Raerly – hey thanks for reading it about the errors sorry if there are some hehe english is not my first language so…

sonx4xlife – yup CI is one of my favorite movies and SoN is kind of growing on me so I don’t know inspiration just struck me, I guess.

Atg11 — thanks

spashleyluver  – what does PMS means? sorry hehe im kind of dumb when it comes to this kind of things.

 now onto the story……

Typical Friday night. I thought as I leaned back into the plushest chair Ego has to offer, taking a sip on my club soda. Normally I would have a much stronger drink. But not tonight. Tonight, I’m on a prowl. For what? Well truthfully? I’m looking for someone who could be my new flavor of the night, or maybe for the week depending on how well he or she can perform – if you know what I mean. So, here I am, currently surrounded by the hottest, wealthiest and uh not so bright LA Hollywood has to offer, dancing, grinding and almost fucking to the latest beat presented by the club’s resident DJ patiently lurking in the shadows of the VIP vicinity, waiting for someone interesting enough to pique my already bored countenance.

I scanned the mass of bodies pulsating in front of me. All of them were from the prestigious secondary school in the area, King High and as privilege as they are, they still continue to uphold the knowledge that wherever they are, in or outside the campus, there’s still a need to acknowledge a much higher power than themselves, namely yours truly. Yes I am the Queenbee of the elites and the not so selected few of King High, the control I have over this simpletons – alright so they are people too I know, can become overwhelming to others but the fact of the matter is that I craved, I lived for the power, I’ve always wanted the control that money and a devious mind has to offer. And lucky for me, I have both…….and so much more. And unfortunately for those who’s not….well me, is that they lack all the necessary attributes and qualities to make it as far as I have gotten myself into. It have not always been easy for me though, there are a few times where I had to sacrifice myself in order to get what I want. Success waits for no one, I always say. And it’s true you’ve got to make an effort depending on how much farther you want to go. And those smart enough to realize that I can snap them with a mere flick of my porcelain risk, flocked by my side, tolerating the constant bitching and endless humiliation while just waiting for their turn to experience first hand, albeit for a short time, how you can lose yourself in the gravity of one, Ashley Davies. I snort at that. Yes, I admit, at such a young and tender age of 16, I had managed to acquire a taste of what both sexes and various ethnicities have to offer. And frankly? No matter how much booty I get, my lifestyle, the constant partying and ending up with different guy or girl or probably both in the same night doesn’t get old. And those power craving bastards and bitches all at one point thought that they could change me, for the better or worse depending on your point of view, all and everyone of them failed. I don’t have anything to change. I like myself as it is. The cold, conniving, collected, and manipulative bitch that I had molded and perfected ever since I reached puberty and learned how to dangle my sexuality to get anything I had ever wanted. So far, I haven’t met anyone who can easily fluster me.