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Jeannine has been a big sister to me since my fiancé ran
off leaving me too penniless to buy a ticket home from Vegas. She took me in
and in no time got me a gig dancing at Cheetah’s four afternoons a week, saving
too little and living too large.
I finally did get home to Georgia, but things didn’t go
well there. So here I am again, down and out on Jeannine’s doorstep. The thing
about Jeannine, she lets me talk my problems out and then suggests resolutions that
wouldn’t occur to me in a billion years.
She opened the
door to her penthouse apartment smiling and looking all put-together in a white
pants suit with every blonde hair in place. “Come in, Nikki, and take a load
off. I’m fixing your favorite tonight, coq au vin. You’ve got time to hit the
Jacuzzi before dinner.”
“You’re my angel,
Jeannine. What would I do without you?”
refreshing soak and my best meal in months, we took our coffees to the den and
sat at the table by the floor-to-ceiling windows, where I tried not to gawk at
the city lights. As soon as I got comfortable, she asked, “What’s up?”
So, right off I spilled the beans. “I’m pregnant, Jay.
I’ve come for an abortion.”
“You didn’t use protection? I’m sure I taught you
“I’d just gotten off the IUD and back on the pill. And I
left the damn things at my mom’s. It was too late before I even missed them.”
“I suppose the father is Luke, the guy you told me
“I’m sure of it.”
“What does he have to say about your little surprise?”
“He doesn’t know yet.”
Jeannine stared at me for a long while. “I see.” After
another pause, she asked, “What makes you so cocksure you want to abort this
baby? Without even telling the father?”
She reached across the table, brushed the napkin aside
and took my hands, one in each of hers. “The procedure’s no big deal. I’ve had
two myself. What are you afraid of?”
“Of making the wrong decision. Of aborting a child I
might want later. Or letting the father talk me into keeping a child I don’t
“Forget the abortion then. Have your baby here and work
for me in the meantime.”
“And do what with the kid?”
“Decide later. To keep it or adopt it out.”
“Suppose I did that? What good would I be to you
“Don’t you know preggo escorts command big bucks?””
snorted. “You’re not in Georgia anymore.” She let my hands go and stood up.
“Stay with me for now. Once your milk comes, I can market you from the bay to
the border for $1,000 a pop. Before then, we’ll book you cruises with sugar
daddies. You’ll clear fifty grand before the baby comes.”
our coffee cups. “Plus there are videos.” Her face lit up.
and strolled[JM3]across the room, took a couple of boxed DVD’s from the
built-in bookshelves and brought them over and handed them to me. “Check these
out. There’s big demand for stuff like this.”
I scanned the covers and whistled. “Ready to
Pop” showed a full frontal view of a bottle blonde who looked eleven months
pregnant. She had a pronounced outie and an overhang which hid most of her dark
bush. The cover of “About to Burst” featured a swollen-breasted brunette just
as naked and just as pregnant.
said. “I would never have thought.”
you got me for.” Jeannine sat down again and searched my face. “Cruises,
videos, escorting. I’ll handle all the arrangements. Fifty-fifty split?”
“I haven’t been
to a doctor. I should see one before we make too many plans.”
aborting, keeping, and adopting out, you might consider something else, but
don’t pee your pants when I mention it.”
girl like you, with your modeling credits, could sell your baby for more than
most people make in a year."
I gulped, and
my eyes must have gotten big as my coffee cup. “I couldn’t…”
shook her head. “It’s another option, that’s all I’m saying.”
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