Chapter XIII
"Maturing"
Part 30
It’s not to say that Annie and Kitty, along with their sluttyfication, were simultaneously turning into lecherous drunks. Rather, they occasionally liked to brighten up their bimbo routine with bubbles of Champagne. Moët, Lanson, Veuve Clicquot… the sort of names that used to mean absolutely jack shit to Anna when she was still just Anna, not Miss Heels (ha-ha). But somehow, through this twisted, glitter-streaked metamorphosis, those names started to make sense. They became like secret passwords to a world where things sparkled and nothing bad could ever really happen—or at least you could pretend that was the case while sipping. And Kitty - copycat, as always, followed her crazy blonde bombshell mentor...
“So, my little smokin’ bitch,” Annie drawled, her voice dripping with mockery and heat, “you finally like it?”
Kitty shifted, her new tits practically begging for attention as they strained against the obscene excuse for nightwear Anna had oh-so-generously gifted her.
Anna’s gaze was shameless, flicking over Kitty’s curves like she owned every inch of them. “Oh, don’t bother answering,” she purred, raising a bottle with a wicked grin. “I can see those perky little fuckers are already screaming ‘thank you.’ Finally got to drink to them, huh?”
She took a slow sip, her eyes never leaving Kitty’s tanned boobs. “Here’s to me—for making you look halfway fuckable.”
Kitty, whose tan had somehow gotten even more flawless in the last few days, was really satisfied with her transformation, she grinned, anticipating the creamy, croissant-like taste promised by the open bottle’s scent...