| createartist: howdy there hotnready_chica69: Hey babe createartist: asl? hotnready_chica69: 18/f/Cali createartist: 17/m/oh createartist: how u doin? hotnready_chica69: Doing alright..... a little lonely createartist: maybe i can help createartist: got a pic? hotnready_chica69: No, sorry. My camera is busted because my sister's ferret crapped in the battery compartment. Honest to god! createartist: lol okay createartist: what do u look like? hotnready_chica69: Well, I've got dark black hair, green eyes, fit body, and a skinny white-girl ass createartist: hott createartist: u into roleplaying? hotnready_chica69: Oooh. Sounds good. createartist: want me to pick some roles? hotnready_chica69: Go for it createartist: how about i be the youngest teacher in school, also the wrestling coach, and u a hott little cheerleader who cheats on a test hotnready_chica69: Mmmm, I like it. createartist: sweet, what are u wearing? hotnready_chica69: I'm wearing the school colours, and a little miniskirt. The letters UDN are across my back. ( he didn't realize that UDN means U Dumb Nerd) createartist: hot createartist: i'll start sitting at the front of the room, watching the class take the exam hotnready_chica69: I'm struggling. my stupidity is evident to the whole class, they know when the tests come back, MINE will be the one everyone will point and laugh at. this all goes to my horrible home life where my daddy would beat me with an extension cord and make me call him Big Rudy hotnready_chica69: Now you go. createartist: i look over and am shocked to see u, seemingly cheating on the test by stretching out the collar or ur shirt and looking down into it for the answers u aparently wrote there hotnready_chica69: While looking into my shirt, I shake my head at the embarassingly ugly bra I bought. I'm never going to Wal-Mart again. Fuck. I look up and watch you staring. I'm a little frightened. hotnready_chica69: but a little aroused. hotnready_chica69: My attention is off the confusing fractions, and on to you. createartist: i try and act dissapointed and frown at u, then go back to acting like i'm busy at my desk, frantically scribbling on random papers and rearanging items, maybe i'll wait until the bell rings, telling all the students to leave the tests with me, motioning u over hotnready_chica69: I misread your signal, and begin twirling on the spot like a stupid ballerina. When in fact, I am a stupid cheerleader. I come over to the desk....stupidly! createartist: i look up at u from a lounging position in my chair, "don't act foolish, u know i saw u cheating on that exam" hotnready_chica69: I know, Mr. Belvedere. I'm really sorry. I'll try to do better. I wanted to write the answers on my boobs, but I did it in a mirror, and it came out backwards and.....and * sobs* createartist: i glance down at ur chest for a split second then back up to ur glazed green eyes, "i could fail u right now for cheating" hotnready_chica69: Oh please, Mr. Spotnik. No! I need this course! I have to become a university cheerleader! createartist: "its a well kept policy to fail cheaters in this class, but what exactly are u willing to do to save that grade?" hotnready_chica69: Anything! I swear! hotnready_chica69: I jump onto your desk and start belting out Love Shack while dancing like a tard. My cheerleading position is obviously because I'm hot, not because of my dancing abilities. createartist: i stare at u intently for a moment, "so ur grade pretty much means everything to u then?" |
| hotnready_chica69: No, even if I flunk out. I'll just become a whore-clown. Just like my mother. createartist: "now don't say that..... i'll tell u what i'll do to help u," createartist: "i'll let u earn an A" hotnready_chica69: I love As! createartist: "it's really very easy, all u have to do is everything that i tell u" hotnready_chica69: That sounds easy! It's like Simon Says! I LOVE that game! createartist: i grin up at u, "simon says, u can start by locking the door, and then taking off ur shirt" hotnready_chica69: I go over to the door and open it. hotnready_chica69: I'm confused Mr. Dropkick. createartist: "just shut the door and lock it" hotnready_chica69: Shut.....the door..... hotnready_chica69: I slam the door and turn to you grinning. createartist: "lock the door" createartist: "and then take off ur shirt" hotnready_chica69: I take off the door and then lock my shirt. hotnready_chica69: Does this get you hot or something? createartist: just cures the boredom hotnready_chica69: I do that very well. createartist: good createartist: wanna fuck? hotnready_chica69: *gasp* Mr. Square-Enix! How can you suggest that? * I turn for the door* createartist: do u wanna save ur grade or not? hotnready_chica69: *crying* Yes..... hotnready_chica69: What do you want me to do next? hotnready_chica69: I can tap dance, or I could try to fix your door.... |
| Seems a lot of men don't appreciate a handywoman these days. Oh well. As it turned out, these suckers got SERVED. |