Jenna Ortega

He can’t believe it, there in front of him is Jenna Ortega, he blinks looks around and not seeing anyone he approaches her. She is squatting to have a look at her wheel. He does notice her green thong and smirks to himself. He stays far enough away to not look creepy and casually walks past the car. She had looked up and called out to him. “Excuse me, sir can you please help?” He looked over and smiled as he nodded.

“Sure, what seems to be the problem?” He asked her and she sighed pointing to her wheel.

“This thing needs replacing, I have the spare but I can’t sort it out, could you help me out or at least give me the number of a mechanic?”

Sam nods and goes to get the spare whilst getting it he writes in the book

No one from outside the UK ever bothers to learn the law on thongs,

i) When they find out it’s too late to beg forgiveness.

Jenna Ortega has a secret fantasy for a white man to legally claim her as their own.

Jenna Ortega will take Sam Gibbons back to her hotel and offer anything in return for helping her.

The more time Jenna Ortega spends with Sam Gibbons the more she thinks of submitting to him.

He picks up the spare and takes it back to Jenna, he catches her looking at his bulge and smirks. “Right let’s get this bloody thing off of here, then this bugger can go on.” He said and he spots the hint of a smile on her face as he speaks.

It took a short while but he did it and she asked him to join her as well as to point out buildings, places and just anywhere that might help her out for inspiration for the script. He knew the hotel she was staying in and even some short cuts and “scenic routes” that had spots he thinks she might like. A few hours later they were in her hotel room, they were laid across her bed looking at her laptop write part of a script for the up coming season of her show. “Well what if you put this instead,” Sam told her and typed away, she grinned and after a while they were calling it quits and she had to go to the bathroom, he quickly typed in the government website and brought up the Thong Law. He heard her finish and quickly got up and waited for her to leave before diving in himself. As he was washing his hands he called for her to check the website he had open on her laptop.

He walked out and saw her mouth agape and a huge blush on her face as well as an angry look. “So I noticed the clothing on that sofa over there” he pointed to said pile of clothing and her blush intensified as she saw the thong on top.

“Oh” she said and calmed down, she obviously now thought he had spotted her choice of underwear and was being polite and letting her read the actual law for herself. That still didn’t remove the red from her cheeks, in fact her blush got worse as she looked at him and then the screen.

For Sam however he had to hide his smirk. “I hate having to ask this but which one is it? Now as you aren’t from the UK the first part doesn’t apply to you but the second part applies to everyone in the UK, citizens, migrants/Immigrants and all visitors alike.” He watched her gulp before looking at him.

“Well I suppose I could be a…”

What does she choose? How will this affect her life going forward.

1. A Free-Use Slut (leave suggestions in the comments)
2. A Whore (“”)
3. His personal FUS (“”)
4. His personal Whore (“”)

Or

X. Put your suggestions in the comments

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