Trixie sneaks out of her home during midnight hours, undergarments already soaked from the dirty, rancid scenarios playing out in her head. She strolls into a familiar neighborhood, disgusting middle class homes surround the rich raven haired elite. The night moon dimly guides Trixie’s automatic footsteps as if Siming themself had been pushing her already weak and fragile body along to it’s unholy destination.
Her eyes were somewhat drooped yet focused, heart pounding as if she was fresh out of a meth lab, Trixie stops at a familiar house. She’d vomit at the sight of a two story house if it weren’t for who lived inside. Such disgusting lawn work all around, the sidewalk once traced by normal civilian life hours before beneath her shoes felt revolting. Yet she still continues on. She pauses at the top of the steps. Cautiously and only for a moment, she thinks about the consequences of what was about to take place. Trixie Tang, the richest, powerful, beautiful, most sought after woman under 16 in all of Dimmsdale was about to ask for what could only be considered a fate wise than death in regard to her peers. But it felt so right in a way. So good, so lost in thought she never realized the doorbell ringing almost instinctively.
Trixie Tang wanted to lose her virginity. And she wanted it lost tonight in a filthy peasant’s bed. As small, kid like footsteps drew near to the other side, she knew what buck toothed, low class rascal was going to take it. Whether it be by lust or by force would be his decision. Despite the crisp summer night hardening her perfect, still developing areolas, on the inside her body was lit hotter than a Squirrely Scout bonfire.
Trixie never liked to take no for an answer. The door slowly opens with a light creek and a yawn from the boy opening it. There’d be no rich girl tantrums this time. It was showtime, especially from the reaction he gave.