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The exotic Velvet.

Chapter seven: Party Girl.

The cool morning breeze touches Jazz’s face as she and Nicole sat down at their favorite café to enjoy a post-coitus breakfast, neither of them had gone past touching and licking each other’s genital in the following encounters at the motel. There was a certain relaxation in being with a woman yet spending time with a man left Jazz feeling much more satisfied. She couldn’t help but wonder if there was any future in this kind of relationship, sure enough, cared deeply for Nicole but couldn’t see their relationship becoming romantic.

Then there was Barbie, their tomboyish friend who most likely would have an issue just like her parents and a younger brother who had no idea of her working at their uncle’s strip club or her making some cash on the side by sleeping around. Nicole constantly visited Jazz at the club and watched her dance never getting bore with her erotic movements. The idea of climbing up the stage to dance alongside the redhead crossed her head several times but she knew that with her looks and extreme stage fright it was an impossible dream.

There was a time in which both girls didn’t care any less for fashion trends and hardly used makeup, recently Nicole took an interest thanks to Jazz who started to wear more enticing clothes and makeup mostly due to the nature of her job. Though, unlike the redhead who took a great liking for tight pants or very short skirts, fashionable tank tops, and open back blouses, Nicole wore a more casual set which consisted of a one-piece dress in various colors with stiletto high heels similar to her friend which were torture on her feet.

The real change was underneath the dress, it took a great deal of mental preparation for her to buy a full set of lingerie and an equal amount of time to get used to the thongs and G-strings which Jazz praised her for.

“I can’t believe you walk around in these things all the time.”- Nicole complained referring to the high heels.

“Yeah, it takes some getting used to.”- Jazz replied though she referred to the thong Nicole was wearing.

The nerdy girl took notice of the heavy bags underneath Jazz’s eyes making her feel guilty for stealing her much-needed sleep. The two of them normally spend a few hours at the motel, though by now she had grown used to the redhead’s fragrance and the smell of sex. It had reached the point in which Nicole could easily tell if Jazz slept with someone before meeting up with her and this made her feel most uncomfortable, just thinking that a man had the redhead before her, was rather unsettling.

Nicole knew her best friend and, in a way, a part-time lover wasn’t homosexual; their relationship wasn’t an exclusive one either as she was aware that Jazz slept with other men though was sure there were no women on that list. Despite the redhead not being a lesbian, she still made the time and effort to please her in bed, even after a long night of entertaining horny drunk men, she still took a couple of hours off just for her which made Nicole think there might be a hint of romance somewhere.

The nerd heard rumors from the female bartender which she had to befriend given her many visits to the club who assured her some of the strippers and waitresses were whoring themselves to the customers, though Jazz told her that her boss Vlad Masters didn’t allow such activities. But conveniently forget to mention that Vlad also mentioned that whatever they did outside the club had nothing to do with him or his establishment, essentially meaning they could pick up a John and go elsewhere.

It wouldn’t be too strange to see one or two girls making an extra dollar once in a while, far too many men spent all of their paychecks for just a few minutes with a gorgeous woman who outside the club would never look at them.

“Tell me Jazz… have you… you know… fuck someone for money?”- Nicole whispered despite it being a slow hour and the nearest patron was ordering his meal at the counter clearly away from earshot.

Jazz looked at her with a somewhat puzzled look, she knew to expect this kind of questioning sooner or later given the nature of their relationship and that of her employment. There hadn’t been any secrets between them since first meeting at Casper Elementary.

“A few times…”- the redhead replied lowering her head in utter shame.

It was the hardest confession she had ever made in her entire life; Jazz was sure her best friend was completely disappointed, who in their right mind would befriend a mere whore like her? Appetite quickly left her but soon felt a soft and slender finger lifting her chin.

“Say ahh”- Nicole instructed as she gently shoves a piece of waffle she took from her own plate. “I will never think less of you. I know how much you want to be a psychiatrist, it’s a shame I can’t help you financially but once we both graduate, I’m making us official.” Nicole winked.

Despite her gentle smile and soft voice, Nicole’s heart was beating so fast it could break out of her chest, added to that was the murderous feeling towards all the men who dare to touch and soiled a beautiful angel such as Jazz. The redhead on the other hand felt a huge weight being lifted off her shoulders, her job was a complete secret to family and friends but her side job was buried even deeper. Slowly it was carving into her soul. But upon hearing Nicole was still with her brought about a few joyful tears, her missing appetite suddenly return.

(XXXXXX)

The blazing sun was casting up the traffic jam where Jazz’s car was trapped in the middle, her day at college had been dull which made her fall asleep a couple of times during the lesson though unlike at Casper High where she would have been scolded, her teacher hardly cared.

“So, what’s it like being with a guy?”- Nicole casually asked.

The redhead turned over to her best friend who commented about never being or having the intention of sleeping with a man but was still curious though in reality was morbidly curious of what Jazz was into and why.

“Nicole…I rather not…”- Jazz was interrupted by an “I insist” from Nicole.

The redhead knew her best friend was being jealous which made her worried though there was a strange perversion in talking about her sex life with someone with whom she also shared a bed constantly.

“Well, most guys don’t last more than twenty minutes at best though there’s this one dude I’ve fuck with for almost four straight hours”- Jazz remark as she recalled her nights with Tristan.

“Ah, is that why you’re constantly falling asleep at class?”- Nicole asked though she didn’t intend to sound accusing, yet her voice didn’t match.

“That and the fact I’m working almost all weeknights.”- Jazz retorted failing to hear the unimplied accusation. “I normally pick up a guy on either Friday or Saturday otherwise I wouldn’t be able to go to school.”- she added with a smirk.

Nicole’s vagina began to get wet as she heard Jazz casually talking about having Doggystyle sex just the night before she did it with her. The nerd could vividly imagine her redhead lover mating like a mere dog on a cheap motel bed. She found it disgusting and somehow extremely exciting, just picturing Jazz showing her erotic face while being plow by a random man, surely, the redhead wouldn’t settle with some greasy old fart but a handsome young man. Nicole felt a sudden jolt of anxiety knowing that she would have to go through great lengths in order to satisfy her would-be lover in bed mainly due to her not being fully equipped in that department. The lack of a penis meant that she had to work extra hard.

“Last week one of my regulars, Sidney, tried something he saw in a porno. He put his hand under my knees going over my head but the kid is like 5’4 and build like a twig, he couldn’t hump me more than once before falling on the ground, it’s a shame because we couldn’t finish.”- Jazz said in between laughter. “he sprained his ankle.”

Even Nicole found it amusing for someone that size and with that scrawny built trying to lift Jazz who was easily 5’9 and obviously much heavier given her natural assets. The nerdy girl knew Jazz’s breasts were heavy as she had held several times but couldn’t dream of ever carrying such lumps around much less to carry Jazz around princess style like she often fantasied about.

“It surprised me that an overly religious guy like him would visit strip clubs and be willing to do more than the missionary position.”- Jazz added as she tunes up the air con.

The more Jazz talk about her sexual encounters, the more Nicole noticed a pattern. Most of her “dates” consisted of skinny men with glasses and wearing simple clothes, Jazz made an emphasis on their freckles and silly haircuts. Nicole came to realized that the men Jazz slept with where basically what teens would consider a “nerd.” A sneer broke at the thought of men such as Sidney only ever seeing a woman like Jazz in their wet dreams or in their anime-style videogames.

She wondered if Jazz had a liking for nerdy and “weak” men or was just giving them something of public service due to the fact such men would never in their wildest dreams have a woman like Jazz but there was a name that came up, Tristan. Nicole didn’t like one bit how Jazz’s expression turns to one of glee by just uttering his name, there was a clear hint of jealously within Nicole which her redhead friend failed to noticed as she told her about their last encounter at the motel.

“So, we still on for Saturday night?”- Nicole asked looking out the window and noticing traffic was starting to move.

“Yeah, don’t worry I spoke with Vlad and got a three-day weekend.”- Jazz commented.

The redhead knew taking such a “vacation” would hurt her wallet but she could afford at least a single weekend off, it was Nicole’s younger brother’s Tylor also know by his rapper nickname “Youngblood” birthday party. Nicole couldn’t stand the idea of staying home with a bunch of snotty thirteen old boys, hearing their lame and silly rap all day long. The invitation had been extended not only to Jazz but also to Barbie though she blew her off quickly.

The redhead felt some pity for her friend who was to stay bore at a kiddy party when they could be doing so much more, it didn’t come as a surprise to see that Nicole was still willing to blindly obey her parents and attended to her much younger brother’s party despite her twentieth birthday coming up. Most college students wouldn’t even turn their heads over to such a party given the clear lack of beer, tobacco, and or drugs but it was surprising to know such parties only happened in movies but took place once in a while.

“You didn’t do any weird sex stuff to get that weekend off, right?”- Nicole asked fearing Jazz’s boss was taking advantage of her.

“No, I didn’t do anything weird.”- Jazz replied understanding what Nicole was saying.

Nicole made sure to tell her she found it nearly impossible to believe that a man constantly surrounded by beautiful naked women wouldn’t try to sleep with at least one of them, especially if they look half as good as Jazz did.

“No, he hasn’t tried to get in my pants, that would be gross and immoral.”- Jazz casually commented making Nicole raised a sarcastic eyebrow. “He’s my uncle after all.”- she added.

The nerdy girl looked at her friend with the most shock and disgusted expression she had ever made in her life, to know Jazz was working as a stripper was one thing but working at her uncle’s club was even more shocking than finding out she was turning tricks on the side.

(XXXXX)

Saturday evening came about and Jazz parked her convertible in front of Nicole’s front yard already dreading the upcoming chaos, it was only after she exits her car that Jazz began regretting her choice of attire. Black stiletto high heels, a loose miniskirt, and a V-shape blouse with no shoulders. There was some rap music playing but not too loud, though she was expecting to see an ocean of brats running around screaming, oddly enough there weren’t any kids at all. Before even getting the chance to ring the doorbell, Nicole opens the door and greeted her with a long smile.

“Come on in hon.”- The nerdy girl said while gently pulling her in.

“Hey… I was expecting pandemonium”- Jazz jokingly said as she entered the house.

The dinner table was pack with several soda bottles and pizza, there were party decorations and colorful balloons scattered across the living room but not a single teenager in view beyond a handful of middle-aged people and some toddlers. The birthday boy was sitting on the single couch with a dreadful expression trying to watch a music video on the living room television, Jazz was never truly interested in kids beyond thinking they were cute but admittedly thought Tyler was cute with his short blonde hair and blue eyes.

“Tylor and his friends went out to Lake Eerie for a swim yesterday right after school, turns out he’s the only one that didn’t catch the flu.”- Nicole informed trying to pass it off as casual.

Nicole’s younger brother and his friend all made the “brilliant” decision of walking back home late at night wearing their dripping wet street clothes. Naturally, all of them with the exception of Tylor got sick and could not attend the party as was initially planned. It was true Nicole and some random party-goers that the redhead learned Tyler and Nicole’s parents weren’t present, the father was out on a business trip while the mother was busy at some PTA meeting and wouldn’t be back until the following day.

“What kind of meeting takes all night?”- Jazz asked genuinely wondering about it as she couldn’t recall any moment in which her parents had to stay overnight.

“The kind of meeting that takes place in a motel.”- Nicole retorted.

The nerdy girl explained in brief and very discreet details about her parents having developed a very unusual arrangement once she entered college, her mother would come home very late at night often wearing different clothes from the one she walks out with but it was during Nicole’s father business trips that the woman would stay at a hotel. Jazz didn’t need more explanation to understand what kind of deal her best friend’s parents had going on, it was strange but not unheard of. The party as expected was boring, to say the least, even Jazz would have preferred to have a bunch of teenagers running around and screaming than to hear a too-boring conversation from elderly women who constantly challenge her outfit.

“You’ll never get married if you dress like that”- was the most common phrase spoken by elderly women.

Out of respect for Nicole and her brother was that Jazz plastered her best smile and remain at the “party” even though she wanted to walk out the door while cursing at everyone, probably even smacking a few old ladies on her way out. Though Youngblood didn’t stay too long and headed over to his bedroom to play videogames as the party was a failure without his friends and parents, neither Jazz nor his sister Nicole could blame him for ditching the crowd in favor of his more exciting videogames.

Much to Jazz’s delight most of the guests were gone by five o’clock which granted her a small window of opportunity to escape though cease her idea once she saw Nicole saying farewell to an elderly couple who were handing over a gift which made her recalled not giving Tylor his birthday gift. Jazz didn’t know much about what a boy his age would like and so having heard from Nicole about his fondness for pirates and videogames got him a pirate theme videogame that she was hoping the boy didn’t already own.

“Happy birthday.”- Jazz exclaimed after knocking a couple of times on his door and naturally waited for him to open.

The last thing she wanted was to catch him jerking off which would make things especially awkward since the boy had a hard time looking at her general direction during the whole party. His bedroom was as expected, filled with superhero posters, comics, and other teenager articles.

“Thanks…”- the boy whispered trying not to look at Jazz’s massive breasts.

“Everyone leaving… how about we use that karaoke thingy I saw in your living room”- Jazz winked in a playful manner while putting her arm over Tyler’s shoulder.

Youngblood’s eyes open wide as he quietly agrees with her. With Tyler’s parents absent, his father being out on a business trip, and his mother at an “important PTA meeting” that she couldn’t skip out on, allowed them to have a more adult party with a couple of beers though the boy settled with soda as Jazz didn’t permit him to drink. Much to Nicole and her younger brother’s amusement, Jazz’s singing voice didn’t match with her seductive voice and made her miss several tunes. By the end of her first song, Jazz was red as her long hair.

Despite her erotic body, beautiful face, and seductive voice, Jazz had zero singing talent. She did her best not to curse, accustomed to having most things come naturally to her, from dancing to school. Even seducing men seemed like child play for her but couldn’t get a single note right.

“Come on Jazz. Show him where your real artistic talents are.”- Nicole said as she clears the coffee table.

“No, that’s not…” Jazz was interrupted as Nicole started to pull her on the coffee table.

The redhead sighs as she begins slowly moving her hips to the rhythms of hip-hop music that neither herself, Nicole, or her brother were very fond of but was the only music Jazz really knew how to dance to. Youngblood’s eyes open wide as the redhead sway her hips while her large breasts bounced up and down, side to side. Jazz’s sexy movements made the only male spectator unusually nervous but it was the naughty look that she sends him that made the boy gulp down. She teased him by pulling her blouse up showing him part of her breasts but never really taking it off which she had to constantly reminded herself no to. Tyler could feel a strange void in his belly and lump under his throat, he could feel his little boyhood becoming harder while looking at Jazz.

Never before had he seen a woman as beautiful as Jazz Fenton, not even in his rap videos which he was so fond of and almost instantly developed a crush on her yet was rather bother that Nicole had most of her attention. The redhead suddenly turned over to him and winked making him skipped a beat. The boy’s eyes open in expectation upon seeing Jazz pulling her skirt up only ever giving him a peek of her buttocks, it was then encouraged by the beer that she walked down and pull the boy from the couch pressing her body unto his and even rubbing her large bubble butt unto his crotch not caring that he was sporting a hard-on.

(XXXXX)

“I can’t believe you gave my little bro a lap dance.”- Nicole said as she finished her beer.

The redhead still couldn’t believe to have danced for Tyler and was wondering if she freaked him out or something, clearly, the boy was too naïve and innocent to understand what was happening. Jazz did share some of her guilt with Nicole who encouraged such behavior. Not even Jazz could understand why she was treating Tyler as a costumer from the club, serving him sodas and gluing her body unto his on the couch while touching his leg, worst yet, brushing her fingers unto his crotch making Nicole laugh when her brother jolted.

“Time for you to go to bed”- Jazz recalled saying to Tyler upon noticing a small tent forming in his pants.

Jazz realized, she took things too far and needed to put a stop to it before Nicole in her semi-drunken state tried to make out with her in front of her younger brother just for the kicks of it which could have ended badly. It was then that Jazz laid on her stomach while Nicole spread her buttocks licking her lips in anticipation for the treat she was about to enjoy. The nerdy girl stuck her tongue out and gave a long slow lick to the redhead’s asshole. Jazz never let others touch her in that particular hole and even turned down generous amounts of money for it. But allowed Nicole to have her fun with every now and again as they were more than a random one-night stand.

“This is delicious.”- Nicole declared with fascination in her voice.

“That’s a high quality you won’t find anywhere.”- Jazz added with some friendly sarcasm.

Nicole loves everything about Jasmine’s perfect body, the round butt which she dreams to make her pillow every night, the long and thick legs that wrapped around her waist when making out, her large breasts which she sucked on hopeful to have milk. But above all enjoyed her time with the redhead as she made her feel unique. Nicole knew she would have to go through great lengths to convert Jazz into a lesbian but at least half the job was done since she was willing to have sex with her.

Nicole shoved her tongue as deep as she could into Jazz’s anus savoring every crease while her hands held tightly to her round butt. Nicole spread her legs as far as she could as Jazz shoved her fingers inside of her while licking her. The woman arched her back while biting down on her finger as she reached an orgasm sending her to paradise. The two women hugged and kissed while playing with each other’s genitals, Nicole muffled her moans as best as she could while Jazz ate her out. The redhead wasn’t all too fond for vaginas like her close friend but knew how to work it.

“I can’t hold it!”- Nicole yelled out as her love liquids gushed out.

Jazz’s face was left covered in a translucid liquid while panting for air, soon she laid on the bed ready for her turn, and yet Nicole didn’t move at all. It was then that Jazz discovered much to her annoyance that she had fallen asleep after climaxing.

“No biggie, I’ll get my turn next time.”- the redhead said while wrapping her arms around the girl.

(XXXXX)
Youngblood was pacing around his bedroom naked when he suddenly turned over to his bedroom door upon swearing to have heard his sister yelling about not being able to hold something but dismissed it once he saw it almost one in the morning. The boy was more than sure that Jazz was going to sleep with him, he was no fool and could see all the signs that were thrown at him such as Jazz dancing very close to him, letting him touch her butt, the most important sign was when she brushed her fingers on his crotch and send off to bed.

“She obviously wants me; I wonder if she’s really into me.” – the boy asked himself teasing at the idea of having his first-ever girlfriend.

The boy looked down at his penis and saw it hard as a rock but no signs of his tune-deaf crush anywhere. It had been little more than an hour and wondered if she got cold feet, Tyler then put on his underwear before peeking out the door. Youngblood was sure that Jazz was simply waiting for Nicole to fall asleep before coming to his room but saw the corridor was completely dark, so was the living room at the end of the hall, the redhead didn’t seem the kind to pull such a cruel prank on him.

It was then that he noticed the lights in Nicole’s bedroom were still on which made his feet move almost as if they had a mind of their own while using the flashlight in his phone to avoid hitting something on the way. The idea of making love with Jazz crossed his head allowing him to put his hands on the doorknob. Upon opening the door, his heart nearly stopped upon hearing the clanking sound of beer cans being hit by the door rolling away on the floor, his eyes fell over a pink thong on the floor just a few feet away from him.

His jaw nearly fell off his face upon seeing the bedsheets thrown on the floor along with the girl’s clothing, both his older sister and Jazz were laying down on the bed hugging each other tightly completely naked. The redhead rested on her side exposing her plump round butt to him while Nicole was pressed between the wall and her redhead lover, the boy pulled out his phone and snapped a picture from outside the door almost driven by instinct. It would clearly be his new desktop image. Youngblood gulps down as he laid eyes over the redhead’s beautiful body burning every inch of it inside his mind. Her long legs and strong back, more important her bubble butt.

“Quite now”- Youngblood muttered to himself.

The boy began crawling towards the bed trying to be as stealthy as humanly possible, despite Nicole’s efforts to keep her preference for women a secret, everyone in her family already knew but never mentioned it, yet Youngblood couldn’t help but laugh at the thought that he too like the same kind of women his older sister did. It was then that he noticed a small liquor bottle over the nightstand by the bed among some empty beer cans that amount to half a dozen. Neither of the girls was heavy drinkers, therefore, only half a bottle of vodka was more than enough to knock them out cold.

Youngblood places his face mere inches away from Jazz’s ass, his eyes open wide as he “studied” her round butt which made him hard as a stone, the fragrance coming from it was indescribable. The boy couldn’t help but feel extreme jealousy that Nicole had her way with the redhead. He felt that Jazz was wasting her time by dating his older sister as he clearly was better suited for her or at least that was what he was led to believe during their brief interaction. Youngblood never had any issues with his sister being a lesbian but now felt different.

Youngblood desperately wanted to touch her but didn’t dare to, instead aim his phone and snaps a picture cursing the shutter effect which he forgot to turn off but seeing that Jazz didn’t react allowed him to take a couple more pictures while licking his lips. For a moment, Youngblood could swear his penis was about to rip through his boxer as he never felt so hard before not even when watching his first porno, such excitement was unheard of and to some degree was painful.

“Jazz, wake up…”- Youngblood whispered as finally gathered the courage to touch her using only the tip of his fingers.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Jazz spoke, making him jump.

Youngblood pulled his hand back in a flash, trembling: “Uh. . . it isn’t what it looks like!”

“Your hand was a few inches away from my pussy, and you thought I was passed out.” Jazz stated but didn’t feel the anger she expected. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking, but couldn’t be sure.

“I’m... I’m sorry, I was just trying to wake you up, I was just curious. You’re the first naked woman I’ve ever seen… outside the internet, at least.”

“Still not an excuse.” Without uttering a single word, Jazz pulled Youngblood out of the room and into the living room. “I hope you can come up with a very good reason why I shouldn’t tell your parents.”

Youngblood froze, scrambling to think of something. “I’m sorry, but you’re so pretty. I wanted to know what it was like.”

“And it never occurred to you to ask?” - She ignored the voice in her head saying how wrong this was.

Youngblood nodded frantically. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He prayed she didn’t see his rock-hard cock.

“Relax, I’m not that angry but it does piss me off that you had that kind of rapey attitude.”- Jazz retorted while crossing her arms. It was then that she noticed how the boy was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from her, Jazz instantly realized that she was still naked. All the many nights working at the club destroyed all sense of modesty.

“I really thought you wanted to have sex with me…” the boy whimpered. “You were touching me and letting me touch you back.”- Youngblood added as his eyes watered up.

He couldn’t believe how foolish he was for misinterpreting the whole situation, Jazz wasn’t into him nor willing to sleep with him but merely being kind and courteous only because it was his birthday and nothing more than that. Jazz let out a long-exasperated sigh as she was sure to have brought this upon herself, being overly touchy and even seductive with a kid that just entered puberty was like lighting up a match for a firework show.

“Girls aren’t playthings, you got to treat them with respect and always, and I mean always, ask for permission.”- the redhead explained.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again” Youngblood repeated while sniffling.

“I certainly hope not, but you can look all you like.” Jazz replied as she sat down. “But if you want to touch a girl, you need to ask.”

Youngblood’s head tilted up wondering if he should take the risk, she didn’t seem to mind sitting naked next to him but then of course could be reading too much into things again, the girl clearly didn’t see him as a man if she didn’t bother in covering up.

“Can I touch you?” Youngblood dared to ask expecting a hard no.

“Fine but let’s go to your room first,”- Jazz spoke clearly, still coherent enough not to do anything in the living room.

Youngblood couldn’t help but to glue his eyes over the redhead’s bubble butt as she marched towards his bedroom, the way her hips naturally sway side to side was almost hypnotizing and alluring it seems like a dream.

The instant his door shut; Youngblood stared at her breasts with eager eyes. “Can I...” Jazz nodded as she sat on the bed. His fingers explored her D-cups, erection about to burst from his boxer. She arched her back, allowing him full access to her. He was rough with his touch, but she’d had much worse with the drunk at the club who thought the women there were made out of plastic. Youngblood could think of nothing else but the beauty before him.

“Ever seen a real pussy before?”- Jazz asked drawing in the momentary lust.

It was then that Jazz pressed her back on the bed and spread her legs wide open, Youngblood’s eyes as wide as two large chicken eggs, his mouth opening and closing at the sight before him as his lips became dry.

“It’s amazing”- the boy proclaimed as his fingers touch Jazz’s vaginal fold.

“ok, that’s enough. Get on the bed.”- Jazz instructed.

(XXXXX)

Gently giggling resounded within Youngblood’s room as the bedsheets fell upon to the floor, the bed creak ever so lightly as the redhead rested her breasts over the boy’s belly, her tongue playing with his small phimosis covered penis. The boy looked with marvel eyes as Jazz put her vagina mere inches away from his face while taking all of Youngblood’s modest penis into her mouth fitting all of his boyhood inside with surprising ease.

The boy squirmed at the most unusual yet welcoming sensation that overtook his member sending shivers from his crotch up to his spine. Tyler gave her pussy a couple of licks; the flavor was like nothing he ever tasted before. Salty but sweet at the same time. The allure was so powerful that it was impossible for him to hold his cum down which eventually covered half of Jazz’s face. The woman rolled on her side and gave him a naughty look that made his young heart skipped a beat as her tongue once more begun dancing around his gland.

“Was it everything you thought it would be?”- Jazz saw no reason to wipe his seed off just yet.

“Never imagined it could be that good,” Youngblood laughed in a daze.

Jazz considered going all the way, but even intoxicated knew it was a bad idea. Youngblood was too young and she shuddered to think of what Nicole would say if she discovered them in such a compromising position.

“I promise, you’ll find the perfect girl for you.”- Jazz assured him.

“I already have found the perfect girl,” Youngblood massaged her chest.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, but you’re both too young for me and my best friend’s brother.” Jazz got to her feet, wiping his cum off her face which she licked off her hands. “Hope you enjoyed your introduction.” Her hand wrapped around the doorknob before turning her head around.

“It was like a dream come true.”- the boy replied looking at her with puppy eyes.

Youngblood followed Jazz as she walked towards Nicole’s room, he was still unbelievably excited but his penis was unresponsive as it remained flaccid, it was the first time that he could say to have empty his tank.

“One more thing: if you decide to touch me while I’m passed out again, I won’t be so nice about it a second time.” Jazz threatened before closing the door on his face.

(XXXXXX)

Jazz and Nicole sat at the kitchen table the following morning, the brunet was fighting off a powerful hangover and made the same empty promise to never drink again. Yet noticed that her redhead friend was fresh as a daisy but deep in thought.

“What the hell did I just do?” Jazz asked herself looking at a few waffles. Nicole tried to engage her in conversation, but she didn’t speak more than a few words. “The hell is wrong with me?”

She tried to justify herself by saying it was the beer and did it in the heat of the moment, that she wasn’t in control of her actions but then recalled the many tales of her college peers which made her feel uneasy. Youngblood enjoyed it, yes, but she was the adult. He was a child.

“He enjoyed it; where have I heard that before?” Jazz sneered. Sexual predators used the same justification and she knew there were female predators out there. “What would Nicole think of me if she found out?” There was no way Nicole would ever forgive her for it and most likely call the police out of spite in a heartbeat.

I think my little brother has a crush on you, Jazz.” The nerdy girl said pulling Jazz out of her trance, “I don’t blame him though.”- Nicole winked.

Youngblood suddenly rushed through the kitchen door and unexpectantly kissed his older sister’s cheek before kissing Jazz as well in the cheek but giving him a naughty look that made her wonder if he overheard their brief conversation.

“I think I’m going to go.” Jazz didn’t bother eating the rest of her food, trying to pretend the previous night hadn’t happened. A single word, one slip-up, and her life would be ruined.

For perhaps the first time that semester, Jazz made no effort to study. Her family took note of her changed behavior during the following days, but she told them everything was fine. None of them believed her, Danny most of all, though nobody pushed her on it. How could she tell them she’d given a blowjob to a thirteen-year-old?

“Everything alright, Jazz?”- her younger brother Danny asked.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.”- the redhead replied.

“You sure nobody’s bothering you at the strip club?”- Danny casually continued asking.

Jazz slowly turned and looked at him with half surprised, half angry expression. The girl remained in silence for a few minutes analyzing if her brother was angry or upset, yet what she really cared for was to know if he was disappointed in her.

“Vlad told you?”- she knew there was no point in beating around the bushes.

“Give the man some credit, he knows how to keep his mouth shut.”- Danny retorted. “don’t forget that I’m a detective. How long do you think it took me to put things together?”

“So, you’ve been following me!?”- Jazz demanded to know, terrified he knew about her second secret job.

“Just once and Vlad told me everything after I twisted his arm, besides you really thought I would believe you could afford college books, brand-name clothes, fancy makeup, and a new convertible with a barista salary?”- Danny added.

Jazz sighed loudly before both breaking into laughter, the redhead never really had much money in her life and now was making a decent amount, enough to allow herself to some luxuries and treats once in a while.

“I’m not judging you, just looking out for you.”- Danny said while lifting her chin.

“Thanks, and I had a run-in with Tom at the club a few weeks ago… he… um… punch me… Vlad and his guys took care of it but I saw him at the campus the other day and been bummed out because of it.”- the redhead explained.

Jazz knew it was better to give her brother a half-truth rather than keep on saying everything was fine which would only make him start looking into the matter, eventually finding out all her dirty secrets.

“I’ll give him a courtesy visit.”- Danny said while cracking his knuckles.

“No need, but if something comes up, I’ll tell you.”- Jazz retorted not wanting to bring her ex into her problems despite being a douche but was glad to know she had Danny on her corner.

She refused to leave her room until it was time for her shift at the club. Though the first customers were already arriving, no one recognized her with her clothes on. Jazz paid less attention to who was there than she normally would have. She doubted her secret would stay that way forever, Danny already knew about it.

Jazz was the first girl to arrive. “Maybe I can talk to Nikki. She’ll know what to do.” She’d have to leave a few details out, of course, but the woman had always looked out for her.

Candi marched into the locker room with a confident swag but Jazz ignored her more interested in the faint sounds coming from Vlad’s office which caught her attention. As she approached the office, the noises became louder. Pressing her ear against the door, Jazz recognized Paulina’s voice, moans audible through the mahogany.

“Did you like that, mister V?”- Paulina asked sounding fake. Vlad groaned in response.

“Why am I not surprised?” Jazz scoffed as she creek the door open.

Paulina was already naked but the redhead recalled how the Latina slept with every swinging dick she could get her hands on within the club and outside, so having sex with their boss wasn’t much of a stretch.

“You ready for this?”- Vlad asked as he tossed his shirt to the side.

“Thought you were smarter than that, Uncle Vlad,”- Jazz lowered her head. “Not even God knows what kind of diseases Paulina has inside her.” Jazz thought wanting to barge in to say something but forced herself to hold back.

Paulina on the contrary didn’t hold back her loud moaning, clearly not caring if someone heard her. Jazz could see how Vlad was pumping the Latina without any mercy, she didn’t know that a couch could squeak like the motel bed she was so used to. Little wonder Paulina could get away with anything she wanted. If she slept with Vlad, she wouldn’t even get in trouble for the way she treated some of the other dancers. Jazz couldn’t believe Vlad would lower himself to sleep with someone as disgusting as that.

“How are you any different?” A voice whispered in her head startling her. “You slept with someone within a few days of working here. Multiple guys paid you for sex like a common whore. You even gave a blowjob to someone that’s barely a teenager. You have little room to judge.”- added the voice.

Jazz’s mind flashed back to everything she’d done as a stripper. When she started, she swore never to sink into the lifestyle, that she’d keep a professional distance from everyone. Somewhere along the way, though, she’d turned into Paulina.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Nikki spotted her bad mood immediately.

“I need some advice… I kind of slept with the wrong guy.”- Jazz said pulling Nikki away from Vlad’s office.

(XXXXXXX)

The days went by and Jazz found herself walking down the campus still thinking about Youngblood and what to do to keep his mouth shut, it was then that she was tapped in the shoulder by Tristan. The girl smiled long and wide upon seeing him, the man looked slightly bulkier than before. Jazz and Tristan exchanged some pleasantries while walking down to her classroom, she learned that he had started going to the gym and begun lifting wights but keep the reason a secret as he didn’t want to sound cliché by telling her it was only to impress her.

“I’d stopped going when my sister died and I’ve recently gotten back into it. Can’t be overwhelmed by grief forever.”- Tristan said feeling sadness taking over at the memory of his sister.

Jazz understood that feeling especially during the first days of Danny becoming a police officer, each phone call at night filled her and her family with terror as they wonder if his captain was calling to give them the bad news. Danny often didn’t come home after his shift, almost always due to some last-minute assignment or desperate plea for help, on more than one occasion had stop to help a random citizen in need.

“Well, it’s definitely paying off.”- Jazz ran a finger down his chest. She decided not to mention Alice for fear of ripping open old wounds.

“I was thinking if you’re not working this Wednesday... would you’d like to go on a date with me.”- Tristan averted his eyes, trying not to think of what she did at the club. “There’s this new restaurant I’ve been waiting to try.” The man offered

“Sure, I’d love to go out with you.”- Jazz gave him a brief kiss on the lips, telling herself not to be nervous. “I’ve got the night off, anyway.” She didn’t, but Vlad wouldn’t say anything. Hell, he’d probably be happier not having her work there. “Do I need to dress for the occasion or...”

“However, you like. You’ll look beautiful either way.” Tristan wrapped her hands in his. “Shall we say seven?”

“Can’t wait.” Jazz barely paid attention to her classes, preoccupied with thoughts of Tristan.

It was later that evening that Tristan on his way towards Amity Park university’s parking lot that he gazed over a magazine overviewing the recommendations for the perfect date, never had he thought to find himself reading such material in past, often considering them no more than a waste of time, but made some interesting points in reference to clothes and locations, and of course, of how to present himself to his girlfriend’s family. Tristan didn’t want to come out as quirky or odd fellow but as someone trustworthy and confident, the kind of man a father would want dating his daughter, first impressions were always the most important.

According to Jazz her family was very warm and welcoming especially due to their strange obsession with the paranormal and the occult which made Tristan slightly worried that he might be subjected to some bizarre spiritual cleansing, his main concern was not mister and misses Fenton, but young Danny or rather, rookie detective Daniel Fenton. From what he understood, the man was overly protective of his older sister, yet made Tristan wonder if Daniel was aware that Jazz is working as a stripper, surely, he wouldn’t approve, then again Tristan wondered if there was the off-chance that the detective was crooked and made a deal with the club owner to keep Jazz save for whatever reason she had to be working there.

“Maybe she an undercover.” Tristan amused himself with the thought of Jazz doing undercover police or journalism work.

The man raised an eyebrow as he approached his car as there was a slim, somewhat quirky individual leaning against his car, despite not having a fancy vehicle Tristan now understood why the football and other jocks always got aggressive when someone was leaning or sitting on their cars, as he approached was almost sure to have seen this man previously but couldn’t place him anywhere, brown hair with a meek attitude. Tristan kindly asked the stranger if he needed something as he didn’t feel like starting an argument over something so petty like leaning on his car, the guy was most likely just rude or ignorant.

“Name’s Tom and I just wanted to do this.”- Tom said as he put out his phone. “You know, these fancy new phones are so scary, all you gotta do is place them near another and you trade contact info in a second.” The man said before walking past Tristan.

“What the hell? Are you some kind of a pervert? You hitting on me?”- Tristan asked quite offended by Tom’s action, yet his attention was drawn to the device as he received several messages.

Tristan’s eyes opened wide as he saw a series of pictures taken from what seemed to be a bush where Jazz dressed in her skimpy stripper outfit was walking holding a strange man’s arm, his heart sunk upon realizing it was a motel just a few kilometers away from the strip club, a hollow formed in the pit of his stomach as Jazz and the man made their way into the room.

“Enjoy the show…” Tom said with a crooked smile.

To be continued.
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