It felt like a mix of reality and fantasy.
My thoughts drifted as I drove my small beat up Nisson truck towards Las Angelas.
The opposite direction of my college. Was I really dropping out of school?
When I told my parents the news, my mom flipped out. I think my father was a little relieved. I had a scholarship. The school loans I knew were a financial burden on both of us.
"What the fuck are you going to do with your life, Ava? You're throwing all your hard work away." My mom bluntly responded.
It was so much pressure through high-school. Getting high marks in all my classes. Taking advanced placement classes. Being on the school council, playing sports and the extracurricular activities that were supposed to help me get into the college of my choice.
College was more pressure. To keep my grades up to maintain my scholarships.
The world sped by as I drove deep into my thoughts.
I didn't have an answer for my mom. I just wanted to stop thinking.
I've become so fucking tired of trying to be a girl boss.
Fighting with my mom, I wanted to ask her what being an ambitious woman has done for her? In my eyes, it looked like she and my dad were miserable.
Both working all the time. Putting their careers over family and life. They didn't even look like they loved each other anymore.
I understand the financial component but there had to be a better way? My mom is intelligent but cold, and a prude.
"I don't know what fuck I am going to do mom!" I screamed.
"I'm going to stop thinking for a little while. I'm going to LA to meet one of the top talent agents. He will help me find promotional work. I'm just going to have fun for fucking once mom! Do you remember what fun is?"
My mom yelled back at me "So you are just going to be a bimbo promo girl Ava? That is your big new life plan?"
I was so pissed, I couldn't handle this conversation.
"Yes, mom I am nineteen, and I am hot! If I don't want to go to college I don't have to. Yes, I am going to be a bimbo promo girl! I don't give a fuck anymore!"
That was the end of the conversation. Well, not the very end. When I was leaving wearing my tight mini dress, I clearly wasn't wearing a bra.
My mom's last comment to me was. "You look like a slut Ava, just like your friend Ciara. I hope you are happy!"
I didn't answer her. I was happy. My BFF Ciara is the smartest girl I have ever known. She is the happiest I've ever seen her and Ciara is fucking her mom's boyfriend and whoever else she wants.
I just wanted to scream at my mom, call her a prude. Ask her when the last time she even had sex with my dad was?
I held it all back.
See, I grew up believing that I had to prove how smart I am to everyone. My mom wouldn't allow me to wear revealing or tight clothes. She would tell me people wouldn't take me seriously.Β We couldn't even talk about sex in our house.
I was denying my feminity trying to compete with men. Fuck that! I was tired of trying to compete. I desire men and want to pleasure them with my body and how I dress.
It was Matt who put me in touch with Mr. Barrett in Las Angelas. Mr. Barrett is a talent agent and owns a promotional company and several other businesses. Also, a business partner with Matt.
Matt assured me Mr. Barrett can help me with my financial goals and if I follow his direction I would never worry about money. He would help free me from worrying about society's constraints or perception of me.
That is true female power.
My dad was being supportive and gave me some cash, and a big hug before I left.
"I love you Ava and always will." He told me.
"I know, thank you dad, I love you too, I wish mom wasn't such a prude." I said as I gave him a big hug.
"She is just protective of you Ava and wants the best for you. Don't worry, she loves you too. You drive safe okay?"
"I will dad."
I was so happy to have my dad's support. Happy to feel free, driving away from everything on my own.
The miles ticked away on my drive. I stopped thinking about my mom and dad. My body felt nervously excited. The phone conversation with Mr. Barrett just two days prior was fresh in my mind.
"Hi Ava, this is Mr. Barrett." His voice was deep and husky.
"My understanding is you are a sexy nineteen-year-old girl dropping out of school and need my help. A man to help you financially get on your feet. Let's say sponsor you. Help you with everything you need to bloom as a sexual female. Is that about correct?
I chewed on one of my fingernails. "That is about right, yes Mr. Barrett."
Mr. Barrett cut me off. "You can call me Sir."
I repeated myself. "That is about right, Sir."
"Is it true Ava that you have little tits and one of your goals to wanting to meet me is to help you make enough money because you feel you would be sexier if they were bigger?"
I felt humiliated him calling out that I have little tits. What did Matt tell him?
It also turned me on how he talked so direct to me. I couldn't lie to him.
"Yes Sir, that is true."
What's that Ava?
I giggled "That I have small tits and my goal of seeing you is to help me make enough money so I can get a boob job."
"Okay Ava, you sound like a sweet girl. I also trust that Matt is looking out for both yours and my best interest in connecting us. I will help you little girl but you will have to prove your usefulness. Do you understand?
My pussy was getting wet. What's that mean prove your usefulness? Again I was thinking. I pushed away my thoughts and fears and focused only on my feelings and senses.
"Yes, Sir. I understand."
"Great Ava. I'm happy to invite you to stay a week at my house. I have a guest room for you. We will go over career opportunities while you are here and try to get a job contract signed so you are making money. I'll also introduce you to the best plastic surgeon in LA."
He paused.
"But princess I will not finance your surgery. That you will do on your own. We will start your training immediately. Before you go to bed tonight, I want you to send me two naked selfies. One including those tits and one of your ass. Is that clear and agreeable Ava?"
My heart was pulsing, I felt like I was in heat. "Yes, Sir, thank your for this opportunity."