Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

From the moment we met, it was inevitable. We both knew you’d become my cash slave. The cards were stacked against you. I’m a manipulative, beautiful little bitch, and your inability to control your little prick makes it impossible for you to keep your wallet closed.

The only value you possess is in your wallet, and you know it, which makes it easier for both of us. There is no pretending that I like you or that I’d ever be into you. No, you know better. You aren’t that stupid. Yet, you invite me on your lap, stuffing twenties, fifties, and the occasional hundred-dollar bill into my bra, and I wiggle against you so we both get what we want.

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Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

My nemesis is the Headmaster at the boarding school my parents sent me to. He’s on a mission to reform me into a polite young lady who adds value to society, but I just want to be bad. I guess he didn’t appreciate the gift I got him as a thank-you for letting me in. I hired a mariachi band to follow the Headmaster around for my first day, and it wasn’t more than a few hours after they arrived that he found me.

He burst through the door of my second period, band in tow, and pulled me out of class. He marched me down the hall and made me dismiss the band so they wouldn’t have to witness my punishment.

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