Hall of Infinite Doors
"I'm sorry your mom is so controlling."
"I know. She's there everywhere I go," explains Nikky.
Your food comes. Niky leans forward to adjust her seat. As she does, her left strap falls from her shoulder, deepening her already deep, tanned cleavage.
Your eyes pop.
"A lot of it was the divorce," says Nikky. "I mean, when I was eleven, my parents divorced. My dad slept around on my mom. So my mother took him for a bunch of his money and moved to Tahiti. She wanted to get us as far away from him as possible."
"Tahiti? Your father was rich?"
"Oh yes," she laughs. "He invented this device that makes it easy to dig deep into the oceans for oil. There is a lot of royalty money, and my mom lives like a queen with my sister. Mine is all in trust and they give me this stipend every month." She laughs. The alcohol is clearly starting to affect her.
The waiter glances down her dress as he refills her wine.
"What do you do with it all?" you ask.
"Not much," she replies. "The court ordered me to get this check every month starting at eighteen. Apparently the trust account made money because now I get like several thousand dollars every month. I like jewelery and clothes but most of it I just stuff in a box in my closet. I should probably get a bank account or something, huh?"
"You can't always trust banks," you reply with a smile.
"Yeah. Maybe I should just keep it. I'd love to pay your for our lessons. Just show me everything I need to know to get my guy."
"I'd love to," you reply, looking at her boobs, "when do you want to start?"
She wipes her mouth and shrugs her shoulders.
"I know. She's there everywhere I go," explains Nikky.
Your food comes. Niky leans forward to adjust her seat. As she does, her left strap falls from her shoulder, deepening her already deep, tanned cleavage.
Your eyes pop.
"A lot of it was the divorce," says Nikky. "I mean, when I was eleven, my parents divorced. My dad slept around on my mom. So my mother took him for a bunch of his money and moved to Tahiti. She wanted to get us as far away from him as possible."
"Tahiti? Your father was rich?"
"Oh yes," she laughs. "He invented this device that makes it easy to dig deep into the oceans for oil. There is a lot of royalty money, and my mom lives like a queen with my sister. Mine is all in trust and they give me this stipend every month." She laughs. The alcohol is clearly starting to affect her.
The waiter glances down her dress as he refills her wine.
"What do you do with it all?" you ask.
"Not much," she replies. "The court ordered me to get this check every month starting at eighteen. Apparently the trust account made money because now I get like several thousand dollars every month. I like jewelery and clothes but most of it I just stuff in a box in my closet. I should probably get a bank account or something, huh?"
"You can't always trust banks," you reply with a smile.
"Yeah. Maybe I should just keep it. I'd love to pay your for our lessons. Just show me everything I need to know to get my guy."
"I'd love to," you reply, looking at her boobs, "when do you want to start?"
She wipes her mouth and shrugs her shoulders.