Jerri’s angry sister

Jerry stepped out of the chamber and immediately bumped into his sister, who was busy trying to log into the salon’s system.

Looking up, Jenna saw a woman standing there, looking unbelievably sexy, with a confused look on her face. Before she could turn back to the computer screen, the woman spoke.

“Jenna,” she said in a somewhat familiar voice.

Looking closely at the woman before her, it took several minutes before she realized she was looking at her own brother.

“What the fuck Jerry? I asked you to hold my appointment, not take it!”

“It’s not like that,” Jerry said. “I did what you asked and then this happened!”

“It took me so long to book this appointment and you had to go and pull something like this?” Jenna was fuming at this point.

“Look I just want to go home,” Jerry said.

“Sure,” Jenna stated. “Where are your keys?”

“They’re in my pants pocket,” he said, panicked, as he reached toward his hip.

Jenna started laughing. “There aren’t any pockets in that outfit! And if they were in your pants, they’re gone. Everything you were wearing was destroyed and thrown away.”

“Then you’ll take me home?”

“Oh no,” Jenna stated. “I spent a lot of money on this makeover ‘sister’ and I’m gonna enjoy it.”