Lovesick Girls

Chapter 2: Didn't Wanna Be A Princess, I'm Priceless

Jennie
October 3rd - 10:16 pm

I hate having to deal with being left on read. Minho wanted to meet me tomorrow, but then when I asked if he was to talk to me, he doesn't reply. Dick!
I got back into my black panties and bra, sliding on my black, lace kimono and black fuzzy high heel slippers. I also grabbed my baggie of spliffs and my lighter, heading outside on my balcony.
Minho and I met last year when we went were at a concert and both ran into each other as we were trying to find the bathroom. It was pretty hot in the venue, both of us looking sweaty. But I think he liked me sweaty. That and the fact I was wearing a holter top and very short shorts.
Oddly though, I liked his vibe. He didn't want to instantly want to jump into my pants. He didn't give me a second look at me and my gothic aesthetic. He even liked my very blonde hair. And he was kind of a classic guy, wearing a polo, khakis, and penny loafers. He looked like an Uber Christian and the exact opposite of who I didn't go for.
He wasn't that though. He chatted me up.
We went into the bathroom to hear better; it was a unisex bathroom. We talked about our interests, our jobs, our beliefs, everything.
I eventually pulled out some of my spliffs I had in my black backpack purse and he asked for one.
"You can share with me." I told him in a joking stern voice. "I don't give freebies."
          "How much then?" Minho had asked, smirking as he pulled out his wallet. "I got money."
          I let out a chuckle, darting my eyes off the the left and then looked back. "I kinda wanted you to share with me though."
          "It's that all you wanted to share?"
          "What do you mean by that?" I asked, a little dumbfounded at the statement.
          And as I asked this, he moved over, stroking my jawline with his long, thin, and surprisingly soft fingers. "I think you know what I mean."
          And that was it, we went at it. We got in the stall, which with the rest of the restroom looked like some grudge inspired magazine shoot. It was the type of place hookups happened often, especially since the bathroom graffiti proclaimed many different things.
          Unlike most guys I hookup with, this was actually passionate, caring. He didn't try and just get himself off. He went at a pace for both of us to get off. And we were there for a while, mostly I missed half the concert for this; I didn't mind since I came with a friend.
            Ping
            My phone let out a tone as I was half way trough my spliff.
Unlocking the screen, I see Farris, which I stomp out the bud and enter the apartment, tossing off the kimono and pull up video chat, calling Farris.
He happens to be one of my top clients. We first meet in my OnlyFans and we started to chat a lot. I gave him my premium SnapChat and we have grown close. So he and I have cybersex a lot.
All the sudden he appears on my phone and I set it on my stand and I sit on my bed, my body out. He has golden brown with loose curl Afro, his light tan skin exposed from not wearing a shirt. He also had blue-green eyes with hazel innards of his pupils. And since he had his camera back, I could see his red boxer briefs, his long, thin legs, and his large feet and thankfully they look nice; I find a guy with ugly feet kind of gross.
"So what's up with you, my princess?" Farris said.
That makes me roll my eyes.
"I'm not a princess. Calling me that makes me feel like either your my dad or I'm your whore. I'm priceless, remember that." I told him, brushing my blonde hair over my shoulder. "Just bored. What about you?"
"Honestly? Kinda horny.....but I think I'm more lonely." Farris said, putting his hair up in a bun.
I smirk. "Oh really? Your horny?"
"Yeah, but I'm more lonely than anything. I code all day and work on computers all day. Then I come him to nobody." Farris said, seeming to really want to talk about this.
        So I give him my two cents.
"I live alone. I don't have that problem." I told him, smirking. "I rather it be that way."
I've always been like that. My parents were both in the entertainment industry and they kept me sheltered from it. So I lived with Nannies that I barely saw after I ate dinner. No friends as well since I was homeschooled, since my parents didn't want paparazzi hounding me all the time or crazy fans getting near me. But really I didn't have an issue with it. I like it.
"Really? I don't think that's true."
"What do you mean? I really don't care." I protested; being psychoanalyzed was a big fucking turn off for me.
"Well, you mind helping me get off then." Farris asked with a sweet tone.
       Like most my clients, he wanted to butter me up.
"I thought you'd never ask."
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Thanks for earlier, I really need that, Farris had text me while I had showered. He had Venmoed me a hundred for my extra service and I then pugged my phone up to charge for the night.
I pull my covers over me as I get ready for bed, all nice and clean from a shower. Settling in my spot on my bed. My phone lights up.
I pick up the phone and unlock it once more and see Minho had post a photo to Instagram. It was him and a girl with pink hair. They are at the beach and they are buried in the sand, heads, hands, and feet sticking out of the sand and the post said "Rosé and I at the beach. Happy Anniversary, Babe."
I shut it off and toss my phone on my nightstand, curling on my side and let it all go, crying. Farris had to go and talk about being lonely and even payed me for what we did and then my crush posts that. And at two in the fucking morning of all things. Those fucking jackasses.
All I wished for was for my prince was with me right now and not with her.