gretta

gretta was exited. It was the morning of her 18th birthday. She had woken up early, done some yoga and had a healthy breakfast. Now she was at the mall, shopping for clothes for the party.

I wonder what its gonna be that Daddy bought me? Better be a fucking car! She thought, while checking a purple bra in a store. Excuse me! Excuse me! She yelled to the clerk and the clerk quickly ran to her. Until what size these go up to? She asked. Just a minute mam, I will go and check… and what would it be your s….. 70EE She replied quickly, without even a flinch of smile on her face. I don’t have to smile on a fucking bra store clerk, my daddy could buy this place, she thought.

The clerk ran back, blushing, and announced that they did not have her size. Fuckin idiots! She thought but managed to keep it in. Instead she just looked the clerk with empty eyes until the blushing clerk understood to go away, while mumbling something. gretta walked out of the store. She had developed those EE cup boobs while she was 15. She was very proud of them and they brought her a lot of power. Her slim and stacked body was her most precious thing in life and she was taking a good care of it too.

I hope it’s a fuckin car, it better be a fuckin car! She thought!

grettas dad was a doctor and a surgeon. A plastic surgeon to be exact. He had hes own private hospital and he had made a fortune on giving plastic surgery to some very powerful people that wanted to hide from the public. gretta remembers seeing a lot of mysterious Saudi-looking men in their
home while she was a kid.

Her long blonde hair was also gorgeous to look at. With her high cheekbones, bright blue eyes and slim waste, she was a bombshell. And she knew it…. a little too well might have some one say. But she did not care about jealous people. She had money, looks, good family and everything she ever wanted.

Fuck it would be horrible to be poor, she thought….

She walked home in a Saturday sunshine and was thinking the party she was going to throw in the evening. Everything was ready!

She arrived home and saw her daddy doing some gardening. She gave him a kiss onto cheek and her daddy smiled. She went inside and almost stumbled onto her brother, while entering kitchen. Fuckin idiot! She said to him. Her 16 year old little brother looked nothing like her at all. Actually she did not look like at all her dad even, and sometime wondered if she was from different planet or something. Adopted maybe? Her mother had died giving
birth to her and she had seen only one picture of her later. She didn’t care really. She had her daddy, and daddy was her precious!

gretta! Come here, her daddy yelled! I wanna show you something. gretta got exited! Now its gonna happen, a car! She thought. Come here gretta, follow me, he said. They walked to the basement together and gretta thought they were going for the carage, but no, they passed it, and continued deeper into the basement.

He stopped. He took out a some kinda remote controller from his pocket and said: I’ve been waiting this day 17 years now.