IN THIS chapter Jenny makes a surprise and somewhat raunchy reunion with her original daddy, the man who abandoned her and his wife for another woman when Jenny was a prepubescent learner, but not before his 'Smoochie' found out all about facials outside of the beauty salon. He doesn't have a clue how she'd turned out since. He's rich now and she's certainly enriched but in another way. Isn't he in for a surprise?
(Author's note: to the many female readers sending emails that they really relate to Jenny I can only say the world is a better place for your presence of mind. It seems some were like Jenny, some wanted to be like her and seem to admire her attitude and even some may be like her to this day. Wow! To what extent I can only imagine as we move into another sexy session with this cool headed hot blooded frisky female just halfway through her 18th birthday. And by the way, it's understood that maybe three quarters of female readers here may never have been, or want to be like Jenny, but they sure seem to enjoy following her experiences.
Jenny picks up her mobile phone and it's him, the blast from the past, her real daddy Ron who rang two weeks ago and wanted to meet her. Her original blast at him for deserting her mother was a highlight of their first conversation in 11 years when she demanded to know how he found out her mobile number. It's not beyond her thoughts that he's counted the years too, and knows that at 18 she's now legal for his idea of love. How did he get her cell phone number? He said he has good connections now he's very well off.
She agrees to a reunion at his nominated venue, the six-star plush Ritz Hotel where she not long ago had some unusually long fun with Mr Wilson, her boss Raymond's wealthy associate and she had to convince him to sign a lucrative but secret deal. She felt like Julia Roberts in her favourite movie Pretty Woman on that occasion -- and just as good looking -- although Mr Wilson fared better than Richard Gere did in that movie.
Jenny got a whopping $5000 bonus that week in her pay packet for getting him to sign the deal, but she doesn't know that the ever-opportunist filthy rich Raymond got twice as much from Mr Wilson if he could set it up in a faked deal and he could get her into bed. That's how far some very rich and dirty minded men are prepared to go if the young woman is a real dolly 'girl next door' cutie and twice the class of any hot bit of arse on the call girl circuit available to anyone.
Of course Raymond, her 50 year-old hopelessly horny boss, got more than Mr Wilson in more ways than one. Just look at what she's driving right now, a fully imported BMW sports cabriolet, not the kind of car the average 18 year-old gets into without lots of smart manipulating of her own. Funny though, she's not a gold digger, she just attracts gold without any prospecting.
Jenny's already decided to the reunion as a way of giving daddy Ron as she called him, a hard time for deserting her just as she was getting used to playing with his big toy and making him come hither and giving her something to lick her lips for. For Smoochie it was all innocent fun but after he left, taking his big tool kit with him it took the next 11 years of yearning for her step daddy to come to the aid of her party. Her stand-in father loved her dearly too (who wouldn't?) and knew all along she was the playful type but was strict enough to wait until she turned 18 legal and then it was time to celebrate. This is her chance to get even with her real father and make him wince for deserting her.
The long eye lashes and long black ponytail light brown Latina decides to wear the same outfit she wore to the so-called client dinner meeting at the Ritz with Raymond and Mr Wilson (hot chapter 7 'The junior sex goddess plays her best hand') the meeting where her boss went 'sick' suddenly and left her stranded in the foyer having to dine with the business magnate on her own and negotiate the business deal on her own (if you like the meaning of erotica and cat and mouse build-up of tension with hot release you should read Jenny chapter 7).
Daddy Ron's trying hard to get on side with Jenny after his shocking act of abandoning her just when a young girl needs a father more than in later years because of boyfriends and partnering. "Just let's have a drink and let me see how my little Smoochie's turned out," he says and she knows he's crawling to her. Good, she thinks too, she likes strong men not weak ones and he'll be a pushover now she's older and wiser with a mind of her own. And it's a mind where sensuality and sexuality intermix very well.
"I should hate you instead of talking to you," she scolds over the phone. "it was a mongrel thing to do with mom and the rat you were you didn't have the guts to come to her funeral and it was only a year after you went," she replies in a kind of bitter sweet tone.
"No I couldn't but I sent heaps of flowers didn't I?"
"Yeah, but a bit late wasn't it? Why didn't you give her some flowers when she was alive? Daddy I loved you so much then and we got on so well but you just walked out of my life too."
"Anyway Smoochie, I want to make it up to you somehow, but I've got to go, big meeting coming up at the agency and I've got to be there so I'll see you in the foyer at 11 tomorrow morning." Ron's really a strong man when it comes to anyone but his Smoochie otherwise he wouldn't have done so well in his more ruthless ways in getting ahead at the agency. If Jenny had him by the balls when they cavorted together before he shot through for another woman, as she did, can you imagine her at 18 with a bit of experience from older men behind her? Back then she liked to fondle them gently to please him but now she feels like she should squeeze them hard to please her.
It's a Saturday so her inquisitive and sometimes possessive boss Raymond won't see her getting dressed into something to make him wonder if she's on with another man. He's that jealous of anyone cracking on to his Jenny when he's got so many dirty ideas in mind. Her stepfather's just left for his weekly 18 holes of golf with some of his old cronies and she's just showered and glossed her nipples with the edible emollient that makes them so shiny and tasty, too.
Jenny spends a lot of time titivating herself, with real emphasis on the tit part. It's not just she may or may not get involved with some form of dalliance but just in case she ever has an accident and has to go to hospital or a medical clinic she will never leave home without being scrumptious in every respect. A magnifying glass with an eye for it wouldn't even find any buff on her muff.
In the dress Raymond gave her for the recent dinner at the Ritz she looks more like a young Hollywood starlet than a young star from the suburbs, or as one couple she overheard talking about her in the foyer that last time, she must be a supermodel. How super she thought then and it was what she needed to pluck up the courage and go to the business magnate's room on the 50th level to get Raymond's deal signed.
What a contrast to how she looked this day for the perving next door neighbour watching her at 8 o'clock in the front driveway washing her car in her size 10 super tight spandex walk shorts -- the ones with no legs -- just the legs that go into them all the way up to you know what- the big V -- vulva by name and v by shape and v for v-e-r-y sexy.
The retired bank manager always banks on Jenny wearing something short when she's out washing her flashy car on the edge of the street. He always sidles up to the young office sex siren armed with small talk and a big horn whenever he sees her so he can enjoy the view of her the spandex pulling up tight between the crack of her shapely model's size bum. The front view draws his breath too. He chats her up for no other reason but to check out a close-up view of the mountainous mound sweeping down between her legs with its cameltoe split up the centre. Of course, she knows what he's on about so she teases him deliberately knowing his wife will benefit in the long run if he's half a man and uses his imagination in the cot.
Yes indeed, she's the reason the 60 year-old bank manager's wife wonders what's got into him, wanting sex with her as much now as he did 30 years ago. He read somewhere that a psychologist said it's healthy to have fantasies when you're having sex with your partner but not always wise to tell them why you're so turned on unless it's about them. He thinks of Jenny often when he shuts his eyes and pummels his dear wife Essie. Jenny doesn't realise it but she's responsible for many an older man who's either met her, or seen her somewhere, reigniting the passion of his once boring love life at home and suddenly sending his dear jaded Jessie into long lost raptures.
The dress she's just donned for the reunion is more for the evening than the morning but it's such a stunning and exotic outfit as she admires herself in the bedroom mirror that she wants to wear it to really open his eyes to what he's walked away from 11 years ago. And when daddy Ron sets eyes on her he'll know that beautiful body was just starting to take shape with a sexy bum then when he walked out the door for a woman not half as sexy looking as Jenny would become even before her teens.
The ever attentive Raymond so much wanted Jenny to be super stunning for the meeting with his golfing crony -- the supposed business magnate 'Mr Wilson' -- he had a top dressmaker create the outfit to her 38b-22-34 personal measurements. After all, when someone is paying him $10,000 just for the opportunity to be alone with Jenny he knows that when a woman dresses real sexily she's more likely to be in the mood for sex.
