a smutty exploration of some thoughts i have about Hennessy being either genderfluid or bigender but repressed about it. Hennessy who dreams a clone of herself, the her she should be, the perfect idealized version of herself. Jordan as Hennessy, except firmly and confidently a and consistently woman. Jordan as Hennessy, except with a dick. Hennessy, obsessed both with Jordan's womanhood, which she won't admit that she doubts in herself, and with Jordan's dick, which she won't admit she covets for herself.
so the fic itself is drunk Hennessy climbing into bed with Jordan and bugging Jordan into letting her touch her dick, the implication being that this happens all the time and Jordan knows damn well it doesn't actually have anything to do with her 😂 like yeah yeah, be quick about it, i wanna go back to sleep, while Hennessy jerks her off panting and moaning and thinking about how, really, that dick is as much hers as it is Jordan's if you think about it, nOT THAT THAT MEANS ANYTHING
very normal fic that i'm definitely gonna finish at some point
From there, Jordan has the job of charming him. Wine in a cup, a hand on his chest. Smiling and giggling like a vapid tart. She’s good at the performance; it’s always all-eyes-on-her while Hennessy counts the bills.
They could just slip something in the drink, take the cash and run, (Hennessy suggested.)
That kind of thing brings trouble though. Any guy that could afford them wouldn’t just dust his hands and move on if he got rolled. They already have enough heat making their usual market work too hot to touch; they can’t get burned on this, too, or they’ll really be strapped (Jordan reasoned.)
The man sits down on the edge of the bed, one hand curved on Jordan’s waist. “Don’t I get both? I thought we’d all play together.”
Jordan smiles, soft and sweet as she places her hand over his to stroke her thumb against his knuckles. “Honey, we’re both here. Don’t worry.”
“But you’re so far apart...” The words trail off. He’s a timid one, which bodes well; even in a situation like this, it’s hard for either girl to handle getting bossed around.
Hennessy steps behind Jordan. “Come on, Luv.” She puts her hands on her waist, thumbs brushing up against the soft lace of her cropped bustier. “You don’t need to be rushing. We’re going to make it worth your time, honest.”
“Hen.” Jordan’s own hands come down to cover Hennessy’s, but she hesitates to push them away. It’s easy to see why: just this little touch has their John looking overwhelmed. If they act right, they might be able to get out of here quick.
Hennessy hides a shark-like grin against the back of Jordan’s neck. Her hands slide up, running over the lace to cup Jordan’s chest. They’d played games like this when they were younger, before the other girls came along and it all lost its charm. The motions come easy – Jordan leaning back against Hennessy to let the show begin.
The grin turns to a kiss. Hennessy peppers Jordan’s shoulders with them, dark lipstick wearing off in lip-shaped stains on her skin. When Jordan’s head lolls back, she puts one on her neck, too. In truth, she’d missed some of this; too much resentment had gotten in the way for them to love each other like this – it almost felt like she should be the one paying.
But she isn’t, and she pulls the bustier off fast than she’d like to hold their patron’s interest. “Great tits,” Hennessy says, earning a chuckle because they look just like her own. She holds as much as she can in her palm, squeezing them together and tracing the sharp edges of manicured nails over Jordan’s sensitive nipples. “Best thing about it,” Hennessy pretends to address the man, but her voice is too low, too close to Jordan’s ear. “I know exactly where to touch.”
“She looks like she likes that,” their mark says, hand down his pants. He’s close enough to touch and he does, thumbing one nipple with his free hand.
Jordan lets out a soft noise at the touch. It’s still an act – it has to be.
Still jealous, Hennessy pulls her a step back, holding her possessively.
“Hen,” Jordan gasps.
Right. She needs to play it off. Maybe play it to her advantage. She swallows and forces herself to meet the man’s eyes. “Want to see what happens when I use my mouth?”
