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Originally posted by Badger
Katy looks nervous, and hurriedly distracts Luke by talking excitedly about some Snapshot Gramchat social media nonsense, making sure to shake her bust rather violently. Several executives cough awkwardly and cross their legs.
"Let's get dis **** done fam! Holla at me sister!" Katy shouts, holding her hand up to the black woman siting close to her. The 42 year old executive from Bridgeport looks shocked and offended.
"Have you heard anything about Ms Sebert?" One executive says seriously.
Luke scowls. "The fridge should've kept her mouth shut. She's not gonna win."
The suits look uncomfortably at each other. "I'll take that as a no." The first mutters.
"Omg poor Kesha!" Katy squeaks while touching up her heavy orange powdered foundation. The asthmatic woman beside her splutters in tears. "Dat gerl should just swallow and go!  " She giggles like a Japanese school girl entertaining a middle aged businessman.
"Katy! Zip it! You're implicating me!" Luke snaps.
Katy's fake smile drops. "Maybe I should just tweet something in solidarity now." The playfulness in her voice gone, she traces the keypad of her phone.
"You bitch! Don't forget I own you! You're nothing without me!" Dr Luke slaps her sharply across the face, knocking her piled braids askew. |
She gets up, shaking it off; it would be silly to speak up now.
She doesn't even want to. Katy likes this behavior now: a man needs her.
"Haha bruh, always keepin' me in check!"
She takes off her top.
Katy is Britney's last standing shield, the Modneys must literally want me DEAD right now 
