What Others Want: A Kenzie Anne Story

Amy wraps up her show, bubbly as hell, blowing kisses while her big tits strain against her tiny top. The second the cam clicks off, that smile dies and she sits in the quiet, wiping off her makeup like she's erasing the whole night. Her phone rings. Jay. New guy, new vibe, that dangerous mix of sweet talk and dirty promises. He wants her over, says he's got a proposal, won't spill it until she's there. She feels those butterflies and pictures roses and a girlfriend label, so she rushes to get ready. She shows up and he starts laying it on thick. Tells her she's gorgeous, tells her he never thought about the girls behind the porn until her. Amy smiles but feels that awkward twist in her gut. Then he gets to the point. He wants a threesome. Wants her blonde friend, the one she sometimes fucks on camera. Wants Lindsey over right now so they can all play. Amy's stomach drops. She was hoping for commitment, not a playdate. Jay keeps touching her, hyping her up, and she feels nothing. Still, she calls Lindsey, voice flat, and sets it up. Tonight isn't turning into romance. It's turning into exactly what Jay wanted.