intense jenna ortega imagines for my girlies

robber

Jenna stood outside a lively bar, chatting with her friends under the soft glow of the streetlights. Her laughter filled the air, mixing with the distant hum of conversation from within. Then, in the blink of an eye, a hand snagged her purse. Shock and disbelief washed over her.

But as she turned around, the thief was already running away. Just as she was about to ask someone to call the police, a flash of movement caught her eye. A young woman had seen the theft and was giving chase, her determination evident in the set of her shoulders.

Jenna watched in disbelief as the unknown woman raced after the fleeing thief, her long strides eating up the distance between them. She watched as the stranger rounded a corner and disappeared from sight. Her heart is still racing from the shock of having all her stuff stolen.

„Hey it's alright Jen, we will retrieve your purse. Just block all your cards as soon as possible and then we can track your phone," her friend said, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. „Maybe this girl will even catch him, who knows."

As Jenna's friends tried to help her feel better, a small crowd began to gather. People were curious about what had happened, most of them now recognized Jenna and began to take pictures.
Jenna could feel their eyes on her and she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.

Meanwhile you passed through streets lit by dim streetlights and the occasional flicker of a distant lamp cast eerie shadows on the wall. You could hear his ragged breaths, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the narrow alleys. And you could almost reach out and touch the thief now.
With another burst of speed, you lunged forward, launching yourself at the thief. You tackled him from behind, knocking him to the ground with a thud. The thief sprawled onto the ground, gasping for air. He tried to escape your grip, but you held on tightly.

"You're not going anywhere," you hissed through gritted teeth, still pinning him to the ground. Then you stood up, clutching the purse tightly in your hand. As you dusted yourself off, you noticed a police car rolling down the alley. Perfect timing, you thought to yourself. The thief would be apprehended and the purse would be returned to it's rightful owner.

Jenna sat nervously in the back of her friend's car, her mind racing with worry. She'd already called the police and reported the theft, but she knew it was unlikely they would act swiftly. Frustration churned inside her and to make matters worse, sitting in the darkened car only heightened her sense of unease. The tinted windows cast a layer of shadow over her.

You finally reached the bar, your pulse quickening as you surveyed the scene. There was a small crowd gathered around a flashy black car with heavily tinted windows. You furrowed your brow, wondering what was going on, could it be connected to the theft? You pushed through the crowd, your eyes scanning the faces around you. Everyone's attention seemed captivated by whoever was inside the car, but you couldn't see the owner of the purse anywhere. You clutched the purse tighter, refusing to lose it after everything you'd gone through to retrieve it.

"Excuse me," you said, raising your voice to be heard over the chatter. "I'm looking for the owner of this purse. Have you seen her?" The people around you turned to look at you, their eyes filled with curiosity. I held up the purse, trying to get their attention. Then a woman in the crowd spoke up, "Omg you really did retrieve it. Thank you so much, we thought you wouldn't return and alarmed the police."

Jenna heard her friend's voice outside the car and when she looked outside the window, her heart skipped a beat. There was the young woman, holding her purse and looking hotter than anyone had a right to be. Jenna gestured to her friend, signaling that she wanted to talk to the stranger in private. Her friend got the message, nodding with a knowing grin. Jenna then discreetly opened the car door, feeling a mix of relief and excitement.

Your mind was racing, why should you get into an unkown car just to give some purse back? You climbed into the car, still feeling uneasy wondering who was inside it. As the door shut behind you, you found yourself face to face with none other than Jenna Ortega, the owner of the purse you'd returned. You're heart skipped several beats and your eyes widened as you realized. Jenna smiles warmly at you with her dimples showing and her eyes filled with gratitude. You quickly gave her the purse, still not able to form a word. She took it from you and set it down on the car floor. "Thank you," Jenna said, her voice sincere. "You have no idea how much this purse means to me...and how grateful I am for what you did."

"I'm really glad I could help, his ass was slow anyways," I answered with a grin. As Jenna thanked you again, her eyes lingered on your face a little longer, appreciating your beauty. She chuckled softly, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "You know I have to say," Jenna began, her voice lower and slightly sultry, "you're not just brave, you're gorgeous as well."

Your eyes widened at her flirty comment, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. You hadn't expected that, the compliment took you completely by surprise. "Oh.. um.. thank you," you managed to stammer, your voice cracking slightly. Jenna couldn't help but grin at your nervousness. It amused her how flustered a simple compliment could make you. "You're very cute when you're blushing like that," Jenna teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Your cheeks flushed even more at Jenna's teasing words, you tried to regain your composure. It was difficult to keep a straight face when someone as beautiful as GODDAMN Jenna Ortega was calling you cute. But you took a deep breath and attempted to steady yourself. "I.. I'm sorry," you mumbeled, your cheeks still rosy. "I'm not usually this awkward, I swear."

Jenna's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched your nervous state. "Well," she said, her tone smooth, "how about this? Let me take you out on a date. A little reward, for being so brave and catching an apparently very slow thief."