"Okay, I'm ready. It's the red one now." I exclaimed while trying on bathing suits. "Are you fucking kidding me? If I were to try that on I'd look like a little piece of shit!" Hallie was her obviously worst critic. I on the other hand, give myself credit. Big boobs, flat stomach, good ass, what else could I ask for? And hey, Hallie isn't ugly, she's just lacking hips.
"Okay, this one comes in red, white, black, pink, and purple, but I can order it in blue online," I state but ask Hallie. If she says I should get purple, I will skin her fucking alive, she knows purple bathing suits are actual shit when it comes to fading. "I think purple is definitely the one you should get." I start to hyperventilate when Hallie interrupts. "Chill the fuck out, I was kidding damn. I know you hate how it fades." Damn she was perfect.
As we approach the register, I look down. Do I use my AmEx, gold Visa, or Master Card. The total for the four bathing suits, two sundresses, one floppy hat, and seven pairs of sandals comes out to a record low price; $1700. I usually pay so much more for summer clothes.
I pull out the Visa and pay.
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The Princess and the Pool Boy
RomanceLos Angeles's newest teen royalty has everything. A perfect car, perfect smile, hair, nails, everything is perfect. Not to mention the hot pool boy who happens to work on her property. Will it end in flames, or will their hearts lead them to love? E...
