She slowly removed her bra and dangled it in front of him, not letting him see what was underneath quite yet. Peeking around corners sent my heart pacing. Victoria had gotten Becky branded with a tramp stamp saying property of Mistress. The sight of seeing this made him hard almost instantly again as she walked over to the teachers desk for round two. Designer labels like Gucci and Alexander Wang. They told her that they got called on by the church to build an orphanage in South America and they were leaving that night. Her mind went numb as her body filled with an other-worldly pleasure.
It was time to go out and get someone to use her like the bimbo whore she was.
That was not how it worked. It was a small pewter locket in the shape of a heart, with nothing inside. A smile crossed her lips as she continued to sway her hips from side to side with each step as she approached the pool. Victoria turned around and saw little Becky De Vorney, a girl from an English literature class that Victoria took, actually at the club. She checked her Facebook and saw that last night she apparently was at the clubs with all the other uni girls. Why would she give it to her?