nymphonadia
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"What kind of slut do you think I am?" Alexa gasped.
"What am I supposed to think when I find out you're selling yourself?" Danny growled.
Alexa was a freshman on the cheerleading squad at ?SU, and Danny was her boyfriend, a football star in high school who had blown an athletic scholarship after a DUI. He had driven up to the university to surprise her with a romantic weekend, only to find that she was going out on a date with a guy she had never even met that night.
"It's not like that," she screamed. "How can you even think that? It's just a date! I'm meeting him for dinner, and it's to raise money for the animal shelter!"
"Well, if he paid three hundred dollars or whatever, isn't he going to expect a little more than just dinner?"
"No," she said. "Baby, it's a tradition. It's no big deal. Everyone does it and there's no sex involved. He's just paying for my company."
"Yeah," Danny grumbled. "Isn't that what all the call girls say?"
Alexa stared at him. He stared back. He knew he had gone too far, but he was too proud and too angry to take it back. She could hardly believe what he had said. She had been faithful to him the whole semester, while he had been at home drinking and getting bitterer and bitterer. The date auction had been a tradition that the whole squad had done since the university first went coed in the 1950s. Everyone knew it wasn't about sex, it was a fun way to raise money.
Even if she did look spectacular in her little gold skirt and halter. Part of the tradition was to wear the cheerleading uniform on the date. Danny glared at her, and she glared back. Then she shook her head.
"I'm really trying to make this work," she said. "But you've been a real asshole the past few months and I don't know how much more I can take."
"I'm here, right?" he said. "I drove up here to try to make things tight, and instead I find you getting ready to go out with some guy you never even met, dressed like that?"
"That's the tradition, Danny," she said. "I have to wear my uniform. If you'd ever come to any of our games you'd know this was my uniform."
"Oh, fuck you," he said. "You know why I'm not going to the games, you dumb whore."
She froze for a second, and then burst into tears. He was being so awful. He reached out to her this time, but she knocked his hand away and opened the door. She ran out into the hall and he limped after her. He couldn't catch up with her, though, and he didn't see the cab she got into that took her downtown to meet her date.
She fixed herself up in the cab, and by the time she got out, she was looking as beautiful and sexy as ever.
"What kind of slut do you think I am?" Alexa gasped.
"What am I supposed to think when I find out you're selling yourself?" Danny growled.
Alexa was a freshman on the cheerleading squad at ?SU, and Danny was her boyfriend, a football star in high school who had blown an athletic scholarship after a DUI. He had driven up to the university to surprise her with a romantic weekend, only to find that she was going out on a date with a guy she had never even met that night.
"It's not like that," she screamed. "How can you even think that? It's just a date! I'm meeting him for dinner, and it's to raise money for the animal shelter!"
"Well, if he paid three hundred dollars or whatever, isn't he going to expect a little more than just dinner?"
"No," she said. "Baby, it's a tradition. It's no big deal. Everyone does it and there's no sex involved. He's just paying for my company."
"Yeah," Danny grumbled. "Isn't that what all the call girls say?"
Alexa stared at him. He stared back. He knew he had gone too far, but he was too proud and too angry to take it back. She could hardly believe what he had said. She had been faithful to him the whole semester, while he had been at home drinking and getting bitterer and bitterer. The date auction had been a tradition that the whole squad had done since the university first went coed in the 1950s. Everyone knew it wasn't about sex, it was a fun way to raise money.
Even if she did look spectacular in her little gold skirt and halter. Part of the tradition was to wear the cheerleading uniform on the date. Danny glared at her, and she glared back. Then she shook her head.
"I'm really trying to make this work," she said. "But you've been a real asshole the past few months and I don't know how much more I can take."
"I'm here, right?" he said. "I drove up here to try to make things tight, and instead I find you getting ready to go out with some guy you never even met, dressed like that?"
"That's the tradition, Danny," she said. "I have to wear my uniform. If you'd ever come to any of our games you'd know this was my uniform."
"Oh, fuck you," he said. "You know why I'm not going to the games, you dumb whore."
She froze for a second, and then burst into tears. He was being so awful. He reached out to her this time, but she knocked his hand away and opened the door. She ran out into the hall and he limped after her. He couldn't catch up with her, though, and he didn't see the cab she got into that took her downtown to meet her date.
She fixed herself up in the cab, and by the time she got out, she was looking as beautiful and sexy as ever.
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