Diana stubbed out her cigarette before she headed downstairs. It wouldn't pay for Mommy dearest to see her smoking. Not that Mommy was perfect, of course. Diana knew the kinky kitty games Cheetah was getting up to with Selina Kyle. Actually, they were turning Diana on.
She was having a lot of strange dreams, dreams of her on an island of women, big muscular women. It was really turning her on, actually. She kept fantasizing about having one of those Amazons between her legs, lapping up all of Diana's cream.
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Later, at school, Charlie Frost pranced down the hall, shaking her booty, twiddling her curls, and snapping her gum.
It was ironic, despite his intense willpower, there was absolutely no resistance from Professor X in her mind. His life had been so stressful, full of all kinds of responsibility and heart-break. And now he -- she -- didn't have a care in the world, was nothing but a vapid, tarty little brat of a teen. No responsibilities at all!
"Mags!" Charlie giggled as she saw her bff.
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