Dear Little Slut

The Decision

The next three weeks were torture. My routine was so tedious. Day after day the same thing over again. Wake up, bath, school, eat, study, masturbate, sleep and repeat. I was bored. I don't mind the masturbating part, especially when I think about the members of the board watching me come undone.

But when I finally finished my last exam it suddenly hit me that I am so close to graduating, which hopefully means being even closer to attending LSA. Ever since since sending the the camera with the video to the Academy about three weeks ago, I haven't gotten any indication if they liked it or not. On the other hand how could they not like it, anyone could see to what lengths I would go to get there.

On the bright side I can finally focus on what I am going to wear to my graduation, which is only six hours away, because the school corrects very fast. My mother is taking me shopping today and knowing her she will probably pick something out that leaves everything to the imagination. While she was in another section of the store I picked out the dress that I would actually wear to my graduation. It was a silky dark red dress, with a deep V neckline, that covered just enough of my chest, so there wouldn't be a slip. There was a slit that reached all the way to up to my hip. And the cherry on top was the open back with gold chains. The dress was made for me, hugging every one of my curves just right, while still being a tease. The only problem was the price with way to many zeros. So I pleaded with my mother to get the dress, to which she reluctantly agreed.

After receiving my diploma, and being crowned as Valedictorian, I drank, danced, called my parents and went home.

Time stood still, because in front of my house there stood a shiny black limousine. And me, my mom and my dad all knew what that meant.

I am going to be a 'lawyer'.
And I can't wait.