Angel can't help wanting to screw her best friend's Daddy.
As soon as she turned eighteen, Angel's mother kicked her out of the house. Knowing she has nowhere to go, and not wanting her to live on the streets, her best friend Sydney comes up with th...
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"Okay, I'm coming out," I say after changing into the body hugging short champagne spaghetti strap dress Sydney let me borrow tonight for my date with Evan. Finally after what seems like an hour, I come out of the bathroom to see her reaction.
"Wow, babe. You look hot. Hey, if Evan doesn't show up tonight just call me and I'll show you a good time." Sydney winks, teasing me while I'm standing in front of the body size mirror, staring back at myself.
She's right. I do look good but I also feel uncomfortable because of how tight it is around my waist. The dress is too short, stopping just above my knees with a very deep low cut v-neckline.
"Please don't jinx it. I'm already nervous as it is," I mutter, spraying perfume on all over me after fastening my necklace. My hair is down my back in curls.
"So, where are you supposed to be meeting him?" Sydney asks me while lying across my bed scrolling through her phone.
I adjust the strap on my left shoulder and then sit down on the bed to slide on my white stilettos that belongs to Sydney as well. Now that I think about it, I really need to buy new clothes. "Some fancy restaurant uptown. I forgot the name but it has a bar on the rooftop and they play live performances,"
"I know exactly what restaurant you're talking about." Sydney sneezes in a tissue and then drops it in the bin. "Todd took me there for my birthday last year. The food and drinks are amazing. Oh, and they have the best live music."
Her nose is red and stuffy and her cheeks are bloated while her eyes are puffy. She has come down with something.
"Todd McBlair? Our health teacher?" I turn around to look at her for an answer. A smile stretches across her face and that lets me know that I'm right.
"You had sex with Mr. McBlair?" My jaw drops when she nods, grinning from ear to ear. "Isn't he like fifty?"
"Fifty two," she corrects me and then sniffles. I pretend to vomit which makes her giggle but then she stops, claiming that her chest hurts. "Oh, come on. You know he looks too good to be fifty two."
"Doesn't he have a wife and six kids?"
A small knock taps on my door, interrupting our conversation.
Sydney's mom, Diana walks in holding a glass of martini, seeing me all dolled up from head to toe. Her face lights up instantly since she's used to seeing me in hoodies and jeans. "Hey, wow you look hot. Let me guess, you girls are going out tonight?"
"No mom, Angel's going out tonight. She has a date." Sydney confirms while Diana sips her beverage, smirking. She's still dressed in her work attire which is a white business suit.
"Ah, I remember when I was your age. Back then I had so much fun. You girls stay beautiful while you still can because when you get my age, men don't want to bang you anymore unless you look like Jennifer Lopez." The woman in her early forties who had way too much surgery on her face and Botox, sighs while taking her ringing phone out her purse.
