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"What about this?"
"Nah, the colour doesn't suit you, Soph."
"Not for me, for you!"
"This?"
"Why not? You've said he told you to get something sluty to wear. If this ain't that…"
I think about it for a sec, inspecting the design. "Yes, you're right. But different colour, this one is just eck."
"Yes! We'll find the one you like," she said — and we do. It's like it was made for me and my big ass. Plus, it's a Jurassic Park theme!
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I find the right size and take it, adding it to the pile we have on the counter. When you're spending a large amount of money, they'll let you do almost anything.
Almost.
They didn't let us walk around the shop with no clothes on but that's understandable.
"So, when are you going to Italy?"
"In about a week or two."
"Nooo," she whines. "That's too soon."
"I won't be there for a long time. I just have to shoot some pictures for the sex magazine and then we'll see what's next."
"Don't you get enough money from your sugar daddies?"
"I do, but I like modelling."
"Isn't it weird when the people from Vogue or Gucci find out you're also a model for sex magazine?"
"No. Maybe. A bit. But that doesn't stop me from doing my job, plus more people buy their magazines and come to shows if I'm there. Mostly male but whatever. I attract people. They get more money. Vogue and Gucci and others love me even more afterwards," I smile at her and turn to look through the stacks of clothes.
"Simps," she snorts.
"There's nothing wrong with being a simp. Don't you like it when your crush or partner acts like a gentleman?"
