Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
But Jenna is real, and although I desperately want to be a part of this scheme, I can’t.
“Jenna, no,” I say in a low voice. “I’ll cover everything. There’s no need for you and Sally to worry about money. I have plenty of cash, and I can pay for end-of-life care—”
My words hit a painful spot, and the young woman literally begins to cry.
“Jenna, I’m so sorry,” I apologize, my voice deep as a I put a big hand on her slim shoulder to comfort her. “You know that I only want what’s best for you, and I didn’t mean to bring up end-of-life issues—”
To my consternation, she only cries harder, tears wetting her pale pink cheeks.
“But that’s what you don’t get, Mr. Purdy,” the young woman sobs, her big breasts shaking within the thin fabric of her bikini top. “This is for me!” she says in a fierce voice, looking up at me directly. “All this stuff about Sally’s illness has drained me. I feel so tired every day caring for my mother, even though she tries not to complain. I feel so tired managing her appointments and medications, and seeing her struggle through discomfort and pain. Yes, I started my Only Fans account because we needed the extras the income could buy, but it became something more. It became a way for me to assert myself, and to prove to myself that I could be something.”
I take a deep breath because obviously, this is a delicate moment.
“Yes, you’re asserting yourself, but there are other ways to assert yourself too,” I begin.
“Like what?” she demands through hiccups. “Working at Burger King? Putting on a green apron and pulling shots at Starbucks? What are you talking about?”
I pause for another moment, trying to phrase my words in a way that will make sense to an obviously distraught young woman.
“What I mean is that right now, as a high school student, it may not seem like there are many opportunities. Yes, the best job you could get is probably at Burger King or Starbucks. But there will be other options as you mature and as you get older. They will present themselves, I promise, and there’s no need for you to do Only Fans right now. I’ll cover any expenses that your mom needs. I’ll even pay you a salary to stay off of Only Fans if you want.”
Jenna gets angry with me then.
“You have no idea!” she says through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing as she stares at me. “You think you can buy anyone, don’t you Mr. Purdy? You think you can buy people, and purchase their allegiance and loyalty. But this is something that I’m doing because I need it to feel whole. I need it to feel alive, and to feel in control. Plus, I’m eighteen now, so I make my own choices!”
With that, Jenna stands abruptly, her curvy form shaking with rage. She’s a vision with her big breasts trembling and her expression murderous, but this isn’t the time to comment. Instead, the young woman grabs her towel before shooting me a dirty look.
“You can’t buy me, Mr. Purdy,” she hisses. “I’m going to do what I want, and if you don’t like it, then that’s your problem!”
Then, she grabs her bag and towel and stalks off, but I have a change of heart. After all, like Jenna said, she’s going to do what she’s going to do, and it’s better to have me help her than some random guy at the resort. It’s better to have me behind that camera, as opposed to some disgusting lifeguard who leers at her assets while visibly drooling. Besides, there’s truth to Jenna’s words. She’s been going through a difficult time, and I haven’t given her enough credit for her strength and resilience. Caring for a sick parent is never easy, and if this is what helps the young woman feel like herself again, then who am I to judge?
“Wait, Jenna,” I call, bolting up from the deck chair. “I’m sorry I said those things. I’ll do it. Just hand me the camera.”
The young woman whirls on me, those damp blonde locks flying in an arc over one shoulder.
“Oh really,” she says sarcastically. “It’s more like you’re going to judge me the entire time for doing something that I enjoy! So what if I like doing Only Fans? What if I take pleasure in my job? You don’t know me, and you don’t know my circumstances. Or rather you do, but you don’t care.”
“No, I do care,” I say in a deep tone, taking her bag from her to prevent her departure. “More than you know. And I leapt to conclusions, Jenna, and I’m sorry about that. My knee jerk reaction was that this is a bad thing, and that no one in their right mind should be posting racy photos online. But I see where you’re coming from, and I understand better now. I’ll help you if you want.”