Most men want to enjoy a blonde fucking whore. Blondes have more fun, right? I decided to get gussied up last night and take a walk on the right side of the tracks. Every now and again, I get a wild hair and decide I should pick up some rich boy. My community is just like the film Pretty in Pink. The rich folks live on one side of the train tracks, and the section 8 homes and trailer parks are on the side by the docks and water. When I step into one of the clubs on the good side of the tracks, I look like I don’t belong. I am dressed like a trailer trash whore. I don’t talk like I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth and I don’t act like it either. The women hate me, but the men love me. As I walked into the club in my skintight spandex dress and stripper shoes, men eyeballed me the women raised their disapproving brows. The first cute guy to buy me a drink was getting fucked. This rich boy approached me. His name was James and he was home from Harvard. He said he wished more women looked like me. He bought me several drinks and after the last Tequila shot, we were shagging in the men’s room. I was bent over a urinal getting fucked by an Ivy League boy. I could see the urinal cake. I was likely the first woman in that bathroom because all the stuck up bitches in the club looked like the type that would never fuck in a bathroom. My Harvard boy ushered in some more rich boys to fuck me. Holy fuck. They ravaged my ass and pussy; made me a dirty gangbang whore. That is not a complaint! I was proud to walk out of the club with cum leaking out my holes. I got what I came for.
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