Bad news H2B, they were so right - I am a fucking gold-digger. They all warned you - your friends, your family, anyone that saw us together - everyone could see I was a gold-digger except you. It was kinda obvious - I'm way younger than you, super-hot, and very obviously not into you like you're into me but you were so blinded by my dream-girl body and bratty attitude that you couldn't see what everyone else could. That the only thing I was into was your money. I made you treat me like a trophy girlfriend - made you spoil me with gifts and money - made you take me shopping so that I could l...
Bad news H2B, they were so right - I am a fucking gold-digger. They all warned you - your friends, your family, anyone that saw us together - everyone could see I was a gold-digger except you. It was kinda obvious - I'm way younger than you, super-hot, and very obviously not into you like you're into me but you were so blinded by my dream-girl body and bratty attitude that you couldn't see what everyone else could. That the only thing I was into was your money. I made you treat me like a trophy girlfriend - made you spoil me with gifts and money - made you take me shopping so that I could look every inch the gold-digger. You worked so hard to fund my Gucci bags, Louboutin heels and all the cutest designer dresses I wanted and what did you get from me? Nothing. I haven't let you fuck me - not once. I'm not even nice to you!.. I boss you around and treat you so mean - just like a gold-digger should!
I'm a total bitch to you but you can't leave me can you? You can't prove everyone right about me. You can't give up the hottest girlfriend a loser like you could ever wish for. No, piggie - you're trapped now. You're gonna have to marry your findom-fiancé and accept your pay-piggie life for as long as you can afford to keep me in Prada. You'll have the trophy wife you always wanted - the too-good-for-you princess with perfect tits and a cute ass and only you will have any idea just how much it costs to hold on to me. Only you will know how many hours of overtime you have to slave away for to keep me happy. Only you will know how many credit cards you have to clear each month so that I can max them all out a few days later on cute new Honey-B sets you won't even get to fuck me in. Only you will know just how miserable your bitchy findom princess makes your pay-piggie life.
I'm going to love keeping you trapped in your pay-piggie marriage. I'm gonna love bossing you around and making you pay for everything I want. I'm gonna love demanding expensive presents from you - making you buy vacations for me to take while you stay at home and work. Making you pay for spa-days and pamper treatments while you slave away in your boring job. But most of all I'm gonna love making you pay my super-hot personal trainer to keep a close eye on the dream-girl body you never get to see. Uh-huh - you don't want me bored while you're busy at work, do you piggie? You wouldn't rather I went shopping with your card every day would you? You'd prefer for your trophy gold-digger Princess to spend more time making herself look even hotter wouldn't you? You would - so you'd better not miss a single payment to Brad - I'd be really upset if you did piggie.
