The Don's Maid [18+]

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Positivity Corner:

Make a difference.

I wore a short back less silver sequin dress with a halter like neck. The skirt was pleated and flowy landing just bellow my hips.

Sometimes I feel really glad that I had hit the gym, my butt is really small these days, with the extra fat burned.

Sometimes I wish the fat in my boobs could burn too. I think as I look myself in the full length mirror of my closet.

The dress had a thin cut down the middle of the chest area showing a bit of skin, giving it almost a sultry look.

My hair was kinda okay but that was me saying because I didn't want to do something fancy to it. I put on some black balance heels with thick straps.

If I am going to hit the dance floor, I might as well take precautions for the outcome.

I don't fancy being tripped over and breaking my neck tonight.

The dress was a joke gift from Rico. He thought it'd be funny to buy me a dress that made me look like an escort.

Different story for a different day.

And the dress was super shiny, catching light here and there, so the place it had only seen in it's days was the back of my closet.

Besidess my cloths to try out a club was limited so why not. I had kept my makeup a minimal to look less escort-ish with my eyes lined with a black liner pencil and mascara. Lips tinted with a nude shade.

"Less escort-ish." I mumbled putting a palm over my belly which was now confined with in the right material of the dress.

Clubbing was fun, if you ask me...if I didn't had to run with Isa being drunk or ditching me for some hot 'daddy' guy as she refers the older men.

She has this kink for guys much older then her. Not that I cringed or anything but she definitely had a fetish.

I was already late as it was. I was supposed to pick Isa up, from her apartment at eight sharp but it was already eight-five. I walked down leisurely down the stairs and went out of the house, thankfully not being spotted by Papa or Rico.

Both of them would throw a fit, if they found out I was going out wearing cloths like I was.

I mean, they're guys. What do they understand?

I am a twenty one going to be twenty two year old girl, single as much as hurtful that sounds was living in a huge butt house with my dad, and a nagging brother.

No matter how big personality they were.

I rolled my eyes at that thought.

I definitely need to get laid.