Cold Beauty
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
705
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
“Oh, yes,” she panted, “Fuck, yes. You know how I like it.”
She was pinned against the wall, hands above her head, legs locked around the waist of the man thrusting into her; who he was, she didn’t know nor did she particularly care. Suddenly, the door flew open. The man stopped mid-thrust, body frozen in fear.
The girl against the wall sighed, watching as her mirror image appeared in the doorway.
“Hurry the hell up, unless you want Dad to be the next one at the door,” Jazmyn stated clearly, moving about the room as if the was nothing going on.
A quick nod and a few thrusts later, the man ejaculated, quickly pulled on his pants and left the room.
Fixing herself up, the girl sat in front of the vanity, lit a cigarette, and set about the task of doing her hair and makeup. When she was done, she studied herself in the mirror. Long multi-tonal brown hair, smooth caramel colored skin, offset by golden brown eyes with flecks of green within them.
At first glance, one would think she was in her early twenties, possibly a model, who went to posh parties all the time. They would never guess at what she truly was.
Sixteen year old Brazilia Hallowell was but a mere teenage girl, born into near poverty and set to inherit millions.
Brazilia turned from the vanity to face her sister, the last drags of her cigarette burning in her hand.
“Why are we doing the shit again?”
She put the cigarette out then got up to play with her sister’s hair. “I never understood why you dyed your hair,” Brazilia commented, running her fingers through the only thing different between them. “And red and black at that. I mean… I would understand if you highlighted it, or even added colored streaks, but your full head Jazmyn.”
Jazmyn stood and walked toward the door, readily ignoring her sister’s comments. Her voice trailed behind her as she exited the room. “Let’s go Brazilia.”
Brazilia stood, a smile appearing on her face. “Yes,” she said, smoothing out her dress, “Let’s.”
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“Oh, yes,” she panted, “Fuck, yes. You know how I like it.”
She was pinned against the wall, hands above her head, legs locked around the waist of the man thrusting into her; who he was, she didn’t know nor did she particularly care. Suddenly, the door flew open. The man stopped mid-thrust, body frozen in fear.
The girl against the wall sighed, watching as her mirror image appeared in the doorway.
“Hurry the hell up, unless you want Dad to be the next one at the door,” Jazmyn stated clearly, moving about the room as if the was nothing going on.
A quick nod and a few thrusts later, the man ejaculated, quickly pulled on his pants and left the room.
Fixing herself up, the girl sat in front of the vanity, lit a cigarette, and set about the task of doing her hair and makeup. When she was done, she studied herself in the mirror. Long multi-tonal brown hair, smooth caramel colored skin, offset by golden brown eyes with flecks of green within them.
At first glance, one would think she was in her early twenties, possibly a model, who went to posh parties all the time. They would never guess at what she truly was.
Sixteen year old Brazilia Hallowell was but a mere teenage girl, born into near poverty and set to inherit millions.
Brazilia turned from the vanity to face her sister, the last drags of her cigarette burning in her hand.
“Why are we doing the shit again?”
She put the cigarette out then got up to play with her sister’s hair. “I never understood why you dyed your hair,” Brazilia commented, running her fingers through the only thing different between them. “And red and black at that. I mean… I would understand if you highlighted it, or even added colored streaks, but your full head Jazmyn.”
Jazmyn stood and walked toward the door, readily ignoring her sister’s comments. Her voice trailed behind her as she exited the room. “Let’s go Brazilia.”
Brazilia stood, a smile appearing on her face. “Yes,” she said, smoothing out her dress, “Let’s.”
A/N: Please review.