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Jenny
Chapter VI
Jenny drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours. Just as she was
about to doze off, a customer showed up. He didn't seem any different than
her customers of the day before, and she gave him the same treatment. She
was able to get his dick to the back of her mouth, but not further. This
swallowing thing was not going to be easy. She had the same results with a
second customer.
Not long after her second customer of the day had left, an escort led
Janet into Jenny's quarters.
"That escort," said Jenny, "I think he was the one who came to see me
after dinner last night."
"Yeah," said Janet, "he thinks he's quite a stud, screwing all the BB's
the way he does. He can't make me grunt, though, even when he puts his dick
up my ass. Actually, sex has become kind of boring for me. I mean, I'm
doing it nearly all day. How can a girl get up for all-day sex?"
Jenny had to agree. "I just had two customers and it hardly registered
on me that I was having sex. It does seem kind of ridiculous to expect a
girl to really be excited about sex when she's getting screwed by every guy
who comes along. How can this work for three or four years?"
"Got me," said Janet. "There must be something more than this,
something we don't know about yet. I mean, this is a place for big orgies.
We haven't seen any of that yet."
"I don't think I want to. Maybe some slaves get trained for orgies and
others for just ordinary sex."
"That's possible, I suppose. Not to change the subject, but what has
your day been like?"
"What?" asked Jenny a bit incredulously. "I'm a slave, what do you
think its been like?"
"I know that," said Janet gently. "I'm just trying to be as normal as
possible. You know, regular conversation, like we weren't slaves. We
should try doing things like that to remind ourselves that one day we won't
be slaves."
Again that damned optimism, said Jenny to herself. "Janet, we can't
really have a normal conversation about what we do because what we do isn't
normal. Normal is talking about having my nails done and trying to decide
on the right nail polish, normal is wondering what my hair would look like
with a little blond streaking, normal is picking just the right blouse to go
with a new skirt. Sucking dick all day is not normal, and talking about it
isn't normal either."
Janet had already gone through, with herself, the discussion of what
was normal and what was not. She agreed with Jenny, of course, that sex all
day was not normal for most girls. However, she had not considered things
in quite the same way as Jenny just had. More importantly, her master's
cane played a large part in Janet's conclusions concerning what was normal.
Janet didn't get the feeling that Jenny was whining but she did think Jenny,
with all her talk about nail polish, hair streaking, and blouses, was
looking backward rather than forward. She wouldn't wish a caning on anyone,
but she was sure that Jenny would stop thinking about her former life in
high school if Jenny's master caned her.
"It's all we've got, Jenny. We either talk about that or philosophy or
art or something, and I don't really know much about that stuff."
"Well, what about your family? What are they like?"
"I don't want to look backward. I don't want to get all caught up in
that gawd-I-wish-I were-back-home kind of thinking. Besides, by talking
about what we're doing now, we might help each other out. So come on, I
don't want a blow-by-blow description of your day. Just what's going on."
Jenny took a deep breath. She could never tell Janet about the
agreement she had made with her master that morning, so she mentioned her
current big fear. "My master has a huge dick and he wants me to swallow him
and I just can't do that."
"My master's pretty big, too, and I had some trouble with that at
first. The first day I couldn't get him down my throat, he caned me. Next
time, same thing. It didn't take long before I decided to get him down my
throat."
"Your master canes you? I mean, for things like that?"
"My master caned me every day the first week I was here. It stings
like crazy. Fortunately I've managed to keep him happy the last several
days, but I always get the feeling I'm just a minute away from getting my
ass beat. You mean you haven't swallowed your master's dick yet and he
hasn't caned you?"
Jenny could hardly believe it. Her master must be so different from
Janet's master. Jenny thought back three days to the older slave who told
Jenny that her master was one of the best at DiMarcos. "No," said Jenny,
"but he brought those canes and that strap today. I guess he'll be caning
me soon."
Just then the escort came in to take the slaves to lunch. "All right,
you two, leash up and let's go."
It was at least an hour after Jenny got back from lunch before she
received her third customer. She could hear footsteps outside her room, so
she assumed the sitting position before her customer walked in.
"Jenny," said a familiar male voice, and Jenny looked up to see Mark,
her boyfriend of the last six months. Not good, said Jenny to herself,
whatever happens next will not be good.
"Jenny, I've been trying to get to see you since yesterday. At first
the escorts wouldn't tell me what room you were in. Jesus, Jenny, why'd you
have to go and do this?"
"I wasn't planning on becoming a slave, sir," said Jenny.
"Don't call me sir," said Mark, with a little pain in his voice. He
got the chair from outside. "Here, sit down."
"I'm not allowed to sit in the chair. I will get punished if I do.
And I have to call you sir."
"Well, don't you have to do what you're told?" asked Mark.
"Yes, sir," replied Jenny.
"Then I'm telling you to call me Mark."
Jenny was sure this was breaking some rule, written or unwritten, but
she decided to obey. "OK," she paused, "Mark."
"Jenny, were you trying to get away from me or something? I mean, did
you become a slave just to break up with me?"
Jenny couldn't believe that Mark was personalizing her slavery. No
girl would ever become a slave to get away from her boyfriend.
"No, Mark, it had nothing to do with you. I just gambled and lost,
that's all."
"Oh, well, I'm glad to hear that, I mean, not glad that you lost. You
know what I mean. Isn't there some way for you to get out of here? Can't
your dad buy you back or something?"
"No, Mark, there is no way out," and she marveled that she was having
to explain the obvious to him. "I'll be here for another three years."
"Holy shit, then Alicia was right. You really are a slave."
"Yes, I'm really a slave," and she thought again about her promise to
her master that morning.
"Damn, Jenny, I'm really sorry. If there was any way I could get you
out of here I would. Is there, like, a way to escape, I mean that you've
heard about?"
Jenny had no idea where her quarters were located in DiMarco's complex
and no idea where she would go if she left her room and tried to escape.
Besides, the moment she left her room she knew her yellow collar would
immediately get her in trouble.
"No, Mark, I don't think there is a way to escape."
"Yeah, it kind of looked that way. I must've gone through five
different doors and hallways before I got to the big room that has the new
slaves, I mean girls. I just can't call you a slave, Jenny."
Why not? Jenny asked herself. I really am a slave. I gave away my
freedom this morning.
Mark's voice got a little softer. "Jenny, I've really missed you."
Jenny at first did not understand.
"I mean, I haven't seen you in a week, almost. You know what I mean.
It's hard to lose your girlfriend all of a sudden."
Jenny looked up at Mark briefly, then caught his meaning. He wanted
sex. It hurt her that when Mark said he missed her he meant that he missed
her blow jobs, but then she knew boys pretty well. Her master had been
right when he told her that there was only one reason that a man would visit
her.
"Well," said Jenny struggling very hard to sound sexy, "why don't you
take your clothes off?"
Once Mark did have his clothes off, he was like any other customer.
Almost. Jenny noticed, perhaps for the first time, that he had a small
dick, much smaller than her master's and smaller than most of her customers.
He was long enough to get to the back of her mouth and just a bit further.
She started off, as she did with all customers, stroking his dick a few
times, then licking his balls. Mark was really surprised.
"You never did that before, Jenny," he said. "Why didn't you ever do
that to me before?"
Jenny stopped to answer. "Because before I wasn't a slave," and she
resumed licking.
"Damn," said Mark, "it really feels good."
Wonderful, said Jenny to herself, now I'll have to do it for fifteen
minutes.
But she was wrong. Less than a minute later, Mark asked her how long
it would be before she went back to regular sex, as he called it.
Right now, said Jenny to herself, and she started stroking. She found
that getting Mark to the back of her mouth was relatively easy and she
decided that she would try to get him all the way into her mouth. She
finally got up the courage and forced herself down on Mark as far as she
could go. She felt the head of Mark's dick pop down her throat and then she
gagged. She pulled herself completely off him a coughed a few times.
"Gee, Jenny, you never did that before either. It feels incredible,"
said Mark, completely ignoring her discomfort.
She started in on him again, thinking that she had nearly done what her
master asked. Just two or three more times, and she could say, truthfully,
that she had swallowed a man's dick--well, almost a man. The second time
she gagged again, but didn't cough, and the third time she only gagged a
little. The unfortunate part, from Jenny's point of view, was that Mark was
going nuts.
"Oh, gawd, damn, Jenny, oh that feels great, keep doing that, don't
stop." She had never heard Mark talk that way during sex. Also, she had no
choice but to keep taking him down her throat. Maybe this is the best way
to get a guy to cum, she said to herself. She had to refine her definition
of best when Mark came down her throat. Now she really did gag and cough
and sputter. Getting used to cum down her throat would be worse than
getting used to a dick down her throat, she said to herself.
Mark was nearly oblivious to her trouble. All he could say was how
great it felt, how much he loved it, how sexy Jenny was, how sorry he was
that she was in DiMarcos and not outside.
Right, said Jenny to herself, then your blow jobs would be free. Boys,
guys, men. Her master was right. All any male wants is a great blow job.
After the blow job, Mark asked Jenny to lie down. It didn't bother
Jenny that Mark wanted to have sex, even though all her previous customers
had known she was only a blow job slave, but it did bother her that he
wanted to lie on top of her. That wasn't the way a man had sex with a
slave, she said to herself. At first she hesitated, then asked herself why
she hesitated. He can have what he wants, she said to herself, and she
spread herself out on the blankets.
Mark felt very small inside her, after her master, and she tried
squeezing him, mostly to get him to cum so he would leave. He liked that
treatment as much as having his dick swallowed. Christ, said Jenny to
herself, now he'll be a regular customer. I don't want him coming around
every day telling me how much he misses me. Mark did, in fact, think Jenny
was worth visiting again. As he put on his clothes, he again told her how
sorry he was that she was working for DiMarcos (right, said Jenny) and that
he would tell Jenny's mother and father that she was all right.
"Thanks, Mark," she said as he walked out. Great, she thought. Tell
mom and dad I'm fine. I'm just a happy little slave, sucking dick all day.
She curled up on her blankets and thought about how much fun life would now
be with daily visits from Mark. She also thought about her agreement to
obey her master and whether, by swallowing Mark's dick, she had fulfilled
her promise to get a man completely in her mouth.
It was only about fifteen minutes after Mark left that she heard
footsteps again. Get ready, Jenny, she said to herself, and sat up on her
blankets.
"Helloooooooo, Jenny," a familiar voice said, and she didn't have to
look up to know it was Eric Schubner. "I couldn't believe it when Alicia
called me and told me you were at DiMarcos. But now I can see it's true,
and I mean I can see--everything."
That bitch Alicia, thought Jenny. It was OK for Alicia to tell Mark
where Jenny was. After all, most boys would like to know why their
girlfriend suddenly disappeared. But why did Alicia have to call Eric?
Jenny knew Alicia had about one hundred boys on speed dial, but she was
pretty sure Eric wasn't one of them.
Eric Schubner had first seen Jenny nearly two years ago when they both
began high school. He immediately fell deeply in love. To Eric Jenny
wasn't just the perfect girl, she was perfection itself. He worshipped her.
He asked her out several times. Twice he wrote her a long, sentimental
love letter, telling her in so many words (and there were many) why he loved
her, why they would be great together, why he would give the world to be
with her. Jenny never doubted his sincerity, but was never interested in
dating him. He wasn't a dork or a nerd, but he wasn't very good looking
either. He seemed, to Jenny, like lots of guys at her school, OK to say
'Hi' to but nothing more than that. That is not to say that Jenny was a
snob, but she knew she was attractive and knew she could date nearly any guy
she wanted. Eric had never made it on Jenny's radar screen.
Eric, aside from feeling a twinge of sadness that Jenny was now a
slave, was beside himself with joy. "Jenny," he said as he fetched the
chair, "please, sit down here." Jenny had to explain to Eric, as she had to
Mark, that the chair was not for her. "Oh, well, OK," said Eric. "Do you
mind if I sit down?"
Jenny almost laughed out loud. In two or three minutes he'd be telling
her to blow him. Why ask to sit down? "Yes, sir, please sit down," she
said.
"C'mon Jenny, don't call me sir. Call me Eric, OK?"
"Yes, Eric," she said. She didn't want to go through the same
rigmarole that she had gone through with Mark.
"Gosh, Jenny, you're even more beautiful than I thought you'd be. I
mean, I always thought you'd be beautiful without, I mean, you know, without
your clothes, but you're really incredible." Eric was still in love, still
in awe, still thought of Jenny as the beautiful girl he wanted so much but
would probably never have. If Jenny at that moment had scolded him for
staring at her and told him to leave, he probably would have. Jenny,
though, was thinking only of the horrible position she was in. Eric, a boy
she had snubbed for two years, could now have anything he wanted from her.
Having sex with Mark or, more precisely, being a slave for Mark had been one
thing. She and Mark were the same type or, as Jenny had thought in her more
romantic moments, kindred spirits.
On the other hand, Jenny and Eric had nothing more in common than that
they attended the same school. At school, she was part of a group which
could be best described as a clique, though Jenny and her friends never
intended to form a clique. Indeed, a clique at a high school owes its
status to how highly it is esteemed by other students, not by how highly it
esteems itself. But since boys nearly always hold attractive girls in high
esteem, Jenny and her friends had acquired a rather exalted status. The
only benefit, if it could be called that, which accrued from this status was
that Jenny and her friends sat atop the unwritten high school social
register. In practical terms, this meant that Jenny and her friends were
rarely approached by students who lacked confidence or students who
considered
themselves to be of a lesser social station.
Eric Schubner, though he never felt himself to be Jenny's social equal,
had been sufficiently emboldened by desire to approach Jenny several times.
He had even asked her out in the presence of her friends. Jenny, on these
occasions, had to perform a difficult balancing act. She had to decline
Eric's invitations firmly enough to demonstrate to her friends that she
would never, ever consider going on a date with him. At the same time, she
had to avoid scorning him so thoroughly as to appear unkind. She was not
motivated by sensitivity to Eric's feelings as much as she was by her desire
to appear nice. Besides, there was always the possibility that a boy's
resentment over rejection might turn violent. Thus the relative social
position of the two teenagers had been firmly, and too all appearances,
irrevocably established during their first two years of high school.
Jenny's enslavement had not changed Eric's position, but it was now
laughable even to ask about hers. It wasn't that the social position of
slaves was thought to be lower than non-slaves. Rather, most people would
say that slaves had no status at all.
Jenny was now experiencing her loss of status on a very emotional
level. Put simply, she was completely humiliated and the fact that this
humiliation was taking place in her little room, out of public view, didn't
make her feel any better. As far as Jenny was concerned, it couldn't have
been worse if she had been compelled to strip and submit to Eric in the
cafeteria at lunch time. She could even hear her friends, especially
Alicia, giggling softly as she sat in front of Eric awaiting his first
command. She wouldn't have to fashion carefully considered answers to
Eric's questions. She merely had to say 'Yes, sir,' and do what she was
told. Rather than feeling the support of her little clique, they were
serving as witnesses to her loss of membership in that clique. Just a month
ago Jenny had barely acknowledged Eric's existence when he said hello to her
at school, as he did every day, and now she was going to have sex with him.
She was not only going to have sex with him, she was going to have sex with
him just the way he wanted.
"Thanks, Eric," and she tried to make it sound like she appreciated
having Eric tell her she looked good naked.
"Jenny," he said quietly, "I know you never liked me very much, but I
want you to know I still love you, just like I always have. There just
couldn't be a more wonderful girl than you."
Sure, sure, sure, said Jenny to herself. So now you're going to ask me
to marry you, right? No? Maybe ask me out for a date? No? Maybe
something else? Despite her cynicism, though, Jenny could tell that Eric
was sincere.
"It's very nice of you to say so, Eric," she said, without betraying
what she was thinking.
"No, Jenny, I mean it. Believe me, I didn't come here to take
advantage of you." Eric wanted to have sex with Jenny in the worst way, but
he was having difficulty making the change from being the snubbed boy to
being the boy in charge.
Jenny was touched. So she could send him away if she wanted. He'd be
back, of course, and he'd keep coming back. But today, if she wanted to,
she could send him away. Yet she hesitated to do what three days ago she
would have done without a second thought. This wasn't Eric and Jenny
passing each other in the hall at school, it wasn't Eric and Jenny bumping
into each other at the mall, it was Eric, a free boy who would soon walk out
of DiMarcos, and Jenny, a slave who wouldn't take a free breath for three
years. She wanted him to leave, but she did not want to be the one to tell
him so.
"I understand, Eric," she said, by which she hoped Eric would take a
hint, a hint she wasn't even giving him.
"If it's OK with you, I'd like to stay for a little while, Jenny. I
mean, is that OK with you?"
"Yes," she said, "it's OK." Jenny had seen her chance and let it slip
away. Now, sooner or later, she knew what was coming. Eric, when he heard
her reply, fairly leapt through his skin. His dick had been hard since he
had set out for DiMarcos and had only gotten harder since had walked into
Jenny's room. Now he knew he was actually going to have sex with Jenny
Marsden. His heart was pounding wildly.
"Um, is it OK if I take off some of my clothes?" he asked almost shyly.
"Yes, Eric, it's OK." Jenny didn't know whether to feel contempt or
pity for Eric.
Eric, in his intense excitement, fumbled with buttons, belt, and
shoelaces two minutes before getting his clothes off. When he sat down in
the chair again, anxious and expectant, Jenny was startled to see that he
had a very large dick. Eric was certainly not as large as Jenny's master,
but she could not think of another man who was larger than Eric.
Since the only way for Jenny to get Eric out of her room was to have
sex with him, Jenny began where she did with all her customers. She stroked
his dick with her mouth a few times--though she certainly didn't have to do
that to get him hard--then began licking his balls. Eric had no idea that
this was normal and was in heaven when Jenny got his rather large balls in
her mouth. He would have been happy the rest of his life if Jenny had
licked him for only a minute. After five minutes, he thought Jenny was not
only the most beautiful girl in world, not only the girl he was justifiably
in love with, but also the sexiest girl in the world. Since he didn't think
of himself as being in control of the situation, he let Jenny go on and on.
Jenny also misunderstood what was happening. She thought he was one of
those guys who really liked having his balls licked. This, she thought, is
going from very bad to terrible. After twenty minutes, she decided to
simply stop licking and start sucking his cock. If he told her to go back
to licking him, she would. Maybe, though, he would let her go.
Eric, still clueless, was as happy as it is safe for a boy to be. If I
had known she was this good, he told himself, I would have robbed every bank
in the state for her. Jenny was stroking his cock deeply into her mouth,
something that by now was normal for her, and even thinking about trying to
get Eric down her throat. She tried to think of Gary and the picnic table,
but Eric's was not the dick Jenny was ready to swallow. It hardly mattered
anyway. Eric came in her mouth only two minutes after she began sucking
him. It was the messiest orgasm Jenny could ever remember. Cum roared out
of Eric's dick like water from a fire hose. Jenny was helpless. When she
tried to swallow what was in her mouth, Eric replaced it faster than she
could swallow. First her chin, then her neck, and finally her chest became
coated with Eric's semen.
Now Jenny was certainly not immune to masculinity. More than once she
had been carried away by the feel of hard shoulders above her and a forceful
dick inside her. There were some things she considered, instinctively, to
be very masculine. One was the amount that a man could cum. Jenny was not
ready to reconsider her feelings for Eric, not ready to say that perhaps she
should have dated him in high school, but she was ready to admit that Eric
was at least a boy who shouldn't be completely ignored. After Eric had
emptied himself in, and on, her, she ran into the bathroom to clean herself
off. Had it been anyone else, she would not have done this, but she wasn't
ready to let Eric look at her while she was covered with his cum.
Eric had just had the greatest sexual experience of his life. That the
girl he loved ran off to the bathroom after his orgasm didn't bother him.
He was overcome with ecstasy. She's wonderful, he said to himself. Beyond
wonderful.
When Jenny returned and sat in front of Eric, she wasn't sure what to
expect. She simply waited for Eric to speak. When Eric looked down at his
beloved, kneeling in front of him, he felt the confidence that only an
orgasm can bring. "Jenny," he said gently, "I can't tell you how much I
love you. Please, let me make love to you. I promise I'll stop as soon as
you tell me too."
Jenny knew that 'make love' meant she should lie on her back. So for
the second time that day, a boy climbed on top of her. Eric, though, was
nothing like Mark. He had Jenny groaning, quietly and against her will,
almost from the moment he began.
He stroked her slowly, gently, and deeply. When Jenny brushed her hand
against Eric's shoulder, she felt his tense, hard, muscles. Don't touch him
again, she said to herself, but she only stayed away for a minute. Soon she
had drifted off to a world where Gary was making love to her on a picnic
table.
Eric took his time inside Jenny, convinced that no male ever was, or
ever could be, as happy as he was. He could tell by Jenny's expression, and
her reactions, her hands on his shoulders, that she was enjoying herself.
Devoted to her as he was, the only thing that could make him happier than
having sex with her was knowing that she was enjoying it. If only, and he
blamed himself for it, if only she had known a week ago. Finally, after
several blissful minutes, he felt himself approaching an orgasm. "It
doesn't hurt, does it?" he asked Jenny as he began thrusting harder and
deeper.
"No," Jenny whispered in his ear, "it's fine," and there was a hint of
desire in her voice. She lied when she said it didn't hurt. She wouldn't
tell Eric because that would just make him gush all over her, but she also
didn't say it hurt because she couldn't determine how it hurt. It wasn't
like getting your finger caught in a door or being burned by a match. It
was a strange kind of pain because, partly, it wasn't painful at all.
He came inside her and Jenny, for one of the few times in her life,
could feel that the boy inside her had had an orgasm. Gawd, she thought, he
came just as much this time as the first time. This second orgasm for Eric
was just as exquisite as the first, only more meaningful. That's where a
man should have an orgasm when he's with his girlfriend, he said to himself.
It was all so perfect and so wonderful that Eric did not want to take his
dick out of Jenny. It's where I belong, he said to himself, where I've
always wanted to be, and he lay on top Jenny, slowly moving in and out of
her.
Jenny let him lie there, stroking her slowly. She couldn't bring
herself to put her arms around him but she couldn't tell him to stop,
either. Then she thought she heard footsteps outside her room.
"Hey, buddy, time's up," she heard an escort say. "You've been in here
for over an hour."
It took Eric a moment to rouse himself. He was none to happy about
this interruption, but he was momentarily distracted when he saw a beautiful
blond on a leash. The blond was sitting on the floor just a few feet away
from where Eric and Jenny were lying. She quickly glanced away when their
eyes met. When Eric sat up, Janet could see from his profile that Jenny had
just finished having sex with a boy with a very large dick, perhaps as big
as Janet's master's. Eric, once he recovered his senses, got a little
embarrassed. Hovering above one beautiful girl with whom he had just had
sex while staring at an equally beautiful, not to mention naked, girl was a
new experience for him. After gazing at Janet for a moment, he went into
the bathroom, cleaned himself up, dressed, and left.
Jenny was embarrassed herself because Eric had made her very messy.
Jenny had to wait while Eric used the bathroom, and she was sure that the
escort and Janet could see the residue of Eric's presence inside her. As
soon as Eric left, she was in the bathroom herself. Janet was not far
behind her.
"Was that your boyfriend, Jenny?" she asked.
"No, that was not my boyfriend," Jenny answered a bit angrily. Just
having Janet near the opening to the bathroom while she tried to wipe
herself off made Jenny uncomfortable.
"I didn't mean to offend you or anything," said Janet. "I just thought
the way he was making love to you that he was probably a guy you were going
out with. Jenny, you know I wasn't trying to see what you were doing. I
have to follow the escort."
Jenny realized that Janet was right, but she still thought it wasn't
necessary for Janet to ask whether Eric was her boyfriend. "I know," said
Jenny a bit apologetically, "but I've never had a man and a woman walk in on
me when a guy was screwing me."
"I understand," said Janet. "Still, it looked like you were having a
good time."
"If you like," said Jenny in a breezy, nonchalant voice, "when he comes
to see me tomorrow I'll tell him your interested in him."
"I'm not interested in him," said Janet in a lowered voice. She
realized that she had been a bit too forward. "I'm sorry, Jenny. It's just
that, you know, you and that guy are the closest thing I've seen to real
life in the last two weeks. Really, you two looked very romantic. I think
it's pretty amazing that you can get yourself into something like that after
being here only three days." Janet didn't sound angry or jealous.
Jenny took Janet's hand and leaned against her a little. "Janet, it
wasn't at all what it looked like. He's a boy that's been after me for two
years. He's in love with me. He had all the fun," Jenny said, telling a
small lie. "He had so much fun that I'm sure he'll be back--and back, and
back, and back." Jenny let go of Janet's hand and sat down on the floor.
"Now I have to deal with two boys: one who claims he's my boyfriend, but who
really only wants sex; another who's in love with me but doesn't realize how
ridiculous it is to be in love with a slave."
Janet herself had gone through the difficulty of dealing with a former
boyfriend. She had not, however, had to deal with any boy who said he was
in love with her. Janet could certainly inspire lust, but she was too
beautiful to inspire true love. "So what are you gonna do, Jenny?" and
Janet sounded faintly like a parent asking a teenager how she intended to
get out of the latest mess in which she found herself.
"What do you mean, what am I going to do? How can I do anything? It's
not like I can call a guy on the phone and tell him I don't want to see him
any more. What do you do when a customer is a guy you know?"
"Well, I do what he wants," said Janet rather coolly, "but all he ever
wants is sex. I mean, I don't get emotionally involved or anything like
that. The first time my ex-boyfriend came to see me was definitely a
downer, but I'm over him."
"There's no problem with me getting over him," said Jenny without any
conviction in her voice. "The problem is him getting over me."
"It looked to me like you were both having a good time," said Janet,
again treading on dangerous ground.
"Listen," said Jenny, "I really don't want to talk about him any more."
Janet smirked to herself. That simply meant it would take Jenny at
least an hour to say everything she wanted to say. Janet was ready to
change the subject, but just then the escort came in and led the slaves away
to dinner.
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