Sorry

“Moon, I’m so sorry, I really want to hang out, but my mom texted. She wants me home.”

“I totally understand, Gracie. Coffee tomorrow?”

“That sounds great! Thank you for understanding.”

You head out. As you approach the elevator, Marsha steps out. She is wearing low riding leather pants and a black and purple corset top that makes her breasts pop.

“Oh, hi Marsha, I thought you were out sick.” You say politely.

“Field work.” She snarls. “Nice outfit, still shopping at Goodwill?”

She struts by you and you spot the top of a pentagram tattoo on her lower back.

“Nice tramp stamp.” You say quietly.

Marsha turns her head and looks back. “I have a nicer one in a much more intimate spot. Wanna see?”

You blush.

Marsha giggles evilly. “Didn’t think so, bitch.”

You step onto the elevator, eager to be away from Marsha.

You breath a sigh of relief as the door closes. You fiddle with your keys as the elevator descends. It is still a very foreign feeling.

You reach your car and slide in. The heated, massaging seats ease away the stress as you drive to your new home.

As you pull up to the gate it opens automatically. You park in the garage and head for the large common room. Hopefully, your mom is there.

You step in the room. The high ceilings allow for the massive sculpted modern artwork. You see your mom and Tanya by a massive loveseat. With them is a girl around your age. You feel a bit nervous approaching.

Tanya grins at you. “Gracie, I want you to meet my daughter. She’s back from her trip.”

She looks like a goth girl hit the lottery. She wears expensive high heel, black, shiny designer boots. Her wet look tights showcase long, thin, muscular legs. Her translucent black shirt allows you to see her impressive cleavage and shiny black leather bra. A choker made of rubies gives her neck a splash of color. Her shiny black lips curl into a smile.

While you are looking at her she examines you like birdwatcher looking at a blue heron. After a few seconds she licks her lips and seems pleased.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Gracie. I'm…