LaurelOneiros
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"Should I come over now"? Lici called on her phone as she hastily painted her lips, half-hunched over before the dresser mirror. "Okay, I'll be on my way." Throwing on a thick brown coat over her short top and skirt, feeling even more conspicuously undressed as her long bare legs wriggled into her heels, feeling the cool breezes brushing against them, poignantly contrasted to the warmth afforded by her long coat.
Ever since her last argument with her parent, Lici had seen a noticeable increase in the frequency of their forgetting to send her money for her art-school tuition. Not willing to back down from her position, she had searched high and low for extra cash, but with most jobs being either too difficult or time-consuming, Lici found herself still getting by financially on the skin of her teeth for the last couple months. However, a recent encounter with a past high-school classmate who she knows little about beside his name had opened her up to a new potential source of income.
He was vague about what he needed when they sat down in the cafe, talking in circles about how he wanted to hire a model for special projects, and how the job might involve activities not fit to be told to those "outside the industry." Forming some notion about his true intention, Lici had decided that it can't be anything more than what she had dealt with, drawing on her unremarkable sexual partners in the past, and so, made-up and dressed in her most revealing clothe, Lici found herself ringing the door bell of an suburban townhouse.
Ever since her last argument with her parent, Lici had seen a noticeable increase in the frequency of their forgetting to send her money for her art-school tuition. Not willing to back down from her position, she had searched high and low for extra cash, but with most jobs being either too difficult or time-consuming, Lici found herself still getting by financially on the skin of her teeth for the last couple months. However, a recent encounter with a past high-school classmate who she knows little about beside his name had opened her up to a new potential source of income.
He was vague about what he needed when they sat down in the cafe, talking in circles about how he wanted to hire a model for special projects, and how the job might involve activities not fit to be told to those "outside the industry." Forming some notion about his true intention, Lici had decided that it can't be anything more than what she had dealt with, drawing on her unremarkable sexual partners in the past, and so, made-up and dressed in her most revealing clothe, Lici found herself ringing the door bell of an suburban townhouse.
