Stinking Piece Of Trash
Jenna’s a prostitute needing ‘rude’ degradation It was 2:30 one August, Sunday morning in the 80’s. Jenna, a red-haired, 21-y/o single, was standing in the doorway at The Eros Adult Theater while remembering when she was 16 and her boyfriend had shown her a Hustler Magazine. The pictures in it had inflamed her mind before he’d roughly popped her cherries. Having done that, he’d passed her around to his friends as if she was a mere object. However, she developed into a buxom wench, realizing that marketing herself would get her countless dicks. She also was wearing short dress and high-heeled shoes. And she’d barely started smoking when 2 handsome white men appeared. ‘I’m Dylan and this is my buddy, Troy. What’s your name, honey,’ the taller guy asked. ‘Jenna.’ ‘That’s almost as beautiful as …