Her shoulder-length blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun behind her head. Her curves were hidden under her baggy top with her name tag, and black lace skirt.
Tommy was sweating buckets just thinking about her; he did not have the nerve to ask her out on a date. “Do you think your dust would work on Candace over there? Man, what I would do to her. What you think, Richie?” Tommy asked quietly, so no one else could hear them.
“Wait, Tommy. Make sure you get her on her own. You don’t know, the effects are very quick, so we need to plan this one out first,” Richie told Tommy, as he thought of a plan, the wheels in his head were turning into a plan.
To be continued.
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