The Wild World of Jessica

Hey there! I'm Jessica. No family name. I don't need anyone finding me. But feel free to call me Jess, or Jessie, or any of those shortening names. Of course, I also go by Crystal, Jasmine, Mindy...pretty much anything that pops into my head and could be a girl's name. Sometimes I just don't trust people with my real name. And for no real reason. Just a vibe or something.

Anyway, I started this story to tell the world a little about myself. CHYOA seemed like a good choice since it also means the world will have to make a few of the decisions I face almost daily. Although, that would mean some of this is stuff I've never actually done...oh well! This is more fun. And enlightening. I'd get to read all about how pervs see me and what they want to do with me.

I guess I should tell you a little about myself. Well, I'm probably taller than most of you. Just some inductive reasoning. I usually have to look down to meet someone's gaze. It's especially true for women - since reaching my full height, I don't think I've ever looked anywhere besides down to talk to women - but more than half of the men I meet are around my height or shorter, even when we're both barefoot. And I tend to wear shoes that elevate me further. If we met in person, the first thing you'd probably notice after my height would be that my body's toned. No baby fat and very clear definition in my arms, legs, and abs, but nothing to compromise feminine charms. Well, most of them anyway. My bust and hips shrank with the rest of me, but there are plenty of enhanced bodies that look like mine, or would if those enhancements jiggled more. While I'm no longer big enough for an ass or titty man, I still have a perfect heart-shaped ass and boobs in a teardrop shape that surgeons could only hope to replicate. My hair's black as licorice and reaches down to about my shoulder blades. My eye's are blue like a marble. My nipples are crimson like rubies. I almost never wear makeup or perfume. My skin's sorta tanned. I don't go out of my way for bronze coloring, but just going out and about has given me enough sun to not look sickly. I don't paint my nails or wear acrylic nails, mostly because I chew them when I'm bored. I shave myself hairless below the neck, and far too often for my taste. And no tattoos or piercings. They're so common now I look more unique by not having them. That and I've never bothered to find something I'd like or a professional I'd trust. And I never wear sandals. In fact, it's usually boots. It's not really a fashion or style choice, it's mostly paranoia. I once accidentally stepped on someone's foot while she was wearing sandals and broke her toe. I've feared karmic retribution since, so I've always worn shoes with some sort of top to them, even if it was just on the toes. It's gotten to the point sometimes I forget to take my shoes off before I get into bed, even when I'm alone.

I started rambling again, didn't I? Sorry. Happens sometimes. Back on course. Let's see. Well, that's what I look like. I guess next would be personality and stuff like that, right? Well, I drink. A lot. They're not my only stimulants. I've tried marijuana, molly, and acid a few times. Those dealers are easy enough to find. I've wanted to try meth sex just once, but those guys are a little harder to come by, and the ones I find can't tell me anything about their products. So I stick with my psychedelics and . But mostly . Rum and bourbon have had some sort of power over me since I was 15.

Oh yeah, just so CHYOA doesn't pull this, I'm 21 now. I'll try to streamline these underage parts so CHYOA can rest easy. My first kiss was with a girl. First serious relationship was with a girl. Lost my virginity to a girl. I had my first strip club experience in a club with only female dancers. Probably a good time to mention I'm pretty sure I'm a lesbian. I say "pretty sure" because I've never seen a guy I thought was attractive, but I'll let a guy fuck me. I tried sleeping with a guy once just for curiosity, and boy did I like cock! The heat, the twitching that's nothing like my vibrators, the freedom they grant me. I liked it so much I bought some cocaine just to rub it on the guy's dick. I get to keep my riding pony, he gets frustrated when he can't blow his load, and I get a good laugh at his expense. Super-win in my book. But I wonder what sperm feels like in there.

So, back to description. Sorry. In high school, I got a job in a clothing store and I developed a real talent for selling a suit, shirt, tie, and shoes to match those socks folks come in to get. The discounts were a great perk, too. My once-boss, the guy who owned the store, offered me a partnership when I finished high school and I accepted. But I still work the floor. I like peeking in the changing booths and hitting on the clients too much to give it up. Plus, the profits started taking a hit when I left the floor.

You may have figured out I'm not a very honest person. Or very innocent. And that's totally true. And in more ways than one. I do like sex more than I should. I live out of my office at work, my locker at the 24-hour gym I joined, and an all-night laundromat between the two, but I don't really have a home. Well, I do, but...I don't? I'll just explain it. I live with my Dad, but I don't really head there too often. Usually I sleep in a motel with some hookers, or someone from a casino or bar lets me share their bed. I've blacked out in allies once or twice, but only when I completely overdid my drinking. Actually, I don't really sleep that much. Although, sometimes I just don't want to do stuff for a while and a want to be in a safe place. I head home then to crash and stay in bed for a few days. And sometimes when I feel like sleeping and I'm near home I'll just swing by. I'm glad Dad loves me enough to put up with my infrequent appearances. I don't know how my mother feels. Haven't seen her since I was a kid. From what I remember of her, I'm assuming she's in either a prison, a mental ward, or an urn (she was very freaked out at the thought of being buried). If she's anywhere else, fuck her! She hasn't reached out to me, so I don't want anything to do with her.

Anyway, like I said, my lack of innocence doesn't stop at sexual encounters. I also tend to steal stuff. Not big things. Just wallets and loose cash mostly. The thought enters my head, and before I can convince myself not to, I've plucked it. Purses, pockets, it's all the same. Just something for a little extra money. I'm not perfect, of course. And that's more down this road. Remember I mentioned my body is toned? Well, that started up when I studied Krav Maga to be safe in life. And I'm really good at it. I haven't killed anyone. I think. But I know for sure I have hurt plenty of people and put a few in the hospital. Just trust me, they deserved it. Survival of the fittest, right?

If you're wondering why I'm not in prison, let's just say it's a good thing I figured out how awesome cocks are. Plus, most of it was either ruled justified or misdemeanor. And some of them I was able to argue entrapment. That's not to say I haven't done some nights in holding. The police have to do something about public drunkenness, theft, indecent exposure, prostitution, sexual , and other stuff. Oh yeah, I should cover those last three. For the indecent exposure: I don't own a pool, but I love skinny dipping; I don't have a large acreage of land, but I love streaking; and I think most of life's problems can be solved with flashing. And honestly, I don't think I have anything to be modest about. People hit on me enough. Prostitution, well, sometimes I'm tired and I can't get a bed otherwise. Other times a strip club gets raided and I'm caught fucking a dancer. And other times a strip club gets raided on amateur night and I'm caught fucking a patron. It's fun, too. Not to mention plenty of the clients let their guards down. And for sexual , I swear I don't . I flip up skirts. And pull down pants. And rip off tops. And untie bikinis. I like to see people naked! And I like to grope boobs. And butts. And genitals. But it stops at rubbing when I'm helping myself! I only have sex when there's consent. Unless I'm with a client. Hey, if the payment was for the whole night, I'm just giving them their money's worth!

So, that's me, Jessica. I know I glossed over plenty, but I seriously doubt anyone here cares about my Bachelor's in Psychology which I'm hoping to turn into a PsyD in Social Psychology, my exceptional mathematical skills, my status as a Class A chess player, and all that intellectual stuff that occupies my down time. Although, you'd probably enjoy hearing that I'm still in college and an avid gambler specializing in pool, card games, and of course chess, which link to all of those previous traits. But the non-pornographic reading material and idols certainly don't make that cut. You folks don't want to date me, never mind marry me, only fuck me. Besides that stuff, I covered everything. I think. Now that you know who I am, the journey into my world can be begin.