Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
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Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - With a cloud of naughty erotica hanging overhead, can Margaret, a woman with a past she doesn’t want to remember, find peace in her new life as a rich wife, or will a conflict with her stepson’s new girlfriend and a friend from her past unravel the new world she wants to become a part of? From the best-selling author of Potential and Attic Voyeur: The Incest Next Door.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Fiction First Masturbation Oral Sex
Unlike Jennifer, Margaret’s shock was broadcast in high definition on her expression. Then, knowing all that she knew, pieces started connecting in her mind.
“Jenny Jenny, for a good time call,” Jennifer said.
Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, the name batted around inside Margaret’s mind until a greater degree of shock hit her. Pins and needles prickled her cheeks as the blood rushed out of her head.
Jennifer’s leg shifted and bumped Margaret’s. “You remember?”
“Wait.” Margaret did the math in her head. “You weren’t ... you were only seventeen.”
“Same age you started dancing, right?”
All of the fear associated with passing fake ID and taking her clothes off in front of a hundred leering men resurfaced and brought tears to Margaret’s eyes. Jennifer put her arm around Margaret and pulled her close. “You were so good, I recorded you so I could play it when I was practicing.”
“You, I, I barely said hello to you. I’m sorry. You know how it is when a young, sexy dancer shows up. They get shit from the veterans. I’m sorry. I wasn’t there much at that point, but I shouldn’t have ignored you. Me and Andre, you know, were dating, so I guess I knew I wouldn’t be there long.”
“I was really sad to see you go,” Jennifer said. “Then right after Sammy left.”
“She went to manage another club,” Margaret said. “I hope I wasn’t some kind of role model who encouraged you to want to be a dancer.”
“No, I was already going to be a dancer, you made me wanna be great at it. The other girls hated you because of how much money you made.”
“Not as much as Sammy’s big tits and ass brought in. We were roommates, well best friends first, then roommates. We came to LA together on a Greyhound. Thought we could be rich models or famous movie stars. So naive.”
“You, me, and a million other girls from the middle of nowhere.”
“Runaways,” Margaret said. “Most of the girls have a story. What’s yours?”
“What do you mean? A story?”
“Not many of us set out to get naked for money. Something happens, usually not good, so we end up doing what we have to do. I had stepbrothers who would have fucked me as quick as punch me, which they did, and they called me a carpet muncher and worse because my mother caught me and Sammy together. That led to us running away.”
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