Jennifer Isn't Just Going to Sit Around and Wait

Jennifer finished doing her makeup smiling at herself in the mirror with thoughts of how she had never felt more alive. And powerful.

While her mild corruption by the Idol festered and grew with each depraved act, she herself remained too remote for it to influence or channel corruption through.

Not that it mattered much. Jennifer had managed to break her step father’s self-control and restraint. She knew she has inspired him into thinking of her sexually. In fact, he had done just as she asked earlier that day when her mother got in. Jennifer resisting watching or intruding on their fuck in favour of playing with herself, her cries of delight barely heard over her mother’s by Kurt as he fucked his wife wilder than ever before.

Putting the eyeliner down Jennifer smacked her red lips and gave her reflection her best “come fuck me” look.

Adjusting the sports bra she toyed with her nipples, prompting them to display prominently through the compressing fabric.

She’d barely slept, her mind flooded with raunchy desires and need. Alongside a compulsion that such acts would draw her path to cross with that unknown girl from the store once more.

Jennifer knew her small town had only three things for youth to do with their free time. Drink, ****, and Fuck. The last one was a trickier objective for her, Jennifer had been keeping a low social profile, earnestly trying to stay out of trouble and save for some school to save her from retail hell.

Fortunately, she had found some new, more enjoyable, and achievable salvation.

There was an assortment of bars she could try, none of which had a reputation for partying that stood out in her mind. That left only two-place, Little T’s the only night club in town, and the strip club.

Checking herself out in the mirror Jennifer wondered if she would be better off buying a halter top for the near future, maybe something with a more open back. Running a finger across her slit the smiled as her camel toe became apparent through the yoga pants.

Turning to sigh in disappointment that her stepfather wasn’t lurking in the open bathroom doorway Jennifer glanced at her watch before making one last glance at her hair. All tied back except for one strand crossing her forehead down her cheek just off-center.

Strutting through the house Jennifer found herself aroused by the clamor of her heels heralding her approach as she found Kurt in the living room watching tv.

“What do you think?” Jennifer asked alluringly, watching as Kurt glanced at her then rolled his head away, doubling down on trying to focus on the tv.

“Does it scream ‘Fuck me’ enough?” Jennifer asked smiling as she heard an exasperated sigh leave Kurt. “Because you know we could. But instead I’m **** to find someone who won’t say no.”

Peeling the sports bra up Jennifer shashayed her chest for a moment.

Hardly waiting for a response Jennifer marched out while pulling the sports bra back down, eager to see just what she might fuck this night.

The club was packed, and exciting.

Jennifer found herself making quick friends with both the men, and working girls alike. She didn’t recall paying for a single drink, her actions getting bolder as the night went on. From innocently sitting on laps, to rubbing guys crotches under tables.

Sadly, the bouncers kept a close eye on her, steering her clear of the men’s washroom several times.

As the night went on Jennifer eventually found herself having shots with a group of guys, they were out cheering up their buddy who arrived at work to find his girlfriend and her sister sucking off his boss. Apparently no one had seen it coming.

Pegging the poor sap for an easy fuck Jennifer started to focus all her attentions on him, grinding in his lap, pressing her breasts against him, and eventually ordering a lapdance.

For them both. It frustrated Jennifer how down the guy was, he had every reason to rage fuck Jennifer in **** at his ex but all he was stuck on was what went wrong, and how good the relationship had been.

Then she got distracted. A brunette, or maybe she had raven hair, woman hit the stage, long hair tied up in dutch braids, bangs hanging down to just above their eyes. The breasts weren’t as large, or full, but maybe that was just in Jennifer's head that they'd been so perfect.

Jennifer had to question if she had met a Clark Kent in that change room, and if this was her Superman.

Her attentions grew more engrossed as the first song lead to the second, then third.

Jennifer’s mind raced with eager thoughts, dreams and anticipations of what of this was THE girl, THAT girl who had left Jennifer so craven.

“COME ON!” Jennifer shouted over the club music leading the sad sack with her. They were getting a dance. Catching the girl as she came out to the bar Jennifer quickly hit it off with small talk, wooing the stripper into a 5 song lap dance deal for the cost of 3 using her new friend's sad story.

Before long Jennifer was practically bouncing on a couch next to Jack as their stripper began to sit in his lap, her tits waving in his face.

Jennifer’s mind delighted at the act, her mind pushing ecstatic thoughts for her friend to latch onto that nipple and suck, to find the perverse delight that Jennifer was now living. As the stripper shuffled into her lap Jennifer’s hand gripped the bulge in the guys pants, as the nipples waved before her face she struck.

The stripper gasped in unexpected pleasure, the guy next to Jennifer panicked as he found his pants suddenly fully opened, his rigid cock exposed and in her hand before he could even question it happening.

“STOP!” The stripper shouted in a heavy breath the bouncers quickly summoned as if out of nowhere, guiding the two recipients of the dance promptly to a side door and flinging them out.

Jack was furious, everything in his life seemed to be going downhill and it all seemed to be triggered by women. He pleaded to have his friends notified, mentioned his cell phone was still at their table, while struggling to redo up his pants during a **** march.

All pleading upon empty ears.

Jack cursed and swore screaming out into the night, his eyes furiously looking at Jennifer as she laughed almost hysterically.

“Damn, so that wasn’t her.” Jennifer remarked looking up and down her compatriot in being booted from thr club. “What’s your name anyways?”

Jack dropped his jaw, this woman who just sort of inserted herself into a guys night out meant to cheer him up hadn’t even managed to learn his name, she’d been flirting aggressively with him for hours, even dragging him for a lapdance.

“You don’t even know my name.” Jack half couldn’t believe the exasperated words exiting his lips.

“Well, I am trying to up my slut game. Maybe its better I don’t ever get it. Mine's Jennifer.” The auburn-haired girl remarked with a cocky tone and smirk, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the building. "You can however call me whatever you like, well if you act right."

“No.” The frustrated guy pulled his hand free from Jennifer and stomped his feet. “I’m done with you ruining my night!”

“Listen, uh…”

“Jack.” The guy sternly replied crossing his arms, he hadn’t initially wanted to go out tonight. He had quit his job after coming in to find his girlfriend with his boss. He wanted to just sit at home and brood. To sort out his anger and confusion.

Then maybe make a phone call asking why.

“Jack, oh what a sweet simple name.” Jennifer mind thought hard to remember it for later, it would be easy enough to scream while being fucked. “Look, I know where you’re coming from. You’re newly single, ditched your job, and frustrated that some slut decided you weren't masculine enough to fuck her straight and narrow.” Pausing for a second another thought crossed her mind, "Or good enough to share..." Jennifer mumbled in contemplation.

Jack looked at Jennifer incredulous to the words being uttered towards him.

“So, let’s go over to your car. Let me suck you off, and make your night better.” Jennifer appealed reaching out and taking Jack's hand in hers. “Then when your friends come out you can film me doing all sorts of whorish things, **** or rage fuck me even. Then send it to her. To show you can always find a better skank.”

Guiding Jack almost against his will across the lot Jennifer milked which car he’d come in from him before promptly pushing him against the passenger door and ripping his pants open.

Jack couldn’t believe this, the kicking out of the strip club, the unabated slut, the fact that he almost walked away from the rather skilled lips and tongue currently on his cock.

All she seemed to want was more.

“I only wish I had a sister to suck you’re cock with.” Jennifer’s words suddenly started resonating with Jack as she steered away from trying to **** on his cock and talk about her dirty thoughts. “I’d skull fuck her on your dick until you’d cum" Bobbing up and down Jennifer delighted at the feel of the hand on her head. “Then taste you from her lips.” She added after a long slow drag off his cock.

Throwing his head back Jack lost himself in thought, thinking of Caroline bobbing on his cock as Cathy watched, the sisters taking turns.

Until suddenly his mind was drawn back to reality.