Thursday November 06, 2025

She was in heaven! She just couldn’t resist trying on them all and taking photos of each and every one of them!

Jessie knew of course that she’d have to choose just one or two in the end, but it didn’t hurt to try on more like the ones she had on at the moment.

Sure they were completely impractical, and didn’t go with anything she was wearing, but they sent shiver up her spine and all she wanted to do was giggle in glee just looking at them!

After more than an hour she’d settled on three pairs… sure Jim would complain about the charge on his card, but as long as she wore at least one pair to bed and let him fuck her with them on, he’d get over it.

She giggled at the thought of herself on her back, her legs up in the air wrapped in the sparkling wraps as Jim fucked her. She just couldn’t leave them behind and besides, even if she didn’t have something to wear them with, she could just go naked and prance around the house with them on. Sure was pretty sure Jim wouldn’t mind at all, especially if she let him bend her over the arm of the couch and fuck her there too.

Just as she was leaving the store with bags in hand, the alarm on her phone went off and she frowned as she looked at the reminder, “Oh sugar! I’m late!”

She picked up her pace and got back to her car, sped out of the parking lot almost causing an accident and hurried to the gym. Sure she had lots of free time while Jim was at work to go shopping and hang out with the wives of Jim’s other friends, but when he set a schedule for her, she had to keep it.

Today was her 3pm gym sessions, tomorrow was an appointment at the hair salon at 1, then back to the gym the next day, and so on.

There was nothing more important than keeping herself in tip top shape for Jim, not even shoes!

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Jessica frowned at her agent and tossed the offer onto his desk, “You’ve got to be kidding me… Prom Queen Massacre 12? I’m not even the lead!”

“You’re not the first victim either… you get to be second to last, you’ll be in the second act for sure.” Harold replied somewhat sheepishly.

They both knew her career was going no where and she needed the money, but she just couldn’t accept it. She’d come to LA to be a star, not some hussy scream queen in low budget slasher flicks.

There was silence for a moment before Harold cleared his throat and spoke, “There is that other offer…” he said, letting his voice trail off.

“I am not an escort!” she retorted with half hearted anger.

“You know it’s not that. Besides, he has connections in the industry and… it’s two weeks in Europe, includes Canes. Just he exposure might do you a world of good.

She let out a heavy sigh and leaned back in the chair. The problem was that he wasn’t wrong. Jim financed half the awards contenders in Hollywood… even if no one knew his name outside of Hollywood insiders. Even just appearing with him would be a big boost to her career, let alone somewhere as prestigious as Canes.

There were two problems though; the first was she hated getting all dressed up and strutting down a red carpet for no reason… especially in what would most certainly be the most uncomfortable shoes she could imagine, the second was Jim was a well known womanizer.

Sure, there was no explicit expectation of sex… but there was certainly an implicit one.

“Heck, you don’t even have to see him after the flight for the first week. He’s going to be busy making deals before the festival… he’s got you going to a exclusive spa for the week… all expenses paid.” Harold continued.

She had to admit that the spa sounded wonderful, a week of being pampered and taken care of by the staff would be a dream come true.

Her shoulders slumped and she nodded, “Fine, I’ll do it. But you make sure he knows I’m there for the exposure, not whatever kinky shit he might be into.”

Harold nodded seriously, “You got it… I’ll reach out to his people first thing in the morning and let them know.”

She pushed herself up in the chair and nodded before standing up and taking a quick mental inventory. She was definitely going to have go do some shopping, which she hated, as well as spend some extra time at the gym to get into shape for such an important red carpet event.

The gym wasn’t her favorite place, but she usually managed it three times a week without too much procrastination.

All she could do was hope that the effort paid off and she could get some real job offers once she got back.