It wasn’t always that you get invited to a party full of rich upperclassmen. Well, perhaps it wasn’t always for normal people. For Joyce however, it was a regular occurrence. Joyce, to put it simply, was a gold digging whore. Her legs hadn’t needed to close since she was in her early teens, always knowing her looks would take her wherever it was that she desired.
She had smooth, clear porcelain skin, long shiny raven hair that cascaded beautifully down her backside and flowed over her shoulders. It wasn’t hard to get what she wanted, and with her plump rosy lips and mesmerizing emerald eyes, a sway of her hips, and perhaps batting her eyelashes for affect, it was said, (bitterly mind you,) that she could take over the world if she tried hard enough.
Joyce was physically one of the most beautiful women you could ever lay eyes on, but on the inside, she was more rotten than a carton of eggs left out for three days in August heat. She didn’t care about