Chapter XIII
"Maturing"
Part 50
“Did you bitches use up all my Juvederm?!”
Anna's eyes darted from Kitty’s glossy swollen dick-suckers to Melissa’s freshly puffed pout , and for a brief, dangerous moment, she looked genuinely betrayed—like someone had stolen her thunder, bottled it, and injected it into two wannabe dolls without so much as a thank-you.
Her own lips filled with permanent implant—normally the biggest, boldest billboard in the room—suddenly felt… a bit conservative... ugh..
“Might be time to go supersize again… fuck it.”
But the dramatic flare faded fast as she whipped a fistful of glossy boutique bags into the center of the room like she was dealing cards at a strip-club poker night.
“Okay, okay, I’m not mad,” she said with her signature playful-and-lustful smirk. “You little bitches wanna play grown-up mistresses? I brought toys.”
Out came a swirl of sin: corsets that laced tighter than morals, latex dresses , gloves that belonged in a dungeon, not a dressing room.
“Now let’s see if you can actually wear this shit, or if you’re just two overfilled muffins pretending to be sluts.”
She clapped her hands once. “Chop chop, nuns!”
Then she spun on the heels that had walked over better women and pointed at her mother, who stood like a deer in a silicone factory.
“Come on, Mom! Take a picture of us—make sure we look like daughters you can’t show in public.”
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