RED PASSION, part 2 (Patreon)

Jeanne made sure to get up early that special day. After a delicious hot shower, the young woman spent a full hour shaving the sparse hair on her long legs, moisturizing her fair skin with a smooth, peach-scented lotion and brushing her lush reddish hair. By the time the sun was rising in the east, she was already leaving the small apartment in the half-abandoned suburb of Detroit where she lived, dressed to kill and cleverly made up. Although the redhead needed no touch-up to enhance her outstanding appearance, that morning she had decided to accentuate her amazing features as best she could: a thin layer of lip gloss made her voluminous pink mouth shine under the sunlight while her deep green irises were underlined by a delicate eye contour. Hoping that the last drops of the expensive perfume that had cost her a good part of her savings months ago would not mingle with the bad smell of the neighborhood, Jeanne wrinkled her fine nose and got into her second-hand car, wishing with all her soul that she would never return to that ill-fated place. She had not left her parents’ small-town life to end up in a place like that, antonymous to what she had always wanted and needed: parties until dawn in luxury penthouses, long cruises on huge yachts, red carpets under flashes of camera flare.

“I have to succeed. There is no turning back now,” she said to herself, looking around to see the ramshackle houses of an abandoned industrial dream. That was not the place she deserved for attitude and presence. She started the car’s old engine, gave a couple of accelerations that filled the rear of the vehicle with smoke and turned the steering wheel to head downtown. In her hands, her long red-painted nails displayed what she had spent her last savings on. “Manicure, pedicure…and the $200 for the audition.” On the passenger seat, there was still the newspaper clipping with the ad that could change her life. An international agency wanted models like her, and she was going to serve herself on a silver platter. “I’m in the red, so it’s now or never. I will succeed. I deserved it!”

Facing the main road of the district, Jeanne suddenly felt as unstoppable as her vehicle. Not only did she have a face that any man would sigh for, that any woman would kill for; the redhead possessed a body that was purely flawless. Her legs, like endless highways of muscle and femininity, raised her slightly over six feet tall and gave way to shapely hips that, along with Jeanne’s delicate waist, shaped a suggestively eye-catching undulation. In the tight-fitting clothes she liked to wear, the tall redhead always made her incredibly spherical and firm ass and plump D-cup bust stand out, but her constantly exposed belly was not far behind in terms of drawing attention, with its flatness and toning after years and years of cheerleading combined with a seductive navel. Jeanne’s face was as perfect as her body, with lovely green eyes and thick pink lips, some freckles around her nose and a luxuriant, wavy, scarlet-colored, mid-back mane of hair as a perfect frame. Her skin, as precious and pristine as the finest marble, was incredibly smooth even for a 23-year-old woman.

“No more babysitting whiny brats,” she growled with long-accumulated frustration burning in her throat. “No more door-to-door jobs. No more stupid phone calls with old perverts.” Instinctively, she stepped on the accelerator, running a traffic light that had just turned red. “No one can stop me! Today is the first day of the rest of my life! Fame, money…there goes Jeanne Rouge!”

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