TM # 187: Vindication FTW
I have to say fucking vindication. See here’s the thing, back home in Iowa the boys loved me and the girls hated me. I mean because I fucked their boyfriend or whatever they all had this idea that I’d end up knocked up, alone and on welfare by the time I was eighteen. I may be blonde but I’m not fucking stupid. I’ve had an IUD since I was sixteen and no one touches me without a condom. I don’t care how drunk I am.
So last year at Christmas I went home for the first time since I moved to Vegas. Yeah, I’m a stripper and occasionally a coke head but my life is kinda glamorous. And to a bunch of Midwest, corn fed house wives who have a passel of kids way too young…I might as well be fucking Angelina Jolie.
So I pulled up in a rented convertible, a blouse cut down to there, amazing new tits, leather pants and a pair of stripper heels that set tongues wagging. Yeah they were saying nasty, hateful things but they were gonna anyway and I saw the fucking envy in their eyes.
Fucking vindication. Best feeling ever.
So last year at Christmas I went home for the first time since I moved to Vegas. Yeah, I’m a stripper and occasionally a coke head but my life is kinda glamorous. And to a bunch of Midwest, corn fed house wives who have a passel of kids way too young…I might as well be fucking Angelina Jolie.
So I pulled up in a rented convertible, a blouse cut down to there, amazing new tits, leather pants and a pair of stripper heels that set tongues wagging. Yeah they were saying nasty, hateful things but they were gonna anyway and I saw the fucking envy in their eyes.
Fucking vindication. Best feeling ever.