I grew up as a Catholic. Went to a Catholic school and like all teenagers I had a rebellious side and in hindsight I possibly had something more to prove than a ‘normal’ girl. In fact the nun’s strict dogma and fear inducing talk of sex and how promiscuous women would go to hell just pushed me into a slutty lifestyle.
I easily found myself in a group of girls of similar mind to me who simply wanted to experience the world to the full. We were what you could imagine of girls on heat. We dressed and applied makeup will in excess of our years and easily blagged our way into night clubs and soon learnt how to join the VIP area for free and mix with the rich and powerful. Well actually it was the daddies that were powerful and the clientele were just the spoilt kids.
Over the summer we got ourselves well known in the ‘elite’ set and I soon had a steady boyfriend. He was 20 and I was only 16. I was well developed as a young girl sporting a 32D bust by this age which was firm and high on my chest. (It isn’t now). I was athletic and had the legs to match. With I short hem line and a low cut neck dress I passed as 21 without a problem.