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Sold Out

Pandora sat in her fathers study. Nervously she retied the ribbons around her pig tails and pulled her white socks up to her knees. She was in serious, deep shit and her stomach was knotting so tightly with nerves it was almost cramping. How could she have been so stupid? And why did she have to get caught day of one of the biggest parties of the year, her friend Jemima’s eighteenth? Pandora was so looking forward to it. She looked at her Cartier watch and hoped that her father wasn’t going to be long. Just as her mind drifted off to all the fun she was going to have later that evening, the study door opened and slammed shut and immediately Pandora stiffened. Her father was a formidable figure, at the best of times, there was no two ways about that. However, Pandora was pretty confident she could win him over. She was after all, his little princess and pride and joy. She watched as he sat down at his desk and formed a steeple with his fingers. He didn’t look at her at first, his hooded eyes seemed somehow fascinated with his own fingers before his interest in them seemed to suddenly break. He looked at Pandora and she felt her heart flip as she saw the familiar tic in her father’s temple that signaled he was furious. The last time Pandora had seen it was when her mother had been caught fucking his accountant. It had never been directed at her until now and Pandora felt a shiver down her spine. “Why are you dressed in your old school uniform?” He asked and Pandora shifted ...

... uncomfortably in her seat,. “Its Jemima’s party Daddy and its a fancy dress, I thought I would go as a St Trininian.” Her father raised his eyebrows at her, “Really? Well, I think dressing like a juvenile is pretty apt don’t you? Seeing as your mind and behaviour seems to have moved backwards instead of forwards.” Pandora looked at him and deiced that her best plan of action was to take the insults and the bollocking and then work on bringing her father round. “Whatever possessed you to steal money from me??” he asked, a frown knitting his brow. “I didn’t steal it from you,” Pandora exclaimed. “I was just borrowing it out of my trust fund that’s all.” Her father laughed sarcastically, “Only out of your trust fund? Your trust fund, which should not be touched until you are twenty one? Now I am aware that to certain extent its Jerry’s fault for releasing it to you, however, no doubt there was quite a lot of persuasion on your part. Pandora nodded. Although she was far from happy with her current situation, she had to admit her part in the corruption of Jerry, her fathers new accountant. Pandora had felt slightly guilty at the time seeing as her mother had fucked the last one. Not that Pandora had actually fucked Jerry, she’d just insinuated to him that it was a distinct possibility if he kept releasing her money. It had been so easy to get Jerry to release funds to her. The moment he started complimenting her on her ebony curls and eyes that he described as blue as the ocean, ...