Jessica
and Asma: Copycats
Asma
ran her fingers through her pink locks, her hazel eyes set upon the
waiting for clients at her parlor. While she loved her job, she could
careless for the crow eaters who had an appointment with her today.
All of them were long-haired slender brunettes with an attitude. None
of them, however, had Jessica's class or even sense of self. They were
copycats, look-alike airheads who didn't realize that they would
never replace the Queen. Most of them didn't have any ambition, if
not just have a couple of mean bikers fuck them around and show them
around like trophy wives. Some of them, however, wanted the throne
and they were speculating about whether or not they could replace
Jessica. Tandy was one of them. Slim figure with a little curve on
her, an intense blue gaze and long soft chocolate locks. She came in
asking for a heart tattoo on her right hand's little finger, which
Asma frowned upon. She straight-up refused to do it to her, claiming
that she could have anything but a heart tattoo on a finger. They
argued, but Asma dryly told her that she wouldn't be the next queen
and that Jax hated copycats anyway. It was enough to make her
back-off.
Copycats?
Really? It is true that when the cat isn't there, mouses dance
their asses off. Disgusting! Tandy changed her mind, asked for
stylized hearts instead of on her pelvis. Good, get your coochie
tattooed and stop playing pretend. Asma obliged her request, made
sure she was half-listening to what the airhead was saying and it
didn't disappoint. Word got out that Jessica hadn't visited Jax in
Prison for a while. Did they know why? Of course, not. Did they
speculate? Oh yeah, they did. For these girls, the queen was
not doing her duty properly, so someone had to step in. Fucking
idiots! Did you think that Jax was that type of guy?
Because he wasn't getting pussy he would let anyone of you slide it
in? Stupid girls...Stupid fucking girls! Jax and Jessica
were more than this, they were more than sex, more than the
satisfaction of the flesh, they were more than the basic idea of a
couple those women had. They were the real deal, the ride or die
type. They were partners, equals, and when Jax couldn't run his
business, Jessica did. Working on these idiots was frustrating
because it forced Asma to realize she was missing her sister. Her
heart bled out...her heart bled out but she had to keep her composure
and wait.
And
wait.....
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