Working jenny txt part4
by Fetish Review Blogfault that you’re stuck here, I, uh, could put you up for the night.”
Oh really? I was tired, but not so tired I didn’t pick up on the possible
implications of that statement right away. And even if it didn’t mean what I
hoped, it still sounded better than standing out in the cold for maybe hours
trying to get a ride from some soft-hearted motorist. It wouldn’t be the first
time I had done that and I wasn’t looking forward to doing it again. “Sure.” I
said, hoping I didn’t sound too eager, “It’s been a long day already. Thanks.”
“Thank *you*.” she murmured under her breath, and I wondered what that was
supposed to mean as I followed her to her apartment.
As I walked into Jenny’s apartment the first thing that hit me was the
all-permeating odor of catbox. It wasn’t too bad, though. I used to have a
cat myself, so I was used to it. The place was fairly small, with a kitchen
in an alcove off to my right and a short hallway to the left leading to the
bedrooms and bathroom. In front was the living room. There was a couch and
a couple of well-worn chairs. A small TV sat on a none-too-steady stand
opposite the couch and chairs. The place was clean, but cluttered.
Magazines and various articles of female clothing lay scattered about.
Jenny began picking up the latter while mumbling an apology. I remarked it
looked lots better than my place, which didn’t comfort her much since she
saw what my car looked like and could well imagine what my place must look
like.
She was probably right on the money.
After a few minutes the place was fairly straight. She plopped down in a
chair, exhausted. I landed on the couch feeling about the same. Exhausted,
but far from sleepy. “Nice place you got here.” I remarked.
“Thanks.” she smiled tiredly. “It was cheap and clean.” She sat up a
little and said, “I really appreciate the ride. And… I’m kinda glad
you’re here. I hate staying in this neighborhood by myself…” She looked
like she was going to say more but stopped and looked away instead.
I started to reply but felt something moving by my feet. I looked down
and saw a little grey ball of fur playing with my shoelaces. Gently I
reached down and picked it up. It was a kitten, about four months old, all
fuzz and golden eyes, which stared into mine. And sharp claws, which I
discovered a second later as he(?) decided he wanted down NOW. I complied
quickly before he could do any serious damage. He shot across the room in a
grey blur and disappeared under the coffee table.
Jenny was grinning at me. Suddenly she got up and said “Excuse me, I
gotta change and clean up a little. Make yourself at home. I won’t be
long.” And she disappeared into one of the other rooms. A moment later I
heard a shower running.
I never was very good at making myself at home in somebody else’s home.
Not to mention I was worn out from work and a funny little knot of tension
rested in the pit of my stomach. I turned on the TV and settled back on the
couch, trying to relax.
It wasn’t long before she was done. I turned to see her and had to hold
back a small gasp of surprise.
She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt that just came
down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else. The shirt was slit
…End of the part4. To be continued..