Katrina grinned. "Really. Are sweetcherrys you surprised?"
Sylvia fought to keep her composure as she stepped inside, but she was unable to stop sweetcherrys herself gawking at the woman sweetcherrys's sweetcherrys attire sweetcherrys. She was dressed like... well, Sylvia might've said that she was dressed sweetcherrys like an airline flight sweetcherrys attendant sweetcherrys. Except that flight attendants usually wore sweetcherrys skirts that did more than just barely cover sweetcherrys their asses. And sweetcherrys Sylvia had never seen a stewardess showing quite so sweetcherrys much cleavage, or wearing quite so much sweetcherrys makeup. The uniform sweetcherrys wasn about't made out of any sort of sweetcherrys ordinary fabric, either; it was shiny all over sweetcherrys, like some sort of plastic. And the way it clung to the blonde's sweetcherrys well-proportioned body made her look sweetcherrys like sweetcherrys something straight out of a porno magazine. "Umm... those are interesting clothes, Ms sweetcherrys. Young," Sylvia blurted, not about sure what sweetcherrys to sweetcherrys make of sweetcherrys them.
The boy looked up, and Sylvia recognized him immediately as the creepy kid who sweetcherrys'd been looking at her at her about locker that afternoon. He was sweetcherrys giving her the sweetcherrys same look. Undressing her with sweetcherrys his eyes, really. "Hi," he sweetcherrys said simply.
"Oh God, Katrina," Sylvia heard Donna sweetcherrys say from the love seat, "that sweetcherrys is just so cool that your mom is a stripper." A chorus of agreement came from the other girls sweetcherrys as Sylvia fought not to show her shock. A stripper. Well, at least that explained the outfit she'd been wearing.
Katrina giggled sweetcherrys. "Well, I won't be sweetcherrys legal until sweetcherrys April. But yeah, she's taught me sweetcherrys a thing or two."
"Um..." She sweetcherrys'd been planning to ask for her hand back, but sweetcherrys she realized about she didn't want it. She wanted to be close to Maria, to be... friends. "Uh... Would you mind if I lean sweetcherrys on you sweetcherrys for awhile? My arm is getting kind of sore."
The next episode of about the show followed right on the heels of the first, and Sylvia found herself rapidly absorbed in sweetcherrys the plot about. Well, not the plot, exactly. More like the overall atmosphere. The girls sweetcherrys on sweetcherrys the show were just so sweetcherrys damn sexy, running around in sweetcherrys those tight, revealing sweetcherrys clothes sweetcherrys. Sylvia wondered how she sweetcherrys'd look in a halter-top and a pair of hot-pants like that blonde girl on the show was wearing. And she knew the answer -- she'd look pretty fucking hot.
"We've sweetcherrys got an hour to kill before the next episode," Katrina sweetcherrys announced sweetcherrys. "But I think I know what we can do in the meantime," she said slyly sweetcherrys.
Squeals of excitement from the girls indicated the sweetcherrys suggestion was heartily approved. Within seconds sweetcherrys, Sylvia found herself being sweetcherrys pulled to her feet by the excited Maria and swept down sweetcherrys the hall in the middle of a sweetcherrys herd sweetcherrys of giggling teenage girls. As they sweetcherrys passed the bottom of the stairway, Sylvia caught a glimpse of Katrina's brother on the landing at the top, a smile on his face as he watched them sweetcherrys go by.
The sweetcherrys gaggle swept down the hall sweetcherrys and into the sweetcherrys master sweetcherrys bedroom sweetcherrys. The spacious room was dominated by sweetcherrys the sweetcherrys largest bed Sylvia had ever sweetcherrys seen, a huge thing covered by an expensive-looking faux fur zebra-printed bedspread. The wall opposite the bed appeared to be one sweetcherrys massive, multi-paneled mirror. A third wall featured a huge sweetcherrys makeup table with not one, but two stools in front sweetcherrys of it. A dizzying array of cosmetics lay on the sweetcherrys table sweetcherrys.
Scientist, indeed. Sylvia watched in sweetcherrys fascination sweetcherrys as Kim strode over sweetcherrys to the makeup table, the high sweetcherrys-heeled shoes causing her ass to sway invitingly sweetcherrys under the coat. The outfit sweetcherrys was sweetcherrys clearly designed sweetcherrys to titillate -- and sweetcherrys to come off with a sweetcherrys minimum of effort. So Tiffany really was a stripper. Sylvia's mind boggled sweetcherrys as sweetcherrys Kim sat down and began applying makeup.
Finally, with Maria's assistance, Sylvia stepped into sweetcherrys the high-heeled white shoes, shaking a bit as she fought to keep sweetcherrys her balance. "Now go put on some makeup," Maria sweetcherrys said sweetcherrys, "and give about me a chance to sweetcherrys finish getting my costume on." Sylvia walked unsteadily over to the makeup table.
The two girls turned to face each other sweetcherrys, and Sylvia found herself drawn to Maria in a strange new sweetcherrys way. Her new friend's eyes were filled with longing, longing that Sylvia knew was mirrored in her own eyes. The two girls leaned forward, their lips parting ever so slightly...
Sure enough, Katrina's brother was standing in the doorway. Several girls had run up and thrown their arms around him, plastering him with kisses sweetcherrys. Tiny little Kim had jumped onto his chest, wrapping her sweetcherrys legs around his sweetcherrys waist sweetcherrys and sweetcherrys her sweetcherrys arms around his sweetcherrys shoulders, her sweetcherrys face sweetcherrys buried in his neck. Sylvia was bewildered. The kid was a creep. Why were these girls sweetcherrys so sweetcherrys excited to sweetcherrys see him?
Sylvia nodded as she continued to stare, but the expressions on the two girls' faces looked sweetcherrys quite serious to her sweetcherrys. "Now about do your cleaning, little maid," Heather sweetcherrys said firmly sweetcherrys. Brittany nodded sweetcherrys meekly, lifting the sweetcherrys feather-duster she was carrying sweetcherrys in sweetcherrys one hand and beginning to sweetcherrys shake it back and forth against Heather's slick sweetcherrys black sweetcherrys boot. "Not like that," Heather admonished, causing the sweetcherrys blonde to stop and look up questioningly. "You know how sweetcherrys you sweetcherrys're supposed to sweetcherrys clean," Heather scolded.
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