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Cannes d'Eau
Episode 2: Identical Twins
a Series by Varkel
Fall, 2003



"May I join you, Miles?"

Senator Miles Heatherford (Retired) looked up from his newspaper, 
above the upper edge of the pince-nez perched on the end of his 
nose.  He smiled with pleasure at the earnest newcomer.  "Why so 
formal today, Harry?  Of course you may and welcome.  Pull up that 
rocker."

"If you don't mind, I prefer the straight chair."

"For sound medical reasons, no doubt."

"Actually not."  Dr. Harrison Baines wore a darker suit than the 
senator's but a similar black string tie below a full auburn beard.  
He was hatless, just graying at the temples.  "I can lean it back 
against the wall and prop my boots on the porch rail."  He grinned 
and proceeded to do both.

Each man leased rooms at Mrs. Barker's boarding house, on whose 
long front porch they presently rested, one door down Miller Street 
from the Cannes d'Eau.

"As to the formality, Miles, you seemed so engrossed in your 
newspaper that I was reluctant to interrupt.  Anything interesting 
in the world today -- or I should say, yesterday?"

The senator's forefinger tapped a spot on the paper in his lap.  
"This item strikes me as interesting.  The empress of China has 
donated 100,000 teals for the rebuilding of San Francisco.  Also 
England, France and several other countries have offered 
donations."

"Nice of them.  What's a _teal_?"

"According to the paper, 100,000 teals is over four tons of 
silver."

"Hey!  That's more like it."

"But here's the interesting part.  Our bull-moose president has 
refused all foreign donations.  He says, 'America can take care of 
its own, thank you very much.'"

The doctor's eyes flashed.  "Why not?  It's not his money!"

The senator chuckled.  "I think in fact we're all rather proud of 
him for that.  Not that he could do otherwise.  Our government 
officials have been trained never to take money when anyone is 
looking -- except at the point of a gun, of course."

The doctor grunted.  "Says an ex-official!"  He shook his head.  
"What a disaster that earthquake was!  Though in fact we've had a 
worse one here.  I'm sure you heard of the Great Madrid quake 
almost a hundred years ago just up the road -- or I should say, 
river."

"Yes, I've heard of it, but I didn't notice it."  The senator 
grinned, sliding his pince-nez into an inside jacket pocket.  "And 
I don't propose to worry about another one.  President Teddy will 
take care of us.  So, my good friend, how's the practice of 
medicine on this fine summer afternoon?"

"About to get more interesting -- or I should say, captivating."

"Really?  Is Mabel about to deliver twins?"

The doctor laughed outright.  "She's big enough.  Has Ruth told you 
how the bigger she gets the more popular she is?"

"I've heard that."

The doctor shook his head.  "She says the johns claim a fetus makes 
the vagina tighter."

"I've heard that too.  But it seems to me just the opposite 
occurs."

The doctor chuckled.  "'Seems' is right.  Think about it.  What 
actually happens is she can quit worrying about catching a baby and 
start enjoying herself, which only makes the canal slipperier.  
Then she squeezes harder.  So you're both right."

"Hmm."

"But fascinating as it may be to contemplate the quintessential 
female condition, that's not why I sat down here."

"A story for me?  You have good ones, Harry, when you have time to 
tell one."

"It starts with a story, but I want you in on the cure this time, 
Miles."

"Me?  What I know about medicine you can put --"

"You know a few things about girls, I think."

"Well, perhaps."  The senator chuckled.  "As much as anyone not a 
girl."  He turned in his seat to give the doctor his full 
attention.  "What's the proposition, my friend?"

"It's interesting you should mention twins."  The doctor lowered 
his feet, sat up straight and regarded the senator earnestly.  "I'm 
satisfied that's what this is about."

"Go ahead."

"You know I'm the house doctor for several places besides Cannes 
d'Eau, among them a couple of orphanages.  Oddly enough two of 
_them_, the Landmark and the Crosett, have each brought the same 
girl to my attention this month -- or I should say, spring, since 
one of them was last month."

"Not with the clap, I hope!"

"No -- or I should say, not yet.  With the _hots_."

"The hots?"  The senator chuckled.  "Is that a medical -- Wait a 
minute.  Did you say 'the same girl?'"

"That's the same question _I_ asked at first.  In fact they're two 
different girls, each 15 years old, rather plain of face, but with 
very shapely bodies indeed.  They have managed to seduce just about 
every staff member at their respective institution, without regard 
to gender or race.  They both ran away early in the spring and 
suffered multiple rape on the waterfront in separate but uncannily 
similar incidents."

The senator sniffed.  "What's uncanny about that, assuming they 
wandered down there unprotected?"

"Actually I don't think it was rape exactly.  They just didn't know 
how to negotiate.  I saw them when they returned to their 
orphanages, bruised, bedraggled and hungry.  But I can assure you, 
they had lost none of their youthful ardor -- or I should say, 
predatory ardor."

"Rubbed it on you, did they?"

"They rub whatever they can reach."

The senator grinned.  "A fine attitude!  What's the issue?  Maybe 
they aren't pretty enough for Cannes d'Eau, but I'm sure any number 
of houses would pay --  Hey!  You mean you think they're twins?"

"Miles, they are identical, almost to the moles on their buttocks.  
Gail has one more on the right cheek than Louise."

"Gail and Louise, eh?  Not names for twins."

"I checked.  They're both foundlings, classical cases: each found 
on the doorstep in a wicker basket, 16 years ago come September.  
The orphanage directors at that time assigned their names from a 
list.  And note this: the two girls have never met."  He pulled out 
a pocket watch.  "Which we should remedy in about ten minutes."

"They're coming here?"

"At four o'clock.  Then we have a four-thirty appointment with 
Ruth."

"I thought you said they were plain of face, which Ruth would never 
--  Ah, but twins!  Nubile, are they?"

"As the dickens!  Classic hour-glass figures, straight legs, velvet 
skin."  He sighed appreciatively.  "You'll see in a few minutes."

"Healthy?"

"As horses -- or I should say, mares.  Their bruises have faded.  
They positively glow with youth."

"With a dick in them, you mean."  The senator studied his friend's 
earnest face.  "I look forward to it, and I thank you for including 
me in this debut, Harry, but ...  What do you have in mind?

The doctor cleared his throat.  "Miles, the truth is I'd like to 
put these girls into the Cannes d'Eau.  Not for my cut of the 
placement fee, which won't be much if anything; those orphanages 
are anxious to get rid of them.  Do you know Doris Wilkins, the 
assistant superintendent at Crosett?  No.  Why should you?"  He 
chuckled in anticipation.  "She asked me to get Louise off their 
hands before the girl delivers an infant who looks exactly like one 
of the staff."

"Practical woman!  But why bring it to me, Harry?"

"Well ..."  The doctor paused sheepishly.  "Frankly, my friend, I 
hope they'll impress you enough to help me persuade Ruth.  As much 
as she knows about men, sometimes she fails to see other women as a 
man might."

The senator stared for a moment then nodded.  "You do have a point.  
That girl with the hole between quim and guts comes to mind."

The doctor blinked.  "What do you mean?  That girl was in bad 
shape."

"Yeah, bad enough for her to go on and make a fortune for Madam 
McAlister's sex show, pulling knotted handkerchiefs back and forth 
between cunt and asshole."

"Don't remind me, please."

The senator grinned.  "Did you hear how Mackie found a man with a 
dick so crooked he could put it up her ass and piss out her cunt?  
Ha!  People hollered, 'Fake!' until he reversed himself.  They're 
fascinated by freaks.  What's more, they'll pay to see them and 
fool with them."

"Likewise twins, or so I believe."

"Now I understand.  You want your set to appear in Ruth's Saturday 
night show."

"And serving the men who have a letch for twins."

"You know any like that?"

The doctor grinned confidently.  "Yeah.  Two sitting on this porch.  
And I can see others walking down the street."

The senator chuckled but shook his head.  "What do _you_ get from 
it, Harry?"

"Well ... I want them where I can study them after they begin to 
work together."

"If they do!  You say they've never met.  What if they can't stand 
each other?"

The doctor grimaced.  "That's a possibility -- I hope not a 
_prob_ability."

The senator cocked his nearly white head.  "Just how do you expect 
them to impress me, Harry?"

The doctor's eyes glittered.  "When they get the juice from _you_ 
in Ruth's office, she'll have to take notice."

The senator looked away, his face expressionless.  "She told you, 
did she?"

The doctor straightened.  "Miles, it's nothing to be ashamed of at 
your age.  Every man's abilities decline, especially the amorous 
ones.  You merely need stronger stimulation.  I'm betting that two 
identical and very nubile girls can do it."  He chuckled.  "They're 
what the doctor ordered."

The senator's lip curled.  "If my decrepitude doesn't put them off.  
You _have_ fucked them both of course?"

"Yes -- or I should say, of course."

"With whom have you placed that bet, Harry?"

"With them, only they don't know it yet."

"And yourself, of course."

"Well ..."  The doctor grinned sheepishly.  "I'll admit to a hard 
feeling about them."

The senator snorted and looked up as a buggy approached along the 
curb, slowing while the driver leaned out to study the house 
fronts.  He pulled back on his reins and the vehicle stopped at the 
Barker steps.  He got down but offered his two passengers no 
assistance.  One was a woman in bonnet and full length skirt, the 
other a big girl with long brown hair twisted around her head in 
braids, making her seem taller than the woman despite the latter's 
bonnet.  The girl wore a calf-length dress and high-top shoes.  The 
driver waited, leaning against the buggy dashboard, while the two 
females mounted the steps.  On the porch they turned to the two 
men, who had risen to their feet.

The doctor's pocket watch was in hand.  "Ah, Mrs. Jenson, a minute 
early!  Permit me to introduce you to --"

The woman held up a gloved hand.  "Please, doctor.  I am merely the 
delivery girl.  Gail, do you go with Dr. Baines freely on your own 
accord?"

The girl, close behind the woman, stared at the doctor intently.  
"Yes, ma'am."  Her voice was low but musical.

"Then that's it.  Good-bye and good luck."  The woman spun on her 
heel and descended the steps quickly, gesturing to the driver as 
she pulled herself into the swaying buggy.

The man took a carpet bag from behind the buggy seat and ran it up 
the steps, leaving it at the girl's feet.  He winked at her and 
scampered down the stairs to rock the buggy with his re-entry.  He 
snapped the reins and the horse eased into motion.

"See what I mean, Miles, about being anxious?"  Facing the girl 
before him, the doctor said, "Senator Miles Heatherford, may I 
present Gail, ah, Landmark.  Gail, this is Senator Heatherford."

"S-senator?"  The girls eyes widened almost comically.  "I, I ..."  
Suddenly she caught the sides of her skirt and performed a shallow 
curtsy.

The senator chuckled inadvertently behind his gray van dyke.  "My 
dear Gail, that's a charming gesture.  May I ask who taught you do 
to that?"

"The orphanage.  We supposed to do that for a king.  Ain't a 
senator about the same?"

"Very nearly," agreed the doctor, smiling.  "My dear, pull up that 
rocker and join us, will you, please."  He moved the carpet bag 
against the wall.

She dropped into the chair beside the senator, seemingly unable to 
tear her eyes away.  "D-do you cut off heads, sir?"

"What's that?"  The senator grunted.  "Gail, let me assure you a 
senator is not _that_ close to a king!"

She seemed disappointed.  "I wanted to mention a couple of heads."

Both men laughed.  The senator asked, "Ever do circumcision, Harry?  
That's getting close to the royal prerogative."

The girl giggled before the doctor could answer.  "I know that 
word!  Mr. Jones is circumcised."

"Woops!" muttered the doctor, adding in a low aside to the senator, 
"Jones is the Landmark director -- and she's right."

The senator nodded.  "I can just imagine him explaining it to her."

"He did," said the girl, "when I asked what was wrong with his 
doodle."

The doctor cut his eye around at the senator.  "I trust you find 
such frankness refreshing."

The man nodded.  "Where she's going it will be an asset -- as long 
as she stays there."

"Where am I going, Dr. Baines?"

"We discussed that, Gail."  He winked at the senator.  "Where you 
can have all the fun you want."  Out came the pocket watch again.  
"We have an appointment with your new mistress in 28 minutes.  I 
wonder where -- ah!  Here's Doris, late as usual."

Another buggy clopped slowly along the curb and again stopped 
before the steps.  A bonneted woman driver looped the reins on a 
hook and said to the other female, "Fetch your bag," sternly adding 
to the horse, "Stay, Bob!"

She got down, turned and mounted the steps, followed by her 
passenger, a girl with long brown hair rolled into a chignon, who 
wore a calf-length skirt and fetched her carpet bag up the steps.  
Again the men sprang to their feet.  Looking from one man to the 
other, Gail quickly followed their example.

The doctor intoned, "Senator Miles Heatherford, may I present Mrs. 
Doris Wilkins.  Mrs. Wilkins, Senator Heatherford."

"I'm very pleased to meet you, senator," said the woman, beginning 
with a broad smile that quickly faded.  "I wish it were under other 
circumstances."

"The pleasure is mine, ma'am," rejoined the man, bowing slightly.

Behind him Gail was heard to mutter, "But who's _that_?"

The doctor continued, "And this young lady, senator, is Louise, ah, 
Crosett.  Louise, Senator Heatherford."

Again young eyes widened dramatically.  "S-_senator_ Heatherford?"

"I'm happy to meet you, Louise."  The senator turned and tilted his 
head toward the first girl.  "And this is Gail Landmark.  Gail, 
Mrs. Doris Wilkins and Louise Crosett."

The girls were staring each other up and down.  Before either could 
respond, the woman said, "So this is the one!"

"Yes," admitted the doctor.

"Peas in a pod!"  Her chin rose.  "Excuse me, senator, but if I 
stay I shall have to ask if you are a party to what the good doctor 
has in mind."

The man's eye developed a combative spark.  "I only just learned of 
these girls, but I am already impressed."

"No doubt," she responded, almost sneering.  "I was about to say I 
prefer not to hear your answer to that question."

"Why not, Mrs. Wilkins, so long as Crosett Orphanage's name remains 
unsullied?"

Her eyes fell.  "That's part of my reason.  Good-bye, Louise."  She 
spun on her heel and descended the steps with alacrity.  Horse and 
buggy departed at a trot under her urging.

The senator grinned sourly.  "She doesn't much care for your little 
arrangement, does she, Harry?"

"Only as a last resort," admitted the doctor, "which this is.  
You'll notice she didn't demand an 'I do.'"  He glanced at his 
watch.  "We have a few minutes to kill.  Put down your bag, Louise, 
and hitch one of those chairs over here where we can talk."

Under the doctor's direction they were soon seated in a semi-circle: 
doctor, Louise, Gail and senator.  Side-by-side in rocking chairs, 
the girls stared only at each other.  Louse murmured, eyes round, 
"It's like looking in a mirror!"

"Except you wink the wrong eye," said Gail, demonstrating with her 
right, to which Louise responded inappropriately likewise.  With a 
grin she quickly corrected herself.  Now the two sets of eyes were 
synchronized: winking twice left-to-right, right-to-left, finally 
blinking twice all together.  Both girls laughed outright.  The 
sounds were identical.

The doctor murmured in pleased astonishment, "Did you see that, 
Miles?"

"Louise," said Gail, as if tasting the name.  "Gail," said Louise.  
Each turned to the adjacent man and asked, again in unison, "Who is 
she?"

"Your twin sister," said the doctor.

The young eyes rounded back upon each other.

"Apparently your mother -- or maybe I should say, her midwife -- 
thought you'd have a better chance growing up apart.  Anyway she 
left you at different orphanages.  I take it you truly never met 
before today."

They failed to respond, continuing only to stare into each other's 
eyes.  At last they turned as one to the doctor.  "Who _was_ our 
mother?"

"I'm sorry, my dears, but no one knows that -- or I should 
say, no one has ever told it."

"She didn't want us," said Gail, lip twisting.

"She may have died," interposed the doctor.  "Fifteen years ago 
death in childbed was common."

As a diversion from the girl's dismay, the senator asked, "What's 
the rate nowadays, Harry, if you know?"

"Still too high, though it's come down over half since 1890, after 
they finally accepted Lister's techniques."

"Clean hands make a lot of difference, eh?"

"Antisepsis is what makes -- don't get me started on that!"  His 
eyes glinted.  "When Mabel delivers, her child will _live_! -- say 
what you like about the life available to it.  But we digress.

"Girls, I think we can safely conclude you are twin sisters.  I've 
checked the records: you were found on doorsteps on the same 
morning.  And I've examined both of you in minute detail --"

"In what?" interjected Louise.

"Everywhere else too," said Gail.  Both girls giggled, regarding 
the doctor with fond expressions as perceived by the senator.

"I was saying, the only difference I've seen, since your bruises 
healed, is one more mole on Gail's butt cheek than Louise's."

"Does that make," both girls began, continuing with "me --" from 
Gail simultaneously with "her --" from Louise.  At the divergence 
both sets of eyes widened.  Both girls giggled.

"Make you what?" asked the senator.

"More or less perfect than her?" -- me?" they finished in unison.

He answered, "I don't see how one little mole makes any difference.  
What's your opinion, Dr. Baines?"

"I'm glad we have _some_ way to distinguish them!"

The girls again were staring at each other.  "We're gonna be 
together," they announced in one voice.  It was not a question.

"That's the idea," the doctor agreed.  "But we have to sell it."

"To who?" they asked.

"To Madam Ruth, next door at the Cannes d'Eau, in about ten 
minutes."  He took a breath and leaned forward.  "Let's put our 
heads together and go over a few points.  You too, Miles."

The four hitched their chairs closer together.  The twins leaned 
forward obediently.

"Let's be clear about this," said the doctor.  "You girls both 
understand what the Cannes d'Eau _is_ and what you'll be doing 
there."

They looked at each other then the doctor.  Gail asked, "You want 
us to say the words?"

"I said we want to be clear on it."

In unison they declared, "It's a house of prostitution and we'll be 
prostitutes."

The doctor drew back in evident startlement, eyes swinging from 
them to the senator.  "My god, Miles, did you hear that?"

The older man shrugged.  "They're right -- if they understand the 
word."

"Who taught you to say that?" asked the doctor.

"Old lady Wilkins," said Gail while Louise was saying, "-- Jenson."

The senator said dryly, "So they talked to you about it."

Both nodded.

The doctor asked, "Do you girls understand that word?"

Again both nodded.

"Can you put it plainer?" asked the senator, eyes twinkling.

"I can," said Gail.  "In that house we'll fuck men for money."

Louise added, "But we won't get much of it."

"Yeah," Gail agreed.  "Why is that, doc?"

"Hmm.  A lot of what you earn pays for your room and board, your 
clothing, the protection of the house, its maintenance, the 
servants, _my_ services."

"Don't forget Boss Twill," said the senator.

"I'd rather, if you don't mind.  And you get lots of men without 
even having to ask, men who behave properly, unlike those louts on 
the waterfront."

"Lots of men," murmured Louise, eyes bright.  The girls smiled at 
each other.

The doctor sat up straighter.  "Now, when you meet Madam Ruth, 
you'll have to undress."

"For a _woman_?" demanded Gail.

"Do you mind that?  If you do you'll have to pretend you don't.  
And you'll have to demonstrate your skills."

"On this woman?"

"_For_ her.  That means you'll have to, ah, accept a man's 
attention --"

"Do what?"

"You'll have to fuck a man, maybe more than one, and probably 
together.  You don't know it yet, but most men find identical 
twins, taken together, to be powerfully stimulating -- or I should 
say, irresistible.  If she hires you, that's how she'll want you to 
work: together."

"On the same man," said Gail thoughtfully.

Louise said petulantly, "One man's not enough, even for me."

"Me, neither," agreed her sister.

The senator chuckled.  "Madam Ruth won't fault you for that.  Take 
a longer view.  You'll often get several men together, especially 
on Saturday nights."

Their faces, still turned to each other, showed interest.

"In fact you may have to demonstrate on the senator here," said the
doctor.

Both young faces stared speculatively at the white-haired man, who 
grinned slightly.  "Maybe you should tell them why, Dr. Baines."

"Ah, uh ..."  The doctor regarded his friend in consternation.

"Then I'll tell them.  Sometimes old men have a lot more trouble 
enjoying girls than young ones.  Madam Ruth knows that very well, 
especially of me.  You'll impress her no end if you can, ah --"

"Make you come?" asked Gail.

"Exactly."

"How can we do that?"

The doctor answered, "Just by doing whatever the senator tells you.  
When is your period due, Gail?"

She shrugged.  "When it gets here."

The man sighed.  "All right.  When did your last one end?"

The girl thought it over.  "About a week ago."

"You, Louise?"

She shrugged also.  "About the same."

"Listen carefully.  I want you both to make a note of the day it 
starts and tell me."

"Why?"

"So I can tell you when to be careful."  He looked at his watch.  
"All right.  It's time to go next door."


* * *


By policy on clement afternoons, the Cannes d'Eau exhibited fancily 
dressed women on both its porches after four p.m.  Following the 
two men up the steps, the twins goggled at the colors, painted 
faces and powdered breasts swelling above extravagant gowns, of the 
several seated on either hand.  The preening women greeted both 
men.  "Identical twins, eh, doc?" asked one.  "Fresh meat," noted 
another, leering.

In the foyer Gail asked, eyes wide, "_Them_ is prostitutes?"

"Striking, aren't they!  This way, ladies."

But the twins stopped dead to study the huge framed cross-stitch 
depicting the scripted name and logotype of urinating penises, 
crossed.  Louise sniffed.  "That ain't how you spell 'canned 
dough!'"

The doctor winked at the senator and explained for the thousandth 
time, "_Cannes d'Eau_ is French for 'canes of water.'  That's the 
water."

"Pee," noted Louise flatly.

"They gonna pee on us?" asked Gail.

"Not any time soon.  Come along.  We don't want to be late."

At that hour of the afternoon the parlor was empty except for a 
woman in maid's uniform polishing the furniture.  She looked 
curiously at the little group as it crossed the wide room.  The 
girls' heads craned back over their shoulders at the expanse of 
velvet settees and nude paintings on the walls, at one of which 
Gail jerked her chin after nudging Louise.  "Take a look at that 
pair!"  Her sister responded in awe, "Golly!"

The men plunged into a long hall on the same floor.  They passed a 
pubescent girl in a smudged knee-length pinafore, emerging from one 
of the rooms bearing a trash basket.  She stared up at the twins, 
eyes widening.

Louise muttered to her sister, "I hope _she_ ain't a prostitute."

"Not yet," said the doctor.  "Here we are."

He knocked on a wide closed door recessed off the hall.  "Come in!" 
was the muffled response in a deep contralto.  He opened the door 
and led them into a richly appointed room, brightly illuminated 
through sheer curtains at two huge windows on a westward-facing 
wall.  Before them, looking out over the room, sat a woman at a 
massive mahogany desk.  Sunlight glowed in her brightly hennaed 
hair.  Plump and buxom, she was primly dressed in a green coat over 
a blouse ruffled to the neck.  Her elbows rested on the desk, chin 
leaning upon delicate hands with manicured nails.  When the girls 
drew near, they noticed the rash of broken veins in nose and cheeks 
and crowfoot wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

"Hello, Miles," said the woman, sparing the senator a glance of 
mild surprise.  But her attention was on the girls, whom she had 
obviously expected along with the doctor.  "Which one is Gail?"

"I am."

"Then the other is Louise.  I am Madam Ruth.  I trust the good 
doctor has explained what we do here."

"Yes'm," the girls agreed.

The woman took two knotted ribbons, which aside from elbows had 
rested alone on the polished desk, and rose to her feet.  "Come 
here under the window, girls."

When they stood before her in the bright light, she said, "Your 
faces are so alike that when you dress the same, you'll be 
indistinguishable.  We'll fix that now.  Gail, you will wear this 
blue clip in your hair as long as you stay in Cannes d'Eau.  
Louise, you wear this red one."  As she spoke she clipped the 
ribbons in place among Gail's braids and in Louise's chignon.  
"There!  Don't worry about getting them messy.  We have more."

Both young faces had brightened.  The girls asked in unison, "We 
can stay?"

"How long remains to be seen," answered the woman tartly.  "If you 
do, we want to emphasize your being twins.  I'm afraid we must 
discard your orphanage names.  I've given this some thought, Harry, 
as you can see.  Gail, from now on you shall be known as Lettie 
Dew."  She repeated the name precisely.  "Say it."

"Lettie Dew."

"Learn it.  When you hear 'Lettie,' you better look up.  And 
Louise, you shall be Pettie Dew: _Pettie Dew_.  Say it."

"P-pettie Dew."

She paused looking from one to the other.  "When a customer calls 
for Pettie, who will answer?"

The girl in the red clip looked at her sister then said, "I will."

"Good.  Listen for your new names.  Now, Lettie and Pettie, strip."

They blinked.  "Huh?"

"Take off all your clothes.  Throw them on that chair for now.  
Harry, would you be kind enough to move their carpet bags back 
against the wall?"

The girls proceeded methodically.  The doctor muttered to the 
senator, "Orphanages aren't strong on modesty.  We benefit from 
that."

Indeed they were as two peas from the same pod.  After studying 
each other briefly they stood unabashed in the bright light, two 
lithesome bodes undecorated save for the hair ribbon but very 
shapely indeed: long necks above high conical breasts with small 
brown nipples extruded on secondary cones, double-curved bellies, 
well padded buttocks, straight tapering legs and delicate feet.

The senator coughed in admiration, muttering to the doctor, "I'll 
take your word that Gai-- ah, Lettie has one more mole."

"But aren't they mouth-watering?"

"Oh yes!  The tongue is definitely called for."

The woman smirked at the senator.  "I get a glimmer of why you're 
here.  Have you already tried them?"

"Not yet.  But I'm raring to go."

The doctor explained, "A half hour ago neither knew the other 
existed."

She said, "Get yourself ready, Miles.  We know that table is the 
right height, don't we?  Girls, follow me."

She led them to a heavy polished table at the far end of the room 
and directed, "Set these chairs against the wall."  When they had 
obeyed, she continued, "Both of you, get on the table across the 
end of it.  I want Lettie head to bottom atop Pettie."  She guided 
their bodies with her hands.  "Now lick each other.  Pretend you're 
back in your bunks.  Get those cunnies _slick_!"

The blue ribbon sagged between sisterly legs.  At the opposite end 
of the pair, Pettie, once Louise, raised her face into Lettie's 
crotch.

"That's good," announced the woman.  "Senator, are you ready?"

The man stepped clear of both sets of britches and approached the 
waiting three.

"Now, Lettie," directed the woman, "suck some starch into the 
senator, please, and when it's hard enough, put it into your 
sister.  What do you think, Miles?  Will a little trading back and 
forth between them, practically the same girl's mouth and cunny, do 
anything for you?"

"Indeed it will!" declared the man.  Lettie raised her head and 
took him with a slurp.

"Damn it, Ruth," complained the doctor, "that was _my_ letch!"

"Well," the woman responded with a smirk, "you'll notice this 
double-backed beast has two ends."

"So it does!" the man agreed, hurrying to divest himself of his 
lower garments.  When his manhood lay upon Pettie's forehead, she 
arched her head back and mouthed him without hesitation.  "Ah, 
yes!" he breathed.

Ruth snickered.  "It's not as if she never did that before, eh, 
Harry?  Is there any girlish mouth in those places that hasn't 
tasted your cock?  What surprised me is how readily Lettie accepted 
Miles."

The doctor said, "Landmark taught her to treat a senator like a 
king."

"Did they?  Are you sure these girls are only 15?"

"They'll be 16 in September.  Ah, Louise, you do that even better 
upside down."

"_Pettie_, if you please!" corrected the woman.

"Uh, yes, excuse me.  Now for a spot of comparison ..."  He backed 
away slightly.  Pettie's hands rose to asist his entry into the 
sisterly vagina above her chin.

"Enjoy it, Harry," Ruth advised.  "The next time you do this it'll 
cost you five dollars."

"_Five_!"

"If not more.  As you said, these girls are worth a premium."  Her 
hand stroked blue-ribbon Lettie's back, now jiggling in response to 
the doctor's thrusts.

Unsurprisingly the doctor climaxed first and withdrew to flop into 
a padded chair.

"What do you think?" asked the hovering woman.

"God, Ruth, that's every bit as stimulating as I knew it would be."

"For you, at least.  I think Miles needs help."

A flush had appeared on the senator's face.  Sweat dripped from the 
tip of his nose as he bent over the pair of girls, working hard in 
the lower vagina.

Ruth tugged on his arm.  "Miles, come over here.  Let them do the 
work."

Under her direction he lay back upon a nearby couch.  Lettie, the 
blue-clipped girl who had caught the doctor's offering, 
energetically worked lips and tongue between the senator's legs 
while Pettie pressed her fragrant groin into his face.  His hands 
stroked both young torsos.

After a while he groaned, body stiffening.  Lettie froze.  Soon she 
raised a drooling mouth and smiled triumphantly at the watching 
woman, who nodded.  "Good work.  Towels are on the sideboard."

Both girls disentangled themselves from the panting senator and 
stood anxiously before Ruth, Lettie dripping with the residue of 
two emissions.  They asked in unison, "Can we stay?"

"Yes, you may," said Ruth with a slight smile.  "Get dressed, take 
your carpetbags into the hall and call for Sally.  You'll recognize 
her: she's just a kid.  She knows where to take you."

But the doctor had a question.  "How'd you like that foursome, 
girls?"

They looked at each other and said indifferently.  "It was good."

"What was the best part?"

Their grins were only for each other.  Again they said in unison, 
"What _my sister_ did!"

The woman laughed.  "Don't look so disappointed, Harry."

He chuckled in disgruntlement.  "Yeah, I ought to know better."

Having wiped her mouth, Lettie returned to the couch, leaned over 
and kissed the senator's cheek above the edge of his van dyke.

"Thank you, sweetheart," he said, smiling up at her.

Her eyes twinkled.  "I still have some heads for you to chop."


END

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