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her face falls at his words for while she isn't fully sure what he means, evangeline has a pretty good feeling of what an inspection might entail. and yet, she nods her understanding, knowing that there isn't any other option but agree. at least not if she wants trent to believe that she really hasn't committed any sins. "i understand", she says, voice trembling slightly as rosy lips try to form a reassuring smile (and barely manage it), "like i said, i am prepared to do whatever is necessary to cleanse my name and proof that i haven't strayed from our path." dainty fingers tug strands of golden hair behind her right ear, desperately trying to gloss over the fact of how nervous she really is. "what do you need me to do?"

her fear is palpable, and it has his cock stirring beneath his holy garb. trent keeps himself in check, carefully repositioning his clothing to conceal the slowly growing bulge. "i'll have to do an inspection of sorts." he tells her, putting on a tone that sounds as if he's lamenting the fact that he has to go this far. "based off the things i've been hearing it's the only way i can be sure that you haven't strayed down the path of sin." it's a bold faced lie, but he doubts evangeline will challenge him when all she wants now is to clear her name and prove her innocence. "you understand right? i just want to make sure that on of my most devout hasn't fallen into sin."

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in spite of her current frustration, lacey couldn't help but smile at zoe's casual comment. for a proud girl like her, compliments and flattery had always been her weak spot and zoe's words were no exception to that rule. before she could say anything in response or answer her unanswered question, zoe already headed straight towards the kitchen, the gaze from those doe-brown hues following her every step. pearly whites dug into a plump bottom lip, gnawing on it, as she let zoe's words sink in, dainty fingers wrapping around the glass of wine which was desperately needed at this point. "was she really that bad?", the blonde couldn't help but ask, lapping up every piece of information of how other girls had done worse than her before while taking small sips of her wine. to be perfectly honest, it wasn't even about sadie personally - she was a dumb bitch and a pain in the ass, but she wasn't one of the worst when it came to the hazing -, but hearing just how much worse the other girls had felt was like balm for her soul (and her wounded ego) right now. "maybe it's silly, but i just thought it'd be more fun? like i get it's a job and all and that i'm basically his toy, but...", lacey shrugged, pert nose scrunched, "i guess my expectations were simply different." maybe she should really stop complaining and just drink her wine for she really didn't want to be like all of those other girls, didn't want to be all pathetic. "it probably just takes some more time getting used to it all than i figured."

"you've been getting a lot of attention." there was no shock, no anger, no attempt to dismiss lacey's concerns — but immediately, zoe's sympathetic ear was looking for ways to re-frame, minimise and justify. "you're new, and you're pretty — really pretty, by the way; just look at you..." it was the most genuine thing she'd said since lacey knocked at her door, and zoe didn't oversell as she took a moment to brush a golden lock behind the younger girl's ear, admiring her glowing skin and glossy hair. the essentially unlimited beauty budget was one of the job's most obvious perks, and she'd be crazy not to let it speak for itself. "... and he wants to play with you. oh, do you want—?" she silently decided on the answer to her own question without even finishing it, and stood up to step into her kitchen. the room was open-plan, and zoe continued her spiel over the countertop as she fetched a bottle of wine with two glasses.

"my point is, everybody's always jealous of the new girl, and everybody always gets over it." returning to the couch, she handed a glass to lacey for a clink. "cheers. believe me, every last one of those girls has sat right where you are now, feeling exactly what you're feeling — and not many of them lasted as long as you have without knocking on my door." you're better at this than the girls who are giving you grief. "i swear to god, sadie used to spend so much time crying in my kitchen i had to up the kleenex order for the whole resort." not exactly an inspiring way for a manager to talk about an employee, but zoe brushed it off like it was nothing. you get it. we're on the same wavelength. we think the girls who can't handle this job are just being dramatic — don't we? "trust me, if she can make it, you have nothing to worry about."

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i'm getting a puppy tomorrow (so crazy that it's finally happening after over a year of waiting 🥺) and my mom comes over today to help me pick her up tomorrow so activity is probably going to be spotty for a few days until my new baby & i figure out to live together.

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"i could have all i ever wanted if you hadn't kidnapped me in the first place, so that argument really isn't as strong as you may think it is", anastasia said, mirroring his annoyed eye roll with one of her one. maybe, just maybe, a part of her was actually enjoying their constant bickering and arguing, was actually getting off on the patronizing way he repeatedly talked to her as if she was stupid. it was safe to say that she'd never had good taste in men (there was a reason, after all, for why red was her favorite color), but considering the whole kidnapping aspect, jude clearly took the crown. "i mean you did have to go through all of that trouble to kidnap dear old me, so....", the little smirk gracing her lips at the implication of her words hanging so heavily in the air was clearly more than enough to make it obvious what exactly her answer to that question was. raising her middle-finger at the insinuation that she couldn't read, ana tilted her head to the side, a cocky - provocative - smirk seemingly omnipresent on her lips. the gaze from emerald orbs sought his, keeping their gazes locked as she spread her legs just barely enough to be considered following his orders, the unspoken challenge roaring its head loudly.

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jude cared little for her complaining, barely managing to hide an annoyed eye roll. "you know you could have had more than magazines, if you'd actually behaved like i told you to then who knows what you might have right now." it was a rather laborious process, attempting to break her down and then build her up the way he preferred. but jude was nothing if not determined. "you don't have to pay bills, pet. you don't have to worry about anything down here and yet you're mouthing off? jesus fucking christ." maybe it was that fire in her that had his cock hardening, the way she looked at him, how she wanted to hate him but maybe didn't. "you think i couldn't have any other woman i wanted? c'mon ana, i know you're dumb but you have some braincells left." chuckled dryly at her weak insult, still palming himself as he decided to approach her, she clearly wasn't going to crawl to him like jude would have liked. "can you even read? i gave them to you so you could look at the pictures, but hey . . . when you're finished them i'll swap 'em out for something a little more inspiring." a few hardcore magazines, a couple of nasty videos repeatedly playing on that shitty tv he had brought down for her. "listen, it's been a fucking day and i don't have the patience for this bullshit right now stop trying to act out and spread your legs, slut."

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"if you told me the truth, you don't have anything to be worried about now, do you?", cameron responded with feigned innocence, "the more you argue, the more it seems like you have something to hide, iris. are you a liar on top of a slut, hmm?" to be perfectly honest, she didn't even fully care about the truth at this point, simply enjoying all of this too much to let it go, to not (ab-)use their family's fucked-up beliefs for her personal gain. a soft hum of appreciation pearled from rosy lips as her younger sister so obediently spread her legs for her, granting her even better access to her sweet pussy. head tilted to the side as the dyed-blonde eyed the glorious sight in front of her, finger spreading the slick folds for a moment, to have her allegedly tight hole wink at her. "i know you're flirting with boys, iris, people talk", cameron purred, playfully teasing her pink bud with her thumb, "i wouldn't be surprised if you were spreading your legs for them like this as well." not that she's half as innocent as she pretends to be around her parents, but considering how she had never shown any interest in boys, it hadn't really mattered as long as she played the role of the dutiful daughter convincingly enough. "if you admit now that you let them fuck you, i might keep it to myself."

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the only thing worse than cameron's inspections was when her parents took her place. iris couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been terrified of what they may find, how they would react if even a slight looseness was felt around their digits or her father's cock. "n — no, cameron i told you, i've been good and . . . and it's just a body reaction, right? some kind of biological thing." her heart hammered inside her chest, desperately willing her petite body to stop betraying her. a moan that may have been mistaken as a whine escaped soft lips as her sister continued touching, rubbing her fingers against iris' slick pussy. "cameron", now she was whining, obediently opening her legs further as they shook. "i've been good, daddy can tell you how good i've been. it's tight", or hopefully so. iris may have gotten on her knees for the dark haired boy down the street a few nights ago, but none of that would be revealed from inspecting her pulsing cunt, clit now throbbing as her sibling took her sweet time ensuring she remained pure. would cameron tell their parents about the growing wetness between her thighs?

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"well, that's because this lesson is fucking bullshit, just as this punishment is", lola snarled, every fibre of her being radiating annoyance as her movements tugged on the metal chain. with a pointed eye-roll, the raven-haired scoffed, her disbelief of monroe's intentions obvious from that sound alone. honestly, this situation was so fucking unfair it made her want to scream, but there wasn't really anything lola could do about it right now, was there? sure, she could continue to snarl at her darling step-sister, could continue to insult her (and it'd surely be some sort of comfort), but there was no denying that this relief would be fleeting at best. there was no guarantee playing nice would achieve anything but make her toes curl in disgust of herself but not playing along would definitely make it worse. "fine", the sigh with which that sound of agreement left her lips left no doubts just how much she was hating this, everything about this, really, and that patronizing pet most of all, "you're kind of pretty." monroe was fucking hot and they both knew it, but admitting that would be pushing it a bit much. "happy now, sis?"

BUZZING FROM HER RARE SENSE OF SUPERIORITY, brunette would be remiss to let the moment pass without celebrating her victory. as long as she'd known her stepsister, even back when they were only connected through their shared friend group, there had been nothing but resentment and distrust planted between them. and despite now being united in their victimhood, the pair still couldn't find the path to peace. their captor's sick expectations had done little to mend the rife, but even if he had encouraged harmony between them, the girls agreeing to it was even less likely than an escape from this place. "that isn't very nice of you." she slowly shook her head, clucking her tongue as her fingers curled around the metal chain. "blaming your bad behaviour on me. it doesn't sound like you're learning your lesson from this punishment, sis." but, of course, the other was right. that desperate to get herself out of trouble, monroe would have done anything to earn his trust back, so dragging lola to the chopping block as a sacrifice provided no moral conflict at all. "don't worry, i'll play fair." the lie was delivered with a smile as she gave a light tug of the leash, her other hand reaching over and petting atop her plaything's head. "but only if you say something nice to me first. go on. you can do it."

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gracie's response earned her a broad smile that's oozing with pride and affection. "glad to hear that, gracie", he said, words accompanied by additional gentle strokes of her lower back, "i almost thought you didn't want to spend time with me anymore. that you're too cool to hang out with your uncle any longer." the way the corners of his mouth remained curled into a little smile took the edge of his words, made them more teasing than reproachful. "you haven't watched a horror movie before?", words were laced with amusement as anthony raised one eyebrow questioningly - not that he was actually surprised. his niece seemed very much like the sort of girl who preferred wholesome disney movies to horror and gore (and porn), but that was precisely what he liked about her so much, what made this all the more enjoyable. slowly and casually, his thick fingers began stroking the inside of her thigh, seemingly not paying any attention to what he was doing at all, gaze fixed on the screen for a moment before her question diverted his full attention back to her. "show him doing what exactly?", he asked, a hint of amusement to his words as his fingertips boldly tipped further onto the inside of her thighs. "i'm not going to spoil the movie for you, gracie, what fun would that be?", he added with a soft shake of his head, "but let me just say that this is one of my favorite movies." precisely because of how macabre and fucked-up it was to have the villain fuck the girl first before killing her. "you're going to enjoy it, don't worry." he'd make sure of that. as if to prove his point, his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer against him so that his hardening length was pressing against her ass as the digits of his other hand crept further up the inside of her thigh.

AS SOON AS ANTHONY SAID IT, the guilt slammed down heavy on gracie. here she was being a little drama queen over an adult movie when all her uncle wanted was to catch up like old times. this was so silly of her - so juvenile. it didn't matter that she wasn't finding enjoyment in his idea of entertainment, she knew she didn't have the heart to walk away from his form of bonding either. "n-no, uncle tony, i don't want to end it." her cheeks burned peach as she shook her head at the older male, panic easing from the welcomed sensation of his fingers tracing over her back. "i want to watch it with you, i swear. i've just never seen a movie like this before." against her better judgement, the girl permitted her gaze to turn back to the tv just in time to witness the on-screen pursuer slicing off his victim's dirtied clothes with his sharp blade. feeling a mix of concern and curiosity at the character's exposed form being molested by the villain, heat grew between her slender thighs, his casual touch resting there doing little to help the conflict her body was going through. "it's not going to..." lids batted heavy and slow, peering over at her uncle from the corner of wide eyes. "it's not going to actually show him doing anything, is it?"

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Thinking about being touched so slowly and gently that it’s almost torturous.. Fingers gently gliding over you while you’re dripping wet, just enough that you feel desperate for more, whining pathetically, & trying to grind back on their hand but being denied. Being held down and told to stop fucking moving this isn’t for you.

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rosy lips are curled into the soft hint of a smile as kalea snuggles up against her, obviously seeking comfort in her arms and from her touch. "you should be sorry", cameron purrs, voice continuously soft despite the cruelty of her words. it's a strategy she's practiced to perfection over the past years that she's gone from naive girl to being valuable part of their family. "i really thought you've known better at this point. we've been through this how many times?" her words are laced with something much worse than anger: disappointment. "i just you were becoming one of us, i guess that's on me", she sighs, fingers stroking the raven-black tresses gently, "maybe i'm expecting too much." or maybe she should just stop continuing to get kalea into trouble - but to her, that isn't even an actual option, the cult's ideas and beliefs to deeply ingrained in her every fibre of being (just as the inherent desire for power). head tilts to the side as kalea begins to plead, facial expression unreadable through-out. her sweet pleas are downright music to cameron's ears, creating a tingling sensation of anticipation (and arousal) in her lower stomach. humming, cameron caresses kalea's cheek thoughtfully as if still pondering the question whether she should help her out or not. as if she could ever truly turn her down. with the softest of sighs, she then finally nods in agreement. "i'll always help you", she proclaims with a coy smile, giving the other's cheek another gentle caress before exerting a bit more pressure, pushing her down gently. "get on your knees for me, kalea", she orders with contrary sweetness, "let me help you. you know what to do, don't you?"

tears have long since flooded her eyes and painted her cheeks, the skin of her ass and thighs burning and likely glowing red beneath the material of her dress. it was humiliating, to be bent over and punished in front of the leaders, in front of cameron. yet she knows that the blonde is right, that it was important, a way to rid her of all the sinful nature that still resided in her body. "i know..." she whispers into the other girl's neck, burying herself into the warmth and familiarity she provides. it's as shameful as it is relieving that she had been there — to bear witness to her penance, to hold her now, in the aftermath, as the quiet of the chapel surrounded them now that the elders had finished their task. "i'm sorry i failed again." a trembling whine that echoes as her head is pulled back, as she's forced out from her place of comfort. dark, glossy eyes are locked on cameron's face when she nods, shuddering as those lips catch her own, experienced and dominating, casting a chill down her spine before they're once more taken away. "m-may i?" the question is hesitant, uncertain. she'd eaten cameron's cunt so many times, had lapped up those juices in search of her salvation — but in moments like this, she's unsure if her mouth is even worthy. "i-...i know i don't deserve to taste you but...i need it now more than ever." needs cameron's purity to enter her body and fight her imperfections. "please, cameron. please let me eat your pussy." sniffles softly as she pleads. "please let me lick your delicious, holy pussy. please help me."

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girls were made to be groped. why do you think God gave you perky tits and a round ass perfectly shaped to fit my hands sweet pea? perfectly shaped to be squeezed, grabbed, groped and touched. that’s why it feels so good. and why you crave it so much. you were made to be touched.

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GRACE VAN PATTEN in archival Dolce & Gabbana for the Tell Me Lies Season 2 Premiere via hair stylist Bobby Eliot

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a high-pitched (obviously drunk) giggle immediately filled the room as soon as blair strutted into their living room, platform heels clicking loudly on the floor. "babyyyyy", she purred, shoes getting kicked off her feet carelessly before gracefully draping herself over oakley's lap without so much as a warning, "you should have come with me today. we had the best of times. the bellinis were literally the best i've ever had." as pretty much evident from her currently intoxicated state - though it was safe to say that, during the drive back home, the blonde had already sobered up quite a bit - she's been in much worse state at the restaurant. hips ground down against his as she began kissing him eagerly, horny as always when she was a bit intoxicated and she'd already waited far too long to feel his hands on her in her current mood.

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patiently (even if it's killing her on the inside), lucia waited for veda to fully grasp what she'd just said, the implications hanging in the air so heavily that it was getting hard for her to breathe. every second now, veda could easily get her into the biggest trouble she'd ever been in or take a step towards making all of those fucked-up fantasies of her come true. and so the relief, when the dark-haired beauty steps closer toward her, is downright palpable, an immense weight lifted from her slim shoulders. immediately, the hint of a smirk finds its way onto rosy lips, head tilting to the side. "well, that's a good start", lucia says with a nod, "proper motivation is the first step in the right direction." the implication of how it alone won't be enough is impossible to overhear. "i'm afraid just holding a presentation or writing another essay isn't going to cut it, though." she pauses, purposefully leaving the room for veda to come up with some creative ideas of her own. "come here, veda", the words leave her lips are barely more than a purr, far too low and seductive considering the nature of their relationship so far, but her seemingly open-minded reaction has enboldened her, "i bet boy tells you literally all the time how pretty you are."

failed? failed? veda knows that she’s not a transcendent student — but she by no means lacked intelligence. she’d always been near enough to the top in her classes, though whether through natural talent or influence by her parents was a debate to be made. perhaps not quite adored enough to be a teacher's pet, she'd still managed to travel along an only slightly lower ground, one that allowed her to cruise just under the radar. she didn’t need these classes, no career she was actively chasing, at least not one college would affect, content with where she was in her life. still she desired to learn, to grow her education and herself. perhaps she had been distracted lately, perhaps the work had not been her best — but failed was not something she was willing to accept for herself. the concern and confusion etched into her features shifts, softens. did she mean? veda can’t be sure, can’t be so quick to jump to conclusions when it's her professor standing across from her, so she’s careful with her words. “i…certainly don’t wish to fail. i’m sorry that my work wasn’t up to par but…if you give me the chance, i’d like earn my grade.” she takes a step further inside, tempting fate. “i’d be happy to complete whatever steps you think are necessary.”

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"yeah, i had the best day all locked-up in here with nothing to do aside from reading those stupid magazines", anastasia said with a pointed roll of her eyes, words dripping with sarcasm, showing no signs of moving from the mattress she'd been perched on all day, "real vacation." well, compared to waiting tables at a shitty bar for the sort of money that nowhere near made up for the amount of times some asshole groped her ass, it sort of was a vacation (albeit a very boring one), but there was no fucking way she'd grant jude the satisfaction of admitting that. the way those dark eyebrows perked up at the order was as clear as a nonverbal 'make me' if there'd ever been one. "thanks but no thanks, you're so well acquainted with your right hand, why should i get between such a lovely pair? you're good on your own and don't you see? i'm real busy over here. haven't finished this one yet." as if to prove her point, she held up the magazine in her hand.

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it had been a long day and jude was in need of a release which was exactly why he dug the key from his pocket and unlocked the basement door. when practical sessions and lectures became too much she was his distraction. "knock knock!" it was a rather stupid joke, yet he still snickered to himself as he pushed open the door, immediately locking it behind him. "i hope you had a good day, because i had a s.hit one and you know what? i think you could do with making it better, sharing some of that pep with me, pet." the basement looked a lot better the more time progressed, the more docile she was, the more rewards she got ; a simple system that jude knew she'd be able to comprehend. a little slow on the uptake, his girl was. "come here", fingers snap as he began to unbuckle his belt, palming his hardness as his hues sought her out.

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an amused chuckle pearled from rosy lips at her sister's stuttering response, a dark eyebrow raised in an expression of obvious doubt. "do you want me to get mom and dad to see if they share my opinion of how you get off on this like a disgusting little slut?", cameron purred, the threat hanging heavily in the air, "because i'm pretty sure you won't like that outcome." who really knew what fucked-up punishments they'd come up with if they found out just how depraved their youngest was, just how deeply sin had apparently corrupted her. "you know that i'm not done yet", she said as if the question alone was a stupid thing thing to ask, fingertips continuing to run through her sister's slick folds, "we've only just started." knee nudged between her legs, nonverbally asking iris to spread them further. "the more you complain about this, the longer it's going to take."

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"n — no i'm not . . . i promise i'm not." iris' palms pressed harder against the surface of the desk, cheeks rapidly heating as their own hands began to drift south. black skirt flipped toward her waist the femme exhaled shakily, trying to force her legs not to tremble as they touched her. it was pretty physically evident that iris was lying through her teeth, that her depraved fantasies and wants were driving her body to do the most embarrassing of things at the entirely wrong time. "pl — please, just . . . are you done yet?"

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a hint of pink blush crept into her cheeks at zoe's response. "sorry, i just needed to get out there so badly that i didn't even think about that", she replied honestly, attentively observing her as she tidied up her space. at least she didn't kick her out, as inconvenient as the sudden interruption to her evening might be, and that counted for something, right? instinctively, lacey couldn't help but wonder if zoe would have been so forgiving if it was any of the other girls and for the sake of her own bruised ego, she decided that no, she probably wouldn't have been. and so the little grin slowly making its way onto her lips as she sat down on the couch after locking the door behind her felt a little easier than the smile just had.

"i just don't know if i can do this", the words slipped through her lips with a deep sigh before lacey could bite them back, clearly not what she'd wanted to say even if that didn't make them any less true. she'd wanted to beat around the bush, not drop her doubts outright (what if it meant they kicked her out before she decided she wanted to leave on her own terms?), but as so often, her mouth was quicker than she'd have liked. "the other girls are such a pain in the ass, i feel like i'm constantly ridiculed and i haven't been allowed to cum in days. i know that's literally in the job description, at least aside from the first one, but it's just a lot." probably the understatement of the year.

"... i really wish you'd called ahead, babe." zoe wore so many different masks during the course of her work, sometimes it was difficult to figure out which one to pick. "we could have had dinner together." she already knew what this was about. it's been over a month since lacey arrived, and most girls need their first pep talk within the first couple weeks. the bimbos were easy enough to settle: let them vent, shower them with praise, eat some ice cream and watch some trashy reality tv, send them off with a pat on the ass and an attagirl. but lacey was no bimbo, and zoe had read her file cover-to-cover more than once. the sickly-sweet sunshine-and-roses 'everything's fine and you're doing great' act wasn't going to work. instead, zoe made a point of closing her work laptop and tidying up a few sheets of paperwork. this isn't convenient for me, but i'll make time for you.

"anyway. come. sit." she patted the space beside her on the couch. "oh, and lock the door behind you; i so don't have the energy to deal with any of the others tonight." this is just for you. it wasn't like any of lacey's colleagues were dumb enough to open zoe's door uninvited anyway, but the symbolism was still important. we're in here, and everybody else is out there, and that's just how i want it. "what's on your mind?"

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looking at her perfect make-up, one wouldn't even be able to begin to assume just how troubled she currently felt on the inside, just how close the blonde was to either starting to cry or throw shit - preferably at her stupid roommates' faces. to be perfectly honest, it was all just getting a bit too much. she hadn't been allowed to cum in days (despite getting constantly teased and played with), the prince seemed to love to humiliate her in front of the other girls (sure, it wasn't that much better for them, but who cared about those bitches because she certainly didn't) and lacey was slowly but surely feeling a bit caged. and with nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to using zoe as a shoulder to cry on seemed like the best possible solution.

"i hope it's okay that i just came over?", lacey asked in a gentle tone, perfectly manicured fingernails tugging a golden strand of hair behind her ear as she flashed zoe a coy smile. at least, she was only getting the best of the best beauty treatments out here - it was safe to say that she'd never looked better. "i just couldn't stay down there a second longer or it'd have gone insane. and you told me that you'd always haven open ear for me so..." nervously, she fiddled with the straps of her top, pearly white digging into a plump bottom lip.