R.P.W Files

The Bitches' Angels

[Story's cover photo is not credited to the author but to the real owner. Picture used is retrieved from google and has been edited. Thank you so much.]

"You are forty-five minutes late, Zach." A stern voice said from behind the couch, she was standing and holding a cup of brewed coffee. Sitting on the said couch was another lady, busy on her cellphone while chewing her cherry gum. The whole room was having a dark purplish aura and strawberry scented candles lit up along the corners. The young girl named Zach remove her fur coat and put it on the rack beside her, "Sorry Stace. I attended a meeting concerning my gang."

"Concerning your what!? What the hell did I just heard? A gang!?" The lady with a cup of coffee inquired, widening and tilting her eyes towards Zach.

"You had a gang?" Asked the other lady on the couch, lifting her gaze calmly from her phone. Zach sighed and sat her butt up across the couch. "Yes, Leanne."

"Jesus! Are you dumb!?" Stacey furiously growled, her coffee almost spilled. Zach, however, just rolled her eyes on her. "No, you're just overreacting there."

"Hey, you watch you--"

"Woah, what the heck are you wearing?"

Zach scanned her friend's clothes with a frown on her face. Stacey was wearing a long black robe, white brallette and dolphin shorts inside. She then looked at Leanne whose also wearing the same with Stacey but no robe hanging on her shoulders. Figuring it out she said, "no freaking way."

"Yes in the fucking way, honey. Besides, we already got a slot for you." Leanne said sweetly, making Zach groan in disgust. "I am just fifteen!"

"I'm sixteen and Stacey's seventeen." Leanne mocked, making a high five with Stacey whose now sitting on the arm rest of the couch. Zach licked her lips in frustration and ran her fingers through her hair. "Why did you dragged me here?"

"To have fun, of course. We're trio, what do you expect?" Stacey quickly answered with a roll of her eyes. "Besides, Lance is the host." The lady added and giggle like a ten year old kid ogling at her crush. Leanne and Zach stared at Stacey with a disgusting look plastered on their faces.

"Stop looking at me like that." Stacey scoffed. The other two looked at her unbelievingly.

"Quit acting like a kid, then." Leanne lectured which in return, made Stacey face-mock her while walking towards the wardrobe before rummaging her own clothes. After several minutes, she threw the same outfit but different color into Zach's lap. "Are you sure about this? We're all underage."

"Underage my ass," Stacey said. "We won't get caught, I swear."

"Yep. Besides, other peeps whose same age as ours are going too." Leanne added before nodding at Zach's direction.

Zachandrea, looking defeated, slowly stands up from the couch and went inside the comfort room to change her clothes. She's pretty sure some of her colleagues will see her wearing this piece of clothing her friends gave. But then again, she had no choice.