Jenny, was a street hustler or more politely a Social Engineer. Rikki knew she imagined herself as such. Attractive enough, she had a nice build, dark hair, and blue eyes. Rikki was a college coed and attracted to and fascinated by Jenny. She was unique.
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Rikki always went away a little wiser after spending time with Jenny, not to mention more intrigued. After they first met, she’d almost always go with Rikki when she was ready to leave. Jenny seemed to like to talk to her. Jenny had a lot of plans and would tell Rikki about her fantasies and how she was sure they were going to come true. She talked big talk about things she did, the money she made, and the things she bought.
On the other hand, I knew her as being hungry and always had me buy her a burger. I’d buy her one just to be able to sit with her and smell her. Jenny was immaculate, but it was more than that. She did something for me I liked. Most hustlers smelled like yesterday’s laundry before it got into the washing machine. Never Jenny though, her skin seemed to shine it was so well washed. You know that squeaky clean look.
One typical day for Rikki and Jenny, Jenny asked her for a burger right off, but this time Rikki put her off only having few bucks for her own dinner, and thought, ‘If she’s such a successful businesswoman, why am I always buying her lunch?’ Then Jenny spotted two girls that came in Micky D’s. The short, tight shorts the girls wore shouted volleyball team. Bringing them to our table, after exchanging names, ‘I never dreamed my respect for Jenny would change forever.’ Rikki thought to herself.
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