Jenny Marie Karlsen. That's my name. No one ever, i mean ever get's it right. You've probably already guessed that I'm not from anywhere near America. I'm Norwegian actually, with Italian grandparents. Not that it counts.
I had the absolutely perfec...
Jenny's POV He just stood there smirking at me. I unhooked my fingers from his pants and laughed. I looked at the man in front of me. I wasn't gonna make this easy for him, not when I know how low this man's standards are. I mean, we're talking tramps in all directions, and Reiko's right. He just fucks, but lucky for him, so do I. "Do you have a design planned out?" He asked me, putting his pressure on the word design. "Yes, matter of fact I do, it's over there" i said, pointing at the sketch of the purple snakeskin-Shell pattern. He walked over to the workbench and looked fascinated at the drawing. "And how are you planning on making that out of that" he laughed gesturing towards the piss yellow car. I laughed. This man really do not know how fucking good I am at this. I am an absolute artist when it comes to this and I haven't even started yet. "You'll just have to wait and watch the magic happen" I answered, walking past the man and over towards the equipment. Han just looked at me before shaking his head and walking away.
After a few solid hours of work I decided to wrap it up for the day. I had added the first layer of base coat and begun shelling and marking, so overall I was pleased with the way this was going. The clock was 7pm so I figured it was time to get ready. I needed to look extra hot today. I really do. I'm not going to lie, I really really want attention tonight. I could imagine a certain dark haired someone's arms around my body drowning me in kisses. I got in my car without saying any goodbyes and drove away. It takes about 15 minutes to drive from Han's garage to my sad grey apartment. Once parked I marched through the door and straight to the liquor cabinet, aka the fridge. I took out a bottle of Smirnoff, poring myself a shot, or not exactly a shot but about half a water glass. I actually need to calm my nerves. I have never ever in my life felt like this. This little pink girly feeling is really fucking with me. Great, now I'm turning in to one of those people, ugh. The people that make me sick. Nope not gonna let that happen, especially for a little man slut like that.
Just then I remembered that I were supposed to go racing, driving a car. So a glass of vodka might not be the best idea. I unwillingly put the glass down and stomped into the bathroom. The girl in the mirror had dirt, oil and paint in her face. She was hella hot. I am fine. Why the fuck am I so nervous. Another thing that just sucks is that when I'm nervous I get an really really bad stomach. This is just great. I washed my face and body, and I now imagine myself as a blank canvas. I did my base makeup and added a red Smokey eyeish look that was going to look perfect with my black and red velvet dragon dress. The dress had fitted perfectly with my all red louboutins. The only thing left now was my hair. I straightened the shit out of it. Like you could see the smoke. If my shitty depressing grey apartment had had fire alarms the fire marshal would be here already. After straightening my hair I lightly curled it and voila, I was done. I had to look myself in the full figure mirror hanging in my bedroom and holy shit I looked fucking gorgeous. I looked incredibly fuckable if I might say it myself. I really outdid myself this time. I grabbed a black coat, my purse and all my black Chanel sunglasses and was on my way. This was really going to be very interesting.
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