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The new breed of Coke Whore.

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Could this be your local drug dealer?

“Isn’t that a rhetorical question darling?”

“Everything is rhetorical with you.”

It’s at this moment that Misty takes out her cell and very casually calls her delivery boy.

“Yes, 4 tickets. How long? You can’t come quicker?”
She then turns around has the Count pour her another glass of Champagne before quizzically regarding his new conquest.

“She’s so pretty Count. And so young.”

The Count just stands there pretending he has just been congratulated.

A cursory regard of the room will note the following observations: Young high cheek bones adolescents languorouslyVeuve Cliquot, satin red velvet curtains gently wafting to the tune of Taco’s “Putting on the Ritz,” a Jackson Pollock painting, a curious shiatsu puppy salivating on the floor and a floor to wall ceiling collection of art catalogues and every major fashion journal that one can imagine.

Eventually the delivery boy comes and he is made to wait in the foyer while Misty digs through this season’s new Chanel purse.

“Well does anyone want to contribute?”

It’s an awful question and as much as Misty can afford to pay for it all a billion times over she is just checking to make sure her guests have a modicum of behavior.

It’s at this juncture that the Count takes a hundred dollar bill.

“Oh please Count. What do you think. You think I ‘m a coke whore? You’re my guest.”

Of course that doesn’t stop Misty from taking his money and the few 20′s reluctantly being offered.

“What about you Scallywag?”

“I’ve only got love to offer you Misty.”

“That’s why I love you.”

She then scurries over to the foyer before bringing Jose, the delivery boy into the room.

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8 COMMENTS

  1. Michelle KNOWS, I introcuded her to the MapleLeaf’s Captain because he was the most handsome muscular man out of the lot of them.

  2. And Michelle, I even introduced you MORON to the Mapleleaf’s Captain, HELLO!

  3. NO! I know what I am talking about here. THEY WERE ALL COMPLETE PSYCHOMANIC AND SOCIOPATHOLOGICAL! AND sexually dysfunctional.

  4. GO WITH THE COKE WHORE! You have your pick Metallica. Sue Ernst, Jacqueline Zima, Julie Capone, Barbara Mitchell, Tara McCabe, why I could introduce you to the LOT OF THEM! Stay the fuck away from me.

  5. more gag inducing pretension. this shit is all fake and vapid. useless, meaningless, soulless, talent less. write about something interesting for once. not about something we know; inbred rich people do blow. big. fuckin. whoop.

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