by Lia Marsh
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by Lia Marsh
Copyright © 2013 by Lia Marsh - All rights reserved.
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are above the age of eighteen, and all sexual acts depicted are consensual.
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Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and above.
Chapter 1: One Girl… Two Girls
Jenya waited impatiently for Mike to show up. She was at the usual hotel room at the usual time, but he was late. She had been rather surprised he had called her. For the past three weeks, when she would call, he would always have an excuse for not booking her services. It was fine by her; he was just another John, but she had to wonder if he had found someone cheaper to hire.
Last week, she called and left him her usual message, that she was free on the designated time and day but this time when he called her back, he had work for her. Unlike before, Mike was rather evasive when she asked what he had planned. It wasn’t like she really had to know, but it was nice to get a head’s up as she got in the past.
This time he simply said he had something big in the works and to meet him at the same time, same day of the week, same hotel room. When she arrived, a key was already waiting for her. She signed in and resigned to the room to wait. He was almost forty-five minutes past due.
Jenya eyed her purse and was about to nab it to leave when she heard the keycard slide into the door and the lock click. A second later, Mike and another woman came walking through the door. She eyed the girl then moved her gaze to him.
“You’re late,” she scoffed.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “I had some last minute details to smooth out before coming.”
“Last minute details, huh?” Jenya smirked and directed her eyes to the young woman.
“Oh, this is Clarinda,” Mike jerked his head to the side. “Clarinda, this is Jenya.”
“A pleasure,” Clarinda said sweetly with a smile.
Jenya eyed her dubiously, wondering what preschool Mike picked her up from. She looked young, eighteen or nineteen tops. Granted Jenya was still in her early twenties, Clarinda just looked young, too young. Jenya wondered why the girl was there.
“So, let’s talk business,” Mike said greedily and rubbed his hands together.
“Please, let’s,” Jenya turned her attention back to him.
“A friend of a friend is getting married in a couple of weeks and we decided to throw him a stag party,” Mike said. “There’ll be twenty or thirty guys there.”
“Okay,” Jenya said whimsically. “So what’s with Ms. Teeny-Bopper?”
Clarinda wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at Jenya. Jenya just rolled her eyes and huffed.
Christ! I can’t believe she isn’t blonde! She must have used a ton of color to get rid of it. I have a bad feeling I’m not going to like where I see this going.
“Consider her back-up,” Mike said.
Jenya opened her mouth to protest but he cut her off.
“I know you could probably handle it, but it would take days to let all the guys have a couple of shots at you,” he explained. “So I figured she could help spread the wealth. Besides, she’s pretty new to the job and figured you were the best I know. She’d learn a lot from you.”
Jenya stifled a snort. She didn’t need to have her ego stroked like some guy did. She knew she was good. Her bank account was proof of that. But if Mike was paying his usual fee, she didn’t mind showing Clarinda a few tricks of the trade.
Clarinda smiled hopefully and oddly enough it warmed Jenya’s heart. Jenya studied the girl for a moment. She noticed how tight her ass seemed and her breasts were decent-sized, perfect for her slender frame. She had some ideas about the show and one of them included her and Clarinda getting it on together.
Jenya had only been with one other woman, only once. It was a couple of years ago. Her name was Beatrice and her husband had paid Jenya to sleep with her. Beatrice, like a lot of women, fantasized about being with another women. Most women keep it just that, a fantasy, but Beatrice got to experience it through Jenya.
It was pretty hot, in a different way though, but very satisfying. Beatrice was several years older than Jenya so it was pretty powerful teaching an older woman the nuances of eating pussy. Jenya would have thought that Beatrice would have just done what she liked her husband to do. That’s what Jenya did. She simply did what she knew she would have liked and let the rest fall into place.
She realized it wouldn’t quite be the same with Clarinda. They’d be putting on a show. It wouldn’t be just the two of them, locked away for hours while they explored each other with their mouths and tongues and fingers. Jenya shivered a bit as she thought about that experience.
It was the only time she had ever felt a little nervous or self-conscious about fulfilling the trick. Like Beatrice, she had no experience with another woman, so in essence they were both virgins when it came to that. Being she was a professional, Jenya knew she had to perform to a certain standard and had been doubtful she would be able to. People rarely lived up to fantasies; that’s why they were fantasies.
Jenya closed her eyes for the merest of moments. During that brief reverie, remembered Beatrice's touch, her smell, her taste. She remembered easing herself between the older woman's creamy thighs and taking her first taste of pussy. It was hot and exhilarating and Jenya decided that the next time she masturbated, she was going to fuck herself to that exact memory.
"Well?" Mike intruded into her recollection.
"You're the one with the cash," Jenya returned. "Where are we supposed to do this at?"
"I got a great place already set up," he snickered.
The three of them left the hotel room and made for Mike's car. They piled in and after a moment of cranking the engine and cursing, the sped off to wherever it was he had planned. Jenya had the feeling it was going to be a very interesting day.
Chapter 2: Undress for Success
About an hour later, the trio pulled up in front of a large, ritzy house. It was landscaped to the nines and came furnished with its own valet and butler. Mike told them that the groom-to-be, Austin, lived there and everything was already set up.
Clarinda was simply awestruck. Jenya had seen a few places as nice or a bit nicer in the past so she didn't remark on every exquisite piece of detail as they walked in. They could already hear a mob of men horsing around and getting drunk.
"This way," Mike said. "I don't want them to see you two yet."
"Okay," Clarinda pouted.
Jenya wrinkled her nose at her new partner and followed Mike. They passed a series of guest rooms as they walked down a long corridor. Mike stopped at the end and nodded at the door.
"There you ladies go," he smiled.
The ornate door opened and Davey appeared. He startled then eyed Jenya.
I swear, if he says one more thing about any fucking ice, I'm going to kick him in the balls so hard that when he jacks off, he'll cum from his nose.
"Hi Jenya," he said then quickly glanced to Clarinda. "She as good as this one?"
"No likely," Jenya smirked and pushed past him and into the bedroom.
It was set up like a dressing room. There were two stations for the girls to get ready at. Someone had piled a number of lingerie outfits on the bed. Jenya assumed they were to pick out something to
wear from the mess.
"So there you girls go," Mike said and glared at Davey. "You should find everything you're gonna need in there. Make-up, hairspray, outfits. The works!"
"Great," she replied and yanked Clarinda in with her. "I'm sure it is just fine."
The girls looked around the room then started to pick through the pile of outfits. Clarinda swooned over a sexy corset and pressed it against her body to model for Jenya glanced over at her and shook her head.
"Why not?" Clarinda asked.
"Because, it'll be a bitch to take off," Jenya pointed out. She tossed the young woman a pair of panties and bra. "Wear these. Sexy, tiny, and a cinch to get off."
"Makes sense," Clarinda returned. "Seems like you do a lot of work for Mike. This is only my second time getting hired by him."
"Yeah," Jenya mused as she picked through the rubble of clothing to piece together her own outfit. "He and the boys have been very charitable to my checkbook."
"Ah," Clarinda smiled then suddenly pointed at Jenya. "You! You're the one he and his friends fucked the hell out of!"
"Yep," she answered proudly. "Not many women can handle 8 or 10 guys in a sitting."
"Wow!" Clarinda shouted. "I am definitely going to take notes on you. I couldn't imagine taking on that many cocks."
Hmmmm. Maybe she isn't half bad. She's eager and almost reminds me of myself. I've been a bit unfair to her. She's nice.
"It's a talent."
The girls stripped down and started to get ready. They talked strategy while pimping their hair and refreshing their makeup. Clarinda suggested they go out and start stripping then start making their rounds through the crowd. Jenya shook her head quickly.
"Too early," she said. "You have to get them riled up. The more they want you, the more they are willing to pay to get you."
"So, then what?" Clarinda asked.
"Let's warm them up with a little girl-girl action," she answered. "We can tease and flirt with each other while we strip. I like the idea of stripping. Most men love watching to women fuck. It'll turn them into putty."
"I see," the younger woman said quietly. "I've never been with another woman before."
"It's easy," Jenya explained. "Just think of me as a guy, but with a great rack and no dick."
Clarinda looked at her with a confused expression. Jenya thought it made sense but apparently not to Clarinda. Jenya smiled and pulled her still-naked partner to her.
"Kiss me," Jenya said. "Kiss me like you would kiss a man."
Clarinda sucked her lower lip in between her teeth then finally nodded. Jenya smiled and nodded in return before giving Clarinda a little more explanation. Jenya pulled her closer. Their naked bodies pressed together hotly and their arms wrapped around the other. Their eyes closed and they leaned in.
Clarinda gasped softly at the touch of Jenya's lips on hers. They were moist and delicate and hungry and unlike anything the young woman had ever experienced before. Their kiss deepened and the girls slowly parted their lips and explored each other’s mouths with their tongues.
“Wow!” Clarinda gasped after the kiss. “That was fucking incredible!”
It took Jenya a moment to recover. She wasn’t attracted to Clarinda but the kiss made her remember Beatrice. She smiled then settled on an outfit.
“See, easy enough, right?” she asked.
“Seemed like it,” Clarinda answered. “So, what’s the plan?”
Jenya stripped naked and started to put on the bra and panty set she picked out for herself. She thought about it. There was a stage, so they were going to take advantage of that. There should be music too. She didn’t think of anything too complex.
“I was thinking we could just go out on stage and start dancing sexy like,” she explained. “You know, wiggling our asses, jutting out our tits, things guys like to see.”
“Of course,” Clarinda offered.
“As we dance, we should start dancing with each other, rubbing our bodies together and stuff,” Jenya paused for a moment. “Then act like it’s turning us on. Start kissing and feeling each other up and just go from there until we’re eating each other out.”
“Sounds hot,” the young woman commented. “I’m sure watching us will get them rather excited.”
“Guaranteed!” Jenya ended.
Jenya knew what most men liked and expected given each different encounter. She had quite a bit of experience and told herself just to imagine she was on stage with Beatrice. The thought made her pussy ache and she reached down to touch herself when Clarinda wasn’t looking. She found herself quite wet already.
Chapter 3: Twice as Nice
Mike stood next to the stage with a microphone. The crowd of men were already in a frenzy as they waited for the show to start. He waved his arms, riling them up even more. He excelled in showmanship and today he was spot on.
“Maestro!” he shouted to the D.J. across the room.
The lights dimmed. Music began to throb through the enormous living room and the stage lit up in a flurry of dancing lights and strobes. Mike turned to the stage and pointed. He held the mic end-up and shouted.
“Without further ado, Jenya and Clarinda!”
The crowd erupted with applause and shouts and hollers. The two women strutted from the shadows and headed toward the stage. Their breasts bounced seductively with each step. Their asses jiggled and their eyes flirted across the room, making the briefest of contact with each man present.
They hit center stage and started to dance. Jenya’s body undulated erotically. She moved sinuously to the rhythm of the music. Clarinda watched her from the corner of her eyes and tried to mimic her dance.
Jenya was in her zone. Her face was full of confidence and sexuality. Her hips pumped side to side and she leaned forward to give the guys a good look at her delicious cleavage. She squeezed her tits together with her arms to heighten the effect.
Clarinda started off a little clumsy but settled in just fine. She abandoned her attempt to mirror Jenya. Instead she spun a few slow rounds and ended with her back facing the men. She slowly smoothed her hands down the backs of her thighs and calves, bending just right to give them a great view of her supple ass.
Mike nodded his approval and spewed words of encouragement through the microphone. Davey was sitting with Austin toward the front middle. He leaned over and shouted through the thong of bass.
“I told you he knew how to throw a party!” Davey hollered.
“Hell yeah!” the groom-to-be answered back and slowly shifted his eyes back and forth between the women.
“Okay,” Jenya mouthed to her counterpart. “Come this way.”
The women started to dance close to each other. They bent and gave the guys a great side view of their asses shimmying together. The straightened and rubbed their back’s and shoulders together.
“Bra!” Jenya did her best to keep her voice low so the guys wouldn’t hear her over the beat.
In unison, the girls slowly reached up and unclasped their bras. They worked the straps down over their shoulders before finally ripping the frilly covers off and tossing them into the crowd. The guys shouted and cheered at their first look of the girls’ tits.
Jenya’s were slightly larger than Clarinda’s but her nipples were a tad smaller. They squeezed their tits and teased their hard nipples while they danced. They continued to rub their asses together until Jenya turned around.
She pressed her body against Clarinda’s. She ground her hips into the young woman’s undulating ass. When she reached around and cupped the girl’s breasts, she swore she heard her moan despite the roar of excitement from the men.
“You’re doing great,” she whispered into Clarinda’s ear.
Clarinda responded by reaching back and placing her hands on Jenya’s hips. They moved and writhed together. The more they did, the more aroused they became. Jenya could tell Clarinda was enjoying this very much beyond just putting on a show for the party.
“You have such a gorgeous
body,” Jenya hissed, teasing her partner. “I can’t wait to slip my tongue into your succulent pussy.”
Clarinda groaned and turned around in Jenya’s arms. She pressed her breasts against her mentor’s and they bumped their panty-covered pussies into each other’s thighs. They locked eyes, their lips dangerously close to the others’, while they explored slowly with their hands.
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Mike chanted through the microphone.
He pumped his arms in the air to encourage the crowd. Within moments, they were all shouting for the girls to kiss. Who were Jenya and Clarinda to deny a ravenous crowd their desires.
They closed their eyes and kissed hungrily. Their tongues swirled and darted back and forth, letting long strings of saliva drip from their mouths onto their tits. The crushed their chests together and moved and smeared their saliva all over their silky skin.
“Go! Go! Go!” Austin and Davey chanted from their vantage up front.
Jenya broke the kiss, threw the crowd a seductive smile, then slowly slid down Clarinda’s body. She grabbed the woman’s ass and kissed and licked down her chest. The girl closed her eyes and locked her fingers in Jenya’s hair in anticipation.
She moaned as the slightly older woman circled her hard nipple with her tongue. The moan stabbed Jenya through the pussy and she locked her lips around it and roughly sucked it. There wasn’t a soft dick in the place from the show up on stage.
The girls moved like they had done it before. They took turns feeling and licking and sucking. They shed their panties with little detour from their routine. Had it not been for the rambunctious sea of men, they could have stayed up on the stage for hours.
Both women were extremely hot and wet. With Clarinda still standing, Jenya crushed her face into the girls ass and started to eat her tight asshole. She shoved two fingers into her partner’s pussy. She fucked Clarinda with hard, rapid thrusts.
The guys moved from their chairs and gathered around the stage. They watched the women screwing each other. Mike leaned against a wall with a smile on his face. He outdid himself again with this one and knew everyone would be talking about it for a long time afterward.