Jenny's job comes first

Late night. The neighborhood is entirely silent, the lampposts illuminate a deserted sidewalk, except for a cat roaming around a trash bin that someone has brought out for garbage collection.

A lonely car stops near a house. Inside of it, there is you on the shotgun and your mother in the driving seat; only that it's not really your mother.

-You ready, honey?- She singsongs.

-I am, sis.- You emphasize the last word, stressing out that you're still bothered by your sister's behavior and don't want to play. Plus, it would be a bad idea anyway, since the moment.

Your apparent mother rolls her eyes, then puts her hands in a cup in front of your mouth.

"Let's do this." You focus as she instructed you to do, and soon your vision falters and you feel viscid walls around you. From the outside, someone could see a bulge traveling up your throat and then your **** body vomiting a pad of reddish goo which lands on your mom's palms. Of course, if there were someone that could see, and it would have been a problem.

Having a 360° vision is still tricky, but you can visualize your 'mother''s smirking visage looming over you. For a moment, you fear that Tina has set up some sort of trap and that now you're at her mercy. Instead, as programmed she opens the car door and walks into the house's courtyard, stopping right in front of the building. She looks up, at the first floor, where you suspect the bedrooms are.

"Ok, next she has to... wait, what is she...???" She's bringing you close to her mouth, and you really don't like how her grin is turning. Then, she... kisses you, or something tantamount, as it's more like she's sucking an ice cream but (thankfully) without the 'suck in' part, just by slightly inserting your goo in between her lips and using them to, uh, knead you. Then, pushing beyond every limit of depravity, she takes out her borrowed tongue, moving it like a slippery mollusk inside you.

"This is not... ohhh, this sensation is... we will get caught if... awww..." A thrill reverberates on the entirety of your small, jellyish body; something you can hardly describe, almost as if you're being tickled and massaged at the same time. Finally, she ends your '****' and takes a few steps back. The next thing you know is that you're thrown into the sky, and you'd scream if you just had a mouth, then you end up flattened against the glass of a window, like a smear of jam. Some sort of basic instinct kicks in, and you slowly crawl down until you reach the base; here, you slip under the pane gap, finishing in a dark room. There is a sole bed and someone sleeping peacefully on it; could it be... yes, it's her!

You proceed stealthily, again it comes as natural as walking (when you still had two legs), and soon you're on her pillow, next to her head.

"She's so pretty." You think to yourself.

"She doesn't suspect anything. I...".

You move cautiously toward her ear, then inside of it, then you feel like you're melting and the next second you have opened wide your eyes, and you sit down on the bed with a loud gasp. You have a body again; only that it's not yours.

-Oh God. Oh my! My voice!- You cover your mouth with your hands, then take a look at them; it's all feminine and dainty, and this hair too! Red, and long, and... and then these... tits...

"They are... real... soft... ahh...".

You stop.

Slowly, you open your hands and retract them from your chest.

"No. I must be better than with Kim. I have to, to respect her body. This time it will be different.".

You therefore lay down again, staring at the ceiling with your stolen eyes that have by now adjusted to the darkness. You're going to behave exactly like the real Jenny would, so while she's sleeping you'll start digging into her memories, as Tina taught you. It will take an entire day probably, but it's ok, since the risk is that by absorbing her personality all at once you'll grow dependent on her identity, and it will be extremely hard to detach from her body later. At least, this is what she suspected, and you shiver at the idea of such a scenario.

No, this won't happen. You close your eyes and drive back to a resting sleep.

"I promise, Jenny, I won't do anything bad. I... promise...".

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FLASH FLASH FLASH

-Put your hands behind your head, let's see the goods. Yeah, just like this!-.

You follow diligently the photographer's instructions, and since for the first time he's speaking to you with a distended tone, you know that you are doing things right.

In the end, you have decided to preserve Jenny's future over her present. Yes, you have broken the promise you made to her, to respect her body and her image; but how much you've broken, and how much have you preserved instead?

FLASH FLASH

-Stand up now. Show me your ass.-.

You comply. You've already discarded your bikini top, and now it goes the bottom; yet you know that, over a naked woman, what makes a man excited is an almost-naked woman, thus you take your time, letting them take several photos of you having your hands fidgeting with your slip.

"Yes, that's it. How much is different from still having her costume on? There's only less left to the imagination. Jenny would understand. I think that deep down she always knew that sooner or later there would have been a catch. I'm simply taking it for her, in a sense I'm doing her a favor.".

Now everything is gone. You feel, since you are, naked. You never dared to look at her nude form, yet you know exactly how it is, thanks to the memories that are filling your brain. Yeah, her hourglass shape would have been wasted if you haven't given her the courage; after all, if she would have decided to do it by herself, in a pair of days she would have passed on. This is just a photoshoot a little more over the edge than usual.

You cross your arms and shrug your shoulders, lifting your chest with your forearms. In this way, the cameras can capture in their entirety both the two plump fruits gently dripping from your bosom and the treasure nestled between your legs, adorned with a small trimmed bush. Once again, the thing more rousing than audacity is modesty, and even more than modesty, feigned modesty.

FLASH FLASH

-Good. Now another few with you down, like before.-.

He really sounds professional and unbothered. Is he gay? Or he just likes money over pussy. Anyway, you lay down once again; only that, this time, there is a lot more to see. In a verve of enthusiasm, you cup your tits with your hands and launch your legs in the air, exposing your tight pussy to the lens, just like a little snout peeking out between the two joined columns.

To be fair, it's not like you don't feel guilty or conflicted: you do feel sorry for doing this to Jennifer behind her back. Yet, it's only because you care about her and her dream, even if she will hate you for this later, assuming you get caught. But yes, probably you will come out with the truth someday, of course after you will have reintroduced yourself into her life in a more, ehm, traditional way than this one.

"Who knows, maybe she will thank me.".

You shift position once again, sitting on one of your thigh while you fold the other leg and lift the knee, which you stroke with one hand while supporting yourself with the other. You look straight at the camera, a sibylline smile curving your lips.

FLASH FLASH

The shooting keeps going for another half an hour, then it's over. In the end, you reason, it wasn't that bad. You redress and have a final talk with the troupe, they assure you that you'll get your money via Ronnie.

-Thank you then, it's been a pleasure to work with you guys.- You cutely waver them goodbye as Jenny is used to do. You smirk noticing more than one face blushing, in particular your assistant who has kindly provided the cuffs and all the rest. He's also kinda attractive...

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-Mgh... fuck...-.

You groan and press the brake to stop at the traffic light. While with one hand you're maneuvering the steering wheel, the other is causally rubbing your pussy. Even more cumbersome, your nipples are putting more and more pressure inside the bra.

Here is a problem that the original Jenny wouldn't have had: while you were doing all that sexy poses, you were keeping yourself distracted by overthinking, but now all the arousal that you postponed is coming back with interest. At this pace, you will have an accident before arriving back home, as you're merely midway. No, you need relief immediately.

You have to find a secluded place ASAP; luckily, you know a lightly trafficked alley not far from here. Therefore, as the lights turn green, instead of going straight you abruptly turn right, driving furiously until you've reached the place. You turn off the car in front of what you know is an abandoned house, and you quickly check that the coast is clear.

"Sorry for this too Jenny, but it's your body that is demanding this.".

You unlock your belt to have more liberty and recline the seat back to get more comfortable. You inhale, exhale, and finally Jennifer's hand slips inside of her jeans.

-Ohh... oh, yes...- You moan, closing your eyes. Your dainty digits move skillfully inside your crack, teasing the most sensitive points with great care. The warmness that is rapidly spreading inside of your groin is familiar, yet also strange, at the same time different and similar to a man's arousal; instead of having just your penis erected, it's like your entire body is stiffening.

Indeed, your other hand clasps your bosom, kneading to appease the molten fire that is pumping under your nipples. Your moans echo in the car, the pleasure that you've deprived yourself of until now is finally exploding under your touch. Now that you've tried three of them, you can state with certainty that women's bodies are so much more sensitive, mgh, oh fuck!!!

You gasp, your digits pausing as the mini-orgasm pulsates in your body. For fuck's sake, this felt good! And you still want more, you need, you need something to turn you on, and so you take your phone and browse in the gallery for any hot picture, maybe another of Jennifer's sets or...

!!!

You double-tap the screen. A photo of a gorgeous girl in her early twenties quickly expands. She is wearing a long blue wig, white contact lenses, a light white and lilac jacket and, underneath it, a mix of tops and fishnet stockings alternating with black shorts, black bra, and black socks. Above all, her prodigious breasts are prominently displayed as she gazes off into the distance, ostentatiously unaware of the camera's focus.

It's Katie in the last photo she sent you. She was cosplaying Hinata Hyuga from Naruto, a perfect and at the same time seductive portrait, in her typical style. Katie Parr, the reason why Jenny has started her career: she was the one who proposed to her to cosplay, back when they were 14, a passion that Jennifer later transposed into conventional clothing, while she continued to embody in the most alluring way.

"K...Katie... ahh...".

Your pussy is producing squelching sounds and sticky spatters are dampening your fingers and your panties. Even after discovering she was bi, Jennifer had never looked at her like you're doing now. And, oh Christ, what was she missing.

You scroll laterally and a similar image pops up, in this one if possible Katie's boobs are even more highlighted by her bent arm, just like you did before. The malicious smile she's flashing to the camera is making your diamond-hard nipples palpitate like hatching eggs, your heart is exploding in your chest...

-K...Katie...I'm s...sorr...AAAAAAHHHH!!!- Your pussy throbs and bursts, covering your hand with fluids, and you flail in your seat like a fish out of water. As you gasp for air, you try to find the words to describe the orgasm that just took your breath away, but it was the most mind-blowing experience you've ever had. The corners of your mouth curl up: even compared to Kim's or Mom's, Jennifer's body is a true blessing. Even her panting is sexy.

It takes you a minute, but you manage to calm down and regain some posture. Your underwear is ruined and your forehead is sweating, but you're much more relaxed now. You're about to start the car again when you notice something in the corner of your eye.

"Shit!".

It lasted a second, but you were sure there was a face spying on you from one window of the 'abandoned' building. An old man it seemed, of course, you should have considered the bums. Great, just great, you hope that they don't know who Jennifer is; but, actually, you seriously doubt it.

-Hope you enjoyed the show. Jerk.- You mumble, and then you drive away. However, as you reason upon the route to follow, you realize that you're getting closer to 'your' gf place. You recall Sarah's message of this morning, and yesterday she informed you that her parents would have been away for the day. This means a free house, all for the two of you.

You smirk. Sure, you're getting hungry, but you're pretty confident you will end up eating... something.

"...ok, bad joke. Mmm, Jenny's memories are full of a lot of naughtiness with her... Wait, is that...?" You've arrived in Sarah's neighborhood, but your eyes fall on a particular car, parked on the side of the street, rather than her house. You remember the unanswered calls on your phone, and you know that it's him. You pull over and get out of your smart, walking towards the vehicle with furious steps.

As you anticipated, you see Dave in the driver's seat, staring right at Sarah's house, probably trying to figure out if you're inside. Instead, you catch him off guard by forcefully knocking on the window next to him. He jolts in panic and you try to open the door, finding it locked. Though clearly uncertain about what to do, he eventually lets you in.

-J-Jen, I...-.

You sit down and slam the door, cutting him off mid-sentence. You stare at him. He looks awful, like he hasn't slept for days.

-Dave, what the hell are you doing here? Are you out of your mind?-.

-I was, uh, looking for you. You weren't answering my calls, and so...-.

-Yeah, I'm not answering because we broke up!- You snap, making him jump once again.

-I told you, it's over between us! You can't show up at my girlfriend's house like this!-.

-Bu-Bu-But I thought that I could... if you just try to... we, we had something, and...- Tears are forming in his eyes, as with your impetus you're clearly shattering the speech he had prepared. At this vision, your determination falters: a part of Jennifer still cares about him, and honestly wishes him to be happy. She really hoped it wouldn't come to this.

-It's, it's her! It's Sarah, she has convinced you that you're a lesbian!- He suddenly exclaims; with those simple words, all the pity you had for him vanishes, and another wave of anger surges in your veins.

-Don't you dare, you... homophobic craven! Why are you here, uh? Do you want to cure me? So what, you want to do this?- You grab his hand and you shove it on your boobs. Dave opens wide his eyes, but doesn't even try to oppose. Because he wants it.

In a flash, you think back at Ronnie's words, at those flashes at the pool, at the tramp in the house. Of course. They all want that from you, isn't it??

-Jen... I don't understand...-.

-Oh, you don't understand? But this is what you wanted to have back, right?- You insist, starting to move circularly his wrist. Dave's face has lost all its colors. Disgusting hypocrite. You suddenly toss away his limb and hastily discard your shirt, remaining in your bra.

-W-What are you doing?! Jen, this is-

-What?- You put your knees on the seat and just forward towards him. His jaw drops and his pupils tremble, trying to adjust at the sight of your face only a few centimeters away from his own.

-I'm giving you exactly what you want, so... what's the problem, babe?- Your demeanor has changed, your words are now a luscious whisper. You lean in a bit more and lock your lips on his. You remember this mouth; you remember this tongue; and also this savor, it's very familiar.

After all, why not? As you were saying, you still find him attractive, so why should you hold back with him after all you did in the last hours? Besides, you still feel a bit aroused from your masturbation, and you know that he's quite good to satisfy your needs.

You retract only to go in again, but he surprisingly shakes his head and evades your offense. Tsch.

-N-No, this is wrong, p-people can see us...-.

-'P-People can see us', and so? Haven't you come here to get caught? So, let's get caught.- You take his nape with your hand, kissing him passionately. This time, instead of simply letting you in, he reciprocates. A part of Jennifer, a big part of Jennifer that she wasn't aware of, was yearning for those lips. Meanwhile, your fingers are fumbling with the zip of his trousers, but it's only when you lower them that he realizes it.

-Wait, Jen, I still love you...-.

-Shh.- You put your index on his mouth. Chuckling, you drop down his boxer too, exposing his semi-flaccid penis. The sensation that such a vision gives you is quite weird. It's, again, something you've already experienced, though it's not like looking at your own dick; in fact, you feel that you should be repelled by it, since it's the cock of another guy. Only that, you're not. Memories of that same penis going in and out of you are whirling in your mind, and at the same time you perceive a barrier between yourself and those moments, like frames of a movie you saw years ago.

"Go figure.".

You sweep a strand of hair behind your ear and lower down. Your lips engulf its tip, then slide on its length, and you start moving back and forward, caressing the rod with your tongue. It tastes salty and a bit dirty, but lekker too, in a sense.

-J-Jennifer... ohh... oh fuck...-.

Slurping sounds are reverberating from your throat, and after a bit you have to pull back to breathe. Seems like Jenny has to work on her gag reflex; indeed, you know that she didn't give him many blowjobs, back when they were together.

"Blowjob, mh?".

You go down again, this time moving faster and going more in deep. Dave groans loudly, his member having grown fully rigid and thick. With a certain pride, you constate that yours is a bit bigger, but right now you just want to taste this one. You give him no truce this time, reaching your uvula twice or more while managing to hold back the urge to puke, as you know that it won't take long to finish.

And, indeed...

-I, I, urgh!!!-.

His dick throbs wildly. A second later, your palate is washed by a warm, slimy substance, in one, two, three pumps. You squint your eyes and hardly swallow, and you can't say you love the savor or the texture; anyway, you straighten up, looking at Dave in the eyes. He's articulating meaningless words, and you take advantage of his confusion to straddle him. You feel his, well, confused cock trapped under your jeans, and you press your tits onto his chest.

-So, you enjoyed it, babe?- You purr.

-Jen... I... I...-.

You giggle. He did, ofc he did. But now you want to enjoy it too. You discard your trousers and your drenched panties, you scrape your renewly-wettened pussy until he is hard again, then you lift yourself up and with one hand you align it perfectly with your vagina.

You smile.

-You wanted to have babies, right?-.

Down.

-AWW~!!!- It's again that sensation, like with your mom, but it's not the same, your pussy is different, but it's still awesome. His trunk fills your urethra, dilating her walls mercilessly to accommodate his presence. You squeeze his head against you, the car squeaks with each jab, but your elated moans drown out the noise. He bites your flesh, the way he did when he wanted to be aggressive, and you dig your nails into his hair, the way you did when you wanted him to be more.

-Ah, ah, ah!-.

The surge grows nested in your guts, feeded with each thrust, then your cries turn into acute squeals and you finally cum together. A wave of electricity shocks your system, as you let yourself be impaled by his blowing penis. When you detach, trails of fluids like mozzarella from pizza separate are hanging from your crotches, which then break and soil his thigh. You slump onto the vacant seat, panting heavily. Dave is exhausted as well, and his head is tilted back, but with his eyelids closed. He almost seems suffering.

-W...Why...-.

You attempt to answer. Only that, you don't know what to say. It's like you're waking up from a dream who is fading away in the light of the morning. But you're not in your bed. You're in your ex's car, in front of Sarah's home, and you just had sex with your him.

What have you... done?

You spin around to look away from him. You feel dirty, like covered with mud.

-Oh... Jennifer... Jennifer... what have I done...-.

You need to get out of her. But you can't get out, not in this situation, plus where would you go, inside Dave? No, this is the last thing you want to do. Then, you must exit this car and drive away, far from here, you don't know where, to who.

Your delirious mind is scooping for candidates. Katie. You want to talk to Katie. How much by car? Two hours?

Your father. You want to see your father, but he's away now. He left this morning. Then who? Not Linda. Your mother maybe. Your mother and your sister. You can talk to Jennifer using them.

Or an extraneous. Or Tina. Kim, Mom, or even Dad. Out of this situation, away from all of this.

Or... maybe not? What is this sensation that you're feeling at the thought of leaving? It's like you don't want to, like you're developing a sense of belonging to Jennifer's identity. In the span of a morning, you made her pose naked, you made her jerk off in her car, and then you made her fuck her ex-boyfriend. You have completely upended her life. So, perhaps this is not her life anymore, perhaps this is yours. And if it's not the life, this mess surely is, and at least you have to find your own way out. Right?