: in which jennie was waiting three hours for her escort to arrive only to open the door with a woman holding a dildo saying "hi, i'm your escort for tonight"
a/n: escort (n.) a professional under an agency who serves clients, usually for sexual services
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impatience is definitely an understatement. jennie concluded.
three long fucking hours.
she's sure it wasn't just being annoyed, much less worried of being stood up. she knows that the reason why the tapping of her fingers against the recliner is growing louder because she's now hot and bothered and most of all horny with a little side of pissed off over her late regular.
jennie's well off and adventurous enough to spice up her life and have her regular libido time with professionals, at least in this specific area of expertise. she could absolutely have the so-called "relationship" like what most normal people do, but god, how she despises the commitment that comes along with it. so jennie's just casual, all fun from here and there.
and it saves her the trouble of being enslaved by what they call feelings. for her, it's a sign of peak vulnerability.
so here she is, booked in this opulent hotel room, impatiently awaiting for the man she requested for the night. fritz is her favorite. oh how she loves how the man knows exactly how to turn her into a puddle.
but unfortunately, fritz is running a little late, as what the escort agency told her an hour ago. and she doesn't have the guy's phone number as per part of the contract she signed as an exclusive customer of whatever this thing is.
jennie believes that her horniness had been overcome by fury, because now, she just couldn't stop pounding the armchair aggressively. she almost decides not to tip fritz later.
a few more aggressive taps then finally, three sluggish knocks were heard. just like how she instructed fritz on their regular meet-ups.
all the impatience and annoyance were gone out of jennie's face as she quickly stands up and smirked her way to the door.
fucking finally, she thought.
but much to her astonishment, a tall woman with long black hair with a side of bangs, sporting a silken buttoned blouse in which the two first buttons were popped open, clearly giving everyone this woman met tonight a glimpse of that cleavage, appeared at the door. her matching white, corset-like skirt hugged her waist like a lover's hands and flared likes sails around her upper thighs. the skimpy clothing hugged her slim figure in all the right places, not to mention this woman towering over a black stilleto with also a black knee-high stockings beneath them.
plus, she's also wearing the same shade of red lipstick as jennie does.
jennie herself couldn't dispute that this woman is indeed a sight.
but it all surprised jennie, for this woman isn't the one she was expecting- at all. did she knock on the wrong door? that's what jennie thought.
the woman licked her lips as she leaned on the edge of the doorway, towering jennie's petite figure.
jennie was convinced a set of doe eyes are trailing her body from the top to bottom for it sent shivers down her spine. she's dressed in a skin tight black dress that only reached her mid thigh, actually just covering the flesh of her rear end just enough. jennie almost felt naked under this woman's gaze.
