A Jenna Ortega and Emma Myers Love Story

High For This

Jenna's POV: I was sitting on my couch in my penthouse. It was pretty modern, very expensive too. It was getting pretty cold, so I turned on the heater and poured myself a glass of whiskey. It was winter season and gloomy outside. I've been pretty bored and lonely recently. I decided to go to the bar late at night. I don't drink much, only for special occasions or when I'm feeling it. I want to have a relationship with a girl. Someone who's equally as lonely as me and will give all their love and attention. Of course I would do the same. Once in a while I do like to get high off of weed or whatever I have. Again, only for special occasions or when I want to. I like to dress like a business woman when I go out. But I also don't want to appear rich, I don't like attracting gold diggers.
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A couple hours passed by and I did some errands to kill some time. It was now 9pm and I wanted to get ready to go to the bar at 11pm. I picked out my outfit and decided on a red suit. It's not something a normal person would wear at a bar, but I kinda want to take someone back home with me. It boosts my confidence a lot and I honestly look better when I'm confident. I did my usual makeup and slipped on my rings and some extra jewelry. I took my time to make myself presentable, but nothing too crazy. I checked the time to see that it was already 11:30pm. I looked at myself one last time and went out the door.
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I arrived there and parked in a tiny space. I decided to take my two door pink Porsche this time. The bar was pretty packed, gives me a lot more girls to choose from. I walked in and saw that everyone was dancing with blaring music. I liked it though, the energy radiated my whole body. I scoped out a couple of girls at the tables, but none of them caught my eye. I made my way to the table and asked for my first drink. I chose something light, nothing too crazy for now. I sipped on it while observing my surroundings. I really wanted to get something going with someone, but it seemed like nothing was going my way. That's completely fine, I was just in the mood to get with someone. I only drank one last shot before I was getting ready to leave, until a brown haired girl came over to me. She was wearing s black dress that fit her body really well. She had very light pale skin, slim hands, beautiful eyes that were blue, hoop earrings, and some rings as well.
"Hi I'm Emma." She said introducing herself.
"Hi Emma, I'm Jenna." I said smiling. Her eyes pierced through me. She was hypnotizing me with them.
"What're you doing here all alone?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Just wanted to see if I could make a friend." I said. She giggled.
"Well you're terrible at that." She said smiling. I playfully rolled my eyes at her. She got closer to me with her shoulder.
"What do you do for fun?" I asked her.
"I like painting and going to the beach. I'm a very artsy person." She said as her eyes lit up. I liked seeing her expressions when she talks about her interests.
"What about you?" Emma asked.
"I like to swim and buy a lot of shit." I said chuckling.
"Oh so you're rich?" She asked.
"No, not exactly." I said smiling.
"Well no one wears a suit to the bar and buys one of the most expensive drinks here." Emma said giving me back her smile.
"I see you've been eyeing me for a while." I said flirting with her.
"Is it because I'm rich." I said as my smile faded away.
"It's because you're exactly my type. And you have cool rings." She said.
"Describe your type in detail." I said grinning.
"I'm attracted to dark hair, dark eyes, professional looking girls, and a lot of jewelry. Obviously personality is more than that, but I'm just so drawn to you." Emma said staring at me.
"You're perfect." I said.
"Not exactly. I can get pretty wild sometimes...if you know what I mean." She said grinning.
"Even better." I said laughing.
"That dress suits you so well." I whispered in her ear. She moved even closer to me, our arms touching now.
"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked.
"How about we dance instead." She said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the dance floor. My heart started beating hard.
"Emma, I don't know how to dance." I said to her.
"It's okay, I'll teach you Jenna." God the way she says my name drives me crazy. She pulled me by the belt loops of my red pants.
"Oh c'mon don't be weak, I didn't even pull you that hard." She said laughing. I held her waist in my hands. Her body fit perfectly with mine. Her's were on my shoulders. I was wearing heels, and she wasn't, so we were about eye level with each other. Slow music started playing and we were swaying lightly back and forth.
"Do you work out?" Emma whispered in my ear. I felt her hot breath on me. My self control was starting to build up.
"I do." I whispered back.
"Yeah I can feel it in your shoulders." She said smiling. Everything she says sounds so hot. Maybe it's just my hormones acting up. I liked her in closer by the waist. My hands traveled down just a little bit lower.
"Is this okay?" I whispered. She took her hands off my shoulders and grabbed my wrists. She guided them down lower.
"That's better." She said, letting out a sigh. Emma rested her head on my shoulder, closing her eyes. Her hands were now on my back. I looked up at the clock at the bar and saw that it was 2am. Time went by fast. I suddenly felt warm wet lips on my neck. I moaned in surprise at her action. Emma kissed me very gentle and light. I rested my hand on the back of her neck. We were still in the middle of the dance floor, enjoying each others presence.
"Do you want to go back to my place?" I whispered, trying to suppress a moan.
"Mhm." She hummed against my neck. I pulled away from her kissing my neck to lead her to my car.
"I'm sorry, your neck is so addicting." She said out of breath.
"What are you a vampire?" I said chuckling.
"No, but I'll act like one for you." She said flirting with me. I opened the car door for her and I took her to my penthouse. I'm so turned on, I wanted her to continue kissing my neck so badly. The things I'm about to do to her gets me so high.