The Playgirl Parker #Wattys2016
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I put on my Gucci jacket, strapped on my Jimmy Choos, ran a manicured hand through my freshly-curled hair, and applied a single stroke of my ruby red matte lipstick.
He yawned happily from the bed. "Last night was amazing." He said, with a satisfied look. "Should I make you some coffee?"
"Don't bother." I replied edgily, as my light eyebrows shot up my forehead, and a suave smirk crept onto my lips. "I'm never seeing you again, mister."
The look on his face.
This is why I do it, the sheer joy I get to see guys this way.
Ashley Chelsea Parker.
Sure, I am the Queen of Highschool, not in the innocent head cheerleader way you might be guessing, but in the 'Playgirl Parker' way.
Guys want to have me. They not just dream of the amazing night they want to spend with me in bed, but also of changing me, from a playgirl to a whipped girl. All the time, when I hook up, I pity these assholes for thinking 'As If' that could ever happen.
Girls want to be me. They dream of possessing the looks, charm, manner, popularity, talent, and all the perfection in me. And then, in anxiety to prove they actually dislike me and are not just plain jealous, they become what the other gender was born as: a dick. And I, then of course, be the bigger one. Flatter me, and I might just be nice to you if you're lucky, but just try to be at the same level as me, and I'll show you how far below you are.
But I've had enough experience with many people to know they are certified bitches. All I now bother, is to be the biggest bitch of them all.
Presenting to you, the Playgirl Parker. #1 in the Playgirl series.
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