Jennifer Does as Told

Amy felt nothing but relief as she, Jaunie, and Gia got out of their ride at the house where they were going to have a small party.

She didn’t know who the driver was, or how exactly they knew Jennifer but the heavy breathing and periodic almost pleasurable gasps put her and the others on edge as they were shuttled here together, unaware of just what corruption was channeled into the poor woman and how her very act of delivering these three for Jennifer was provoking all sorts of corrupt perverted pleasure to surge through her.

Amy was tall and slender with big curly black hair, her skin tight clothes and attitude clearly sharing not just her heritage but her proud self declared Gina status. She used to swap discounts with Jennifer at the mall, enjoying being able to match the sexy clothes on the outside with whatever she put on beneath.

Jaunie had orange hued blonde hair, her rather plain fashions making her seem like an odd person out from the other staff at the piercings and novelty store she worked at with Gia. Her slender figure didn’t have much to flaunt in her tight khaki capris and form fitting graphic tee.

Where Jaunie failed to exhibit the fashions of her work, Gia took them to extremes.

Gia prided herself on not just selling the fashions of her workplace, but being an example of them. Her ears exhibited six different types of piercing, her faced adorned with another five. She proudly enjoyed rambling off the names of them, Industrial, Helix, Orbital, Rook, Daith, and 7/16th stretched lobes. Her left eyebrow, left anti-eyebrow, right nose, right dimple, and her medusa.

Gia often enjoyed toying with boys about what else might be pierced, or could be pierced if she really liked them. Her pale skin and dark hair rounded out her punk look, one she was proudly strutting into this house.

The door was hanging open as the trio entered, a shouted hello quickly answered with one back from the kitchen.

Jennifer laid out six glass cooler bottles, their labels non existent as their clear glass flaunted an almost luminous looking lime green colour.

Jennifer was looking a bit flushed, she hoped her friends hadn’t noticed too much. Jennifer had arrived just before dark, having convinced Doug to invite her in she had masturbated on the living room floor as she watched the conservative religious man going from scolding her to literally bending over and changing before her eyes.

Jennifer had wondered about the change all day, and somehow found it even more arousing than she could imagine. The guardian quickly put Jennifer to work though, not with pleasing herself or it, but with filling the “absinthe" she would be sharing this night.

Jennifer was careful to just use her right hand filling the bottles from the hot tub turned sacred pool, her tongue eagerly licking each bottle clean of dripping in a manner so devout and religious to almost be counter to Jennifer’s upbringing and history.

But then again, she found herself stuck thinking of no other way to describe what had started in the change room. Some sort of revelation had started there, and she found herself eager to pursue it.

As the trio of new arrivals entered the kitchen Amy and Jaunie eyed the bottles laid out strangely as Gia scooped one up and inspected it confidently.

“Doug asked me to get rid of some coolers a relative apparently brought him from Europe. Apparently he worries his daughters might develop a taste for absinthe.” Jennifer remarked, smiling and swigging from one of the bottles as Gia eagerly took the first gulp seeming to savour the liquid in her mouth before swallowing.

“So that’s what absinthe taste like.” Gia remarked perplexed at how to describe the taste, her thoughts more drawn to the sensation of it as it rolled on her tongue, sloshed across her teeth, and then soothingly seemed to slip down her throat its viscosity feeling as if it had changed and it was lingering on the way down. Were a strong spirit might leave a trail of warmth in its passing this stuff left a strangely invigorating electric vibe.

“I knew there would be drinking, but I don’t know…” Jaunie remarked watching as Amy eyed the bottle she picked up.

“More for me then.” Gia cockily remarked taking a heavier swig from her first bottle as she swiped the bottle placed out for Jaunie.

Shaking her head at Gia Jennifer felt a deep satisfaction at the quick pick up by Gia. Turning to Amy she watched as the curly haired brunette nodded in approval.

“Not bad.” Amy remarked wondering just how strong this stuff was as she felt a warmth flare up in herself, reminding her of the last couple Christmas's where her Papa had sat her down for a touch of grappa. Strangely the warmth made her think of a cock slipping from her mouth as it abated.

“Its not that bad, in all honesty Doug even said it doesn’t cause the fancy hallucinations and what not we hear about.” Jennifer offered, pulling another bottle from the fridge and offering it to Jaunie as Gia and Amy wandered to the living room.

The idle social banter lasted hardly one drink, innuendo and dirty implications soon eroding the conversation of truths and darings, crowned with sexual exploits.

Amy and Gia seemed to casually sink with the conversation even remarking with envy as Jennifer told the tale of how she was not only fired, but soon found herself barred from not just the only club in town, but being told she’d have to pay a fee to keep sucking guys off in the strip club parking lot.

Jaunie shifted, feeling strangely uncomfortable and unable to add to the conversations. While strangely hungering to be more involved. She felt a strange envy growing within her, and pushed to ignore it.

Amy soon remarked about Gia's piercings adding how she often debated getting a monroe.

As two of her guests found their conversation spiralling downwards Jennifer sat next to Jaunie easing her growing discomfort with another drink and other small banter, drawing Jaunie's attention away from Gia as Gia began ranting at length about how she was debating a tongue barbel and trying to get in with Suicide Girls or something.

Glancing at the table Jennifer grinned as she counted the bottles. Wrapping her right arm around Jaunie she closed her eyes and suppressed a moan as she felt the Idol’s energies flowing through her hand into the least corrupted girl in the room.

“If you got it, why not flaunt it? You know.” Gia’s remark came with a glance around the room.

“I know that’s likely true for Amy.” Jennifer had been waiting for a good prompt, this seemed as a good as any as Amy looked at Jennifer incredulously. “I’ve seen the lingerie you buy. You don’t expect me to believe you don’t plan to be seen in it.”

Amy shook her head, her less inhibited thoughts at a loss for a rebuttal. “As if you don’t.” Amy stumbled to reply immediately half regretting the words the instant they were said.