I was at another bull shit party for my parents and yet again was being treated like a child. I was eighteen yet they treated me like I was five as the ordered me around. I was told who to talk to, who not to, and what to say. It was completely frustrating, but I was Marin Marie Kent and unless I could some how be unborn I didn't have much of a choice.
"I really wish you hadn't dressed like such a tart, your father's friends are acting like old fools," my mother huffed as she downed yet another glass of wine.
"What can I say, I'm a whore," I rolled my eyes.
I was wearing a very sexy slip dress with a low cut v- neckline that showed quite a bit of my breasts. It was black, backless, and had a high split to show off a lot of leg. My dark hair hung down in waves and I'd outlined my baby blue eyes in a dark eyeliner. I had also applied a smoky eyeshadow and a bright red lipstick.
"Well you are what you dress like," she sneered.
In all honestly this was nothing compared to what I usually dressed like when they weren't around. Most of the time I could be arrested for public indecency, today I'd actually covered up quite a bit.
"Well if that's the case then you must be an uptight bitch," I smirked as I got up from the table. I didn't want to deal with her shit anymore so I left her gaping like a fish and headed towards the bar.
"Hey Miles," I purred at the bartender. Miles and I would occasionally fuck in the storage room at these parties and in return I got to underage drink all I wanted.
"Hey Marin," he winked as he handed me a drink.
"Thanks," I batted my lashes.
He glanced around before leaning in close and whispering, "thank me later with that sweet pussy."
"Sounds like a plan," I giggled. He went back to work and I wandered off sipping my drink trying my best to get a good buzz.
I'd have to be somewhat drunk before I let Miles put his cock anywhere near me tonight. It wasn't that Miles was bad looking or that I didn't like fucking him it was just that I wasn't in the mood for him tonight. He was good with his cock and good at making me cum and fucking him had the added bonus of pissing my mother off, but I just wasn't feeling it. I'd needed something... someone better and as I glanced around the party I knew exactly who.
Grayson Chambers in all his bad boy glory was in attendance tonight. Grayson had just had a very public brush with the law and was in my mothers opinion 'a disgrace to his parents'. His parents must've been trying to remedy his image by dressing him in a monkey suit and parading him around the party, but there was no use. With his visible tattoos, broad muscular physique, and brooding expression he just looked like trouble. My mother would definitely disapprove, but maybe next time she wouldn't call her own daughter a whore.
As I approached him Grayson glanced my way, but didn't check me out like the other men there had been doing.
"Hey Grayson long time no see," I greeted him.
"Hey Marin," he sighed.
"Wow don't sound too excited to see me," I laughed.
"I'm not... you rich bitches are all the same," he grumbled.
"Oh how so?" I grinned.
"Mommy and daddy didn't buy you something you wanted to know you're punishing them by talking to me," he rolled his eyes.
In a sense I was kind of doing that, but I didn't want to just talk.
"Actually I wanted you to fuck me senseless to get back at them, but I guess you aren't interested," I smirked.
"Oh really?" he laughed surprised.
"Yep, according to my mother I'm dressed like a whore so I might as well just behave like one," I said dead serious.
"Well thanks for the offer, but I have somewhere to be so maybe another time," he declined.
I was even more intrigued by him now.
"Oh and where is that?" I asked stepping closer so we were practically pressed up against one another.
"Somewhere where a Princess like you couldn't handle," he rolled his eyes at my tactics.
"You have no idea what I can handle sweetheart," I said suggestively.
