Call Me Daddy

Taylor's P.O.V

Being a 17 year old girl with a body similar to Nickis' minus, the plastic surgery has its good points and its bad points. This is one of the bad points. Apparently, my best friend Malia thinks that I'm equipped enough to become a stripper. When I told her that I wanted a part-time summer job, she said that there was a job that I would quote on quote die for... pssshhh.....as if I'd agree. I instantly declined, and for the past hour, I've been listening to her preach about how gifted I am and how my body could instantly turn a gay guy straight in the blink of an eye. I unknowingly fell asleep a couple minutes after she started talking, and now I have to listen to her preaching for another hour after being rudely awakened.

"T, I can not believe you won't even think about it. Look at it this way, you can get to fuck some hot guys for dollars or you can just shake your ass and still get the money." I unconsciously roll my eyes at her before replying. "Then why don't you do it, Lia!? You're the only one hyped up about this idea."

"I have the brains, and you have the ass, that's why," she scoffs at me. I fake being hurt while covering my heart. "You don't think I have brains? Ouch, that hurts." She looked at me like I'm stupid before replying sassily, "You know that's not what I meant and I can't believe you're really playing around right now. I. Am. Being. Serious!" her Mexican accent coming out a bit more with each word and that only happens when she is extremely serious and determined.

I sigh, "C'mon M, you know that I'm against that. We've talked about this before." Now I'm pouting and giving her puppy eyes at which she rolls her eyes and stroll away after stating that I never take chances in my life and that's why I'm going to die alone as a virgin, to which I snicker and blow her a kiss with a childish wink.

I then decided to get ready for the day, so I walked upstairs to my room to take a shower.

After my much needed bath, I leave the bathroom with a towel around my body and another drying my hair. 'What to wear, what to wear?' I chant softly, going through my closet.

'How about this black ripped jeans and my white off shoulder blouse with my black and white converse.' I honestly don't know why I keep talking to myself like this. After doing my hair in a tight ponytail with light makeup added to my face, I grabbed my phone and purse, then headed downstairs.

"Aunty, I'm going out." My aunt walks out of the kitchen in an apron, eyeing me up and down, "Where are you off to?"

"Just gonna hang out with some friends. Probably go to a movie."

"Okay, but dont be out too late."

"I won't."

I walk out after requesting lasagna with mashed potatoes and baked chicken for dinner. Making my way out onto the porch, my phone starts ringing, startling me in the process. The caller ID shows Dave calling, one of Malias' friends. "Taylor here," I answered, picking up. "Where are you, chicka?"

"I'm currently in an abandoned warehouse as a kidnapped hostage," I state sassily with an eye roll. "Don't get all sassy on me, bitch. I'll go loco on you." OH! did I mention that this little jerk is gay? No!? Well, now you know. I know him because Malia knows him, I don't have time going around recruiting friends. I mean, what's the point they just want someone to buy them free drinks at a bar or a club. Trust me, I don't do that shit.

"State your purpose, Mave!" I stress the name just to irritate him." FYI, it's Dave, not Mave! Where the fuck are you we're waiting at Stacey's house."

"FYI, I don't give a fuck about your name; Dave or Mave you're still a dick thirsty bitch! And I will be there in a minute."

"You slimy..." and there goes my finger pressing the end button to that call.

'You can be such a bitch sometimes,' my inner voice says. 'I know right' was my spicy reply.

Since it was such a beautiful sunny day, I got into my jaguar 8200, the latest model, and drove off in the direction of Stacey's house. I am what you would classify as a spoiled rich kid, the only difference is that I don't flaunt it in anyone's face and I don't act like I'm better than everyone, along with the fact that this kid has no parents. My Aunt Florence doesn't reveal much about my parents or all this money, so I stopped asking.

Coming out of my thoughts, I realise that I'm in front of Stacey's house and I hear this aggravating voice that I pin to no one else but Mave.....Oops I mean Dave. I then notice that he's talking to me, so I switch my focus to him.

"Bitch did you rob a bank or sumn this ride is sweet!"

"Nope I've just been seeing your dad alot lately, especially at night's if you know what I mean" I smirk at the disgusted look on his face. He whispered something under his breath like "that's why I fucking hate this bitch" or whatever ,it's not like I care anyways.

"So where we all headed?" I asked a bit confused.

"OH, Malia said we should all meet her at Wreckers in a couple of minutes," Stacey said.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

"Yay the hot guys club"

Dave and I said at the same time before glancing at each other.

"Why do you sound so bummed out?" Stacey asked

"That little she-devil has been trying to get me to apply as a stripper there. I bet this is another one of her little plea deals." I reply with a scowl on my face.

"Stop acting like you don't want to fuck some hot guys for money bitch!"

"Shut it asshole" I glare at Dave.

'I swear that bitch needs a beat down'

'You think I don't know that'

'I wasn't really asking you Dumbo I was stating'

'Fuck off!" i give my inner girl a middle finger.

"Alright, I'll see you guys there then," I state, starting up my car. "So you're not gonna give anyone a ride?" Of course, Dave had to open his mouth. "Well, Mave, Stacey has a car that can fit both of you, and I just can't have you in my car polluting it now, can I?" I wink at him then speed off before he could try to insult me, key word try. I'm now determined to find out what Malias next little scheme could be.