When you were the queen-bitch in high school, most of your days after the Sexual Service Act passed were spent getting your ass fucked hard by men you hadn’t seen in years or by the boyfriends and husbands of women you’d forgotten about.
It hurt like hell, they all made sure it did, but Brooke smiled after she woke up later every time.
“I don’t even remember those losers, but they come from miles away just to rage fuck my ass. At least I was someone special in high school,” she’d tell her friends.
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