Becoming a stripper or taking part in what most people would term as 'prostitution' was never my dream. Becoming a hooked drug addict was never part of my future plans either. I had always been another normal ambitious teenager with a dream to have...
"Katie are you sure about this blouse?" I asked as i turned to the mirror once again. "I just met the guy I don't want him think that I'm too desperate".
"What's wrong with the blouse Amy? Its not like you're naked. You look great" Katie said to me.
"The whole outfit just screams desperate, I mean these pants are showing every detail of my body and the blouse is sheer for Christ sake" I huffed. "I might as well right trying too hard on my forehead".
I was dressed in a white sleeveless sheer blouse with black polka dots, a tight black leather pants with plain 4 inches black pumps and a black leather jacket.
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"So the outfit is a bit sexy? What's wrong with being sexy Amy? Isn't the whole point of going on the date with Matt, is to look good for him?"
"Who says I want to look good for him?" I asked raising a brow at her.
"Don't you?" Katie asked back raising her brow as well. "I thought you like him"
"I don't him enough to like him, but I do find him attractive" I said as I applied a shade of dark brown lipstick to my lips.
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