Morning, day four.

Lizzy felt very strange. Her memory floated. It seemed to her that she went to bed, but at the same time, she could say with full confidence that she slept during the day (and at the same time - was at school ?!), and in the evening - there was her night shift in the strip- club "Drunken boobs". Therefore, she did not go to bed until the morning.

Her head was spinning, so she tightened her grip on the pole and twirled around on it as usual. In the end - it's not the first time she went through in the "champagne room".

She liked to serve rich guests, she burned to suck their cocks, and she liked everything that accompanied this activity. Their delight, a sea of shamanic and other booze .... Often she got them to have some sweets. However, honestly, she would do all this for free: she just liked to fuck and bring happiness to other people. But she had to pay for her life somehow. The mother had been drinking for many years since the father left them. The main money in the family was earned by Lizzie. At 24, she is used to taking responsibility for herself... Stop! At 22? Wasn't she 18? It was so recently - friends, gifts, a cool car from dads ... Oh my God, how much did she drink that an excerpt from the series was wormed into her memory? Looks like Beverly Hills...

It's amazing how, with such a fate, she managed to remain a good-natured and sociable girl, not spoiled by consumerism.

In general, she danced, drank, fucked ... And she missed her childhood friend, whom she was always in love with, but she never told him this, realizing that such a "white trash" as she does not even dare to think that to become the girlfriend of the son of one of the most influential families in the city...

... And the most mysterious. Lizzy almost fell off the pole when she suddenly realized that the memories of Michael and his family - sticks out of her personal memories, like a blot on a white sheet! For example - she basically could not understand how they could be childhood friends? She lived in a different part of the suburban. In the "slums", next to the trailer park. She had a completely different life, completely different principles ... What could they find in common?

As if in response to her attempt to sort out her memory, a wave of animal excitement washed over her. The girl could not stand it and groaned loudly, feeling like a wave of powerful orgasm covers her. Instead of thinking about Michael, her mind was filled with images of countless dicks sucking or fucking her.

Lizzy once again exhaled passionately, and began to furiously "fuck" the pole, demonstrating her sexual fury....

***

Gina felt the sun hit her eyes. She moaned and began to wake up, groping her hand around the bed. She felt like something was missing.

And after a second - she realized what. Or, more specifically, who.

Horrified, Gina sat up. The dream has flown. She remembered her love, her tenderness for Alex. She remembered how they fell asleep in an embrace ... And she remembered that she had never been with Alex.

In horror, she rushed to the mirror ... And recoiled from what she saw: her once full and elastic breasts - turned into two flat, triangular "envelopes" hanging almost to the waist .. Missing waist - her figure looked like a rectangle. The face, although it was not disfigured by a crooked nose or a long chin there, was covered with acne.

Liquid hair of indeterminate color - complemented the terrible picture.

And they completed it - "grandmother's pants" instead of elegant erotic panties. Beige, wrinkled and stretched, they reached almost to her saggy boobs and hid a clearly emerging tummy underneath.

Gina took another look at herself. She didn't even have to remember that she was a virgin. It was the obvious truth.

The girl grabbed her head and howled sadly ...