w0ndergirl4
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Tess was ready for her life of fame and fortune to begin, unfortunately she wasn't famous or wealthy. She had spent years learning from her role models, Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton, but things just weren't working out the way she wanted. She knew fashion inside and out, she was popular, and of course, she was beautiful. But, if she ever wanted to be somebody, anybody, she needed to be able to go to the right parties and the right restaurants and she needed to be able to buy the right clothes and handbags...the right shoes, for god's sake! She'd considered trying to find an older man who had money, but if there was one thing she'd learned from Kim and Paris, you couldn't trust men not to record you having sex and then sell the tape to someone. And unfortunately, most of the rich men she had met weren't willing to give up much if she wasn't willing to put out. Why couldn't her parents be rich?
Glancing up from the fashion magazine she was reading, Tess saw her not rich parents sitting at the patio table by the back door. Jesus, dad, not the blue jean shorts again! And mom, seriously, it's time to get a new hair cut. Just because your old doesn't mean you have to give up completely. They really were clueless she thought as she brushed her long blond hair back over her shoulder and turned her attention back to her magazine.
"So what do you know about this new job?" she heard her mother's voice drifting across the short distance to the deck chair that Tess was reclined in.
"He's going to be the vice president of sales," Tess' dad answered as he reached for his glass of lemonade. "It's quite a jump for him and with the increased stock options it could mean serious money."
Serious money? Hearing those two words, Tess suddenly became interested in her parents' conversation. She sat up a little straighter and absently adjusted the front of her tiny green bikini top.
"I'm so proud of him. He's been working so hard, he deserves it," mom said, clapping her hands together gleefully.
Tess rolled her eyes. They were always proud of David. He could knock up a twelve year old crack whore while driving drunk in a stolen car and they would still be proud of him. Of course, if David really was getting a big promotion, and more money, he might just be the answer to Tess' problems. She desperately needed a pair of new heels to go with the new dress she'd bought, the only problem was the shoes were $400. And the handbag that went with the shoes was $600. But what was $1000 to a vice president of sales for a blossoming software company on the rise.
Of course, there was the fact that David had always considered Tess a spoiled little brat. Guess I'll have to turn on the charm when he gets here for dinner, the teenager thought, smiling to herself.
Tess was ready for her life of fame and fortune to begin, unfortunately she wasn't famous or wealthy. She had spent years learning from her role models, Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton, but things just weren't working out the way she wanted. She knew fashion inside and out, she was popular, and of course, she was beautiful. But, if she ever wanted to be somebody, anybody, she needed to be able to go to the right parties and the right restaurants and she needed to be able to buy the right clothes and handbags...the right shoes, for god's sake! She'd considered trying to find an older man who had money, but if there was one thing she'd learned from Kim and Paris, you couldn't trust men not to record you having sex and then sell the tape to someone. And unfortunately, most of the rich men she had met weren't willing to give up much if she wasn't willing to put out. Why couldn't her parents be rich?
Glancing up from the fashion magazine she was reading, Tess saw her not rich parents sitting at the patio table by the back door. Jesus, dad, not the blue jean shorts again! And mom, seriously, it's time to get a new hair cut. Just because your old doesn't mean you have to give up completely. They really were clueless she thought as she brushed her long blond hair back over her shoulder and turned her attention back to her magazine.
"So what do you know about this new job?" she heard her mother's voice drifting across the short distance to the deck chair that Tess was reclined in.
"He's going to be the vice president of sales," Tess' dad answered as he reached for his glass of lemonade. "It's quite a jump for him and with the increased stock options it could mean serious money."
Serious money? Hearing those two words, Tess suddenly became interested in her parents' conversation. She sat up a little straighter and absently adjusted the front of her tiny green bikini top.
"I'm so proud of him. He's been working so hard, he deserves it," mom said, clapping her hands together gleefully.
Tess rolled her eyes. They were always proud of David. He could knock up a twelve year old crack whore while driving drunk in a stolen car and they would still be proud of him. Of course, if David really was getting a big promotion, and more money, he might just be the answer to Tess' problems. She desperately needed a pair of new heels to go with the new dress she'd bought, the only problem was the shoes were $400. And the handbag that went with the shoes was $600. But what was $1000 to a vice president of sales for a blossoming software company on the rise.
Of course, there was the fact that David had always considered Tess a spoiled little brat. Guess I'll have to turn on the charm when he gets here for dinner, the teenager thought, smiling to herself.