Twinkle, Twinkle little Slut

Chapter One - Take a ride

HII! :) Thanks for joining me on another story :) I really hope you enjoy this one. It's not the usual I would write but I got the idea, brainstormed it and this is the result:) I hope you like it:) The chapters are pretty short, just because it's a short story type thing:) PLEASE enjoyy <3 <3

When you see a passage engulfed in ***** stars then that's a flashback :) Thanks for reading xP

"Need a ride?" I stare down at the guy looking at me from the drivers seat. I walk up to his car, in my 6 inch stilleto heels, and bend forward, leaning my elbows on the open window ledge. My dress clutches my body tightly, and curves in showing my slightly curved hips. Being a V neck, the dress forms my cleavage, and pushes it up, making it really visible, but sexy. Of course, the guy doesn't resist his urge to check it out, and stares at it as if it were a piece of fine art. The dress, being so short, shows off a little of my ass when I bend forward and gives anyone who looks a little glimpse of my crimson thongs.

"I need a place to stay," I say in a sexy tone, my tounge licking the tips of my teeth. He looks at me with a glint in his eye, then points to the passenger seat,

"Hop in sexy," he winks. I slowly walk around the car, swinging my hips. I open the passenger door and slowly step in, giving him a quick show of my undies. I can see that he saw, this usually gets me the tips. 

"What brings you here georgeous?" he asks me flirtaciously.

"Guys like you," I reply, winking at him. "So where do you live big boy?" I say as he starts the engine. He gives me a quick look and starts driving. He takes one hand off the steering wheel and places it on my thigh, tracing it up my leg, slips it under my dress and into my panties. He slowly slips them off and pulls them down my legs, his fingers trace up my thigh again and he looks me in the eye, though his side vision never leaves the road. He starts working his fingers down below and I moan, enjoying the pleasure. 

"Somewhere we can be alone," he smirks and gives me a quick look, winking. The spark in his eyes is still there.

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"So what are you planning on doing with your life Jasmine?" Work experience, the one thing I have been looking forward too since freshman year. First the interview, now the real work. The lady looked at me sharply. Her eyes were piercing through me, her stare was making my whole body shiver. Though I know I need to stay strong so I reply in a calm, proffesional voice. 

"Well, I've always dreamed of being famous, on a stage with a microphone, singing my heart out...-"

"Oh, so you sing?"

"Yes, but that's just a dream of mine. I sing for a few concerts but mainly for fun." I smile at the lady. "I actually want to be a marine biologist, or a lawyer."

 "Interesting... So, Jasmine, Why do you want to be... a Marine Biologist?"

"Well, since I was a little girl, I've always loved anything to do with the ocean, the animals inside of it and stuff," Stuff? Jasmine really? "Eeh, I mean, yeah," Pull yourself together! "Well, it fascinates me. The ocean and its inhabitants," Now you're repeating things... UGHH! This is hard... I frown.

 "And what about a lawyer? Why do you want to be a lawyer?" She asks sternly.

 "Well, my father is a lawyer, it interests me. All the things to do with law and I've always wanted to be my own woman, get a job, get the money in to the house myself and not live off my husband," If I ever get one, I add in my head. "And law interests me a lot. My father has already been looking into law schools for me to go to." I smile at her, hoping I've accomplished whatever I came here for. I don't see why we need the interviews when Job experience is just pulling a piece of paper from a hat. I guess the use of this is just to get an idea of what you really want to be when you grow up. Plan your future wisely, or it might just go down the drain.

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"I don't kiss on the lips," I say whilst struggling to unbotton his shirt. He had a very toned and defined body. His hair was brown and ruffled, it didn't pass his ear lobes. His smile was warm and welcoming and his voice was as sweet as those sweet cherries. He was the handsomest of guys that had ever picked me up.

 "And why not?" He says, his fingers lightly tilting up my chin to look in his eyes. Those eyes with the glint.

 "It means too much. And anyway, a kiss has to be meaningful and filled with love." I say, finally unbuttoning his shirt. He was now half exposed, his whole body showing. He was very tanned and had a fit body, he was really sexy. "Purple, green, blue, orange or red?" I say feeilng around in my bra for the packet of condoms I have on me every time. 

He rips off my shirt with no problem and very professionally undoes my bra. He leans forward, trying to kiss my lips.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" I say, pulling back. He just shrugs it off and pretends like nothing happens. He pulls my bra off and lays his hands on my breasts. They were very warm and comforting, as weird as it sounds. His light touch made me shiver. Something about him was different. I leant down and kissed his chest, picking up the condoms, that were now laying on the floor, to choose from.

 "Surprise me," He says with a wink. I pick out a red one, strawberry. I start kissing his neck and rip his shirt off in one instance. I throw it to the side and lean forward, kissing his chest and tracing it down with my fingers. I start undoing his trousers, with no problem, I slip them off. He lays back, smiles cheekily and enjoys the ride.