Pamela Anderson Novels & Stories

Pamela said as she flipped back her long, wavy, reddish-brown hair. She then pulled out a card from her purse. "How about five hundred thousand?" Sierra blinked. Darn it! She sold it way too early. "If you think that is too low, I can add a little more," Pamela pressed, clearly wanting to make Sierra miserable. "All you have to do is call me Mrs. Henderson." Sierra's fingers tightened around her phone. Why didn't this rich idiot come to her sooner?

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

"I saw you walking past the window." She looked at the bar that I had just come from. Of course it didn't look good that I was in a bar at 4 in the afternoon. If her opinion of me wasn't bad enough already. "How is Penelope?"I asked. "She's good.. Um she's with my Mom right now, I just finished up at the hotel."She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and looked at Carmen. "Did Brent call you?"Carmen asked, trying to brake the awkward tension between us."He mentioned that he was going to give you a call about his Bachelor party."

She was slender, exuding a natural grace, her thick raven black hair was flowing freely in waves halfway down her back. Pamela, on the other hand, stood at an impressive height of 5 feet 10 inches. Her past life as a supermodel and a former beauty queen lent her an air of sophistication and elegance that she wore effortlessly. Pamela's expression held a hint of exasperation as she regarded her daughter. Pamela loved everything about her daughter aside from a total lack of interest in mingling with people. "Bernice, I understand your love for books, but your youth is meant for more than just hiding away in pages and imaginary worlds," Pamela remarked, her voice carrying a mix of concern and f

I smile sadly and shake my head before hopping into her car. It is a yellow BMW×5 and I always enjoy the ride with Pamela. She is neither a fast driver nor is she a slow driver. Her father owns a telecommunications firm while her mother works in the White House. I have no idea what the woman does in there and Pamela doesn't like talking about her mom and what she does. But she is damn proud of her father and his achievements. Pamela is the apple of his eyes.

“Unfortunately, that’s quite hard to do. I’m possibly the last of my kind. Who’s to say you won’t take whatever ability I possess?” “No, your protected by Cord’s rules, Lovely, and besides, ” Pamela pointed a finger at her chest. “I don’t feel any power in you. It’s as if it is blocked by something. I can’t seem to get through that slice of information in your brain.” “Huh, at least there is something I have privacy about, ” Amanda pointed out. Pamela only gave her a slow nod, somehow pleased with the progress of their first meeting. “Well then, I guess I am overstaying here, so I will leave now.” She stood up and smiled on Cord and Amanda’s way. “Enjoy the remainder of your dinner lovebirds

Pamela loved to make us look like the bad guys, as though she cared about anyone other than herself. “We didn't want to disturb you because we thought you were on one of your soul searching retreats,” I fibbed, to which she nodded. “That's acceptable and you are all forgiven,” She replied, and I scoffed. “My parents are getting a divorce, so I have been in Arizona all month to support my mother. My dad is the worst scumbag of all.” Sometimes, I couldn't help but wonder how Pamela had gotten such a reputable job as head of the accounting department, because she was the most unprofessional person I knew.

The bulletproof vests are inside the van already so I don't have to worry about that. I organize all the weapons in the van while Chad gives us snacks, Chris starts to set up the computers in the back and Ryland goes over the route we're going to take. Once I'm done, I go back to the room Amanda and I were in. I find her sitting on the bed, putting on her heels. Leaning against the door frame, I watch her apply some makeup through the mirror. The red lipstick always makes her look hot. As she puts her hair up into a tight bun, I can't help but to check her out, her ass looks so good in those tight jeans.

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -