𝐷𝑒𝑗𝑎ℎ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 ¹⁸
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"Girl open the window." I heard Kia say tiredly as she profusely knocked on my window pane.
Hurrying out of bed, I hastily opened the window in surprise.
"Weh yah do yah?" I asked shocked.
"And why yah breathe so hard like you just run a mile?"
Without answering, she pushed some bags through the window, then took a deep breath before she slid her broad ass through the small frame.
Landed on the concrete floor, she winced on impact, before rushing to get up.
"We a go out girl, put on this when you done bathe and mi do your hair and makeup when mi come back." She said, hurriedly.
"Wait weh yah go, weh we a go?"
"When mi come back mi tell you, just put on the something. Mi ago put on mi clothes and come."
As she slid back out through the window I looked down on the skimpy black dress that she placed on my bed.
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"A who she expect fi put this on?" I asked myself.
I am a tall and petite girl, have likkle bit a batty and everything, and when I say this dress is skimpy, I mean it's SKIMPY.
"I'm definitely not wearing that."
Walking to my closet, I quickly skimmed through it, looking for dress that was similar to it, but less provocative.
After a minute, I finally found something that could work.
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