xx. WHATS THE DIFFERENCE?

All this week has been so agonizing, giving fat men, or ugly men lap dances ecause they "needed" it. Well, what she needs today is some good clean fun. However, what kept crossing her mind was that she could neer offord this stuff, she could hardly afford her strip uniform which was a simple sexy bra and undies.

Who cared though the employees didn't know that she was rich, and she had loads of hot clothes in front of her. She took a pair of beautiful embroidery pants, a silken dress that went up her her knees. NO, it made her look like a complete whore. Immediantly she put it back and saw a cute shirt that had cursive lettering saying 'TOUGH BITCH'. This definately looked like a celebrity that wanted to cool down for a bit.

She just loved it, but would she dare look at the price tag? Oh great.... $79.99. How in the fuckin' world would she afford that. She loved their clothes, but not the prices, of course. Soft sigh escaped her lips until someone breaked the moment of silence.

How can I help you Miss?

She rolled her eyes at him. It was so annoying when you were having a moment then somebody as to break it. Yeah, sut the hell up. She wanted to say that so badly. If only she could ask him to lower the prices. Oh who was she kidding, she was in the celeb store, al she had to do id go to a different one.

I'm fine, thank you.

He bowed his head a bit and pranced away like he some idiotic freak. That s annoyed her. Then she remembered, prices? course not., she looked at the shirt, for she felt like she needed it. Couldn't though, unless something magical happened, like a boy buying the shirt for her? Yeah right, as if. She just had to stick there, and maybe wait?