A Grand Debut [Jenna]

[JOLENE MILLER]

Jo knew that some people had certain rules that one ought to follow when traveling by plane. She knew that most of the rabble that flew to get around didn't really bother dressing nicely, as they'd have to take their shoes off and such while passing through security. She knew that as a rule, one was supposed to dress down in order to keep everything moving quickly.

Jolene liked to take these rules and substitute them with her own.

Having already checked her four bags, Jo made her way through security. She could give less than a shit about the groans she solicited when taking off her jewelry. Some woman had the audacity to shout at her about how she was supposed to leave it all at home or check it with her luggage. Jolene felt utterly justified. Every single piece of jewelry was American flag themed. It was perfect. She gave a wink to the cute attendant as she passed through, just her way of letting the TSA know that she appreciated all that they did. When one was a public figure such as Jolene Miller, one had to know how to schmooze their way through any situation. It always paid to save face in a public setting.

The flight was rather lackluster. Jolene's one complaint about it was that no one recognized her. Of course, she was wearing her enormous sun hat and sunglasses, but that was the point! What fun was it if she had to broadcast her identity! She should be ID'ed ANYWHERE! Without anyone to appreciate her fame, Jolene sat sulking in her first class seat, enshrouded in a rather the rather heavy stench of perfume that she'd practically drowned herself in. In her opinion it was FAR better to plan ahead when taking public transportation. One simply never knew when one would be shoved up against a disgusting, smelly citizen.

With flight over and bags in hand (two in each, to be precise) Jolene marched through the airport, looking for her darling skank of a cousin. Sure, Jolene had to live with the pathetic whore for a while, at least until she established herself in the city, but that didn't mean she had to LIKE it.

Finally, she spotted her. God, that bloated fucking whale of a cousin had lost weight. For the first time, Jolene could at least sort of start to understand why the filthy little tramp could make it as a model. She could START to understand how the twat would be considered pretty on some low-level runway in the back of someone's yard. She certainly wasn't meant for the national acclaim she'd seemed to claw out for herself. It was unfair, it was WRONG, for her to outshine Jolene the way she did!

Oh well, it wouldn't last.

"OH MY GOSH!" Jolene squealed, bags flying as she ran up to the trashy wreck. "CUZZY! I haven't seen you in FOREVER!" Dropping the bags at her feet and grabbing Jenna's shoulders, Jolene quickly darted in to kiss the air on each side of her cheeks, as obviously the French were accustomed to. "Oh gosh, where's your car? Can your man get my bags? You HAVE a man, don't you? Oh, we have so much to catch up on!

Outfit

[JENNA GRAY]

”I said nine-David, I…fuck.” The limousine was pulling up to the curb at John F. Kennedy International Airport, and Jenna could smell the fumes burning fuel from here. Airports. Jenna had always harbored a strange aversion to the things. Perhaps it was those damned security checkpoints, with the guards whose eyes were constantly roving, prying through her personal belongings, examining what lay beneath her clothing. She often felt, in airports, as if some strange man’s fingers were constantly within her, feeling the intricacies of her body and soul, yanking her most prized secrets out into the open.

God, it was going to be one of those days, wasn’t it? She could already feel the clenching in her stomach as she mouthed a brief “ten” at her limousine driver and stepped onto the curb. She waved herself through the first check-in point, strolling briskly through the airport and talking furiously into her phone. ”The microphone goes on the table with the flowers, David, not the…Jesus, okay, can you put Jeff on? I don’t…”

Was this the baggage claim? Jenna’s experience with airports was almost exclusively limited to midnight arrivals on her private jet: she was therefore completely unaccustomed to procedures like this. She glimpsed a turnstile and waited patiently. Jolene would come through here, right? She had to come through here. If there was one thing Jenna knew about Jolene Miller it was that she carried quite a bit of baggage. ”David, just let me talk to Jeff, alright? I said…oh, Jeff, great, thanks. Microphone on the table with the flowers? Perfect. Now what I need you to do is go over to Dylan’s at the corner of 86th and 3rd, and pick up…”

"OH MY GOSH!" Jolene squealed, bags flying as she ran up to the trashy wreck. "CUZZY! I haven't seen you in FOREVER!"

Oh lord.

”Jolene! Erm, one second, dear.” Jenna resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Cuzzy? How perfectly juvenile. Well, she was only twenty-one. Had Jenna used such…childish abbreviations at age twenty one? Well, perhaps so. In any case, she had more important things to think about than this young woman. ”Jeff, I’m going to have to call you back, alright? Do not…I said do not leave the building without setting the alarm, alright? There’ve been reports of…yes, I know, I know.”

She pocketed her phone, rolling her eyes and brushing a bead of sweat from her face, at which point she was assaulted by kisses on both cheeks. ”Ah, er, hello.” She returned the gesture clumsily, feeling Jay spit within her as she pursed her lips in the nauseatingly feminine manner. But she hardened herself to the feelings, as she always did. If there was one person before whom she wasn’t going to crumple it was Jolene Miller. ”How are you, Jolene dear?”

"Oh gosh, where's your car? Can your man get my bags? You HAVE a man, don't you? Oh, we have so much to catch up on!

”Erm, man, yes,” Jenna replied, completely taken aback by the sudden bombardment. She thumbed through the menu on her phone and rang her driver. ”Hey, Dick, could you send someone for my cousin’s bags?” She turned to face Jolene again, thoughts of financial accounts and interior decoration for tonight’s benefit still racing through her head. She’d be dropping her cousin off at the apartment, give a quick tour, and then off to the club to finish the day’s work. No need to focus on pleasantries. ”So, Jolene, I’m still a bit unclear as to…what, exactly, it is that brings you her to New York?” Her voice was aimless. She really did not have time for this.

She ain’t naked

[JOLENE MILLER]

Oh dear Lord. Jolene wondered when this entitled bitch had thought to take on the air of superiority. What was the aging whore, 24? 25? She had no right, no fucking right to act like she was any better than Jolene and tlak with that snarky ass condescending tone. Everyone else may have been wowed by the pretty little picture that the bitch was presenting herself as, but Jolene would always remember the awkward little dyke that would stink up the family reunions. It was always out of pity that she and her disgusting little nuclear family even got invited. Jolene was of a better stock and she knew it. Jenna had to work to present herself as someone worth talking to. Jolene was born that way and nothing anyone ever did would be able to take it from her. She was of the Miller family, the famous golf dynasty, and all she had to do was hit a ball well and she would keep the fame and notoriety that surrounded her. Jenna, well, that was another story entirely. She would constantly be watched. She would constantly be judged by the public. A little slip, a single less than graceful misstep and she would fall from whatever lofty perch upon which she'd set up shop.

And Jolene would laugh hysterically when she read all about it in the tabloids the next day before the name Jenna Gray eventually faded into obscurity.

"Oh my gosh, you are like, totally the bestest!" If the bitch insisted on acting all high and mighty, Jolene might as well mess with her for it. If she couldn't outright knock her off her high horse, Jolene might as well cause her more than a little chagrin. The dumb whore would surely be more than a little embarrassed to be seen with a rather public display of cousinly love and Jolene did everything loud. The more attention the better and if it caused Jenna to lose face it would be even better.

"Oh gosh, don't even get me started on the whole thing," Jolene sighed dramatically, signifying that there was nothing in the world she would rather talk about as she started walking off towards the exit of the airport, not really caring if Jenna was following in her wake. It was her show now, whether Jenna knew it or not.

"I mean, honestly darling, the whole thing was ridiculous! All it was was a bit of a car accident. A baby one! Not even that bad. And it's like I always say, it takes two to make an accident, and the stupid welfare queen shouldn't have been walking her dog that late at night in the first place. I mean, is it really my fault if I was driving that far on the sidewalk? The dog should have known better than to be that close to the road. Hell, the owner should have known to hold onto the little bastard's leash if she'd really cared that much." By this point, sniffing a little at the absurdity of the whole tale, Jolene had led the two of them outside the automatic glass doors and looked around for their ride.

"Hey hun? Are you parked around here? I mean, I know a bit of a walk would do you some good, but I'd really rather not have to go too far, y'know? Could you have your man pull up a bit closer? Thanks, you're a doll." For the first time since starting her entire tirade, Jolene turned around and shot Jenna a quick beam of a smile.

[JENNA GRAY]

Yes. This was good. A bit of a kink had been smoothed out with regard to the geranium placement on the border of the anteroom, and other preparations had been going as smoothly as to be expected with Jeff in charge. The benefit would run smoothly. She’d had more stressful afternoons, to be sure. This was going well, this was going well. She’d drop off the barking little puppy at the apartment, she’d touch up her eyeliner, and then she’d be on her merry way.

"Oh my gosh, you are like, totally the bestest!"

Jenna tried to keep the weariness out of her smile, but the attempt failed. It had been a halfhearted one anyways, she reasoned politely in the back of her mind, as her weak grin flashed itself to her cousin. Unsure of how to respond to the, er, compliment, she focused back in on the important tasks at hand, recalibrating her phone to the Bluetooth chip in her ear as it buzzed in her pocket. ”Better be joy, Jeff.”

But as Jeff began to rattle off the numbers of the night’s payroll, she could still hear her cousin buzzing like a little insect in the background. Oh dear God, what on Earth was she going on about now? Something about dogs and…”Jeff, hold on a second, go confirm with Trisha about the press release. Jolene dear, I’m sorry, but you weren’t saying you…” She shook her head. ”No, I’m sorry, I swear I must have misheard…I could’ve sworn you were saying you’d…hit a dog?” With a car? Dear lord, she couldn’t have. Not in such a manner as to necessitate her making such a journey to New York City, of all places. How incompetent of a…

Jeff was back on the line. ”Well, take her call and tell her I’ll give her a call at the next available—oh, Jeff, for God’s sake, just have Cindy take it. I said just have Cindy take it, Jeff, I don’t have time for this!”

Jenna resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Jolene’s request. Breathing deeply and trying her hardest to ignore the blatant jab, she switched to the other line on her Bluetooth. ”Dick? Could you bring the car around to terminal A? A guest of mine’s been having a bit of…difficulty.” She tried to return Jolene’s smile, but the desire manifested itself as more of a lopsided grimace. Jesus, she was going to need to work on this diplomacy thing.

She watched the car pull around and nodded at the tall, pale man who stepped out. ”Dick will take your bags,” she said to Jolene, as pleasantly as she could. She could feel her insides bursting with the effort of giving this woman a fair chance. But with the way she was dressed, well…her prospects were looking rather bleak. Her mannerisms were quite another matter entirely. She opened the door and inclined her head, inviting Jolene to enter. Make it snappy, she mouthed to Dick as he closed the trunk and took his seat in the front. She glanced at her watch nervously, scanning the airport to see if any of the pedestrians currently piling into the long line of vans along the sidewalk looked like they might be future guests at her benefit. She was going to be late for sound check if she didn’t pick of the pace, and heaven only knew what would happen if she left that to Jeff.