Jeanette struggled with adulting. Despite spending four years in college, studying hard to earn her degrees to get into the career of her choice, she was unprepared for the difficulties that came with trying to find a job. Publishing houses would reject her manuscripts and outlines. News publications dying out, she couldn't get work in writing or editing articles for news papers or magazines. She couldn't even seem to find work as in freelance. She knew she needed to find some kind of work, otherwise she would never make it on her own. Unlike her sisters, Jeanette was still living at home with Miss Miller. Miss Miller wanted Jeanette to be able to support herself in life as her sisters had been, but Jeanette's career choice wasn't as practical as either of her sisters, who had found successful work in their chosen career paths of fashion and sports, respectively.
Not knowing what else to do, Jeanette made a drastic and unexpected decision that shocked both Miss Miller and even herself. She turned to pole dancing. Jeanette had always been self-conscious about her body, and her mobility, but she surprisingly grew into her body when she developed her physical maturity. Most people would not realize because she always either wore clothing that was a size or two larger than she was, or clothing that didn't fit her gender. Underneath the baggy and ill-fitting cloth was a body that would have made her sister Brittany jealous, with her ample bosom, petite waist, womanly hips, and long legs, Jeanette had a body she never imagined she would have as an adult.
Her clumsiness was also still a problem, however. This was one of the reasons for Jeanette's uneasiness about her new profession, as she feared she would be falling from her poles, making herself a laughing stock among her fellow pole dancers, as well as the men who were paying to watch her seduce them. After a number of lessons and training seasons, Jeanette was amazed to discover she had quite abit of balance and coordination that allowed to remain on the poles as she danced.
The managers of the strip club in which she worked had developed a routine for Jeanette. Given her outer appearance, Jeanette would strut out onto the platform, wearing a long white labratory coat, and her hair in an up do, held into place with pencils. Her stage name became "The Lucious Lab Assistant". She would slowly dance around the stage, shifting her hips from side to side as she would strut to the beat of the music filling the club. Once she saw all eyes were on her, she went to work, slowly unbuttoning her lab coat, allowing the men watching her to catch very brief glimpses of the lacey and intimate purple lengerie she was wearing underneath. She would strut around the entire stage at least once, making sure she garnered everybody's attention, until finally, once on center stage, she would let her coat fall of the floor. Eyes would widen at this point, at seeing the absolutely stunning body that was underneath the oversized white coat that had previously been an obscurity. Reaching to the top of her head, Jeanette would pull the pencils from her hair, dropping them to the floor, one by one. Her dark brown hair tumbling down around her shoulders, this time not only continuing to widen eyes, but also causing a few gasps as well. The Lucious Lab Assistant placed a firm hand on the pole in the middle of the stage, and effortless swung herself around it, allowing her long brown hair to swim in the breeze of her swinging. Once she knew she had them, Jeanette would drop to her hands and knees, and proceed to crawl along the edge of the stage, where she could bring herself closer to her excited customers. Money would then be raked in, as customers would slip handfuls of cash into the waistline of the tiny little purple thong she was wearing. Every now and then, Jeanette would pick one particularly lucky man in the club to arouse. On this particular night, Jeanette set her eyes on a middle aged businessman who was sitting close to the stage, smoking a cigarette. After adding to the cashflow in her thong, Jeanette laid herself out in front of him. Taking the cigarette from his hand, The Lucious Lab Assistant brought it to her own lips, and took a puff or two, blowing the smoke into his face. Making sure his eyes were following her hand, she placed the butt of the cigarette onto the inside of her thigh, slowing dragging it downward, before bringing it to the meeting. Closing her eyes and letting out soft moans, she slipped the butt inside her before returning it to her customer, who happily resumed his smoking, now enhanced with the sweet taste of womanhood. The Lucious Lab Assistant returned to her pole, swinging herself until she had positioned her back end toward the larger portion of her audience. She thrusted her round cheeks at everyone as she finished her routine, receiving enthusiatic claps for her customers.
Never imagining herself in a livlihood such as thing, Jeanette was amazed to realize that on any given night, she would bring home between $500 to $800. Sometimes even more. With income like this, she began to question her previous choices in life. Why did she waste so much time going to college? Why did she waste so much time trying to get into a career field that was dying? Miss Miller certainly did not approve of Jeanette's new career choice, but with the money she was making, Jeanette was not only eventually able to pay off her student debts, but she also had the financial stability to move out of the house and relocate on her own. Miss Miller had hoped that Jeanette would leave this life behind, but Jeanette had no intentions of doing such. She would be relocating to where he sinful act would keep afloat for a long time. Sin City itself. Las Vegas. Jeanette had come to realize that she liked being bad, and she wanted to keep being bad.
Word of Jeanette's relocation reached a very old and very dear friend of her's. The brilliant young mind that he is, Simon Seville had no troubles in his career path, working for a architectural firm, where his experience and knowledge in design and engineering made the construction of greener and more evironmentally conscious housing and buildings a reality. He had no knowledge of the life the girl he had always admired was living, nor did he have knowledge of the future she planned on making for herself. Despite all of this, he did have knowledge of her relocating, and he wanted to see her again one last time, in the event that he never sees her again.
One Saturday afternoon, cardboard boxes and plastic totes were stacked up by the front door, Jeanette was emptying her room of all but the furniture, knowing that the moving company would remove that stuff for her the following Monday. Simon arrived at the house that had sat next door to the house that was previously his childhood home. Upon hearing the doorbell, Jeanette went to answer the door, both parties surprised at what they saw. Jeanette made no mistake in recognizing the face of her childhood fascination, with his large glasses catching her eyes immediately. Simon was amazed at the sight of his childhood fascination, wearing a small and figure friendly lilac colored latex dress.
"Simon! Simon Seville! It's really you, isn't it?" Asked Jeanette, batting her eyes at him.
"Yes it is. Wow, you have certainly changed alot since I last saw you in high school." Said Simon.
"I've grown up." Said Jeanette, hinting a tone of humor in her voice.
"I had heard that you were relocating. I wanted to see you one last time and wish you well before you leave town." Said Simon.
"Oh, Simon, you're wonderful!" Said Jeanette, throwing herself into his arms, and locking lips with him, much to his dismay. In the excitemtn, Jeanette bit Simon's bottom lip, rising a loud yelp of pain from him, as he broke away from her grip. "What's the matter?" She asked.
"Nothing, it's just..." Simon was at a loss of words, he did not know what to make of what had become of Jeanette. Jeanette, meanwhile, she smiled an aluring smile at him, as she took him by the hand, and lead him away. "Come upstairs with me."
Jeanette brought Simon into the bedroom, sitting him on the edge of her old bed, as she turned and locked the door behind them. Approaching the confused Simon, Jeanette pulled something that she had kept in the pocket of her dress in case of such an emergency ever arising. She waved the small wrapper in front of Simon's eyes, saying, "this is the only one that I have, so you better be able to last, mister."
Simon's eyes widened in shock, as Jeanette cocked an eyebrow up and smirked a crooked smile. Sitting completely dumbfounded, Jeanette leaned over, allowing their lips to meet again, trying to relax Simon for his shock. Once he was indeed relaxed, Jeanette threw herself onto of Simon, as he leaned back onto the bed. He immediately grabbed Jeanette's ass, squeezing her malable cheeks as she worked feverishly to unbutton his shirt, and undo his trousers. Once Simon was stripped completely bare, and Jeanette had stripped herself down to just a purple bra, she began to fondle his hardened cock, and once she was assured it was hardened enough, slipped the condom onto it and slipped inside her, slowing thrusting afterwards. New to this, Simon was moaning loudly as Jeanette worked her magic. She then arched her back and proceeded to run her hands into her hair, allowing Simon a good view of her perky tits bouncing with each thrust. Simon quickly sat up to bury his face into her ample cleavage, as she wrapped her arms around his head, playfully smothering him into her assets. She arched her back once more, raising her hands into the air, while Simon continued to keep his eyes on her bouncing chest. Jeanette pushed Simon onto his back once more, kissing down the middle of his chest, and eventually going over to one of his nipples, which she licked and bit, arousing him even more as his moaning grew in volume and intensity. Jeanette cocked her head aside, licking her bicep momentarily, before returing her attention to the moaning Simon. She drove her tounge into his mouth, which he very much enjoyed. She licked his lips, licked his teeth, licked the insides of his cheeks, and swirled her tounge around his, later sucking on it to his delight. Finally, after licking her bicep and shoulder one last time, Jeanette ripped her bra off. Now, she was in complete control. She thrusted faster and harder, intentionally hitting Simon in the face with her tits as she rocked him almost violently. By this time, both of them were not only moaning and grunting, they were practically screaming. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Screamed Simon, as Jeanette thrusted harder and harder. By this time, Simon and Jeanette were moaning incredibly louder as they were reaching their climax. Simon's ejaculation was so explosive, it actually punctured the tip of the condom, as his semen exploded up inside Jeanette. She was so aroused by this and loved feeling the warm semen shooting into her that she still continued to thrust harder, as Simon's cock continued to erupt like a volcano shooting pearly white lava inside Jeanete. Simon really was screaming at this point as Jeanette continued riding him after he had nut, making sure he didn't waste any small amount of his semen, and making sure that it all ended up inside her. Once she was finally satisfied, Jeanette looked at Simon with a wide grin on her face, and a giggle in her throat, as she rolled over off of him, and pulled the covers up around her. As they started to calm down, Jeanette slipped a cigarette into her mouth, and puffed away to clear her mind.
"Jeanette? Why did you do this to me?" Asked Simon.
"Didn't you deserve a good fuck?" Asked Jeanette.
"I didn't really know." Said Simon.
"Have you ever even been fucked before?" Asked Jeanette.
"No." Simon admitted.
Jeanette smiled, "then don't you think that there would be no better way to be fucked for the first time that to start with me?"
"I had not really thought about it." Said Simon.
Jeanette sighed and shook her head, as she rolled over on her side, away from Simon, and continued puffing away on her cigarette.
During Jeanette's departure for her new life in Vegas, Simon's sperm went to work fertilizing an egg inside Jeanette, and within a matter of weeks of having relocated to Vegas, Jeanette discovered she was pregnant with Simon's baby. In her previous life, Jeanette would have been delighted to carry Simon's baby, but with her new life, she knew this would mean an immediate end to her livlihood. Without question, Jeanette went to a clinic and had an abortion, allowing her to continue to live her new life in her new town.