She was sauntering down the sidewalk, smeared lip sick, pink cheeks, and rumpled clothes. Freshly and thoroughly fucked, and boy did she revel in the feeling. Her bare feet scraped the ground as she held her pumps, better to ruin her feet than these precious babies. At first glance, you’d think a girl like her was materialistic, shallow, and selfish. Well, she was. But did she care? No. Not one bit. This was the life for her, Bethany Gilmore. Happiness came with money, and she was going to get it.
Image wasn’t important to her, reputation, she couldn’t care less. As long as she was pretty, people didn’t care what she did. It was sort of freeing in a way, to live knowing nothing matters.
“Would you like help with anything?” The sharp judgemental eyes of a store clerk bore into her. Bethany was at least 5 inches taller than the girl, she shook her head in a silent dismissal. Not interested. The cleric crinkled her nose as she stalked away, no doubt about to complain to her boss she fucks in the storage closet after his meetings. Flicking through the overly priced sequin dresses. Her darling is taking her to dinner tonight, something red should suffice. Or perhaps pink, he does adore it when she wears pink.
She decides on a light lavender, her dearest is allergic to lavender. Checking out of the store, Bethany can still feel the eyes of the store clerk on her. She doesn’t let that slow her down as she strolls across the cobblestone walkways. She strode with such intent and power men practically folded as she passed them. Let them dream of lust-filled nights they’ll never get. Bethany was above mere high school boys, they had no maturity, no respect. No security.
Scalding water rained down upon her skin as she slipped into the shower. The heat stripped her of her outer shell, leaving her a shivering child. Salty rivulets ran down her face but she didn’t know why. Bethany was happy, she had everything she wanted. It doesn’t matter where it came from, she has it, and it is hers. Bethany lay there, under the pouring shower as her face melted off, revealing the succubus underneath. She picked herself up and collected the pieces of her personality.
The lavender dress laid out nicely on her bed as she stood before it. White lace tights slipped over her freshly exfoliated legs. Bethany may be many things, but she was always prepared. For everything. A grunt of annoyance sounded as she ripped the tights off. No, they weren’t quite right. Her darling didn’t like obstacles. The dress hugged the body that she had pain stankingly cultivated till it was perfect. Perfect. Oh, she was perfect. With her mother's pearls around her throat and her father's flask in her purse, Bethany could conquer anything, and that’s what she will do.
Bethany is going to have it all.
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