Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
By contrast, I’m more of a Bridget Bardot lookalike. I have long blonde hair, and delicate features with a ski slope nose, plush pout, and narrow, if determined, chin. My big blue eyes are as wide and clear as the sea, and I have to think that I got my looks from my dad just because they’re so different from my mother. It’s sad, but I believe I’m a walking, talking reminder of him, and that it pains Sally sometimes to see me. When I turn a certain angle, laugh a certain way, or make a certain gesture with my hands, I think I’m unconsciously reminding her of him. I wish it wasn’t so because that guy was a douche. But I can’t control what I look like, or even who I am to some extent, although my mere presence causes Sally pain.
This isn’t to say that my mom has ever been mean to me, or disliked me. Quite the contrary. My mom has been a devoted single mother her whole life, and sacrificed a lot so that I would never want for anything. For example, when I was young, we were dead broke and Sally decided to become a stripper. Again, my mom was gorgeous back in the day, and she had no problem taking off her clothes for men if it meant that I had food to eat. In fact, the schedule of a dancer worked well for us because Sally only had to work a few nights per week. She’d get a babysitter to watch me during those evenings, and the cash was enough so that we had plenty.
But I know my mom didn’t want to strip forever. Who does? I think the job gets old, to be honest. It’s not exactly fun to shimmy and shake while gross men leer at you, your curves literally up for sale because you don’t have a choice. So when the opportunity to work at Tatti presented itself, my mom jumped. She started as a lowly secretary, but it made a huge difference in our lives. No longer did she go out at nights, her sparkly bikini tucked into her bag. Instead, Sally had a nine to five, just like any other parent, and things settled into a predictable pattern. I went to school while she worked, and then when she got home at night, we ate dinner together before I turned to homework. It was idyllic, and my mom enjoyed her job at Tatti. Mr. Purdy was generous too, and he never mistreated my mom or thought that she was less than just because she was a secretary. He was kind and fair, if a somewhat remote figure to me. I hardly ever thought about him.
But now, the ultimate curve ball has struck, and my mom got sick. I’m not going to go over the sad story again, but yes, I turned to Only Fans because it was an escape. It pays me good money, but the site is more than that. The work that I do genuinely is a way for me to release my frustration. I feel trapped and helpless right now in my role as a caretaker for my ailing mother, and even worse, she keeps getting worse no matter what I do. So I’ve thrown myself into my OF site because I feel like I have control over it. I can work hard and make things happen, whereas with my mom’s illness, my actions don’t seem to make a difference. It doesn’t matter how many times I take her to the doctor or help her with her therapy. My mom is nearing the end, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
But it only strengthens my determination to be the best Only Fans creator out there, and these photos need to be uber-sexy and alluring. I’m going to knock the ball out of the park with this set, and the Hawaiian backdrop is going to add the extra oomph. After all, Mr. Purdy doesn’t realize it, but when I heard the company retreat was going to be on the Big Island, I begged and pleaded with my mom to take me along.
“Jenna, you have school,” my mom said, shaking her head. “You can’t take ten days off just because. You’re so close to graduation, anyways. How can you just up and leave?”
“That’s it exactly, Mom!” I wheedled. “I’m so close to graduation that it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m going to pass my classes, and I’m going to get my degree no matter what. We’re so close to the finish line that at this point, ten days isn’t even a blip. Besides, when am I ever going to get the chance to go to Hawaii again? When are we? You’re really sick, Mom, and I know you’re thinking the same thing that I am. I want to spend time with you before it’s too late. This trip is going to be for us.”