November 2004
"Better be worth the cost." The girl stood, arms crossed beneath her ample bosom. With blonde hair and blue eyes, the school uniform she wore made her any hot-blooded male's dream--specially if she smiled. But she wasn't smiling at the moment. She frowned at the other girl that casually leaned with her back against the wall.
"You get what you paid for." Brown-green eyes scanned the hallway, making sure the coast was clear. Brown hair hung to her shoulders without the same finesse the blonde's seemed to carry. She filled out the uniform, but in comparison remained less curvy than her more well endowed classmate. A shift of her body produced a white envelope, handing it over to the customer.
The blonde opened the envelope, checking the three fake I.D.s. "This looks just like my real I.D.... but for the year."
"Fake names are a hassle to remember."
The blonde nodded, giving the I.D.s another once over before tucking them away in her blouse. Business concluded, she lingered--a question at the tip of her tongue.
The blonde remained, the brunette looked put out. "What."
"You have one for yourself? A fake I.D.? I mean.... you make them, so you'd have one."
"And the teachers say you can't conquer deductive reasoning."
"So... you do?"
Blondie received a flat look from the brunette for all of two heartbeats before responding, "What's it to you?"
The blonde bordered on the verge of another frown, rarely having to deal with someone less than eager to please her whims. "If you did, you could come, you know. To the club with us."
"To the club with you." The words repeated by the brunette held an air of doubt.
"Sure! I can introduce you to some friends of mine. Locals." The girl shrugged. "Maybe you could find some new clients."
"Yeah, maybe." The mention of possible new clients perked her interest. "What's the name of the club?"
"Electric. We're going Friday, after lights out."
The brunette bobbed a nod. "Friday night. Electric. Got it."
"Better be worth the cost." The girl stood, arms crossed beneath her ample bosom. With blonde hair and blue eyes, the school uniform she wore made her any hot-blooded male's dream--specially if she smiled. But she wasn't smiling at the moment. She frowned at the other girl that casually leaned with her back against the wall.
"You get what you paid for." Brown-green eyes scanned the hallway, making sure the coast was clear. Brown hair hung to her shoulders without the same finesse the blonde's seemed to carry. She filled out the uniform, but in comparison remained less curvy than her more well endowed classmate. A shift of her body produced a white envelope, handing it over to the customer.
The blonde opened the envelope, checking the three fake I.D.s. "This looks just like my real I.D.... but for the year."
"Fake names are a hassle to remember."
The blonde nodded, giving the I.D.s another once over before tucking them away in her blouse. Business concluded, she lingered--a question at the tip of her tongue.
The blonde remained, the brunette looked put out. "What."
"You have one for yourself? A fake I.D.? I mean.... you make them, so you'd have one."
"And the teachers say you can't conquer deductive reasoning."
"So... you do?"
Blondie received a flat look from the brunette for all of two heartbeats before responding, "What's it to you?"
The blonde bordered on the verge of another frown, rarely having to deal with someone less than eager to please her whims. "If you did, you could come, you know. To the club with us."
"To the club with you." The words repeated by the brunette held an air of doubt.
"Sure! I can introduce you to some friends of mine. Locals." The girl shrugged. "Maybe you could find some new clients."
"Yeah, maybe." The mention of possible new clients perked her interest. "What's the name of the club?"
"Electric. We're going Friday, after lights out."
The brunette bobbed a nod. "Friday night. Electric. Got it."