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Cliches: Once popular, and possibly still popular, concepts or ideas that are widely known and are commonly used.

Suffice to say, everyone knows a cliche when they see one. A hero getting the girl, stoners being hungry, nerd wearing glasses, etc etc.

The only one that mattered to Kylie, was older, married, unhappy men, being pervy and oggling girls their daughters age. Not that Kylie particularly enjoyed this cliche, but she definitely took full advantage of it.

She was amazed at house easy it was to get away with damn near anything or earn any favor from the older men in her life. All she had to do was put on a little make up, wear a cute skirt, throw on a pouty voice, and flutter her eyes. It was like a spell in the real world. She could see her prey's eyes glaze over with a thick layer of perverse fantasy, caught deep in her grasp as she too what she needed. She could get out of any class without consequence, get anyone to driver her across town, and never got carded when she bought alcohol, despite only being 18. The only people it didn't seem to work on were her parents, but even they had a soft spot for their daughter sometimes.

Unfortunately for Kylie, asking them to buy her and her bestfriend Anna tickets to a music festival over the summer, was not one of those times. She pouted for days, locking herself in her room, not speaking to her dad, only coming out when she thought of a foolproof plan to get her tickets. Her father may be a stubborn pig, but Anna's father was not!

Anna always described him as a total pushover, always being mostly quiet when Kylie came over, overshadowed by Anna and her mom, both domineering and rude to him. Kylie would almost feel bad for the man, but the way he simply rolled over on any disagreement with the women in his house, despite being the sole breadwinner, was honestly a little pathetic. Anna even once wondered aloud what her mom even saw in him, but swore her mom loved him to the moon and back.

Either way, he seemed like the perfect target to work over for her prize. Her plan was simple: She'd go over one day in the middle of the week when Anna and her mom were out, wearing the usual get up, and ask nicely for the tickets in exchange for a little favor from her. She didn't do it often, but was no stranger to offering some skin to skin contact to get more out of folks, though the farthest she'd ever gone was giving a hand job to get out of writing a paper, and she figured Anna's father couldn't ask for much more. She was confident of this fact as she strode into Anna's house, feigning an unsuccessful search for her friend, putting her plan into action.

Mr. Steven's was oddly stubborn about not giver her and Anna the tickets, utterly unlike the man she knew, offering polite but firm "No"s. It was only when she offered to do "anything" that he finally relented, a small, worrisome smile on his face, yet she still remained confident that he'd never ask for anything much beyond what she'd done before.

She knew all too quickly that she had misjudged Mr. Steven's for the entire time she knew him. His hands groped and explored parts of her body that she had planned to relent to him slowly, taking them quickly with a perverse and eager grip that was firm and uncaring. He took her face roughly into his hand, seemingly inspecting her face before invading her mouth with his own, the taste and warmth of his tounge shocking her.

Hours later, exhausted, shaking, and made an utter mess, dripping a mix of fluids, she had earned her tickets and learned a new lesson.

She had to be careful with clichés from now on, because she was one too.