Dealers Daughter

Dealers Daughter

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Alyssa Michelle Stephans is a rich wealthy girl living in Georgia in the year 2001. She spends her days hanging out at the country club, going shopping at her local mall, and most importantly of all she gets the opportunity to host and show new girls around at her prestigious high school. She get's called into the office and sees a tall, tan, and skinny girl with the most desired body type. As she shows the girl around she learn's new things about the girl. She is from California and her name is Diamanté Harper. After showing her around Alyssa ducks into a nearby closet and tries her hardest to push away the romantic feelings. She has never felt this way with any women. She had always thought that she was a normal straight girl. The though of being with a women made her sick to her stomach. Will she push away these feelings or embrace them? Only time will tell...
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