Date with Kyle

As the evening sun cast a warm glow through the windows, Clea and Jazmine were in the midst of preparing for Jazmine's highly anticipated date with Kyle. They had already carefully selected the perfect outfit for the occasion, and now it was time to put the finishing touches on Jazmine's look.

The outfit they had chosen was a stunning ensemble that showcased Jazmine's curves in all the right places. It consisted of a form-fitting emerald green wrap dress with a plunging neckline that accentuated her newly enhanced assets. The silky fabric draped elegantly over her body, hugging her curves in all the right places. Beneath the dress, Jazmine wore a matching lace lingerie set in a complementary shade of green, adding an extra layer of allure to her ensemble.

As Jazmine sat in front of the mirror, applying her makeup with practiced precision, she couldn't help but marvel at how little pain she felt after her surgery. She had expected to be in agony, but instead, there was only a dull ache that was easily manageable. It was almost as if the pain had been dulled by some unseen ****, leaving her feeling surprisingly comfortable and at ease.

"I feel a little... tipsy," Jazmine remarked, her words slightly slurred as she struggled to find her balance. "Like I've had a couple of beers."

Clea watched on with amusement, her lips curling into a playful smile. "Well, that's the pain medication kicking in," she explained, reaching over to adjust Jazmine's hair. "But don't worry, you're still in your senses... mostly."

Jazmine chuckled softly, her movements slow and deliberate as she continued to apply her makeup. Despite the lingering effects of the medication, she was determined to look her best for her date with Kyle. After all, it wasn't every day that she got to spend time with someone as popular as him.

Jazmine sat before the mirror, her reflection illuminated by the soft glow of the vanity lights. She had already applied a flawless base of foundation, blending it seamlessly into her skin to create a flawless canvas. Next came the concealer, expertly dabbed onto any imperfections to hide them from view.

As she reached for her eyeshadow palette, Jazmine carefully selected shades of deep emerald and shimmering gold to complement her outfit. With precise movements, she swept the emerald shade across her lids, blending it outwards to create a smoky effect. Then, using a smaller brush, she applied a touch of gold to the inner corners of her eyes, adding a subtle pop of shimmer.

With her eyes complete, Jazmine moved on to her brows, using a pencil to fill them in and define their shape. She followed the natural curve of her brows, filling in any sparse areas with short, feathery strokes until they were perfectly arched and symmetrical.

Next up was eyeliner, and Jazmine opted for a sleek winged look to enhance her almond-shaped eyes. With a steady hand, she carefully traced a thin line along her upper lash line, extending it outward into a subtle flick at the outer corner. Then, she repeated the process on the other eye, making sure both wings were perfectly even.

With her eyes now complete, Jazmine turned her attention to her cheeks, reaching for her favorite blush palette. She selected a soft peachy shade and swept it onto the apples of her cheeks, blending it upwards towards her temples for a natural flush of color. Then, she added a touch of highlighter to her cheekbones, nose, and cupid's bow, creating a radiant, lit-from-within glow.

Finally, it was time for lips, and Jazmine chose a bold crimson shade to complete her look. With steady hands, she carefully applied the lipstick, tracing the outline of her lips before filling them in with rich, velvety color. As she pressed her lips together, admiring the final result in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile at her reflection.

Clea smiled as she watched Jazmine admire herself in the mirror, her eyes wide with awe. "You look absolutely stunning, Jaz," Clea said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

Jazmine's cheeks flushed with color at the compliment, and she turned to face Clea with a grateful smile. "Thanks, Clea," she said, her voice tinged with nervous excitement.

Clea gestured for Jazmine to stand up, and she did so, albeit a bit wobbly on her feet. She approached the mirror, her heart racing with anticipation, and took in her reflection with wide eyes. She couldn't believe how different she looked, how transformed.

Her hands moved instinctively to her chest, cupping her new breasts gently as she gave them a little squeeze. They felt foreign and unfamiliar. She couldn't help but feel anxious about the "temporary" change, at the way her body had been altered.

But as the anxiety began to wane, a wave of nervousness washed over her, and she turned to Clea with a worried expression. "Clea, what if I'm not ready for this?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Clea placed a reassuring hand on Jazmine's shoulder, looking her squarely in the eye. "You are more than ready, Jaz," she said firmly. "You've been through so much training, and you've come out like the perfect woman. This is your chance to prove it, to show the world, the fans, and the press."

But Jazmine's nerves only seemed to escalate, and she bombarded Clea with a barrage of questions, each one more frantic than the last. "What if he doesn't like me? What if I say something stupid? What if...?"

Clea's patience began to wear thin as she tried to calm Jazmine's nerves, her frustration mounting with each passing moment. "Jaz, you need to stop worrying so much," she said firmly. "Kyle is going to love you, I promise. And even if he doesn't, we'll make it happen. You're amazing, Jazmine, and you deserve to bask in that glory."

But Jazmine's anxiety persisted, and Clea could see the pain etched in her eyes. With a sigh, she reached into her purse and pulled out two small pills. "Here," she said, holding them out to Jazmine. "Take these. You're clearly still in pain, right?."

Jazmine hesitated for a moment because she wasn't really in pain, but ultimately relented, taking the pills from Clea's outstretched hand. She swallowed them with a gulp of water, feeling a sense of resignation wash over her. Maybe Clea was right. Maybe she did need something to take the edge off.

"Let's take a few pictures for social media, shall we?" she said, reaching for her phone.

Jazmine's cheeks flushed with color as she struck a pose, her confidence growing with each click of the camera. Clea encouraged her to try different angles and expressions, offering gentle guidance and praise along the way.

"Perfect, Jaz! You're a natural in front of the camera," Clea said, snapping away. "Now, let's try something a little more... sultry."

Jazmine's eyes widened with surprise, but she nodded eagerly, willing to try anything to make the photos perfect. With Clea's guidance, she adopted a more seductive pose, her gaze smoldering as she stared into the camera.

Clea couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she watched Jazmine embrace her newfound confidence, her beauty radiating from every frame. She knew these photos would be a hit on social media, garnering likes and comments from fans and admirers alike.

Once they had taken enough photos, Clea quickly selected the best ones and sent them off to Henrik, her social media manager. She knew he would work his magic and make sure they looked absolutely flawless before posting them online.

As Clea prepared to leave the room, she was surprised when Jazmine spoke up. "Wait, Clea," she said softly. "Can we take a selfie together?"

Clea's heart swelled with affection as she realized how much she actually means to Jazmine. Without hesitation, she stepped closer to her friend, their smiles matching as they posed for the perfect selfie.

Click.

The sound of the camera shutter echoed through the room, capturing the moment for eternity. Clea couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth wash over her as she looked at the photo, knowing that this was a memory she would cherish forever.

The plan had worked well so far, with Jazmine in good spirits after her surgery. But what happens next was fully out of Clea's control. Only time will tell just how out-of-her-senses Jazmine is, and just how daring Kyle will be.

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The engine of Kyle's sleek sports car purred as they cruised down the city streets, the soft glow of streetlights casting shadows across the interior. Jazmine glanced over at Kyle, trying to muster up some enthusiasm for the evening ahead.

"So, Kyle, tell me about yourself," Jazmine prompted, leaning back in her seat.

Kyle flashed her a lazy grin, his eyes flickering briefly to the rearview mirror before returning to the road. "Well, babe, there's not much to tell, really. Just your average guy living the dream."

Jazmine raised an eyebrow, suppressing a sigh. "Living the dream, huh? What's that supposed to mean?"

Kyle shrugged, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "You know, just doing my thing. Partying, hanging out with the boys, chasing after whatever catches my eye."

Jazmine bit her lip, trying to mask her disappointment. She had hoped for a more stimulating conversation, but it seemed Kyle was content to keep things surface-level.

"That sounds... exciting," she said, forcing a smile. "So, what do you do for fun?"

Kyle chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, you know, the usual. Hitting up the clubs, crushing beers with the bros, maybe catching a game or two."

Jazmine nodded, inwardly cringing at the thought of spending her evening with someone whose idea of fun was so mundane. But she plastered on a polite smile, determined to make the best of the situation.

"That sounds like a blast," she said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "I can't wait to see what tonight has in store."

Kyle shot her a sideways glance, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh, you'll see, babe. I've got some big plans for us tonight."

Jazmine's stomach churned at the thought of what those "big plans" might entail, but she pushed aside her unease. She had a role to play, and she wasn't about to let Clea down.

Deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to be a long night.

The car hummed along the city streets, the rhythmic sound of the tires on asphalt filling the silence between Jazmine and Kyle. Jazmine glanced out the window, trying to muster up some interest in the passing scenery.

"So, Kyle, do you have any hobbies besides partying and hanging out with your friends?" Jazmine asked, hoping to spark a more engaging conversation.

Kyle chuckled, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Not really, babe. I mean, who needs hobbies when you've got a killer social life, right?"

Jazmine stifled a sigh, feeling a pang of disappointment at Kyle's lack of depth. "I guess so," she replied, forcing a smile. "But don't you ever get tired of doing the same thing all the time?"

Kyle shrugged, his gaze flickering briefly to Jazmine before returning to the road. "Nah, not really. I like to keep things simple, you know? No need to overcomplicate things."

Jazmine nodded, trying to hide her frustration. It seemed like she was stuck in a conversation with a brick wall, but she couldn't afford to let it show. She had a role to play, and she wasn't about to let Clea down.

"Fair enough," she said, mustering up a smile. "So, tell me, what's your favorite thing about yourself?"

Kyle smirked, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his face. "Well, where do I start? I've got killer looks, a killer sense of humor, and killer charm. What more could a guy ask for?"

Jazmine fought the urge to roll her eyes, forcing herself to maintain a polite expression. "Sounds like you've got it all figured out," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Kyle chuckled, oblivious to Jazmine's sarcasm. "Damn right I do. So, enough about me. What about you, babe? What's your favorite thing about yourself?"

Jazmine hesitated, searching for something to say that wouldn't sound too conceited. "Um, I guess I like my determination," she said finally. "I don't give up easily, especially when I set my mind to something."

Kyle nodded, his attention already drifting elsewhere. "Cool, cool," he said absently, his gaze wandering back to the road.

Jazmine sighed inwardly, resigning herself to the fact that this was going to be a long night. She glanced out the window, silently counting down the minutes until they reached their destination.

"So, like, what's your deal with Clea anyway?" Kyle asked, his gaze flicking over to Jazmine briefly before returning to the road.

Jazmine sighed inwardly, steeling herself for yet another banal exchange. "Clea's my best friend and manager," she replied, trying to inject some warmth into her voice.

Kyle nodded, his expression uninterested. "Yeah, I get that. But like, are you guys, you know, more than just friends?"

Jazmine's jaw clenched at the insinuation, but she **** a tight smile. "No, Kyle, nothing more."

Kyle's eyebrows shot up in surprise, as if he hadn't expected that answer. "Oh, really? Huh, that's kinda surprising."

Jazmine resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Why's that surprising?"

Kyle shrugged, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "I dunno, just seems like you two are, like, really close. Like, really close."

Jazmine fought to keep her frustration in check. She definitely couldn't express any romantic desires about Clea, especially when things were so unclear about their relationship. "We are close, Kyle. But that doesn't mean there's anything romantic between us."

Kyle nodded slowly, seeming to accept her explanation. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. So, uh, what else do you do besides hang out with Clea?"

Jazmine stifled a groan, struggling to find something interesting to say. "Well, I do modelling too," she replied, trying to inject some enthusiasm into her voice.

Kyle's eyes lit up with sudden interest. "Oh, really? That's pretty hot, I gotta say. You must get hit on by guys all the time."

Jazmine bristled at the implication, but she **** herself to respond diplomatically. "Yeah, I guess so. But I try not to let it bother me."

Her mind flickered back to the plethora of comments on Instagram underneath each and every photo. It had become a bit of a routine to see what the fans were saying about her.

Kyle nodded approvingly, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before returning to the road. "That's cool. So, uh, you ever hook up with any of the guys who hit on you?"

Jazmine's stomach churned at the question, but she kept her tone light. "No, Kyle, I haven't. I'm not really interested in casual flings."

Kyle shrugged, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Suit yourself, babe. But you know, you're missing out on a good time."

Jazmine **** a laugh, feeling a twinge of discomfort at Kyle's crude remarks. But she pushed aside her unease, reminding herself of the bigger picture. She had a role to play, and she wasn't about to let Clea down.

The sleek black car glided to a stop in front of the restaurant, and Jazmine instinctively reached for the door handle. However, before she could open it, Kyle was already out of his seat and striding around the vehicle to open her door.

Jazmine blinked in surprise, her eyebrows raising slightly at the unexpected chivalrous gesture. "Oh, um, thank you," she murmured as she stepped out of the car, feeling a strange warmth spread through her chest.

Kyle flashed her a cocky grin. "Anything for you, babe," he replied smoothly, offering his arm for her to take.

Jazmine hesitated for a moment before looping her arm through his, the small smile still lingering on her lips. Together, they made their way towards the entrance of the restaurant, the sounds of their footsteps echoing against the pavement.

As they approached the entrance, Kyle handed the keys to the valet with a careless flick of his wrist. Jazmine watched the exchange, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of someone else parking Kyle's expensive car.

A flurry of camera flashes greeted them as they stepped into the restaurant, and Jazmine couldn't help but glance over her shoulder at the paparazzi gathered outside. She felt a strange mixture of excitement and apprehension at the sight of them, knowing that her every move was being scrutinized and captured on camera.

"Let's just focus on enjoying our dinner," Kyle said, his voice breaking through Jazmine's thoughts as he guided her towards their table.

Jazmine nodded, tearing her gaze away from the paparazzi and forcing a smile as they entered the bustling restaurant. Tonight was about more than just dinner—it was about playing the role of the perfect couple for the press, and Jazmine was determined to play her part flawlessly.

The atmosphere inside the posh restaurant was one of subdued elegance, with the soft glow of candlelight casting shadows across the room and the murmur of hushed conversations creating a soothing backdrop.

Kyle led Jazmine towards a more secluded table, tucked away in a corner of the restaurant, offering them a modicum of privacy amidst the elegant chaos. They took their seats, and Jazmine couldn't help but notice the way Kyle's eyes lingered on her as she settled into her chair.

"So, babe, tell me about yourself," Kyle began, his tone casual as he leaned back in his chair and surveyed the menu. "What do you do for fun?"

Jazmine **** a smile, determined not to let Clea down and to make a good impression on Kyle. Since transitioning, that has taken up her whole life. She hadn't had much time for hobbies or leisure.

"Um, well, I enjoy... uh, trying new restaurants and... um, going for walks in the park," she stammered, her mind racing to come up with an answer.

Kyle nodded, seemingly satisfied with her response as he continued to peruse the menu. "Cool, cool," he muttered absently, his attention already drifting elsewhere. "So, what's your favorite thing to do in bed?"

Jazmine's eyes widened in disbelief at the abrupt shift in conversation, a flush creeping into her cheeks. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing as she struggled to come up with a response. She wasn't particularly experienced in that department, before or after transitioning.

"Um, well, I... uh, I enjoy... um, trying new things," she stammered, her voice faltering as she stumbled over her words. "You know, like... uh, experimenting."

Kyle raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued by her hesitant answer. "Oh yeah? Like what kind of things?" he pressed, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

Jazmine felt a wave of panic wash over her as she realized she had no idea what to say next. **** to salvage the situation, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Um, you know, like... role-playing and stuff," she replied, inwardly cringing at her own awkwardness.

Kyle's grin widened, his gaze raking over her appreciatively. "Damn, babe, you're full of surprises," he remarked, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I like that."

Jazmine **** a nervous laugh, relieved that she had managed to deflect Kyle's attention away from her lack of experience. As they returned their focus to the menu, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her ability to navigate the awkward situation.

With a newfound confidence, she resolved to make the most of the evening and prove to Clea—and herself—that she was capable of rising to the occasion, no matter how challenging the circumstances. And if that meant indulging in a little white lie or two along the way, then so be it.

As they perused the menu, Jazmine and Kyle engaged in conversation, attempting to delve into deeper, more meaningful topics. However, Kyle's responses remained disappointingly shallow, peppered with the occasional objectifying remark or self-centered anecdote.

"So, Jazmine, tell me about your family," Kyle began, his tone casual as he sipped his drink.

Jazmine plastered on a polite smile, determined to keep the conversation flowing. "Well, I grew up in a small town in the Midwest," she replied, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "I have a younger brother, and we were always really close growing up."

Kyle nodded absentmindedly, his attention already drifting elsewhere. "Sounds nice," he muttered, his eyes scanning the menu once more.

"Yeah, it was," Jazmine continued, forging ahead despite Kyle's lack of interest. "My parents weren't really supportive of my dreams, because they didn't quite understand them. But I've always wanted to be an actor...I mean, actress," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Kyle's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his interest finally piqued. "What made you decide to take the plunge?"

Jazmine's heart skipped a beat at the genuine curiosity in Kyle's question, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness. "It's a long story," she began, her words tumbling out in a rush.

As they continued their date, Jazmine and Kyle's conversation veered into deeper, more meaningful territory—or at least, that was Jazmine's intention. However, Kyle seemed more interested in flaunting his popularity and objectifying Jazmine than engaging in meaningful dialogue.

"So, Jazmine, tell me about your wildest fantasies," Kyle purred, his tone dripping with arrogance as he leaned in closer.

Jazmine shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her discomfort evident as she **** a polite smile. "Um, well, I guess I've always dreamed of traveling the world," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Kyle's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a smirk playing at his lips. "Traveling, huh? That's pretty basic," he remarked, his tone dismissive. "I was thinking more along the lines of bedroom fantasies, if you catch my drift."

Jazmine's cheeks flushed crimson, a mixture of embarrassment and frustration washing over her. "Oh, um, I don't know about that," she stammered, her voice trailing off as she searched for a way to change the subject.

But Kyle was relentless, his gaze lingering on Jazmine's figure with an unsettling intensity. "Come on, babe, don't be shy," he coaxed, his hand inching closer to hers on the table. "I'm sure you've got some juicy secrets hidden away."

As the evening wore on, Kyle's behavior only seemed to grow more obnoxious, his crude remarks and objectifying comments leaving Jazmine feeling increasingly uncomfortable. Yet, she knew that she had to play along, **** to maintain the illusion of a successful date for the sake of her career and Clea's approval.

"So, Jazmine, have you ever been with a guy like me before?" Kyle asked, his tone laced with arrogance as he leaned in closer, his hand brushing against Jazmine's thigh.

Jazmine **** a tight smile, her heart sinking at Kyle's insensitivity. "Um, well, not exactly," she replied, her voice strained as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

Kyle chuckled, his ego inflated by Jazmine's response. "Well, you're in for a real treat, sweetheart," he remarked, his hand sliding higher up Jazmine's thigh. "I'll show you a night you won't forget."

Jazmine's stomach churned at Kyle's forwardness, a mixture of revulsion and frustration swirling inside her. "That sounds... exciting," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she discreetly moved Kyle's hand away from her.

But Kyle was undeterred, his arrogance blinding him to Jazmine's discomfort. "You know, babe, I could make you famous," he continued, his tone smug as he leaned back in his chair. "With my connections, I could get you all the roles you've ever dreamed of."

Jazmine **** herself to nod along, her mind racing with thoughts of the sacrifices she was making to appease Kyle and further her career. "That sounds amazing," she replied, her voice tinged with **** enthusiasm as she plastered a smile on her face.

As the night dragged on, Jazmine found herself growing increasingly disillusioned with Kyle's behavior, his constant attempts to objectify her leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. Yet, she remained determined to see the date through to the end, knowing that her success—and Clea's approval—depended on her ability to keep up the charade.

Eventually, the date had to come to an end. As they exited the restaurant, Kyle's behavior seemed to grow even more inappropriate, his crude remarks and lewd gestures making Jazmine's skin crawl. But she knew she had to maintain her facade, plastering a fake smile on her face and laughing along with Kyle's distasteful jokes.

"You know, Jazmine, you've got one hell of a body," Kyle remarked, his voice dripping with arrogance as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against Jazmine's ear.

Jazmine **** herself to chuckle, her discomfort evident as she shifted awkwardly on her feet. "Thanks, Kyle," she replied, her voice strained as she tried to keep up with his crude banter.

Kyle grinned, his ego inflated by Jazmine's response. "You're welcome, babe," he said, his hand lingering on Jazmine's lower back as he led her towards his car. "I can't wait to see what else you've got hiding under that dress."

Jazmine felt a shiver of revulsion run down her spine at Kyle's words, her stomach churning with disgust. But she pushed aside her feelings, determined to play the part of the adoring date and secure Kyle's approval.

As they reached the car, Kyle opened the door for Jazmine, his gaze lingering on her body with undisguised hunger. "After you, sweetheart," he said, his tone smug as he gestured for Jazmine to enter the car.

Jazmine **** a smile, her mind racing with thoughts of the pressure she was under to maintain her facade. "Thank you, Kyle," she replied, her voice trembling slightly as she climbed into the car.

As the car pulled away from the restaurant, Jazmine couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. Kyle's attention was diverted to the road ahead, sparing her from his crude remarks and lewd gestures, at least for the moment. She shifted in her seat, adjusting the hem of her dress and trying to ignore the lingering discomfort in her chest from the recent surgery.

But her relief was short-lived as Kyle suddenly veered the car to the side of the road, bringing it to a sudden stop. Jazmine's heart raced in her chest as she turned to look at him, her stomach churning with unease.

"What's going on, Kyle?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension as Kyle turned to face her, a predatory glint in his eyes.

"I just couldn't wait any longer, babe," Kyle replied, his tone dripping with lust as he reached out to touch Jazmine's thigh. "You're too damn irresistible."

Jazmine **** a smile, her mind racing with thoughts of the pressure she was under to maintain her facade. "I'm glad you think so, Kyle," she replied, her voice trembling slightly as Kyle's hand trailed higher up her leg.

Kyle grinned, his ego inflated by Jazmine's response. "You know, I've been thinking about those tits of yours all night," he said, his voice husky with desire as he reached out to cup Jazmine's newly enhanced breasts.

Jazmine felt a twinge of pleasure mixed with the slightest hint of pain as Kyle's hands roamed over her body, her chest still tender from the surgery just a few hours ago. She **** herself to play along, biting her lip to stifle a gasp as Kyle's touch sent shivers down her spine.

"Mmm, they're all yours, Kyle," Jazmine replied, her voice laced with false enthusiasm as Kyle continued to grope her. "Do whatever you want with them."

Kyle chuckled, his hands growing bolder as he moved to squeeze Jazmine's ass, his touch rough and possessive. "That's what I like to hear, babe," he said, his voice low with arousal as he leaned in closer to Jazmine.

As Kyle leaned in to kiss her, Jazmine's mind raced with a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. She tried to convince herself to do a good job, to play along for the sake of her career and the expectations placed upon her. But internally, she was losing it.

All those memories of Jackson Steele, a straight man, came flooding back as Kyle's lips met hers. She couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort and unease, knowing that she was kissing a guy, despite her outward appearance as Jazmine Jade.

As Kyle's lips pressed against hers, Jazmine struggled to find the same enthusiasm she had been feigning all evening. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of her former self, of the struggles and conflicts he had faced before undergoing his transformation.

She tried to push those thoughts aside, to focus on the task at hand, but it was difficult. Kyle's lips were insistent, his hands roaming over her body with a sense of entitlement that made her skin crawl.

"Come on, babe, show me what you've got," Kyle murmured against her lips, his voice laced with arrogance as he pulled her closer.

Jazmine **** herself to respond, her lips moving against his in a clumsy imitation of desire. But deep down, she knew that she wasn't fooling anyone, least of all herself.

As the kiss dragged on, Jazmine felt a sense of desperation creeping in. She knew that she had to make this work, that her entire future depended on it. But with every passing second, it became harder and harder to maintain the facade.

She wanted to scream, to push Kyle away and run as far from this charade as she could. But she couldn't. Not when so much was at stake.

So she kissed him back, her mind reeling with confusion and turmoil as she **** herself to endure it for just a little while longer.

As Kyle pulled away, the air thick with tension and anticipation, Jazmine's mind raced with panic. She wasn't ready for this. Not at all.

Just as she was about to suggest they go home, Kyle surprised her by starting to unbuckle his pants. Jazmine's eyes widened in disbelief, and she stammered, "Wh-what are you doing?"

Kyle smirked, his ego apparent in every movement as he replied, "We're gonna fuck, babe."

Jazmine's heart raced with panic. She couldn't let this happen. Not now, not ever. The idea of having sex with a man sent a shiver of revulsion down her spine, but she knew she had to find a way out of this situation. Frantically, she searched for a way to extricate herself from the situation, her mind spinning with possibilities.

Then, an idea struck her. It was risky, but it was the only way out she could see. Taking a deep breath, she hesitantly spoke up, "Um, actually, Kyle... it's that time of the month."

Kyle furrowed his brow in confusion. "Huh? What do you mean?"

Jazmine swallowed hard, steeling herself to be more explicit. "I mean... I'm on my period."

For a moment, Kyle seemed taken aback. "Ah, I see," he said, his voice dripping with sleazy confidence. But then his expression shifted as if a light bulb had gone off in his head."Well, how about you just blow me instead?"

Jazmine's stomach churned with disgust, but she **** herself to maintain her composure. "Um, maybe next time," she replied politely, her voice trembling slightly.

Kyle's disappointment was palpable as he reluctantly buckled his pants, and then, without another word, he shifted the car into gear and resumed driving.

Jazmine let out a shaky breath, relieved to have escaped the situation unscathed. But she knew that she couldn't let her guard down just yet. With Kyle's crude advances still fresh in her mind, she braced herself for whatever might come next.

The ride back to Clea's place was uncomfortably silent, tension thick in the air between Jazmine and Kyle. Not a word was spoken, each lost in their own thoughts. Jazmine's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, relief mingled with lingering discomfort from Kyle's crude advances. Kyle, on the other hand, seemed unperturbed, his arrogant demeanor unchanged.

As they pulled up to Clea's driveway, Jazmine mustered a polite smile and turned to Kyle. "Thanks for the evening, Kyle," she said, her voice strained but polite.

Kyle returned her smile, his gaze lingering a little too long on her lips. "No problem, babe," he replied, leaning in for another quick kiss.

Jazmine's heart sank as she felt his lips against hers once again. She **** herself to reciprocate, though every fiber of her being recoiled from the contact. Finally, Kyle pulled away, and Jazmine hastily opened the car door, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere inside.

Stepping out onto the pavement, Jazmine took a deep breath, the cool night air providing a welcome reprieve from the stifling confines of the car. She turned to face Kyle, plastering on a polite smile despite the turmoil churning inside her.

"Goodnight, Kyle," she said, her voice tinged with **** cheerfulness.

"Night, babe," Kyle replied, his tone casual as he revved the engine, ready to drive off into the night.

As the taillights of Kyle's car disappeared into the darkness, Jazmine let out a long sigh of relief. She couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that lingered from the evening's events, but for now, she was just grateful to be home.