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Aalyiarah
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Vivian looked at the address one last time on her phone before pocketing it, this was the place. Looking at the front door she'd retrieve the house key from her bountiful breasts and approached. The young girl had been contacted on Twitter, offered a sum of money and given her task. The amount had the eighteen-year-old in a position that it would be stupid for her not to accept. 'Alright, you can do this,' it wasn't the fact that she was nervous about the task that had her coaching herself. It was the illegal home entering, but she had a key.
Unlocking the door, she'd swing it open allowing the knob to hit the wall with a thud. Looking around the room she'd see a rather puzzled looking man. He was shorter than her by a good inch or two, with a smaller frame and well dressed. She had arrived at six and was told not to be late. The man looked as if he was about to head out, but Vivian wasn't going to allow that. "Nathaniel, where do you think you're going?" Putting a hand on her hip she'd use her foot to close the door. "Ugh, get out of those good clothes right now!" Vivian spoke with a commanding tone making sure to keep her eyes peeled on him.
Unlocking the door, she'd swing it open allowing the knob to hit the wall with a thud. Looking around the room she'd see a rather puzzled looking man. He was shorter than her by a good inch or two, with a smaller frame and well dressed. She had arrived at six and was told not to be late. The man looked as if he was about to head out, but Vivian wasn't going to allow that. "Nathaniel, where do you think you're going?" Putting a hand on her hip she'd use her foot to close the door. "Ugh, get out of those good clothes right now!" Vivian spoke with a commanding tone making sure to keep her eyes peeled on him.