, more upscale, more mature. But we were having a good time. So we didn’t care. We just weren’t ready to stop partying. So we walked in. All eyes turned and stared at us. Suddenly we felt so uncomfortable. It was an elegant restaurant filled with very well dressed, older patrons. They were all looking down their noses at us like we were street whores. Compared to how they were dressed, I understood why.
Celebrating The End Of Finals
We decided to turn around and walk out before we embarrassed ourselves any further. That’s when I heard a man’s voice. It was as if he was yelling “Rachel” at a whisper pitch. I turned around abruptly without thinking. It was Mr. Peterson, my Dad’s friend from church. I began to panic and beg him to just please forget he ever saw us here. But that’s when he looked us up and down, smiled, and winked. Then he asked me what we were willing to do to keep this secret between us. I smiled back and told him that I had an idea.
Part 2 cumming soon
Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457