Jenny tiredly shuts the door of her tiny apartment behind her, then leans back against the door as she starts undoing the buttons of her nurse's uniform.
Another double shift done, and she is exhausted. Exhausted from taking on too much work, from worrying about her family and always feeling like she should be doing more.
Her father who has always been her strongest supporter is sick, deathly ill really, and there is absolutely nothing that she can do to help. Which is why she has been begging the hospital for more shifts, hoping that the extra money could help them afford the drugs that could save her father's life... Or at least make the end much more comfortable.
One of the male nurses that she has shared some shifts with suggested she do some 'work' at a local strip club... With a leery grin on his face. Blushing furiously she made it clear right then that she would never do that, she has never even been in a place like that... But it did give her an idea...
She immediately called Denise, one of her friends from school, who's father owns a chain of luxury restaurants.
“Hey Jenny, babe, how are you!?” Denise gushes a few seconds after Jenny hit the dial button. “I am OK love, working my tail off, and worried about my dad’s condition lately… “ as Jenny says the last words her voice cracks a little, even though she had decided to keep up a strong façade, she absolutely hates people pitying her. But the moment she heard Denise’s deep sultry voice she felt safe and in automatic reflex completely dropped her guard.
“Oh hun, don’t try to cover up with me. How bad is he? “ the concern in Denise’s voice is genuine and breaks down Jenny’s wall a little more “It’s bad Denise….
sobs
like, I am not sure he will make it to his next birthday. I really need help to make it better for him” “What can I do sis, just tell me” Jenny takes a deep breath, and blurts out the question she knows will upset her friend, “I really need an extra job, please, please ask your father if he can arrange something at the restaurant?? “ the silence on the other end makes her think that Denise had hung up or dumped the phone in a glass of water or something, then, “Aaahrgh, damnit Jen! You know me and that old fart don’t talk. I can’t talk to him! You know how he treated me and the things he said… you were there after all! “
Jenny flashes back to one of the most embarrassing moments in her life. When Denise’s father caught the two of them making out… more than that actually…. Denise’s hand waaay up Jenny’s cute cheerleader skirt. Jenny had her eyes closed, really leaning into the experiment. Denise already knew her way around a girl’s body and had managed to get Jenny very close to climax in a few minutes by stroking her sensitive little nub softly, then going in small circles and dipping her fingers into Jen’s tight centre. Jenny let out a deep moan as she felt the pressure building, and she knew something big had to happen soon or she would explode…. As she felt the first shudders ripping through her the door opened and Mr Jones shouted “What the hell is going on here!? “ his face red with anger, embarrassment, shame, who knows what else.
