Rich Girls, Dirty Secrets

WARNING: The following story contains instances of girlxgirl and suggestive content. If you aren't into that kind of stuff, then I suggest you stop reading now:)

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Rich Girls,

Dirty Secrets

Devon J. Thomas

When money isn't a problem, dirty secrets flurish, scandal runs amuck and danger rears it's ugly head

Prologue

"I still can't believe how little you guys eat," Marilyn Hutchinson - formerly Marilyn Humpries before she moved from a run-down foster home in New York to a two-story hillside mansion in Marketa -said, baffled as she gazed upon the minuscule salad on her friend Allison's plate.

"You know that saying, 'nothing feels better than skinny does' is nothing short of the truth," Allison Rockefeller responded, tossing her chestnut hair to the side.

Allison was remarkably beautiful. With her skin a luminescent cream, her chestnut hair long and flowly, her envy-worthy chocolate brown eyes and perfect heart-shape face and unstoppablly skinny body, she was the envy of the town and broke new hearts on a weekly basis.

Marilyn wasn't bad herself. In fact you'd be forgiven for calling her perfect. She had blonde hair that fell across her shoulders like liquid gold, magnetic blue eyes, perfect, sun-kissed creamy skin, a lustrous body and legs that went on for days.

"That only applies if you're Kate Moss," she half joked, half rolled her eyes.

"So, when are you going to tell me what's going on between you and this new guy?"

During winter break she'd met with the deathly handsome Blake Anderson and fallen head over heals for his dreamy green eyes, sun kissed skin, silky black hair and diamond melting body. She quivered just thinking about the endless amount of sensual memories she had about him.

Unable to answer her right then, she said, "in due time," and nudged her eager, curious friend.

She'd met Allison the first day she'd moved to Marketa Hills in early December. Though they were different - where Marilyn was smart, Allison was known for her blond behavior, where Allison we curious, Marilyn was cautious, where Allison would sell her soul for a good pair of vintage Chanels, Marilyn wouldn't sell her soul for anything.

"Promise you'll tell me who's your dirty little secret after school?" Allison asked.

"With every juicy little moment?"

"Of course!" She exclaimed in excitement.

"Then it's a deal. After school I'll tell you who's my dirty little secret."

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Scarlet Winfrey stared at her reflection, alternating between two, beautiful designer mini dresses.

"What do you think? McQueen or McCartney?" She asked her boyfriend.

He walked over towards her and removed the red hair off of her shoulder and kissed her now-exposed neck. His kisses sent shivers down her spine as it ascended up her beautiful, pale skin until it met with her cheek.

"I think you'd look sexy in both," he whispered into her ear.

Resisting the urge to swoon, she turned around and flung her arms around his neck. Their lips met and a sexy, passionate mouth-tango began. She kissed him long and hard, savoring the mint taste of his mouth.

Her hand grazed his defined cheekbone, down to his chest where she felt the rabid beating of his heart. She stopped their kiss to look down at his chest, then back to his breathtaking eyes, which looked nervous and flustered.