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Brandi Wayne shrieked as the persistent sound of the phone snapped her out of sleep.
"11:00 AM? Who th' fuck is calling me this early?"
The tiny little 17-year old girl rolled out of bed, past the two massive hunks who slept beside her, and grabbed her expensive sparkly black phone.
Brandi Wayne was one of the sexiest, scandlous, and wealthiest teenagers around. She'd inherited the Wayne Fortune after her parents were murdered, and with no real authority figure, spent most of her time on parties, fashion, booze, drugs, and guys!
She liked to look "cute goth," with black or purple eyeshadow, lipstick, and nail polish, lots of jewellerly and piercings, and tight shiny outfints. Her short black hair was often done up into two buns that looked rather like animal ears, and which everyone
thought was super-cool.
"Hello?" she growled into the phone.
Didn't anyone know better than to call her before 2:00?
"Brandi, it's Claire."
Even though Claire was older and a total bimbo, she was one of Brandi's best friends. The pampered trophy wife of Lex Luthor meant Claire had A LOT of money to spend, especially since "Daddy Lexy" loved to get gifts for his spoiled little wifey.
Claire and Brandi loved going shopping together, getting make-overs, and doing all the fun stuff to make themselves hot.
"What's up?" Brandi asked.
"I've been having weird dreams being a man in a funny costume with funny powers fighting bad guys."
Brandi raised an eyebrow. Those sounded like her dreams! Except she didn't have any powers, and was really scary.
"Claire? What's up?"
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