I pause for another moment, trying to phrase my words in a way that will make sense to an obviously distraught young woman.
“What I mean is that right now, as a high school student, it may not seem like there are many opportunities. Yes, the best job you could get is probably at Burger King or Starbucks. But there will be other options as you mature and as you get older. They will present themselves, I promise, and there’s no need for you to do Only Fans right now. I’ll cover any expenses that your mom needs. I’ll even pay you a salary to stay off of Only Fans if you want.”
Jenna gets angry with me then.
“You have no idea!” she says through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing as she stares at me. “You think you can buy anyone, don’t you Mr. Purdy? You think you can buy people, and purchase their allegiance and loyalty. But this is something that I’m doing because I need it to feel whole. I need it to feelalive,and to feel in control. Plus, I’m eighteen now, so I make my own choices!”
With that, Jenna stands abruptly, her curvy form shaking with rage. She’s a vision with her big breasts trembling and her expression murderous, but this isn’t the time to comment. Instead, the young woman grabs her towel before shooting me a dirty look.
“You can’t buy me, Mr. Purdy,” she hisses. “I’m going to do what I want, and if you don’t like it, then that’s your problem!”
Then, she grabs her bag and towel and stalks off, but I have a change of heart. After all, like Jenna said, she’s going to do what she’s going to do, and it’s better to have me help her than some random guy at the resort. It’s better to have me behind that camera, as opposed to some disgusting lifeguard who leers at her assets while visibly drooling. Besides, there’s truth to Jenna’s words. She’s been going through a difficult time, and I haven’t given her enough credit for her strength and resilience. Caring for a sick parent is never easy, and if this is what helps the young woman feel like herself again, then who am I to judge?
“Wait, Jenna,” I call, bolting up from the deck chair. “I’m sorry I said those things. I’ll do it. Just hand me the camera.”
The young woman whirls on me, those damp blonde locks flying in an arc over one shoulder.
“Oh really,” she says sarcastically. “It’s more like you’re going to judge me the entire time for doing something that I enjoy! So what if I like doing Only Fans? What if I takepleasurein my job? You don’t know me, and you don’t know my circumstances. Or rather you do, but you don’tcare.”
“No, Idocare,” I say in a deep tone, taking her bag from her to prevent her departure. “More than you know. And I leapt to conclusions, Jenna, and I’m sorry about that. My knee jerk reaction was that this is a bad thing, and that no one in their right mind should be posting racy photos online. But I see where you’re coming from, and I understand better now. I’ll help you if you want.”
Jenna’s big blue eyes fill with tears again, and my heart squeezes because I’ve said the wrong thing. I keep putting my foot in my mouth and curse myself for being so awkward and insanely inept. Frankly, this entire confrontation has been filled with multiple emotional highs and lows, and I can hardly believe it’s still early morning, the Hawaiian sun only peeking slightly over the horizon.
But fortunately, Jenna doesn’t lose it. She takes a deep breath, sniffles a little, and then dashes her hands against her cheeks, brushing away any tears.
“Thanks,” she mutters, staring at the ground. “I’m glad you’ll help.”
“Okay, just tell me what I have to do,” I say in a low, persuasive tone. “I’m not a professional photographer, but I’m good with an iPhone. Should I use mine or yours? These things are incredible.”
Jenna shakes her head slowly, still staring at the floor, before reaching into her bag for a real camera. It’s black and boxy, with a big flash attached, and I blink.
“Wow, that looks serious.”
She flashes me another disgusted look.
“Because Iamserious about my job. We take things seriously, and treat this like any other position. There’s money to be made, new fans to attract, and old subscribers who need new content, and it’s my responsibility to deliver.”
Newfound respect surges in my chest for this gorgeous girl because it’s clear that Jenna’s no pushover. This woman is a fighter, and my previous words were correct. I haven’t given her enough credit for shouldering through a difficult time, and my resolve to help solidifies now.
“Just let me know what I have to do,” I say in a low tone. “I’m at your service, sweetheart.”
She nods, her expression mollified. But then, the unexpected happens. Or rather, I should be expecting it, but somehow, this young, innocent woman always takes me by surprise because she’s sassy, feisty, and a spitfire which keeps me on my toes. One moment, Jenna’s still before me, poised and luscious like Venus de Milo. But in the next, she’s clambered onto a deck chair again before assuming a sexy pose. Jenna gets on her knees, leaning back a bit while making sizzling eye contact. My cock jerks in my swim trunks, the male animal inside beginning to growl.
Then, with a coy smile, she lifts her index finger to her plush pout, placing it just against her bottom lip in a suggestive manner. Those big breasts tremble invitingly, the peaks poking against the fabric, with her thong barely hiding the shadowy vee between her thighs. The pink and orange rays of dawn fan out behind the golden goddess, limning her figure in a radiant glow.
“How does this look?” my beautiful ward asks, still staring directly at me, the heat between us sizzling. “Do you think this will translate well to film?”
I raise the camera to my eye, my cock jerking hard in my swim trunks again. Damn, I just came a little too, pre-cum coating my thighs as I begin to snap away. After all, this woman is sexy, feisty, and knows how to drive me wild … and now, the fun has finally begun.
4
Jenna
Oh my god, I can hardly believe this is happening because I’m notthat girl. In my real life, I’m shy and much more of a wallflower. Sure, I have the sexy figure of a vixen with Double D breasts, a narrow waist, and long legs, but like most girls who work in the industry, I don’t act sexy on a day-to-day basis. When I’m Jenna May, high school student, I’m just a normal person. I dress like any other student, too, in jeans, a t-shirt, and cute sneakers, and do what other high school girls do, including gossiping about celebrities, giggling about our hot math teacher, and wondering what comes next in life once graduation rolls around. There’s no hint that in my private time, I put up pictures and videos of myself that would probably get me expelled.
But life throws you curve balls, and in my case, there have been more than a few curve balls lately. For one, my mom got really sick, which has been the biggest shocker of all. But even beforethat, our lives weren’t exactly conventional. My mom and dad were never married, and when that guy found out my mom was expecting me, he beat feet. Even crazier, Sally’s never told me his name. She said he was just some loser that she hooked up with, and then they conceived the miracle that was me after a one-night stand. I think she’s fibbing a bit though, and that my dad was more than some random chump. I think he broke Sally’s heart with his actions, and that I’m a reminder of him, for better or worse.
After all, Sally and I look nothing alike. When my mom was healthy, she was gorgeous, but more in a Mediterranean style. She had thick, curly dark hair, and flashing black eyes. Her nose is long and hooked, but in a way that’s distinctively attractive, and works well with her features. It’s very Sophia Loren mixed in with some Monica Bellucci, promising of Tuscan skies and spicy times in bed.
