Jenna Fischer (prostitution)

Jenna was looking at her old "The office" episodes, half drunk, and was feeling nostalgics of her youth, even before the show.

"Damn, I would do anything to be young again." She mumbled.

"That can be arranged." a voice then said.

Sobering up a bit, she looked around panicked.

"Who's... Who's there?"

"I'm here. On the glass of wine."

Puzzled, she looked there and spotted a fly.

"Damn, what did they put in that wine?"

"Who knows, but our lord is willing to give you the chance to be young again."

"Your lord?... The lord of flies? Ahah! Wait... it reminds me of something..."

"Do you want to be young, or not?"

"Yes! But, wait! If... If that's some devil's deal stuff, I want more!"

"Sure."

"I wanna... I don't just want to be young... I want to... not grow old and feel my body grow painful for no reason and soft and sluggish with wrinkles... and men would always find me sexy and attractive, and stuffs..."

"That's all?"

"I-I guess so..."

"Ok, then. Sleep well."

Jenna felt losing consciousness in a comatose sleep. She only woke up with the sound of the TV. She didn't feel any pain from sleeping in her sofa, no headache from the excessive drinking. Not only that, but she was well rested.

"I guess this is a good day." She said, hoping it would go well.

On the screen, she was seeing herself in some event, a movie premier or something. But she didn't remember going there... and there was "Live" on the bottom of the screen.

"What the fuck?!"

As she was about to rush to the bathroom to look at herself, she realized that she wasn't home. It was a small and shabby apartment, with cheap and worn out furniture.

"Where am I ?" She asked to no one in particular.

By the window, the street, two stories down, was not in a good shape, with hookers on the sidewalk. That's what made her realize that her drunken night, she remembered like a feverish dream, wasn't a dream at all. Going in the bathroom, which was a mess of clothes and makeup, she saw her reflection. A twentyish version of herself, with bigger tits, she was sure of that, was looking back at her. The tip of her hair were dyed purple, probably days earlier.

"I'm really younger!" She shouted.

But that was her only positive point on the situation. She wasn't making a lot and after a shower in an old bathtub, she only found slutty clothes. It was certain, she was... or the body she was in, was a whore, a hooker, even. Taking an iridescent dress ending barely under her ass, she put on some flashy makeup like it was natural and left her apartment.

But as she was walking in the corridor with a flickering light flashing randomly, a door opened on a naked pregnant girl.

"Hey, Jenny, ya go to the store? Can ya get me some snacks? I crave sugar right now."

Looking at her, she spotted an opportunity to check things on her.

"Can I come in, first?"

The woman looked surprised, but let her in.

"Ya, sure, babe!"

The apartment was even smaller, but in a better shape.

"We know each others, for a while, right?" Jenna asked, sitting on her couch.

"Yeah, it's been like years, or sumthin'."

"Do you know where I come from?"

The girl looked at her puzzled.

"You never told me, you've been here for longer then me."

"And I've been a whore all the time?"

"You're hurt yer head or...? I mean, ya always been doin' this, ya tha most pop's girl in this place. Proly because ya cheap as fuck. But, hey no business of mine."

Great, that devil really did its worst on her. And even worst, she didn't feel that bothered to have many clients and not asking much.

"So, ya goin' to buy me choc'lates or what?"

"Yes, absolutely. Sorry. I'll go."

Jenna, then left the girl's apartment.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Jenny? You called me that."

The girl looked at her confused, again."

"Yeah, Jenny Lovedick."

"Jenny Love..! Goddamit!"

She walked down the hallway, taking out her ID.

"I'm really Jenny Lovedick... what an asshole."