Jenna Fischer Butt Novels & Stories

Jenna whispered, snapping her back. “I just wanted to hang out with my friends…” Lisa muttered. “Esteban! No smoking!” Jenna snapped, glaring at Esteban as he flicked a lighter with a cigarette in his mouth. “Ohh.” He lit it anyway, inhaling with a smirk. Grinding her teeth, Jenna yanked off one of her heels and threw it at him. Esteban caught it effortlessly, laughing. “Call your husband right now, tell him you’re here, so he can stop scaring everyone.”

"Just, Fuck." Jenna graciously scheduled Cassie's dance to take place after everyone else had a go. Jenna herself got up and danced several sets, blowing the audience away with her unrivaled beauty and scandalous dancing. She rocked the pole like a goddess, but only stripped down to her bra and panties, leaving something for the imagination. The men in the audience heckled her, fighting each other off for the chance to empty their wallets into her lacy G-string. Jenna knew exactly how to ride the fine line between floozy and elegant, and her skills rivaled those of her hired dancers.

Nicki asked as she wore her pink and hairy headset on her neck. She was dressed in her usual baggy trousers and big jacket, but this time the baggy pants and the jacket were pink and hairy as her headset. The jacket has a rabbit ears on the cap, while the crop top she wore inside was also pink but not hairy, to go with pink Snickers. Finally silver was out,she was wearing a crop top with a white mini skirt and a high boot, and she packed her hair with a white ponytail. " Do you really wanna sleep in the dressing room?" Nicki asked and silver chuckled

The realisation hit Jessica harder than expected. Because she remembered that feeling. Remembered it perfectly. One application remained on her desk long after the others had been sorted. A young woman named Ana. Twenty years old. No connections. No formal training. Working nights in a supermarket. Painting in her tiny apartment whenever she could. The application included a short note. Only three lines. Yet Jessica read it repeatedly. I know I'm not the best. I just need somebody to believe I can become better. The words stayed with her all day.

Sexy? I wasn't sure, but the numbers some creators pulled in made my eyes widen. If I could just push through the shame, maybe I could save her. My name's Jenna, 24, with curves that always turned heads but never paid the bills. Long auburn hair, full breasts that strained against any top, and hips that swayed without trying. I set up the account that afternoon, username 'Jenna Lusts', profile pic a teasing shot of me in lingerie. 'Helping a girl out...join the fun and make a difference,' I captioned it vaguely. No one needed to know about Mom. Not yet.

She’s only a nasty b*tch in my eyes! Jenna, she is of course a nasty b*tch, don’t lose your temper over a worthless c*nt like her. Your pinky toe alone is greater than her. Jenna smirked. Do I need you to tell me that? By the way, it’s sad that you weren’t there to see how awful she has become. She looks as wrinkled as a mummy and she stays at a dump. Did you know how happy I was when I saw her circumstance? I almost flew off the ground from sheer joy.

Jenny coughs, "It's Sophia. That girl who joined us three months ago. She's a Big Cat, Robert Scofield's daughter." Mr. Butcher looks away from her with a big smile on his face. His eyes expressing extreme joy. "You did good... What is your name?" "Jenny," she replies. "Come here," he cups her jaw with his palm, drawing her closely and kissing her roughly like he's about to bite of her lips. "Next time, bring some of your girlfriends along." Thud! The doors are pushed open and a woman boldly walks in. "Honey," Mr. Butcher calls out in guilt.

When Remi and Alex were done, they sat on the sofa, each occupied with their phones while waiting for their friends. Some minutes later, they both entered the sitting room conversing in hushed tones. Vincent raised his head, his eyes landing on Jenna. She was wearing a long blue jeans and white crop top which revealed her cleavage a little. Her hair was let down, cascading down her shoulders. She settled for a nude lip gloss, a black heels and a small handbag which her phone couldn't even fit in. With being under dressed the outfit still brought out her curvy shape.

" She thought and felt angry suddenly. One Hour After... The living was quiet but the backyard of the apartment was lively... Zoey watched how her friends were dancing to Taki Taki by Dj Snake. Jenna, being a bad bitch wasn't giving up. Talking about their personality. JENNA'S a rich bad girl from a rich family. She's always after something that benefits her. She's caring but she loves trouble and she smokes. Yes she smokes and has tattoos on her laps and arms. She's had to make friends due to savage attitude and rudeness. Obsessed with Barbie and disneyland.

" The closer I got to him, the faster he moved away. I had no control over what I was doing. "your name is Blair Hunter." he tried to hide the fact that he was scared. "you are the daughter of Jane and Will Hunter; you are my sister. your name is Blair" rage grow in me I don't know why him calling me by my name pissed me off so much. grabbed him, rushing him backwards and slamming him into the wall. he yelped in pain. "don't call me that" I growled at him. my air was pressed against his neck making it hard from him to breath.