Daddy's little rich girl

“Come on now? Sweet little daddy’s girl, sneaking around behind his back, using me to make him upset, and maybe getting to spend his money? Count me in.” DJ smiled into her helmet as she parked the bike. Slipping off of the machine, she locked the helmet to her handlebars and started to make her way through the crowds towards the front of the school.

Having collected her purse as she locked up the helmet, DJ tossed the bike keys inside. Looking up, she locked eyes with her girlfriend as Jasmin made her way across the parking lot. It was strange to overlay who DJ knew as Jason with the girl that was confidently striding towards him. The white romper skin tight romper showed off every curve and contrasted against her sun kissed skin.

Today, her makeup look was Jasmin’s version of a lowkey look. Her blonde straight hair was brushed straight back to show off the large diamond earrings that her father had given her for her birthday just a month ago. DJ loved the way she used makeup to highlight her beautiful eyes.

Of course she wore her letterman jacket off the shoulder with her arms through the sleeves. Her letters in Drama and Tennis had been hard fought for and DJ loved that she was proud to show them off.

No outfit of Jasmin’s would be complete without a pair of tall heels. Today, she was rocking a pair of pink platform peep toes that seemed to combine a slingback and an ankle strap. The splash of color seemed to bring a vibrancy to her look that DJ enjoyed on Jasmin, but wasn’t her personal style.

Hanging off her shoulder was the white bag she had picked up recently. DJ could only shake her head at the price tag she knew had been associated with the Louis Vuitton handbag.

Jasmin, seeing that DJ had finally noticed her, ran forward on her heels and launched herself into her girlfriend’s arms. “Baby! Mmmm, I’m so glad you are here. Everyone is being soooo boring!” Jasmin nuzzled into DJ’s neck as the taller girl held her for a few seconds before depositing her back onto the pavement. Enjoying the closeness, DJ leaned in and their painted lips pressed against each other.

While she could feel her girlfriends desire to take the public display of affection to another level, DJ pulled back from it. The pout on Jasmin’s face brought a grin to DJ as she reached up and caressed Jasmin’s cheek with her palm. Looking into Jasmin’s eyes, DJ could see why her girlfriend suddenly was jumping on her and showering her with affection. “So how bad was the fight this morning?”

Kissing DJ’s palm, Jasmin leaned back from the caress of her face and rolled her eyes. Reaching into her purse she slipped out a compact and checked her makeup quickly before snapping the small plastic shell closed and tossing it back inside. “Daddy wants me to go to prom with Dane.” Sticking her tongue out, Jasmin pretended to gag at the idea. The two girls interlinked hands and began to walk towards their classroom. They both took math first period, with Miss Templeton.

“Today it is Dane huh?” DJ was unsurprised that Jasmin’s father was once again trying to break the pair up. While DJ’s mother made more than enough money as a lawyer to keep her children in the same circles as Jasmin’s father, she had made the mortal sin of winning a case against her father’s company. And so DJ was forever banished from his daughter’s presence. Of course that only pushed Jasmin even farther into DJ’s arms. “How about I go have a talk with Dane? I can make sure that he is busy that night.”

Jasmin turned to look up at her girlfriend’s face with a raised eyebrow. “That is a good idea babes! Just maybe don’t hurt him? It isn’t his fault Daddy is an asshole.” She sighed and squeezed DJ’s hand tighter for a moment. “I just wish he would let me be with who I want to be.”

Leaning down and kissing her girlfriend’s ear gently, DJ took the time to whisper into it. “I don’t care who he picks or what he wants. I am taking my Princess to prom.” The sound of DJ’s pet name for her set Jasmin’s body aflame as she turned to look up to DJ. “Are you sure we have to go to class?”

PK’s voice popped up in DJ’s head. “Hmm, good question.”