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The Wizard of Xon

"It's not fair! I always get fucked over, and left with the gay one!" A high pitched slightly nasal, yet ultimately cute voice called over rushing winds from the back seat of a cherry red convertible, roaring down the twisted Cliffside highway. It was Dorothy-Lynn, the smallest of the "Three D's". The Dorothy trio, notorious around the campus for being the naughtiest, easiest, and amazingly sexiest ladies there ever was in history of High School Seniors. She has shoulder top length slightly, mahogany hair. The ends naturally curled under to give it a lovely boost, touch ably soft, and like silk, or so many men have said.

She was clad in simple young teen fashion, tight, and sexy. She wore a pink baby-tee with rhinestone words across the front of her well-formed breasts, one word in a scripted fashion, Princess. Faded form fitting jeans hugged low on her waist, her feet had open toed platform sandals, her stripper sandals, and she called them affectionately. On a few of her fingers were meaningless rings she has been given, or has bought with daddy's money, along with traditional high school ring, the most expensive and fashionable one that money could by, of course. Next to her say her newly ex-boyfriend Leon, not as equally as fashionable as her, but a new earring adorned the appropriate ear, the earring rainbow to boot, showing his new found pride in his sexuality, which was far from heterosexual, suddenly. He wore a nice silk button down shirt, of a fine blue color with simple design on it, snug slacks, shiny dress shoes, his hair disheveled spikes, a dark golden color, like lion's fur, barely moving in the gusting wind. He was leaning away from Dorothy-Lynn, arm resting on the folded back rooftop of the car, watching the cliff whiz by, trying to drain out her endless complaining.

"AH! The fuck! Watch the fucking road!" Screamed the scared and slightly pissed off tone of Dorothy-Anne, the one riding in the front seat. She had slightly shorter blonde hair, a mass of sweet ringlets, gave her an all to sweet school girl look, but never judge a book by it's cover. She was facing the elusive driver of the car with fire in her bright greenish-blue eyes.

"I have fucking control, chill out girl!" Came the calm, and demanding voice of Dorothy-Jane, the driver.

Dorothy-Anne turned and threw her back against the chair with a huff, pulling a slender hand holding a slim cigarette to her painted lips, taking a long drag then blowing it out, it trailed from her lips right into the face of the sleeping Tim. Dorothy-Anne turned her head and look at Tim, her golden girls brushed against her cheek from the wind, whipping about like some wild golden mane. She was wearing a very pale yellow tube top, with some cute jean Capri's, and flat sandals. Around her neck a gold chain shifted, a single diamond hanging from it, On her wrist with the hand with the cigarette was a dainty gold charm bracelet, around her waist, through the silver hoop pierced in belly button, was a very thin gold chain. She was the biggest of the three, but it was fetching of her, her softly golden tanned skin, and sweet look, she was a knock out, but they all were, in their own ways. Her eyes were looking at her newly made ex-boyfriend, who was out cold, head back, snoring, thought you couldn't hear it over the roar of the wind and car from Dorothy-Jane's crazy driving, she whipped around a turn at break-neck speed but never lost a beat. Tim had blonde hair also, but it was so pale it looked platinum, a strange silver sheen to it, he was built, sleek, fast, that's how Dorothy-Anne liked them, fast. He was wearing a skintight silver latex shirt, baggy black jeans and some random boots he had found all scuffed up. She rolled her eyes and turned back around with another huff and a drag of the cig. "Fucking bullshit." She muttered.

A very soft and throaty chuckle came out of Dorothy-Jane's throat. She was the raven haired of the three, long flowing silken black locks, straight as can be, red sparked from it when the sun hit it just right. Her hands both on the wheel as she took another turn racing up the Cliffside, in the seemingly never-ending ride. Her skin was milky, no matter the fact that she was always outside and barely wearing anything. Today she was adorned in a purple and black lace dress, the skirt, well above her knees. Black opened toed, criss-crossing laced up the leg sandals with a severely pointed heel. Her bright blue eyes were slightly narrowed as a coy smile was on her rouged lips. The cherry red car came to a screeching, dust throwing halt in front of a huge cliff-top mansion, as Dorothy-Jane pressed the horn to signal their arrival. After a few minutes of silent wait, a guy emerged form the doors slamming them and half jogging to the car. It was Dorothy-Jane's boy toy, Scott. He had dust hay colored hair, disheveled and messy, he was thin, a twig of a man, with clothing that hung off him, he wore a red holey flannel and ripped jeans, some old boots, and other such items. He was said to have always looked like a raggedy Scarecrow with a nice hotness about him.

"He hot shit! Hurry up we'll be late!" Dorothy-Anne barked at him from behind a cloud of the rapidly receding cigarette smoke.

"Don't get your panties in a twist I'm here!" He says as he places a hand on the door near Dorothy-Jane and leaps over her lap and lands between her and Dorothy-Anne, taking a moment to kiss his girl, and waves to the guys. With that they reversed, sped out and took off down the cliff side.