... Before I post this, I would like to state that redheaded chick in sample is not Momoko. Inspired by, a homage to, but totally not Momoko.
Also, as I post this, I realise I could've just socked up Denise's writing sample rather than write her up an info post. Says enough, really.
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Very, very slowly, Denise closed the door behind her, making sure the jackass inside didn't wake up. Because that would just be a drag. Click. Okay, mission accomplished. She glanced down at the bills in her hand. Twenty, twenty, a hundred, another hundred, another-- who was this guy, anyway?
Maybe she should've asked.
Denise snickered out loud. Hard. "Oh, that's hilarious," she muttered. She turned into the hallway. She was... what, two stairs up? Three? From her dorm room? Something like that. Damn, she should've paid closer attention--
"Ohmygod!"
... and now she would be turning back into the other direction. A stunned look was what she got from the wee Asian chick with the disturbingly red hair. "Oh my God, ponytails, am I going to have to beat you up?" she chirped, the smile so huge it nearly cracked her cheeks.
"You slept with Chuck Bass! I thought you of all people would be above that, Denise." The disappointment was cute. Really.
"Huh," she said, eloquently, and shot the door another look. "So that's what that was." Eh. She shrugged her shoulder. "Yeah, he's a big giant girl. I figure he's got one of those, whacha callit-- Uh." She quinted at the girl. "Help me out, here. Like when a guy acts big because he's really a gay little tiny girl on the inside?" Red didn't answer. What was it, what was it, what-- she snapped her fingers. "Right. Inferiority complex. Daddy and mommy issues, that kinda crap. Hot, if you're into overcompensating." Which she was, so hey, bonus.
The redheaded girl in the heart pyjamas stared at her, clutching her plush animal close.
"Oh, don't worry," she said, holding up her hand. "I took his cash after. And now that we've banged, I can't stand the sight of his moist, sweaty skin." She nodded encouragingly. "It makes me want to bludgeon his face in with a hammer."
The girl gave a big ol' squeak. Denise shrugged. She beamed again.
"Anyway, the sex was only middlingly kinky," she continued, "I still think it would've sucked less if one of us had been rocking a hockey mask. Him, so I wouldn't have to stare into the abyss of those beady little eyes." She gestured at her eyes, helpfully, and took a deep breath. Then let it go. Let it go. "It was nice sharing with you," she said, "Totally gay, but nice."
The girl gave her an incredibly weak smile.
"Didn't you hear me? Gay sharing time over." She scowled. "Now shoo. Fucking scamper."
The girl scampered.
Denise turned back around, humming the Sesame Street theme as she headed back up to her room.
Hey, now she could afford new hockey equipment. Awesome, right?
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Also, as I post this, I realise I could've just socked up Denise's writing sample rather than write her up an info post. Says enough, really.
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Very, very slowly, Denise closed the door behind her, making sure the jackass inside didn't wake up. Because that would just be a drag. Click. Okay, mission accomplished. She glanced down at the bills in her hand. Twenty, twenty, a hundred, another hundred, another-- who was this guy, anyway?
Maybe she should've asked.
Denise snickered out loud. Hard. "Oh, that's hilarious," she muttered. She turned into the hallway. She was... what, two stairs up? Three? From her dorm room? Something like that. Damn, she should've paid closer attention--
"Ohmygod!"
... and now she would be turning back into the other direction. A stunned look was what she got from the wee Asian chick with the disturbingly red hair. "Oh my God, ponytails, am I going to have to beat you up?" she chirped, the smile so huge it nearly cracked her cheeks.
"You slept with Chuck Bass! I thought you of all people would be above that, Denise." The disappointment was cute. Really.
"Huh," she said, eloquently, and shot the door another look. "So that's what that was." Eh. She shrugged her shoulder. "Yeah, he's a big giant girl. I figure he's got one of those, whacha callit-- Uh." She quinted at the girl. "Help me out, here. Like when a guy acts big because he's really a gay little tiny girl on the inside?" Red didn't answer. What was it, what was it, what-- she snapped her fingers. "Right. Inferiority complex. Daddy and mommy issues, that kinda crap. Hot, if you're into overcompensating." Which she was, so hey, bonus.
The redheaded girl in the heart pyjamas stared at her, clutching her plush animal close.
"Oh, don't worry," she said, holding up her hand. "I took his cash after. And now that we've banged, I can't stand the sight of his moist, sweaty skin." She nodded encouragingly. "It makes me want to bludgeon his face in with a hammer."
The girl gave a big ol' squeak. Denise shrugged. She beamed again.
"Anyway, the sex was only middlingly kinky," she continued, "I still think it would've sucked less if one of us had been rocking a hockey mask. Him, so I wouldn't have to stare into the abyss of those beady little eyes." She gestured at her eyes, helpfully, and took a deep breath. Then let it go. Let it go. "It was nice sharing with you," she said, "Totally gay, but nice."
The girl gave her an incredibly weak smile.
"Didn't you hear me? Gay sharing time over." She scowled. "Now shoo. Fucking scamper."
The girl scampered.
Denise turned back around, humming the Sesame Street theme as she headed back up to her room.
Hey, now she could afford new hockey equipment. Awesome, right?