Jessica Nude Novels & Stories

She smiled and sat on a provided couch, watching one of the nude girls dancing on a stage that looked like a runway. Jessica pulled a bundle of cash from her pocket, threw it at the lady dancing and got the lady's attention. The lady smiled and focused on entertaining Jessica. Jessica smiled and beckoned her to come closer with her finger. The lady smiled, got down from the stage, walked up to Jessica, sat on the table in front of Jessica and spread her legs open.

"Okay, let's be honest with each other here. What's really going on? Why are you having such a freak out about getting your freak on?" If it hadn't been such a serious thing for Jessica, she would have snickered at the play on words from Bianca's mouth. "Because, who does that? I ran here because I had nude pictures get exposed, and I was so embarrassed that happened, but I'm perfectly okay with shucking every part of clothing off the top half of my body and letting Layne have his way with me on the side of the road? What the fuck is wrong with me?" "Nothing," Bianca told her softly. "Nothing is wrong with you. You want to know what I think?"

Jessica didn't know how the video of her being an prostitute at Madame Moza's cafe could be exposed and when she was serving two men at once. { Isn't she that artist? Her husband is the son of conglomerate Nasution? she sold herself to her producer, that's why get a fast rise in her career } { Oh... I've known that she's a naughty girl since we were in high school, I was her friend at school and Jessica often changed partners and slept with seniors, once when I went to the class toilet, I found a condom and I saw Jessica come out of the toilet and the next day there were lots of red marks on her neck }

“I promise it will be tasteful.” Her eyebrows raise in disbelief, but she agrees anyway. Putting my drink down, I go back to my desk and grab my phone from where it fell to the floor along with the papers I pushed off earlier. Taking my seat again, I pull Jessica to me, turning her body so her breasts are flat against my chest. It’s obvious that we’re naked but you can’t actually see anything.

The walls were too thick to give me anything but the occasional low murmur of his voice and, on one or two occasions, something that might have been a sound I could categorize as a moan for all I care. When the door finally opened, Camille came out, fixing her hair, smiling. A private, satisfied, 'just-for-her' smile. "Goodnight, Nadia," she said sweetly, and let herself out. I sat there hating the heat that crawled up my neck, because I had no right to it. Then Jeremy came out of the bedroom, shirtless. Of course. Because why would God let me keep one working organ? He wore only dark joggers hanging low on his hips, the waistband loose enough to hint at things I didn't have any business ack

“I’m going to undress right here. If you don't flinch or look away, I’ll accept that you aren't attracted to me. But otherwise...” Before I could even open my mouth to shut her down, Jessica yanked her shirt straight over her head and tossed it to the floor. With practiced, agonizing slowness, she unhooked the front clasp of her bra, keeping her dark eyes locked directly onto mine to track my reaction. Her bare, plush breasts spilled out into the open air, standing exposed between us, a blatant, unfiltered invitation to reach out, grab them, and take whatever I wanted. My body went rigid. Instead of taking the bait, I squeezed my eyes shut, turning my face toward the ceiling.

Jessica interrupts, "I don't care, where is Wilder?" "Oh, he is..." Again, Jessica didn't let Angel finish her sentence before barging in. Jessica walks in and there Wilder is passed out on the bed, naked, only covered up by the white rough sheets. Jessica shakes her head as she climbs the platform and goes for the window. She draws the window open letting the sunshine of the morning wake him up. "Ahh," Wilder shifts a little bring his hands to cover his eyes. "Someone had one hell of a night." Jessica comments as she watches the woman she met walk into the bathroom with her clothes.

“Leave the stockings and heels on.” Jessica obeyed, reaching behind to unhook her bra. Her heavy breasts spilled free, full and soft with dark, hardened nipples. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them gracefully. She stood completely naked before him except for the sheer black thigh-highs and sleek heels. “Turn around,” Charlie ordered. “Show me that ass… then bend over and spread for me.” She turned slowly, giving him a full view of her round, firm ass. Then she bent at the waist, reaching back to spread her cheeks, exposing her glistening pussy and tight pink hole to his hungry gaze.

The one who broke the silence. Lucas whispers in my ear: — The hyenas have caught the scent. — I know. I don’t smile. I don’t pretend to be comfortable. I am here to disturb. A waiter offers champagne. I refuse. Lucas takes a flute, just for show. His gaze scans the room. He is in protection mode, as always when he senses a trap. Then I see her: Cassandre. An icy silhouette in an ivory dress. Not a single strand out of place. Not a wrinkle on her mask. On her arm, a man I don’t know. Legal, no doubt. Or strategic. Maybe just decorative.

Jessica is taller than me, about 5'6" and much slimmer. Unlike me, who has a full bust and curvy hips, she has neither. She holds herself up high and could easily be a model in a normal human world. Her skin is unnaturally dark thanks to all her tanning. Godess, I wish she would realize she is going to look like a leather bag one day. I hold back a snort at my own internal jokes. I wear mostly tee shirts and jeans. However, Jessica wears anything to keep her the center of attention. Today's fashionable choice is a silver sequence crop top, a pair of high waisted black pants, with a pair of black pointy toe high heels that look excruciating to walk in. She walks over towards my bed and gives