Introduces himself

"I'm John," he repeated "I've never seen you around here before. Do you come here often?"

Jessica shook her head, her long, golden hair swaying with the motion. "No, not really. I just come here to get away from my mom sometimes. She's a bit of a control freak," she said, rolling her eyes.

John nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I get that. My parents are the same way," he said, taking another drag of the joint.

Jessica's eyes were drawn to the smoke once again, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Jessica's eyes sparkled with amusement as she laughed a sound that sent a shiver down John's spine. "Yeah, I know what you mean," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Parents can be so clueless sometimes." She took another drag of the joint, her eyes never leaving John's face as she exhaled slowly, the smoke curling up into the air the tension palatable.

John's gaze was drawn to her lips once again, his mind racing with the possibilities as he imagined what it would be like to feel them on his cock.

“So what did you do to upset your parents?”Jessica's eyes narrowed as she looked at John. "What is it that you do?" she asked, her voice curious.

John hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "I work in the adult entertainment industry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jessica's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't say anything for a moment. "Oh," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's... interesting."

John's eyes met hers, his gaze steady. "It's not for everyone," he said.

John's gaze lingered on Jessica's reaction, his eyes probing for any sign of judgment or disgust. But instead, he saw a flicker of curiosity, a spark of intrigue that he knew he could fan into a flame. "My parents love the money I bring in, but they're not too thrilled about what I do to earn it," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "They're hypocrites, really. They take the benefits but pretend to be outraged by the means."

Jessica's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "How much do you make?" she asked, her eyes locked on John's face, her gaze probing for any sign of hesitation or dishonesty.

John's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement as he took another drag of the joint. "Let's just say I'm comfortable," he said, his voice low and mysterious, his eyes never leaving Jessica's face.

Jessica's eyes narrowed, her brow furrowing in concentration as she tried to gauge John's income.

"Come on, you can tell me," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she leaned in closer, her face inches from John's the weed effecting her demeanor.