Dirty Girl
Dirty Girl By: DamonX ([email protected]) Dirty Girl By DamonX “Do you have a club card?” Suddenly I was snapped out of my trance. “Huh? Oh,umm yeah.” I fumbled around in my wallet trying to find the card as she smiled at me. I could tell she was amused. I, on the other hand, was embarrassed beyond belief. How long had I been staring at her? “Here you go,” I said passing the card to her. She smiled as she took it from my hand. I started to wonder how old she was. I guessed about eighteen. She had that youthful appearance, but was still well developed. Her skin was flawless, with not a blemish in site. She was wearing makeup, but not enough to seem trashy. Her hair was a light blonde, which is what …