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Denim


She was his for the time being, her entire body that sizzled with style and elegance. He could not believe his luck, he had picked her up from the expensive side of the street while she was all decked up. She was expected to get wealthier customers and here she was with the guy who could barely save his pocket money for video games but well, she didn't mind. Not that she could anyway, she had to go with the one who paid for her.

He was elated beyond belief as he took her to his dingy dorm, already wondering about all that he was going to do with her. The lingering touch while practically carrying her into isolation was doing no good to his patience. He could wait maybe but what was the point of spending a fortune and waiting for the pleasure he bought with it. With her, in his arms, he got surprised glances from those who knew him. He wasn’t really the kind of a guy who was expected to do something like that, but well wasn’t that the whole point? To prove everyone, including himself, wrong? To make everyone believe that he deserved something lavish and exotic?

When he finally came to his dorm and shut the door close, he hurriedly ripped her out of what seemed like an inappropriate dress for a goddess and slid his arms into hers to close her into an embrace. She was only still all this while as was expected from her. They remained engulfed in each other before he walked in front of the mirror to examine how they look together and he had never been more self assured. Those were the best $50 he ever spent on the lavish denim jacket of his that he now adorned.