The Brat: Chapter Three
- Hamlin
- Jun 11
- 14 min read
Tara had always thought medical offices were just for old people, but this one was built for humiliation. The clinic was perched over the cliffs on the edge of town, all white glass and steel, like some Bond-villain fortress for making women hate themselves. She showed up at 9 AM, still technically hungover, in the pink minidress Charles had laid out for her on her dorm desk. The dress wasn’t a dress so much as a strip of spandex that barely covered her ass and telegraphed her nipples through the fabric.
