Page 16 of Broken
Jacqueline unscrewed the bottle and took a mouthful, letting the bubbles tickle her tongue before swallowing it down. Leslie fished her phone from her jumpsuit pocket.
“Can you take a few pics of me?”
“Of course.” Jacqueline took another swig before snapping a few shots.
When she stopped, Leslie unbuttoned the sleeveless jumpsuit and slipped it off her shoulders, revealing a see-through bra. Behind it sat the largest breasts Jacqueline had ever seen.
She understood the whole “bigger is better” thing, but there was a point when something good goes bad. In this case, Leslie’s boobs needed their own zip code. They were that big.
Jacqueline glanced down at her own chest. Her breasts weren’t large, but they weren’t small either. She’d always liked the size and shape of her girls. She’d never heard any complaints from her lovers either, but if she had, she would have booted them to the curb.
As she returned her gaze to her well-endowed sister, she wondered if maybe she was missing out on a new and sexier life.
Leslie struck several provocative poses, using the champagne glass and the long neck of the sparkling water bottle as props. Jacqueline had to hand it to her sister. She definitely knew how to work the camera.
When Leslie finished with the impromptu photo shoot, she didn’t even bother to cover herself up. While Jacqueline had a wild streak of her own, she played things more conservatively when not at her club. Clearly, Leslie was proud of her enhancement.
“What do you think?” Leslie asked, hefting her boobs.
“They’re definitely much bigger. Why are you thinking of going larger?”
“For my career, duh.”
“You don’t need bigger boobs. You’re a success. Did you ditch the waitress gig and the retail job?”
Leslie rolled her eyes. “I’m soooo done with those. They sucked. I’m all about my modeling career.”
“I get that. I’ve been focusing on my career too.”
Ignoring Jacqueline’s comment, Leslie opened her modeling book. “Check out my look books.”
Clearly, her sister wasn’t interested in hearing what was going on in Jacqueline’s life. Another flicker of sadness settled into her bones. Leslie had been a talkeranda listener.
Not anymore.
Maybe the pendulum would swing back. She hoped that for her sister.
As Leslie flipped through the pages of her modeling portfolio, Jacqueline felt sorry for her. Each pose was more provocative than the one before. While they were definitely sexy, several were super slutty. She was seeing more of her sister than she needed to.
Since Jacqueline had done a lot more than pose for pics, she had no business saying anything judgy to Leslie, so she stayed silent.
“Ooo, you’re in LA,” Leslie blurted. “I should definitely visit you. I’ll have to make some calls, see if I can set up some meetings.”
“I’m in San Francisco.”
“How close is that to LA?”
“Six hours if you drive, but you could fly—”
“Well, of course I’d fly, but what’s the point. I thought you were in LA.”
Jacqueline needed to leave. She’d heard enough, seenmorethan enough. “I’ve gotta take off.”
Surprise flashed in Leslie’s eyes. “You haven’t seen the photos inthisportfolio.” She tapped the cover of the other book with her pointy fingernail.
“I’ve got plans.” Jacqueline set down the bottle and headed toward the front door.
Leslie’s stilettos clacked on the shiny floor as she hurried after her. “I’ve got plans too.”
