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Priscilla

Ready for a new addiction? It’s not like you have a choice anyway. Since the moment my feet hit the floor, I’ve been getting everything my heart desires. The world wraps around the finger of the beautiful things. According to my lasted little fool, I am one of them. You see, I am a collector of men. Not any men though. The ones who can do things for me… Money, materialistic trinkets, and even on rare occasions, cocks. My parents named me Priscilla, but my friends call me Prissy. They claim it’s more fitting for my personality. I would have to agree.

I am the definition of beauty. The eye candy that fits perfect on your arm, but never doubt that this Queen has brains to go along with it all. Back in high school I was the head cheerleader, the homecoming queen, and I wore the crown at the prom. Get the picture here? I am always going to be the girl that was untouchable to the losers, burnouts, and nerds. I had one class of men on my mind. Teachers and the Principal. To be honest, the man in charge was my main focus. I am very selfish, and will always choose success over anything else.

Bent over the Principals desk, he ate my ass while I took notes off his computer. He kept details on everyone in the school. I filled my little black book with everything I need for blackmail. The only way I get off is to have the power to destroy your world. Will I, or won’t I? All that depends on you. I can share a few of my favorite things to chat about. Roleplay, Blackmail, Tease, Denial, and Conniving little Gold-digger. If you’re not scared yet, then you should be. Ask yourself this. Do you want to play along, or do you have the balls to take me down?

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