Daryl came back to the store at ten the next Friday looking for Jenni as he had promised. He pulled up behind the store looking for her car, waited for almost and hour, before reluctantly having to drive away without her. He knew she’d work well at the club. She was just the type, all sex appeal with the lack of a moral compass. The boss would give him his bonus the way he’d said he would, something big too. The club would make tons of bank having her in the stable.
Jenni was grounded for the past two weeks. She couldn’t do anything to escape her confines except to hang out at the house. The only thing she did was lay beside the pool moping the whole time and sneaking liquor from the bar just to get to sleep. Jenni was going crazy. Stuck at home, her body was aching from all the pent up sexual tension.
Friday night arrived and Jenni needed to escape. Making a desperate call to Tim and Gino, Jenni arranged to meet them on the road up behind the house after dark. She waited for quiet to descend over the house, then grabbed her knapsack, pushed open the screen to her window, and climbed out.
Jenni found them on the side of the road just where they said they’d be. Climbing through the rear door, she plopped down, tossing her bag to the side.
“Dressed for the occasion I see,” Tim observed, looking back at her through the rearview mirror.
Jenni pulled forward to the edge of the seat wearing only her oversized t-shirt draping off one shoulder.
“Shut the fuck up,” she quipped back. “I didn’t have time to play dress up.”
Tim and Gino both chuckled at her quick retort.
“Give me a smoke and something to drink,” Jenni ordered.
“And some of this,” Gino said, passing back the vile.
“Ah, yes,” she said, packing the straw all the way to the top. First one side, the coke igniting her brain, and then slamming another. She closed her eyes, arched her back, as the second popped across the synapses of her brain.
Gino passed her his can of Seven Up spiked with vodka. It tasted good, but she needed more.
“Give me the bottle,” she said, pushing her open hand forward.
Jenni pulled the vodka to her mouth, letting it flow over her tongue. She swallowed hard before passing it back.
Two more straws full and she was right.
“Smoke,” Jenni enquired.
Jenni spilled back against the seat billowing smoke out the side window.
“Well, where do we go boys?”, she asked.
“Where do you want to go?”, Tim said, glancing up at her in the mirror.
“Someplace where we can do more of this and that without my parents finding out,” Jenni replied, holding up the vile and pointing to the vodka.
“Let’s go to the office then,” said Gino.
His office really meant his double-wide trailer he had parked on the lot. Gino owned perhaps the most lucrative business around. He sold mobile homes to every newly wedded soldier family he could.
Gino always had tons of stimulants around to get Jenni in the right frame of mind. It wasn’t long before her buzz got the best of her and she began considering her other predicament. She hadn’t had any sex in over two weeks. The coke, booze, and pot sent her thoughts headed in that direction.
No longer concerned for the soldier, she felt Daryl wasn’t about to forget her. She knew deep down he’d come back to the store to see, not if, but when she’d show back up. They’d finished off half the vile when her mouth began to bend Tim’s ear.
“I need you to take me somewhere,” she said in a coke slurred whine. “No questions.”
“Where,” Tim said, staring hard at her.
“I’ll tell you when we get to the car,” Jenni replied. “I said, no questions. Come on.” She could always rely on Tim to bend to her desires.
“Okay,” said Tim.
They both had two last staws full before heading for the car and waving bye to Gino.
“We’ll be right back,” she promised.
“So, where is it you want me to go?”, asked Tim.
“To Strayhan’s,” Jenni said.
“The store?”, Tim said. “Why is the store such a secret”
“It’s not just the store,” Jenni replied. “It’s… let’s just go.”
Tim knew to ask more wasn’t going to get him any closer to an answer. As they passed under the Schlitz sign, Jenni reached over the seat to grab her bag.
“Pull up over there,” Jenni said, pointing to the end of the store.
Tim pulled the car to a stop halfway between the front and back. Jenni hopped out before he could react.
“Now you have to go,” Jenni ordered leaning in, pulling her bag out through the window after her.
“What?”, Tim exclaimed.
“Don’t ask,” Jenni said. “I need you to leave. If it doesn’t work out I’ll call you.”
“If what doesn’t work out?”, Tim asked, beginning to worry.
“Just go,” Jenni barked. “Please, just go.”
Tim stared at her for a bit. He knew it wouldn’t do any good to argue with her.
Jenni stood next to the ice machine, watching Tim leave, his car’s headlights framing her body, clothed only in that exhausted t-shirt. She stood waiting and watching until his brake lights passed out of sight before peeling it off and heading around back. Stuffing the shirt in her bag, pulling out a smoke, she found a milk crate to park her ass on, next to the dumpster while she waited.
Cars came and went, but never the right one. Daryl knew to pull around back. It was where she’d be waiting for him. On her fourth cigarette, she saw the green Super Beetle slowly circling around the store. Her hopes high, she couldn’t figure out if it was him or not. Tossing her pack behind the dumpster she slid partially out of sight just as the Beetle’s headlights blasted the back of the store.
Daryl’s two-week wait had come to a close. There she was, her gold curly locks vibrant in the light, peering back at him over the top of the dumpster. He couldn’t resist a smile. He cut the lights, then the engine. Jenni burst from behind the dumpster recognizing his smile. She raced around the front of his car, jumping halfway through the open window, grabbing him by the neck, thrusting her mouth to his.
“Nice,” Daryl said.
“I like that,” Jenni replied.
“What,” he said, smiling back at her.
“I like when you say that,” Jenni said.
“Oh,” he said. “You ready to party,” pulling her the rest of the way in. She yelped as she landed on his lap, her feet dangling out the widow, face sparkling, pushing her mouth back to his.
“Push over,” his head pointing in the direction of the empty seat.
“I need to grab my bag,” Jenni said.
“Leave it,” Daryl ordered. “You’ve got all you”ll need for where we’re going to party. Jenni looked him in his sly smiley eyes.
“Come on, believe me, you have everything you’re gonna need,” he said.
Jenni crab crawled out of his lap, turning her butt to him, giving it a wiggle before dropping it down in the seat.
“Nice,” Daryl said to himself while pulling on the lights, sparking the engine, and pushing the gear in reverse. Just as she fell back, Daryl revved the engine and popped the clutch. The green Super Beetle jerked backward, tossing shells, gravel, and dust everywhere, a billowing cloud engulfing the lot.
Jenni squealed with an exuberant glee, gripping Daryl’s wrist with one hand and the handle above the window with the other, bouncing up off the seat, as the car flew back. Jerking to a stop, Daryl slammed the gear up, gunning it forward, throwing a bigger cloud of dust and dirt up into the humid night air.
Jenni sank back in the seat, giddy from it all. The wind from the open window blowing her hair, causing it to cascade around over her face. She could only guess at what the night would hold in store. Daryl pushed down between her thighs, reaching down to spread those lips and felt for her excitement.
Closing her eyes, she opened her legs wide to let him in.
“Wet already,” he thought, smiling. It wasn’t long before he pulled the Beetle off the highway. Jenni pulled her head up as Daryl downshifted and braked, turning off the highway. Bright fluorescent lights made the inside of the car glow as he pulled up in front of the back door to the club.
“New Orleans Ladies,” flashed in bright yellow and green lights across the front windshield. Jenni had seen the club for years, but never once ventured anywhere near it.
“You ready to party,” Daryl asked. Jenni jumped up in the seat.
“In there,” she blossomed, her whole body temperature spiking and tingling as she contemplated the scene.
“In there,” Daryl said. “You’ll fit in perfectly. No one will think twice of another naked girl in a dance club. A crazy Friday night. All those guys. Come on, you’ll love it.”
Her eyes dilated at the thought.
Daryl stepped from the Beetle, Jenni opened her door and was about to step out as he motioned her to wait.
“I can’t bring you through the front. You wait over by the back door there, and Jessie will come let you in,” he explained, pulling her up by the hand, guiding her, his hand across her cheeks.
Jenni’s head was going nuts as Daryl disappeared around the corner. She nervously inhaled her cigarette, her hands pushing up her hair as three guys walked toward her out of the black.
“Hey baby,” one said, “what you doin out here,” as the second slithered his hand over her backside.
“Workin,” asked the third, just as the back door swung open.
“Oh, here you are,” Jessie said, pushing the hand away. “You know I told you not to come out here by yourself. Guys, go on inside, you’ll get your chance with this one just like everybody else, only for the right price.”
Jessie pulled Jenni’s left arm up away from her body, spinning her around.
“Daryl said you was nice,” he said. “He sure got a great taste in girls. Yeah, you gonna do just fine. I’m Jessie, and you must be Jenni. I run the girls here. I also run the bar, so what I say goes. You understand?”
Jenni found herself nodding her head in agreement. There before her stood a relic of her dreams. Only inches taller than she was, he had a chiseled look only too many cigarettes, whiskey and hard time could give anybody. His silver slicked back hair matched the silver wing tips on his black leather boots. He gave off the aura of a nineteen sixties street hustler, but you knew by looking at him he wasn’t a guy you’d ever care to tangle with.
He pushed two fingers down between her legs.
Jenni squirmed, sucking in as his fingers penetrated her.
“Yeah, you wet alright,” he told her, “Good’n wet.”
“Come on,” he said, his left hand reaching out for the back door, his right hand sliding across her cheeks, fingers once again finding their way up in between her legs, dipping back inside, guiding her forward.
“Time to meet the boss.”
Jessie pushed her on through what seemed was a large mop closet, full of trash, empty crates, boxes, trash cans, and on through another door. Jenni stopped to catch her balance, grabbing hold of the door frame instinctively pushing up to walk on her toes. As she pushed up Jessie’s fingers slid out, she stopped to let a tingle rocket over her skin. Just before she took the next step, he pushed his fingers back in. Jenni froze, her head tilted forward as she bit hard on her lower lip.
“You like that, don’t yah?” Jessie said. “I bet you’ll do almost anything, won’t you?”
Jenni slowly nodded her head up and down.
“You see that set of stairs over there, head on up. Slow, real slow,” he ordered.
Jenni tiptoed up the few steps to the bottom, placing her left foot up, she stopped making sure he was right behind. Pushing off, her right foot moved up, his fingers slipped out, then pushed back in as it went back down. She pushed off again, and it happened all over again. At the third step, Jenni shuddered, her body covered with goosebumps. She had to stop. A half dozen women burst out in laughter. To her right, the girls sat in all states of dress cackling.
“Look out Jessie,” one said, “three steps and that one’s a goner.”
They laughed even harder until another chimed in, “And by the time she reaches the top, she’ll be a puddle in your hand.”
“Don’t let them bother you any,” Jessie said, “some of them was worse when they first started working.”
Jenni took a second to regain her composure, lifting her head, before heading onto the top. Jessie pushed her on, his fingers twitching between her thighs. At the office door, he pushed her in.
“This the one Daryl talking about,” Buddy said, looking up at Jessie.
Buddy sat in a wide black leather chair, behind a large wooden desk, papers overwhelming the corners. In his lap sat a naked, slender, curvy girl, not much older than Jenni.
“Yeah,” Jessie said, “and she really wet too.” holding up three shiny fingers. Connie jumped off Buddy’s lap, darting toward Jessie.
Jenni smiled, watching Jessie dangle his fingers above Connie’s mouth. She wasn’t afraid or apprehensive, more aroused than she’d care to admit. Daryl was right, she thought, there wasn’t really anyplace better for her.
“Let me taste her,” Connie begged. “Come on baby, you promised I’d get to taste the next one.” Jessie, pushed out his right arm, circling his hand around the grab Connie hard by her left cheek, pulling her in. Dangling his shiny fingers over her head, he taunted, her mouth opening, tongue pushing out, as he slowly lowered them in. Jenni watched as Connie sucked her juices off Jessie’s fingers.
With a quick move, he pulled his fingers from Connie’s mouth, brushed them along her back, over her cheeks, between her thighs, before pushing them deep inside. Connie shuddered.
“Now I don’t want to hear another word from you,” Jessie said. “You got her in both ends of you.”
He pulled his fingers out. Jenni bent her head down, giving him a sly smile.
“Nice,” Buddy said.
It’d become a common phrase when it pertained to her. Buddy looked at Jenni, cocking his her a bit to the left, squinting his eyes in a quizzical fashion. He knew he’d seen her before, then his eyes widened as he recognized just where. She was that Johanson girl, the ex-district attorney’s youngest. Boy, had she grown up since the last time he’d laid eyes on her.
“Hi,” Buddy said moving away from the desk, “I’m the owner. This here’s my club. You met Jessie. We run a well respectable place. So, we don’t want no trouble. That there is Connie. Now we know your name, but in the tradition, and to keep all the girls who work here out of trouble, you get to have a name everyone here’ll call you by. You know a working name. You can choose one for yourself, or we can choose one for you.”
“Savanah,” Jenni blurting out a name she’d heard and liked, catching Buddy with his mouth open before he could utter his next word. “Savanah Georgia. I’m ripe as a sweet Georgia peach.”
“That you are,” Buddy agreed. “That you are. Come on over here and let me get a better look at you now.”
Jenni pushed up on her toes, gliding straight legged across the office floor. She stopped, looking down at the desk, catching sight of the many thick white lines of powder drawn across a
beveled mirror.
Buddy reached out for her hand, pulling her in.
“You like what you see?” Buddy asked.
Jenni nodded approval.
“You want some?” He asked again.
Jenni nodded in agreement once again. Buddy laid the rolled bill across her fingers. Jenni closed her fingers, bent forward, pushing the bill to her nose.
Buddy reached out to help, one hand pushing her hair back, the other brushing over her back and down between her cheeks.
Jenni picked the longest, thickest one, starting at one end, sucking it all hard up her right nostril to the other end. She raised up, first feeling nothing, then in the next instance it hit the back of her brain. The burn, the potency, she reeled over uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back in her head, and her hand reaching out to Buddy’s so she wouldn’t fall. Connie jumped to her side, arms gripping her waist as Jenni bent over.
“Are you alright,” Connie enquired. “That’s Buddy’s special blend. Half pure Peruvian, and half crystal meth.”
Jenni reached for the glass of whiskey sitting to the side. Buddy grabbed it, putting it to her mouth. In four gulps it was empty. They all stared at her, each with a worried concerned look written across their faces.
Buddy, glass in hand, moved to the small bar pressed up against the opposite wall. Jenni followed close behind, gripping the glass and his hand as he filled it, before pushing it up and guzzling it all down. A moment later she was back at the desk, bending over, and blasting the second largest line up her left nostril. Moving her body back up, tilting her head back, she sucked it all in. Connie moved into steady her.
Buddy dropped the full glass of bourbon in her hand, knowing she’d want it. She reached out, putting an arm around Connie’s waist as she pushed the whiskey over her tongue. Bringing the glass down, Jenni looked Connie in her eyes trying to figure her out.
“What’s next?” Jenni asked, turning to look at Buddy,
Buddy was all smiles, cause all he saw were all the dollars he was going to make with the two of them. Jenni was willing to let everyone else direct her as they wanted, she’d do whatever they asked.
“Next,” Buddy said, “is I want Connie to take you downstairs and get you all dolled up. Then you come back here where you can take another taste before Connie takes you around and introduces you to everyone in the club. Now you two go play while Jessie and I figure some things out.”
Thoughts of being in a club full of guys sent Jenni’s mind in all sorts of directions. Connie looked at her queer as she felt her shudder. The dressing room was vacant of the laughter by the time Connie and Jenni made their way down. Connie lifted her hand from between Jenni’s legs, gliding it up her and over her back. Jenni’s back exploded in goosebumps. Connie, tossing her head to the side, let out a laugh.
“You’re kind of wild for someone so young aren’t ya?” Connie asked. “What’s it with you and no clothes? You always this way? Your clothes in Daryl’s car? So, can you tell me where your clothes are?”
Jenni looked at her quizzingly.
“I’m dressed sometimes,” Jenni replied. “No, not in his car, behind the dumpster at Strayhan’s. It was cause of Daryl.”
“Daryl,” asked Connie. “Behind the store?”
“Yeah,” Jenni replied, “he came to pick me up. I was watin for him. He said we were going to party, and I thought…”
“You figured it was just the two of you,” Connie finished. “So why not.”
“Yeah, kinda,” Jenni said.
“Kinda,” Connie quizzed.
“Yeah,” said Jenni, “I figured we were headed somewhere when he pulled in here.”
“Did you think you were coming here to party,” Connie asked.
“Yeah,” Jenni said, “He said I wouldn’t look out of place. You know, with no clothes, where there are a bunch of other girls the same as me. So we could party.”
Connie couldn’t help but look at her.
“Listen,” she said, “I’m not sure what he told you, but you know he brings girls here to work, don’t you?”
“What do you mean,” Jenni asked.
“You do know this is where guys come to see girls…for stripping. You have to understand, I’m the only girl who runs around here without clothes. The rest of them get paid to take them off.”
“Dancing,” Jenni asked.
“Dancing is another name for it,” Connie replied. “Mostly guys come here to be with the girls. Sometimes to watch, sometimes to talk, and some time to get taken care of. A hand job, a blow job, or a fuck. ”
Jenni looked at her for a minute, then she started to figure it out. Her body temperature rose as she considered everything she’d just learned. Daryl had brought her here to work, not to party, and he figured she’d enjoy it. A smile inched across her face, her eyes twinkled, the idea of a room full of eyes on her, watching as she went by them.
“It’s alright to be like this?” Jenni asked. “I mean, do I have to dress, I want to confess, I don’t want to.”
Connie first looked at her smile in dismay, but a moment later she began to smile back. The more Jenni considered what was in store for her the bigger her smile got.
Connie, placing her hands on Jenni’s hips, tried to look her in the eyes to see if she understood. Jenni with nervous excitement, pushed her hands up through her hair, her body aching in anticipation of the night. Looking back at Connie, Jenni tried her best to contain her wicked joy. All she saw were eyes looking at her. This took her joy of performing to an all new level.
“Now you understand?” Connie asked.
“Yeah,” Jenni replied, her thoughts somewhere else.
“And you don’t care?” Connie asked.
“No!”, Jenni resoundingly said.
Pulling Connie’s arms around her waist, she did the same to Connie. Jenni opened her mouth, slowly moving it to Connie’s. Her hands moved up around Connie’s back, pulling her in. They started to kiss. First, light delicate kisses, then their mouths locked, lost in each other’s passions.
Jenni, for some reason she couldn’t truly understand, felt she could tell Connie about anything and it wouldn’t go any further. She liked the way Connie looked, her tight muscular body, short hair parted in the middle and pushed back around her ears, and a curled up tiny nose with nipples to match. It was time to confess.
“There are some things I’ve done a lot of, and there are other things I have done just a bit,” Jenni explained. “Pot, coke, and booze, every kid can pretty much get their hands on if you know the right person. I dance all the time, so that part is easy too. But, learning to be good at fuckin is somethin I’m not so good at. Oh’ I can fuck, you know lay there and let your pussy get squirted in, but I want guys to never forget my ass. Anyway, drugs and that shit are okay, but I get higher off fuckin any day. I swear.”
“Now, you’re the first girl I ever kissed, Jenni continued. “I mean like the way we’re doin. I don’t know why I did with you, somethin in me says I like you, more than that. I don’t want to be with you, dating, I mean, but I am curious. I look at you naked, the way I am, and I like you. You get me excited. Lookin at you gives me goosebumps. Holdin you gets me so wet.”
Connie had to laugh at that one.
“You want me to teach you,” Connie chuckled. “And here I was thinkin you should teach me. The way you took to that straw upstairs was like somebody who’d done it before, and not just once, but a bunch.”
Connie was getting aroused just listening to Jenni go on and on. Why she couldn’t explain. There was just something about her that made Connie want to climb out of her skin. She had to put her mouth to Jenni’s just to interrupt her.
“I need to get you dressed,” Connie explained.
“Do I have to dress like those girls?” Jenni asked.
“If you work the floor you’re supposed to,” Connie replied, “We’ll have to find out from Buddy. Right now I have to get you dolled up. I saw the way Buddy looked at you. One thing we don’t want is somebody recognizing you. First, let’s find you a wig to wear. Second, makeup to match the wig. Third, shoes to match too.”
Connie directed Jenni to a chair in front of a wall of mirrors ringed by naked bulbs. On mannequin heads sat a variety of wigs, some blond, some red, and others colored in bright fluorescent colors. Blue, green, purple, red, and pink all cut where they hung just above the shoulders with straight bangs.
Jenni grabbed the baby blue fluorescent one, pulling it off its stand, and holding it out at arm length.
“I like that one too,” Connie said admiring her choice. “Ever worn one?”
“Yeah. You have a cap?” Connie tossed her one from off the vanity.
Jenni pulled her hair tight, twisted it in back, and slid on the cap. Cocking her head one way, then the other, she began tucking the few stragglers in before putting on the wig. Looking at her reflection, twisting her head back and forth so the hair would fall straight.
“What do you think?” Jenni asked.
Connie smiled.
“Here try this,” Connie said, painting a combination of blue, then green eye shadow above Jenni’s eyes.
She smiled, enjoying the look.
Jenni took over, darkening her lashes, penciling around her eyes as Connie changed from the red wig to the short fluorescent purple one.
“We should be alike,” Connie decided. “What do you think?”
Jenni just smiled back in agreement.
In minutes they were looking gleefully at one another in the mirror with rosy red cheeks, ruby red sparkling lips, darkened mysterious eyes, and platform shoes to match.
“Almost twins,” Connie quipped.
Jenni gazed inquiringly at her through the mirror.
“I’m smooth down here and you’re not” Connie said. “You see this,” pointing out her lack of cornsilk. “This is a money maker, and guys go nuts for girls like this. They think they’re stickin their little sister or somethin.”
Jenni looked at herself in the mirror pouting.
“Sit down here and let’s take care of it,” Connie said.
With scissors in hand, Connie knelt between Jenni’s separated legs, snipping every piece of her delicate cornsilk to stubble. Some soap, a razor, and in minutes Jenni stood at the mirror admiring Connie’s skill.
All smiles, arms around each others waist, and giggling like a pair of little girls, Jenni and Connie danced back through Buddy’s office door.
“Now don’t you two look like a fine pair of little nasties,” Buddy admired. “One look at you two kitty cats and I know you’s ready to eats some Canaries.”
“Come over here and let me get a better look at ya,” Buddy said, arms out, begging them to move closer. “If you two don’t make all them hangin dicks give it up, nuthin will.”
Hand in hand, each one slid beneath Buddy’s arms.
“My, my, if I was ten years dumber I wouldn’t let you two out of my sight. But, one look at you’s and all I see is money. Here, let’s drink to that.”
Buddy waddled to the bar, pouring each of them a good measure of bourbon. Handing each a glass they made a toast.
“To lickin and stickin,” Buddy toasted.
“To lickin and stickin,” the girls replied.
They clinked their glasses and downed the booze. Jenni enjoyed the warmth as it passed over her tongue.
“Now come here and get your fill,” Buddy ordered, handing them both a rolled bill, ‘fore ya go make me some money.”
“Do I have anything? Connie asked after each had inhaled four piles, pointing her finger to her nose.
Jenni, her belly against Connie’s, stuck her finger on her tongue, wiped, before sticking her finger back in her mouth.
“A little,” Jenni said, “and me?”
“A little,” Connie replied. Wiping beneath Jenni’s nose and doing the same.
Jenni with her finger wet, traced it across the desk, rubbing it against her gums. She took a second swipe and rubbed against it against Connie’s.
“Here’s what you need to do,” Connie said, pushing Jenni’s butt to the desk.
Pushing her legs between Jenni’s, she spread them while laying her petals bare. Connie stuck her finger deep in her mouth and pushed it through the large white pile covering it completely. With one move she pushed it between Jenni’s petals and up inside, being sure to well lubricate her bud.
Closing her eyes, Jenni shuddered as the drug took hold.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuccck!” Jenni cried, grinding her teeth and knawing at the air.
Gripping the desk, Jenni bent over, leaning her head on Connie’s breasts. When Jenni raised back up her pupils were the size of two small saucers, and the office had a bright orange hue.
It took a minute or two before she came close to any normalcy.
“Now you have to do it to me,” Connie said, removing her finger and placing it in Jenni’s mouth.
Jenni, sporting her wicked smile, pulled Connie by the arm around, forcing her back against the desk. Connie pushed her legs apart as Jenni spread her petals. Instead of one finger, Jenni wet two, digging them in the powder and scooping up a small pile. She pushed it hard up inside, being sure to return the favor and well lubricate Connie’s rosebud. Connie gasped as Jenni took delight in massaging every internal inch she could get to.
It took a bit and Connie was ready to move on.
“One last thing,” Connie said, “we have to fluff up those titties.”
Jenni gave her an awkward glance just as Connie pinched tight on each of Jenni’s nipples and began to jerk them up and down. Bolts of lightning shot through to Jenni’s core.
“That’ll do the trick, Connie said. “They’ll be plump for hours. Now, like before you get to do it to me.”
Another wicked smile, a firm grip, many hard jerks, and Connie, nowhere the reaction of Jenni, was good to go.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/70fd8l/the_story_of_j_chapter_5