<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/033561521b915fa11c23d399408e9996/tumblr_nesq517oZL1rm7fruo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jeni Mae (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721853#msg10721853)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering Private Dining Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nadia, Lori, Ethan, Morgan<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Short white skirt, long black socks, black platform tennis shoes, tight white V-neck top, and her favorite leather jacket.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>So embarrassed. Borderline mortified.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh my god, I'm so late!! Uncle Ethan is going to kill me! He's going to murder me! Oh my god, I'm going to get kicked out of the operation already!" Jeni began to mutter from her lightly glossed and full pink lips. Her black tennis shoes with slight platform heels to give her already extremely petite, slender, and most of all short body some height, but mostly the sounds of the scurrying up the concrete floors of Chinatown in San Francisco. Already she was on the other side of town, but she had miscalculated how long it would take her to get from the 'secret' cabin in the woods and back into the city. Climbing her feet up one of the long and steep hills of Chinatown she tried to make her way toward one of her favorite buss stops. Running by one of the sliding doors opening to a cold stack of ice and fully intact dead and drained pigs being brought into the various restaurants to be butchered, cook, or sold. The smell of food, spices, and decay was heavy on her nostrils as she made her way to the buss stop in question. Barely sliding her body inside before the doors shut and she would have to wait another ten minutes for the next. Breathing heavily, but happy that she could relax for just a moment before arriving to the destination.<br/><br/>By the time she reached Giorgio's she looked at the pink straps of the Hello Kitty watch on her hand. Noticing how the longer arm was already far past the indicated time she was supposed to arrive. Pouting her plush and pink lips out of her pale skinned face. Emerging from the bus stop by jumping down from the last step. The sidewalks were even and aligned in this rich area of town. The smell of perfumes, exhaust, and garlic hung heavy on her nose while she neared the restaurant. When she finally stepped inside of the door, it was obvious that the woman was young. Although with a questionable wonder of what exact age she was hanging around her. The ruffled and white skirt hung just above her mid-thigh - showing off the creamy skin that lacked any birth marks of imperfections. Long black stockings came up past her kneecaps, but the back of her thighs exposed up into the curve of her ass. Short enough that while she was briskly walking to the hostess counter, she stripped over her own feet. Falling forward just enough to make her back hunch down and her white skirt to ride up. Revealing the black nature of her boyshort panties, while her arms flung out forward to keep herself balanced. "Hess party!" she quickly exclaimed while wobbling her arms to either side, trying to prevent a fall and not hit her chin on the hostess stand.<br/><br/>Maybe it was the way her white shirt hugged her ample cleavage peaking through the V-neck of her shirt. Or maybe it was the black leather jacket draped over the shoulders. Even possibly the way her long and straight locks of black hair were tied up into two buns on opposing sides of her head. But the hostess gave her a long look. Knowing that everyone else who had entered that particular dining room had the essence of adulthood and that there wasn't a teenager birthday party going on. Awkwardly, Jeni waited while the hostess gave her a long look. Biting her bottom lip and wrapping her arm to her shoulder. Tugging on it as her body language indicated that she was closing herself off. Although a few more painful seconds, which felt like a lifetime to the worrying and late Jeni - she found herself making her way inside of the private dinging area. Brushing a few wild strands of her black hair behind her ear while smoothing out the wrinkles of her white shirt. Readjusting her bra when no one was looking a she slid her hands into her shirt. Pulling one of he soft pillows up against the confines of her bra when the doors abruptly open. The young Asian woman embarrassingly being shown with her hand halfway down her shirt - while adjusting her breasts within her bra.<br/><br/>Quickly she withdrew her hand from her shirt, her red face blushing even further as she hung her head low. Taking a few steps in and muttering in a soft tone, suddenly intimidated by all the different people in the area. "Sorry I'm late..." she said under her breath and then turned her brown and cat-eye lined eyes up toward the women sitting next to each other. Another painful streak of embarrassment hitting her when noticing Nadia and Morgan. Nadia, for more reason than one, had embarrassed Jeni on many occasions and since their last encounter she had secretly wished to never see her. Out of sheer shame and embarrassment and he same went for Morgan. Seeing the two women who at one time in her life she would have considered a friend, more so Morgan than Nadia - because Morgan hadn't abandoned her in the middle of the night. Although there was absolutely no hatred or ill-will toward Nadia, just embarrassment and shame from their previous encounter. Locking her eyes with the pair of intimidating women sitting beside each other, Jeni bit her bottom lip and tried to not lower her eyes toward their curvy thighs, and lightly said with a soft and faded voice, "H-hi Morgan...Hi Nadia..." Darting her eyes away from them and walking around the table. Seeing no other familiar faces besides Lori already here and of course her Uncle Ethan. A pit dropped in the bottom of her stomach, as she did not want to explain how she knew Nadia and Morgan to him - it would have embarrassed her so and she was still of the age where she enjoyed hiding particular thing from her adopted father.<br/><br/>With a sigh of relief she ran her hands along Lori's shoulders. So happy that there were at least two stable people she could trust here. Her white French tipped fingernails dragging long the sides of her shoulder blades, before she pulled out a seat next to her Uncle Ethan. Looking up at his intimidating features and hen sinking low in her seat. Muttering to Ethan, "Sorry I'm late, but I was just preparing what you told me to do. I got distracted because there was too much dirt on the van, so I had to clean it. Plus you know the little hole in the drivers..." Jeni's voice began to get so small and inaudible because of her continue drop of volume. Seeming to sink further and further down into her chair - feeling so small while her eyes again darted to Nardia and Morgan. The pit in her stomach beginning to grow while she tasted salt in the back of her mouth.<br/><br/>She was so embarrassed, she wished she could disappear.