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"Pleaaase Nicki, I wouldn't ask if I didn't really need you." Lauren exclaimed.
"Girl what if one of my clients see me out there? Or worse one of my bosses?"
"Bitch don't play me I know you have your boss wrapped around your finger. Besides it's in a small rich town 2 hours from LA, above the pay grade of anyone you know"
I raised my eyebrow like she could see me cause does she know who she's speaking to?
"I-I didn't mean it like that."
"Rephrase, quickly."
"I mean the type of crowd, that old money crowd."
"Now i'm listening." I said just to make her sweat. I agreed 3 pleases ago.
"You want me to do this when?"
"Like.. tomorrow night?" She said like she was asking.
"Hello? Nicki? Oni-."
"Okay girl okay, Yes I'll do it. I want you to know I'm not splitting shit with you."
"Oh babe I love you." She dragged out. "Fuck the money its my reputation I'm worried about. I can't believe Robyn bailed on me like this."
"Yea whatever, I'll be over there at 10."
"I love you." I could tell she was smiling.
"Love you too." I said before hanging up, I tried to play mean but I really did love my girl.
The next day I made my way to Hidden Hills. I let Lauren dress me since she was the expert at this
We pre-gamed before pulling up to the location
"Just be sexy and prissy." She told me as we entered the lavish home.
We walked through looking like the baddest bitches in the room, pretty girls were everywhere, attractive people in general really.
Music blasted, red cups everywhere, this didn't seem like an Old Money scene.
"I know what you're thinking but trust me this is exclusive as fuck. These are daughters of prestigious business men and owners, Judges, Politicians.
Sons of CEO's, Franchises like fucking Planet Fitness. Their entire blood line's career would be ruined if they knew their children were indulging in shit like this. So they do it exclusively, call themselves the 'upper elites'. "
