Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. All characters portrayed are fictional and over 18 years of age. However, the school and its cute uniform exist and can be viewed online for visual context.
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"Have you decided which one you want?"
We stood in front of his laptop, flicking through the profiles of the St Catherine's Toorak girls (all certified by the school as 18+ years old) available for hire.
$60 an hour was the deal. It certainly was difficult to decide which girls to book.
Although you may expect this service to entail some work around the house or babysitting, upon closer inspection the primary service being offered was overtly sexual in nature. The smiling profile pictures of the cute uniform clad girls were amazing.
He coughed nervously. "Umm, maybe that cute little blonde ... there!"
He gestured at the screen, indicating a smiling girl who was 18 but appeared extremely youthful.
"No. 3b ... you sure man? She looks darn cute but her tits don't look like much."
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Her profile read:
"Girl No.3.(b). Stephanie.
Wondering what to do this afternoon? Pick up Steph from school and drive her home. Or just fuck her tight snatch in your backseat. Book her now to enjoy a slice of this pie. Tight, young and cute, this teen blonde is a great bang for your buck! No condom required."
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"Fuck it. I reckon her cunt will be tight as hell and she looks fresh ... look at her face mate. She's a fucking angel. Tell me you don't want to dump the shit outta that?"
He was right. There was no point in denying it.
"Ok, ok," I laughed. "Fine, so you've decided then.
Now... which one do I want? Holy shit... there are plenty of hotties to choose from."