>>57943
I fail to see the problem :^)
(read the story first)
>Jennifer catches Adrian cheating
>she gets the locks changed on their apartment and leaves his belongs outside
>Adrian gets home
>he flips out, breaks a window to get in, and threatens to glass her
>Jennifer calls the police
>the police arrive, calm him down, and tell him to gather his possessions and leave
>Adrian, without much choice, does as he is told
>as he's leaving, he spitefully says to Jennifer: "good luck surviving on your own, bitch"
>she has never had a job and has always relied on Adrian
>luckily the apartment was paid until the end of the year by Adrian
>she resign herself to relying on her savings for now
>a few months pass
>she decides the best solution is to find a new F1 driver to be her boyfriend and provider
>she packs her sluttiest outfit and attends the next F1 race to try and catch a drivers eye
>she gets to the race, catches up with old friends, and flirts outrageously with the drivers
>unfortunately her plan fails when all the current single drivers are losers who are too scared to talk to a girl
>depressed by her plan not only failing, but it also wasting the majority of her savings, she decides to have lunch at McLaren hospitality for the delicious Japanese food in an attempt to cheer herself up
>she notices a women sitting alone and asks if she can sit at her table
>the women enthusiastically agrees to Jennifer's proposal, it's been months since anyone has wanted to sit with her
>the women introduces herself as Brittny, and compliments Jennifer on how classy and sophisticated her outfit is
>they talk as they eat lunch, but Jennifer doesn't really warm to Brittny because she doesn't seem to be the brightest girl
>after she finishes eating Jennifer quickly tells Brittny she has to be somewhere, and excuses herself
>Brittny with a desperate tone in her voice asks Jennifer of they can "do lunch" again next race
>Jennifer tells her she won't be attending any more races in the foreseeable future due to her money problems
>Brittny tries to help by telling Jennifer how she sells her used bikinis on Instagram to make a little bit of money
>Jennifer tries to not laugh at Brittny's demeaning business venture, and politely thanks Brittny for the advice
>a more few months pass
>Jennifer begins looking for a job
>she doesn't want to have to work like, but it's that or starve
>unfortunately being unqualified to do anything but be adorable, she doesn't even get a single interview
>more time passes, and finally Jennifer runs out of savings
>desperate and hungry, she decides to take Brittny's advice
>however, since she is not a bikini model she doesn't have many bikinis to sell
>but she does have an abundance of sexy panties
>reluctantly, she puts up an ad on Instagram for her panties with an email for contact
>as if it wasn't already humiliating enough to be selling her panties, people reply to her post by laughing at her and call her a slut
>she takes down the post, and makes another saying she was "hacked", and that she would never do something that demeaning
>Brittny leaves a rude comment
>depressed and out of ideas, she goes to bed early
>she wakes up the next morning
>there is a new email in her inbox with "Instagram panty ad" in the subject line
>an Australian pervert is offering to buy her panties, as long as they're worn an unwashed
>they haggle for a while, and agree that she will send one pair of dirty panties very week, for $50 a week
>it's not a lot of money, but it's sufficient to buy enough food for tiny girl like Jennifer, who doesn't eat much to keep her figure anyway
>eager to get things underway, Jennifer goes to her panty drawer, selects a sexy thong as requested by the Australian pervert, puts it on and heads off to the gym
>after a tiring gym session of squats, she gets home, takes off her soaking thong, puts it in a sealed ziplok bag and posts it to Australia
>several days later she receives an email from the Australian pervert telling her the panties arrived, and that they smell and taste fantastic
>she's a bit put off by the comment, by reminds herself that she needs the money
>Jennifer continues to dutifully sends her soiled panties to Australia every week, receiving her small fee in return
>she becomes quite adept in stretching her meagre food budget, and can even afford to eat out once every few weeks
>the arrangement continues for a few months, until one day she receives an email from the Australian pervert
>he says he loves her panties, but he already has so many pairs, and can't afford to justify buying even more
>desperate to continue to have money to eat, Jennifer proposes she include some pics of her modelling the panties from now on to sweeten the deal
>the Australian pervert replies that he has already seen pictures of her in her panties on Instagram, and she'll have to offer more than that
>reluctantly, Jennifer agrees
>pic related