Two in Vegas -- (Slow, FF)

By Chaz Thain


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  Jodi and I have been friends all our lives. Growing up, she
probably spent as many nights at my house as she did at home. My
Mom called Jodi their third daughter. We shared nearly everything
from 5th grade on --  everything but Jeremy Elder, the biggest
hottie in our class.

  We fought over Jeremy our senior year, but neither of us ever
became his "steady." Too bad his daddy got him a scholarship at
BYU about the time we graduated and then he left town for good. A
week later Jodi got snotty and bragged that she had balled Jeremy
the night before he left -- and he promised to come back for her.

  Hah! As it happens, he screwed me in the back seat of the same
car the night before he nailed Jodi. And you know what? Yeah, he
promised to come back for me, too. You guessed it. He never came
back, never called, never even sent a postcard. We were so mad at
Jeremy we soon got over being mad at each other.

  Among the things Jodi and I shared was a dislike for life in
Twin Falls. So it's kind of funny we were both still in town
three years after high school. Oh, I had been to State for two
semesters and gotten good grades. But college wasn't for me --
mainly because I had no idea what I wanted to study. I felt like
I was wasting Mom's money, what little there was.

  I always thought Jodi was smarter than me, but she never even
went to State. Her Dad died when we were 15 and her Mom couldn't
afford to send her to college. She stayed home and worked and
took some classes at juco.

  There we were. Both 21. Both still living at home. Both working
at nothing jobs. There were plenty of guys to be had in Twin
Falls, if you were willing to "party," which meant drinking,
toking and -- sooner or later -- spreading your legs. But most of
the guys had no more idea where they were headed than me and
Jodi. We weren't thrilled with the idea of "settling" and having
babies in a rented mobile home on the edge of town.

  Then one Saturday Jodi slammed open my Mom's back door to find
me making iced tea in the kitchen.

  "Get packed," she said.

  "Packed for what?"

  "Las Vegas."

  So I packed a couple of bags and we left that same afternoon,
driving as far as Salt Lake. I was between guys at the time and
Jodi didn't even bother to call the guy she was dating. A couple
of days later we were jammed into a ratty room in a long-stay
motel, cooking on a two-burner stove and looking for work.

  It's amazing how fast I got a job cocktailing at a casino on
the Strip. What's more amazing is the costume they had me wear.
The first couple of days I felt like a hooker with my boobs
hanging out. But I soon got used to the tiny skirt, revealing top
and heels. Most people seemed not to notice that I was
half-naked, and after awhile I stopped feeling self-conscious. I
also learned to use Band-Aids on my nipples to keep them from
standing out like bullets in the air-conditioned casino.

  Guys hit on me all the time, but I was used to dealing with
that. I enjoyed the attention, if I was in a flirty mood, but the
other girls told me the score. Nice guys don't come to Vegas
looking for Miss Right. And I learned to call Security if
somebody got too obnoxious. I remember one middle-age jerk who
did a double-take when he saw me, then ditched his wife somewhere
and came back. He didn't even take off his wedding ring! He must
have thought he was such a stunning specimen I'd swoon into his
arms. No chance!

  Jodi got a job dealing blackjack and our lives settled into a
comfortable groove. With our salaries and tips, we were making
more money than we could ever hope to make in Twin Falls. We
moved to a two-bedroom apartment in a nice complex with a lawn
and pool. We fixed up Jodi's car, bought a stereo, good furniture
and even pictures for the walls. I got a set of pots and pans and
started COOKING! My Mom would have croaked!

  Eventually we got the same nights off and spent a lot of
evenings going to movies, shows or just exploring Vegas. What a
wild town! We met guys everywhere and rarely had to buy a drink.
Jodi was always the one who decided which guys we partied with,
and which ones got to stay the night. She's very picky -- says I
have no judgment -- and she almost never let guys stay over.

  "I'm the brains of this outfit," she would say, "and you're the
tits."

  There's nothing wrong with Jodi's boobs. Her 32Bs are
beautifully rounded with tiny pink nipples. She's just sensitive
because Jeremy used to call her "Skinny." I think she looks like
a model -- pretty, and tall for a girl, with gorgeous, long legs.

  I'm the average type. You know, 5-feet-5, 135 pounds, with a
bit of an hourglass shape. People are more likely to call me
"pretty" than "beautiful." And my tits ARE pretty good, at least
as far as guys are concerned. I wear a 34D.

  The good times lasted more than a year. Neither of us wanted to
spend our lives in casinos, but the work was easy and the money
was good. We shared expenses and always seemed to have plenty
left over for clothes, CDs or show tickets. We spent a week in
California, once, doing all the tourist stuff. We both dated
occasionally, nothing serious, and had friends at work and the
complex.

  Then disaster struck.

  I was leaving work one day, just stepping off the curb, when an
idling car slipped into gear and lurched forward. It knocked me
down, gave me a concussion and broke my leg. It wasn't a complicated 
break, but the pain was pretty bad. I woke up in the ambulance, then 
passed out again. I woke up the next day with Jodi at my bedside. 
She was great. She took care of everything, dealt with the doctors, 
handled the paperwork, made sure I got my medication on time.

  When they finally sent me home, Jodi was in charge again. She
got me home and settled, cooked, fed me, cleaned, helped me in
the bathroom -- embarrassing. I leaned on her for everything -- a
true friend.

  My leg continued to heal, but a few days later I woke up
feeling hot. I turned up the AC. Jodi left for work and I fell
asleep, tossing and turning. I woke in a couple of hours, burning
up. The sheets were soaked with sweat. I took some aspirin and
that helped. I fell asleep and woke up a few hours later, hot and
drenched in sweat again. I took off my clammy nightshirt and took
more aspirin.

  Jodi called. They wanted her to work a double shift. I told her
I was coming down with a cold, but would do fine until she got
home. Not.

  When Jodi finally got home she found me lying on the sofa,
wearing nothing but pajama bottoms, shivering and delirious with
fever. She dialed 911. I was soon back in the hospital.
Pneumonia. For two weeks. When I got home again I had lost 15
pounds and was weak as a kitten. Again the load fell on Jodi. She
took great care of me, but her work suffered and she got fired.
She wouldn't have told me, but she had to explain why she was
spending all day at home.

  A week later I felt strong enough to get out of bed and get
myself a glass of water. But when I walked into the living room
it was bare! All our furniture was gone, including the stereo,
the pictures from the walls and the dining room set. I shouted
for Jodi.

  "Where's all our STUFF!" I cried.

  She came out of her bedroom, looking haggard.

  "It's gone," she said, her voice flat, her beautiful blue eyes
defeated. "I had to sell everything to pay the bills. We're
broke."

  "Broke?" I was stunned. "Why didn't you tell me?"

  "How could I tell you, as sick as you were? And what could you
have done, anyway?"

  That was our low spot. She helped me back to bed and we laid
there, holding each other and crying until we were cried out.
Then we took stock. Our rent was paid to the end of the month. We
still had our bedroom furniture and clothes, Jodi's 10-year-old
car and half a tank of gas. Our food would stretch for a couple
of weeks if we ate pasta twice a day.

  "We're skating on thin ice," Jodi said wryly. "Keep taking
those antibiotics. If you have a relapse we'll have to sell the
car."

  "What about going home," I asked timidly. She made a face and
turned both thumbs emphatically down. I knew her family was a big
reason Jodi finally left Twin Falls. They wanted her to marry
like her sisters, get religion, have kids. She wanted none of it.
Jodi was too much of a free spirit, always going her own way.

  Not to mention, Jodi's father molested her for awhile when she
was maybe 13 or 14. She almost never talked about it, but from
the little she's said I don't think he actually raped her. Bad
enough he sat on her bed and fondled her late at night, his
fingers squeezing and poking. He choked her when she tried to
turn away, so she learned to close her eyes and think of
something else.

  She finally told her Mom what was happening, but her Dad denied
it and her Mom called her a lying slut. Her sisters were older,
and had already left home. Then Jodi told a teacher at school.
The police talked to her Dad, but didn't arrest him. He moved out
for awhile, then moved back in. He was killed that same year in a
one-car rollover out on 93 -- drunk as a skunk. Her Mom blamed
Jodi for her father's death, so they weren't on the best of
terms.

  My father had died when I was 12. Cancer. After I left home my
mother moved in with my sister and her family, struggling to
control her diabetes. If we went back to Twin Falls, we'd both be
living with married siblings -- and probably wind up sleeping on
their living room couches. I made a face myself.

  "Bad idea."

  "We'll think of something," Jodi said determinedly.

  Later that day there was a knock on the door. It was our
neighbor Jennifer with a pot of homemade soup.

  "My GOD, I've been worried about you!" Jennifer exclaimed. "How
ARE you! Besides thin as a RAIL, I mean! You're so LUCKY your
tits don't disappear when you lose weight!"

  Before I could answer, she noticed the absence of furniture.

  "GIRLS! Where are all your THINGS?!"

  "Pawn shops or the used furniture store," Jodi said wearily.

  "You poor BABIES! The doctor bills cleaned you out?"

  Jodi told the whole story while Jennifer listened closely. Jenn
was our best neighbor, always dropping by to give me a cooking
tip or advise Jodi on car repairs. She was one of those EMPHATIC
people with an opinion on everything, but I loved the positive
spin she put on life.

  Jenn was also a bit of a mystery. Or maybe not so mysterious
after you get to know Vegas. Early on we suspected she was a
high-priced call girl. About 30, she lived in the nicest
apartment in our complex, though she didn't seem to have a job.
If anybody asked about her work, she laughed and said she was a
consultant, but I know she never went to college. Jenn carried a
pager and cell phone, even at the pool, and she came and went at
all hours, always dressed beautifully.

  One day after we'd known her several months, she came over for
iced tea. In the course of a long conversation (she loved to
talk), she confided that she was, indeed, a fallen woman. Jodi
wasn't even surprised, but there was enough Twin Falls in me to
be shocked. Still, I felt more sympathy than outrage.

  "Jenn, you don't have to do that!" I protested. "You're smart,
you could take classes and get a good job!"

  "BABY!" she laughed. "I could have a Ph.D and not make the kind
of money I'm making. I own part of this apartment complex and
I've got a six-figure stash in an offshore account. I paid off my
mother's house in Arcata and there's a shoebox of cash buried in
her crawl space. I've even got health insurance."

  "But isn't it ... horrible?" I asked.

  "Not the way I've got things set up," she asserted. Jodi looked
doubtful and I'm sure I did, too.

  "Look," she said, leaning forward. "I got into this because I
was desperate, but I'm NOT a victim. This work isn't for
everybody, but I turned it into a good thing for me.

  "I figured the agencies make the real money in this business,
so I peddled my ass just long enough to start my own agency,"
Jenn said. "It was hard at first. Other agencies tried to take me
over, but I made sure I was a moving target. My girls stayed with
me because I gave them a bigger cut, took care of their health
and was really concerned about their safety. And I figured a way
to get the police interested in my competitors. Now some of them
have left town, the others have backed off, and I'm one of the
biggest agencies."

  "Speaking of police?" I prompted.

  "The cops know there's going to be working girls in Vegas," she
explained. "How can there NOT be, with all the men and money
coming here? They just want to keep it out of sight and honest.
No ripoffs. No unhappy customers."

  "What ABOUT the customers," Jodi asked.

  "They're just men ... or mostly men," Jenn laughed. "The key
thing is to control the situation from the beginning and never
give up control. You just have to find out what they want, give
it to them and be sweet about it. It's more an acting job than
anything."

  After we knew her secret and didn't give her the cold shoulder,
we were better friends with Jenn than ever, visiting back and
forth. She never talked about her business except when Jodi asked
questions. But Jodi was always curious about everything.

  So it was no great surprise when Jenn pulled out $500 cash and
insisted we take it as a gift. Jodi resisted for awhile, but we
wound up taking the money.

  "Thanks Jenn, this will keep us going for another couple of
weeks," she said. "Now I've got to see about finding a cheaper
apartment, and getting my job back."

   "I can work, too," I declared, but Jodi just rolled her eyes
and Jenn chuckled.

  "Baby, ANYBODY can see you still need more time. A full shift
on your feet would put you back in the hospital." Then she paused
thoughtfully, looking from me to Jodi.

  "If you two ever want to make good money in a hurry, some of my
girls have come up with a good gimmick. They don't even have to
screw the clients!"

  That remark was followed by an uncomfortable silence, and
Jennifer soon went home.

  That night Jodi and I were talking around bedtime when she
said, "I wonder what Jennifer meant about that gimmick her girls
came up with."

  I had wondered about that comment myself, but didn't say
anything.

  The next day, Jennifer helped us get a one bedroom apartment in
our  complex. I was gaining strength, but was no help moving.
Jodi and Jennifer did it all while I slept on Jennifer's huge,
plush couch. And that night we had carry-out at Jennifer's dining
room table.

  "What's that gimmick you were talking about?" Jodi asked.

  "Gimmick?" Jennifer said.

  "Yeah. The gimmick that lets your girls make tons of money
without doing it."

  "Oh. I didn't say they didn't have SEX! I said they didn't have
sex with the CLIENTS!" Jennifer exclaimed.

  "Well how does THAT work," Jodi said, wanting the details.

  "It's great," Jennifer said. "The girls go to a client's hotel
room and put on a show. Some of my girls do a girl-girl show,
some do a girl-boy show and I have a couple who do solos."

  "What do you mean by shows?"

  "Two girls, or a girl and a guy, have sex and the client
watches. It's a turn-on, but completely safe. Sometimes it's
several clients. The Japanese especially like to watch in groups.
Or it's a client and his wife. About half want girl-girl shows."

  "And the client pays to just watch?" Jodi asked, amazed.

  "Not always," Jennifer said. "Some clients just watch, most
jack off and and some pay extra to join the girls."

  "Lesbians?"

  "My girls? NO!" Jennifer laughed. "A couple are bi, but most of
my girls are straight. But they like money and they decide how
far they'll go. And for $500 they're willing to be flexible."

  "Five hundred bucks apiece!" Jodi gasped.

  "Well, I charge $500 for a two-girl show and I keep 60 percent
for the agency. The girls pay their expenses and split the rest.
And they keep all their tips. Tips can be BIG!"

  "What expenses?"

  "Clothes, toys, cab fare. That's about it. I make ALL my girls
see the doctor once a week and they pay for that, too."

  "What do you mean, clothes and toys?" Jodi said.

  Jenn explained how her "employees" designed an act, or several
acts, with costumes to match. Sometimes clients asked for a girl
and a guy, sometimes for two girls dressed boy-girl. Other times
they wanted two girls dressed as men, or both dressed as women.

  "But what do they actually DO for the clients," Jodi insisted.

  "The plain fact is," Jenn said, "the more you do, the more
money you make. The wilder the act, the bigger the payoff.
Masturbation and straight girl-guy fucking pays the least. But
I've got a pair of girls who've worked together for a year,
adding new tricks all the time. They've got this VERY hot B&D act
that makes ME soak my panties. Last week they cleared $5,000 in
three shows!"

  Jodi's eyes bugged out of her head when she heard that! I was
wondering what a B&D act was, exactly, but felt a little flushed,
myself.

  "Nobody would pay $500 to watch some guy boink me," I muttered.

    "We're not going to split our money with 'some guy,' " Jodi
said, looking at me with exasperation. "We're going to put
together an act with the two of us, you and me."

  "HEY! Wait a minute! I'm not having sex for money," I
protested.

  "Listen goofy," said Jodi. "Don't you see? We can make a
month's rent in a couple of nights of easy work."

  "I could get you started," Jenn chimed in. "My regulars are
always eager for fresh faces."

  They both looked at me. For a fleeting second I wondered if
they had cooked this up between them, but I knew Jodi wouldn't go
behind my back. There was a long silence before Jenn told us to
think about it and left.

  I brought up morality and Jodi argued me down. I brought up
legality and Jodi  argued me down. I brought up danger and
disease and self-respect, and Jodi argued them all down. I could
tell she'd been thinking about this for some time.

  Finally, three days later, I was reduced to weak protests about
my lack of acting ability.

  "Listen," Jodi said. "You won't HAVE to act. You can just be
natural and I'LL do the acting. And we can practice here at home
until it feels natural."

  "How is it ever going to feel NATURAL? You don't know any more
about doing it with another girl than I do!" Jodi gave me a long,
doubtful look. Finally she said, "Jenn said she'd help us out.
She's our expert. She can tell us what her clients like and how
to do it."

  I never really said, 'Yes,' but I finally quit saying, 'No,'
and Jennifer was soon coaching us on costumes and scenarios. But
she wouldn't tell us what to say. I begged her to give me a
script, something I could memorize, but she insisted that would
ruin the whole thing. I was so afraid of freezing and not being
able to talk!

  Then we had what Jenn called the "walk-through," really a dress
rehearsal. I was at our apartment, wearing the dress Jennifer
selected. She gave me a tube of lubricant and told me to make
sure my pussy was well-prepared. I almost gave up the idea when I
saw myself in the bathroom mirror pushing lube up my twat.
Instead I hung a towel over the mirror.

  Jodi dressed at Jennifer's apartment ... something about a
surprise. I was sweating nervously when the doorbell rang. Some
surprise! I knew it was Jodi standing there with Jennifer, but
nobody else would have known her. She looked like a fresh-faced,
young boy in Dockers, loafers and a loose shirt, with her hair
cut short and slicked back.

  I let them in and Jenn began directing the action. Her scenario
wasn't much different from what happens on a third or fourth date
... or at least what guys want to happen on the third or fourth
date. There was a little small talk, some awkward hugging, then
Jenn told us to kiss and I froze, like I knew I would. Jodi never
hesitated. She even touched my lips with her tongue, but
retreated when I didn't open my mouth.

  If not frozen, I remained pretty wooden while Jenn walked Jodi
through the steps of fondling me through my clothes, undressing
me and undressing herself. I think a guy would have paid more
attention to my tits. I didn't feel aroused. I didn't feel
anything except a warm flush of embarrassment and confusion.

  I knew Jodi was wearing a dildo, that was pretty obvious. But I
was still a little startled when Jodi pushed down her boxer
shorts and it popped into view. It looked big and very strange,
held onto her womanly hips with various straps. She guided me
down on my back on the living room couch, but the spell was
broken when she climbed on top, her erect nipples poking through
her shirt. I started shaking my head.

  "I can't do this," I said, crossing my arms across my breasts
and looking away.

  Jodi and Jenn looked concerned, but I closed my legs. There was
something too weird about feeling a cock push against my pussy
while looking up into my best friend's face.

  Then Jenn suggested doggie style, and that's what we finally
did.  I knelt on the floor, my forearms flat on the white berber,
while Jodi slowly entered me from behind and began thrusting. It
took a long, gasping time before it was inside and I felt my face
getting flushed. I didn't have to look her in the face. Her hands
held my hips for leverage and her hips slapped against my ass.
But they could have been anybody's hands and anybody's hips.

  The overwhelming sensation was that big rubber cock sliding in
and out, in and out. It was definitely the biggest thing I'd ever
had inside me. My pussy really had to stretch to let it in. It
made a warm spot, down low in my belly. And I got an occasional
zing as my nipples rubbed on the rough carpet.

  Jenn coached me into a steadily rising series of grunts and
moans. That was easy enough. I did the same thing for Jeremy
Elder. He may have been the cutest boy in school, but he didn't
know a thing about making a girl feel good ... or didn't care. In
the end, Jodi and I both faked noisy climaxes and she pulled out.
Without looking at her, I got up and went to the bathroom for my
robe. At least there wasn't a lot of goo running down my legs.

  Jennifer was enthusiastic, giving tips and praising us for our
"performance," but I couldn't look at Jodi for a long time.

  When we were alone, Jodi asked if she had hurt me. I told her,
no, it hadn't hurt.

  "Are you going to be able to do this?" she asked.

  I looked at her coldly.

  "Like you care," I said. And I went into the bedroom, closing
the door, my face hot with embarrassment. I was confused, even
more so since the dildo had begun to feel good stretching me open
and sliding inside, stroke after stroke. I laid on my bed for an
hour, trying without success to sort things out. My pussy and leg 
were both a little sore.

  Finally I concluded that being mean to Jodi would do nothing
but alienate my best friend. She believed we could put on a
convincing act and make good money. We needed to survive, and I
felt I owed it to her to try. I went into the living room and
apologized to a much-relieved Jodi and we fixed dinner. The next
morning we did another walk-through. It did seem to get easier
and Jenn was very pleased.

  "I know this still feels strange," she said, giving me a hug.
"But you guys look VERY hot together. The clients are going to
LOVE you! In fact, I've got a job lined up tonight if you want
it."

  I could tell Jodi was eager to get started, so I agreed even
though I felt far from ready. That night, in costume, we drove to
a neat, middle-sized house in a Las Vegas suburb.

  I was surprised when the door was answered by a cheerful little
old man who had to be at least 70. He led us to the living room,
introduced his equally cheerful and elderly wife, and offered us
drinks. We declined.

  "Then you can start whenever you're ready," he said eagerly.
The old couple were on Jennifer's list of regulars, so they had
already paid by credit card. I grinned when it occurred to me
they could be paying for our services with Social Security money.

  It was easier than I thought. The old couple sat on a couch
facing a large, carpeted space in their living room. Jodi in her
preppy clothes began talking to me, kissing and hugging. I was
much better at faking that part although my lips remained closed
to the occasional touch of Jodi's tongue. She was getting much
better at the foreplay, taking more time and paying much more
attention to my ears, neck, breasts. She spent a lot of time
behind me, reaching around and  stroking my nipples with her
fingers, giving an occasional light pinch. That always drives me
nuts!

  When she got our clothes off, Jodi kissed me again, alternately
holding my head in her hands pressing hard, then pulling my hips
against hers with both hands on my butt. I felt dizzy and I was
dripping sweat. After that it went just like we practiced -- the
big, rubber phallus sliding and sliding, deep in me. I really got
into the moaning and panting at the end, and Jodi sounded like
she was exploding. I collapsed forward with the dildo still
inside and she rode me down. I felt her hard nipples brushing my
sweaty back.

  When I glanced at the old couple, they had their arms around
each other, kissing excitedly. It was kind of cute. They tipped
us $200 and said they'd ask for us again. Jodi was flushed and
excited on the way home, pleased with our earnings. We did two
more shows that week, one for a middle-aged couple who did
everything we did, and one for a single guy in his 50s. He sat
there naked, masturbating and moaning so loud I thought he was
dying.

  After three shows we were rolling in cash. A triumphant Jodi
dragged me out for a fancy dinner at the DI. SHE had no doubts.
Then a couple of days later Jennifer knocked on our door, more
excited than I've ever seen her.

  A high-roller was in town, she told us excitedly, he wanted a
special show and she was putting it together. Things were going
so well that Jodi agreed without asking anything about the show
but where and when. Late that night we were ushered into the
entry hall of what had to be the biggest suite in Vegas.

  I wasn't surprised to see two other couples waiting, both
girl-girl pairs dressed boy-girl. Jenn had told us there would be
a crowd, and Jodi and I were dressed boy-girl as well. The
marble-floored, gilt-mirrored entryway made me nervous. The
ceiling seemed a mile high.

  "How is this going to work? Is it going to be all of us at
once?" I whispered to Jodi. She shrugged, but I could tell she
felt nervous, too. Finally Jenn bustled in, looking flustered for
the first time since I'd known her.

  "Okay girls, here's the plan," she said. "You'll all go in at
the same time, introduce yourselves, then Mr. Karasatos will tell
you what he wants."

  "Aren't you going to be there," I said shakily.

  "No, I'll be waiting outside," she smiled apologetically, "but
here's the good news."

  She handed us each an envelope. Opening mine I found 10 $100
bills.

  "That's just for showing up!" Jenn said excitedly, and I
noticed she was holding an envelope, too. She had us put our
envelopes in our purses and leave them on a beautiful gilded side
table. "Now get in there and knock their socks off!"

  We filed into a huge, sumptuously decorated living room and met
Mr. Karasatos. He was short, mostly bald and deeply tanned with
strong features. He wore a loose shirt that looked like nubby
silk, beautifully tailored slacks and no shoes. He gave a small
smile when he introduced himself to each of us and shook hands.
His hands felt strong and dry. He led us to the far end of the
room where there was a round bed covered with a gleaming white
satin sheet. There was no top sheet or bedspread, but a
half-dozen satin-cased  pillows were scattered around. The bed
was brightly lit while the rest of the room was half in shadow.

  Just beyond the bed, two steps led up to a raised area where
two comfortable, high-backed chairs sat side-by-side.

  "Now, ladies," he said, turning to face us (his accent sounded
faintly British). "You are all very beautiful and I am so pleased
with Jennifer for bringing you here."

  He did sound sincerely pleased, and very charming.

  "I have a plan for this evening. If you follow my plan, there
will be some surprises for you, but I know we will all enjoy
ourselves. And I know you will be perfectly satisfied with the
envelope you receive."

  Mr. Karasatos paused and looked at us closely, one by one. I
dropped my eyes when his gaze got to me. I had the feeling his
plan would not follow Jennifer's standard scenario, and that made
me nervous. But Jodi didn't budge so I stayed put, too.

  We had naturally lined up next to our partners facing the
gleaming white bed.

  "Would all the young gentlemen please take a step forward, then
turn and face your partner? Mr. Karasatos asked.

  Young gentlemen! I thought, surprised. What young gentlemen?
Then I felt like such a dunce when Jodi and the other two girls
who were dressed "boy" stepped forward and turned to face us who
were dressed "girl." Jodi smiled at me and I felt myself
blushing. I have fair skin that turns rosy red when I blush. And
knowing it's so obvious makes me blush even more. I could feel
the warm tingle rising in my face.

  I was so preoccupied that I missed the next thing Mr. Karasatos
said, but suddenly Jodi was gone and her place was taken by
another of the girls dressed "boy." Confused, I looked and found
Jodi was now standing facing the girl to my left.

  "I realize that changing partners will add an element of the
unknown," Mr. Karasatos continued. "But I hope to make tonight's
celebration more spontaneous. My wife loves improvisation."

  Wife? I thought. What wife? Puzzled, I glanced at the "boy" who
was my new partner and found her staring at me boldly, a hard
little smile on her lips. She stepped in line beside me and I
realized that I would have to perform on the white satin bed with
her, not Jodi. I felt a sudden hollow feeling in my stomach.

  My new partner was dressed in a plain black t-shirt and jeans,
with clunky black boots on her feet. A baseball cap was tipped
onto the back of her head. Her blonde hair was cut much shorter
than Jodi's and her substantial breasts were flattened by a
sports bra at least a size too small. She had a very attractive
face, not a bit masculine, and looked a couple of years older
than me. Her arms and shoulders looked strong and smooth, like a
swimmer. I smiled at her and she returned a slight smile.

  That's when I noticed two more women entering the room from a
side door. The one in front was not only nude but hairless from
head to foot! Not even eyebrows. She was the strangest looking
girl! No taller than five feet, she was straight, slender and
pale, with a beautiful face that reminded me somehow of elves and
fairies. Her eyes slanted up at the corners, cat-like, and her
mouth looked at the point of smiling. She was nearly flat, but
large, dark nipples stood out high on her chest. The bare mound
where her legs joined was divided by a delicate slit. She seemed
young, but I couldn't tell her age.

  I was still gawking at the hairless girl when the woman behind
her caught my eye. Nearly six feet tall, she was dressed in a
white silk nightgown with a wide lace hem that flowed around her
ankles and along the carpet behind her. A loose coat of matching
white silk hung from her shoulders to her hips. Her light olive
complexion was complemented by a thick, springy mane of black
hair that spread over her broad shoulders. More handsome than
pretty, her thick eyebrows, straight nose and strong chin, gave
her the look of a Greek goddess. The girl stopped beside the
chairs on the upper level, but the woman walked down the steps to
stand beside Mr. Karasatos.

  "Here they are, Catherine, aren't they beautiful," he said. Her
eyes swept down the line, lingering briefly on our faces. She
turned and smiled at him.

  "They ARE beautiful, sweetheart. Have you explained things?" He
nodded. "Then let's begin."

  Mr. Karasatos led his wife up to the chairs where they both
turned and sat. The strange hairless girl sat on the top step
between them, her legs held modestly together. When she turned
slightly to look up at Mrs. Karasatos I could see she wasn't
completely hairless after all. She wore a short ruff of dark hair
beginning at the top of her neck and covering the rounded back of
her head.

  "Let's start with this couple," Mrs. Karasatos said, pointing
to Jodi and a petite redhead with pouty lips standing beside her.
"Clare will show the rest of you where to wait."

  Clare the hairless girl stood and walked toward us, smiling
slightly. She made a gesture for us to follow her. I gave a last
glance at Jodi, but she was looking at Mr. and Mrs. Karasatos.
Clare led the four of us into a short hallway with doors on both
sides. She motioned my partner and I towards one door and the
other couple towards the other.

  "Relax, have a drink if you like, but don't get drunk," she
said in a soft voice. "And no smoking, please."

  When the door closed behind her, I looked around. We were in a
beautifully furnished, but otherwise normal hotel room with a
king-size bed. I sat in one of the chairs and an uncomfortable
silence fell. The girl in black prowled around, flipping the
lights on in the bathroom, glancing at me occasionally. I watched
her in my peripheral vision until I couldn't stand it any longer.
I got up and headed for the mini-bar.

  "What's your name?" I asked. "Do you want a drink?"

  She smiled and sat on the bed.

  "Dannie, short for Danielle. Yeah, bring me a beer. Anything
domestic." I handed her a can of Michelob and sat back in the
chair. She popped the top and sipped from her beer.

  "Aren't you drinking?"

  "No, I'm too nervous. My stomach is a big knot."

  We fell silent and several minutes passed.

  "You're straight, aren't you?" she asked suddenly. She was
looking directly at me. For some reason I couldn't meet her gaze.

  "Yes ... you?"

  "Bi," she declared, "but I like girls better."

  I didn't say anything. She got up and paced the length of the
room. Turning she walked back to me and stood in front of my
chair. I looked down at her boots and her legs in those tight,
black jeans. She didn't seem to be wearing a dildo. Suddenly her
fingers brushed my cheek. Surprised, I turned my face down and
away. Dannie chuckled.

  "Don't you like it?" she asked huskily. I couldn't look at her.
My mouth was dry. She reached down and lightly stroked my left
breast through my dress and bra. I jerked away.

  "Your nips are hard," she whispered. "I can see them through
your bra."

  I wanted her to leave me alone. I wondered about Jodi. I
wondered if she was naked on the white satin bed, kneeling behind
the petite redheaded girl with the pouty lips. For a second I
wondered if the redhead's pussy lips were pouty, too, then I
pushed the thought from my mind. It didn't mean anything.

  Dannie tried to touch my breast again, but I blocked her by
hunching over. She hissed with anger and stepped back. She sat on
the bed and leaned towards me.

  "You think you're special because you're so pretty," she
snarled. "I bet guys have been sniffing after you for years. One
way or another I'm going fuck you tonight," she paused and in a
softer voice said, "We could get to know each other ... have a
little fun."

  I didn't answer or look up. The silence seemed to last a long
time.

  "Typical fucking straight," Dannie growled. "Too uptight to try
something new, but not too uptight to fuck another girl for
money!"

  I ignored her, knowing she was wrong. The silence stretched out
again. I could feel her eyes boring into me.

  "Fake lesbians putting on a fake show for the paying
customers," she said bitterly. "I'll bet you and your cookie
don't even eat each other. Or is she a closet dyke? ... I'll bet
she is ... She use a strap-on? ... She probably likes to pretend
she's got a dick! You make me hurl!"

  I could feel my face burning during Dannie's tirade. Finally
she flopped back on the bed and was silent. I started to relax,
and slowly began to feel better. Time passed and I started to get
tense again. Soon it would be me on the white satin bed. With
Dannie.

  "I'm sorry you don't like me," I whispered. There was no
answer. We waited again in silence. Finally there was a soft
knock and Clare opened the door. Her smooth, bare skin gleamed in
the lamplight.

  "Please come with me," she said smiling. Following her down the
hall towards the huge living room, it suddenly it occurred to me
that the single patch of hair on the back of her head was the
perfect size and length to be grabbed ... like a handle. A hand
gripping that hair would be able to guide her head in any
direction ... and her mouth. I pushed the thought from my head.

  Mr. and Mrs. Karasatos still sat in the two big chairs. He
looked just the same, but her nightgown hung open down the front.
I caught a flash of one breast as she turned towards us. Her
large, dark eyes gleamed in the dim light and she smiled.

  "Welcome," she said, sipping a pale liquid from a wineglass.
"The evening has begun well and now it's your turn to enjoy ...
and be enjoyed ...

  "You may begin."

  A sudden shove from behind sent me sprawling onto the big round
bed. Dannie's knee was in my back and she was taking -- no
ripping -- my light dress off. Tug, rip, tug and my back was
exposed ... a deft twist and my bra was undone. Hands dug up
under my skirt. Automatically I struggled and tried to close my
legs, but Dannie's knee forced them apart and then my panties
were gone, pulled roughly down my legs. Grabbing an arm, she
flipped me over and straddled me, amazingly strong. She was
staring down, still fully clothed. Rip, tug, rip and the top of
my dress was in shreds. I tried to hold my bra over my breasts,
but she pulled it roughly out of my hands and tossed it away. I
looked up to see a grim smile on her face.

  "Your ass is MINE, little cookie!" she hissed.

  Dannie raised herself up and a few more rips left me naked
under her. Scraps of my dress littered the bed. She reached for
my breasts and I tried to grab her hands. She slapped me one hard
stinging time that left my head ringing. Determined not to cry, I
lay motionless while her hands roamed over me for several minutes
... squeezing, pinching, stroking. She grabbed the bottom of her
t-shirt with both hands and pulled it over her head. The sports
bra came off next and her large breasts swung free. She leaned
forward, the rough cloth of her jeans digging into my belly. I
turned my face away.

  "You're gonna suck tit, my little friend!" and when I shook my
head, 'No,' she took my left nipple in a fierce grip. "Suck mine
or lose yours!"

  The next moment Dannie pressed a nipple against my lips. I
closed my eyes, reluctantly opened my mouth and began to suckle.
I suspected she would carry out her threat if I resisted. For a
second I considered biting her nipple off, but I was afraid. Her
nipple began to get hard as I sucked. Above me she gave a harsh
moan.

  "That's it," she said in a harsh whisper. "Mmmmm. Uuuuunh,
That's it. You're doing great!"

  I fell into it gradually. A Dannie moaning in pleasure wasn't
likely to hit me. I began working on her nipple, first sucking
softly, then hard, then flicking it with my tongue the way I
liked. She was almost purring with arousal.

  After awhile Dannie pulled her nipple out of my mouth with tiny
pop and I opened my eyes. She smiled down at me almost softly,
replacing her hard, wet nipple with her soft, dry one. I closed
my eyes and began nursing again. She pressed her breast against
my willing mouth, gave a small gasp and began again to moan her
arousal.

  "That's soooo good," she whispered. "Mmmmmm-unh!"

  I sucked her for a long time, concentrating my mouth and tongue
on her long, stiff nipple and her aureola. I began feeling a
little warm, too. Then Dannie pulled away and flopped on her back
beside me. I looked and she was pushing her jeans down her
muscular legs. She wore no panties and her pussy was completely
bare. Unlike Clare's discreet little slit, Dannie's pussy was
gaping wetly open, her inner lips exposed, swollen, dark and wet.

  In seconds she was kneeling over me again. She straddled my
right leg and lowered her naked pussy onto my thigh. Dannie drove
her weight down, rubbing her wet sex against me. Then she began a
rhythm, first grinding her pussy against my leg then lifting up
briefly before grinding down again. Her breathing rapidly began
to grow deep and hard, with occasional sharp gasps. Her eyes were
closed to slits and her face twisted with pleasure.

  Dannie's right leg was between mine, rubbing into my crotch as
she humped me. Her large breasts swayed heavily above me, just
out of reach. Warmth spread slowly from my pussy throughout my
body, but she wasn't trying to get me off. She was building
quickly towards her own climax and my slow arousal was just a
side effect. My whole thigh was wet with her juice.

  "AAAAgghh!" she gave a brief shout, then Dannie was flat on top
of me. Her arms held me, giving leverage as she doubled the speed
of her humping. Then she was cumming, a good hard cum, humping my
leg as fast as she could, moaning and crying out with her face
buried against my bare breasts.

  "Ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh-Ungh-Ungh-UNgh-UNgh-UNGH!-UNGH!-UNGH! Oh
fuck me you CUNT, oh FUCK! oh FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME!" she cried.

  Her orgasm slowly faded and Dannie lay there for several
minutes, collapsed on top of me, our sweaty skin sticking
together, her quick breath tickling my chest. Strangely, it made
me feel good that she had cum, that I had given her a good cum.
After awhile, Clare appeared and knelt on the round bed beside
us. She tapped Dannie on the arm.

  "Thank you. You can go now."

  Dannie lifted herself up, glancing at me briefly with no
expression. She hopped off the bed and started pulling on her
clothes. I began to sit up, hoping something remained of my
dress, but Clare stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. I looked
at her and she was looking back with a slight, sweet smile.

  "Please stay for awhile," she said.

  I laid there with Clare kneeling beside me, not knowing what
else to do. She watched Dannie walk towards the door. From the
corner of my eye, I could see Mr. and Mrs. Karasatos -- two dim
figures sitting motionless in their chairs. The big door thumped
closed behind Dannie.

  "That didn't look very pleasant for you," Clare said softly.
Her hairless head was backlit and it was hard to see her face.
"Mrs. Karasatos has asked me to finish what your partner began."

  Before I could decide what she meant, Clare moved down, gently
pressed my knees apart with her small hands and leaned down to
place her open mouth on my pussy. Her tongue found my clit and a
jet of pleasure shot from my throbbing clit up my spine to
explode in my head. My head slammed back on the bed and I heard
myself moan.

  I had never experienced oral sex, but in three seconds I knew I
LOVED being licked! I looked down to see Clare's straight little
nose burrowing into my hairy mound. Her unseen mouth was busy
with my slit, but her eyes looked up at me, smiling. She took my
swollen clit between her lips and sucked gently. Another electric
shock zoomed up my spine to my brain then ricocheted down to my
stiffening nipples.

  Clare wasted no time. Her tongue moved quickly, licking my clit
a couple of times then wiggling its way down my slit to my
dripping vagina. She rimmed my opening, shot her tongue deep
inside me then started the process again. I was in heaven.

  But suddenly I felt guilty. I don't know how I found the
strength, but I reached down and gently lifted Clare's face from
between my legs.

  "My God, that's wonderful," I panted. "But you don't have to do
this for me."

  She smiled, running her pink tongue around her glistening lips.

  "Don't worry, sweetheart," she said softly. "This is what I
like. This is what I do," and she lowered her face again to my
pussy. I gave in to the rising waves of pleasure.

  Soon I was emitting steady groans as a powerful pressure built
inside me. Clare's mouth was completely devoted to my pussy,
licking, sucking and probing deeply. A couple of times she seemed
to suck directly at the juices I knew were flowing out of me. I
felt more than heard her own excited moans.

  Eventually the tension grew until my stomach muscles were hard
as a board and my hips began involuntarily humping upwards
against Clare's loving mouth. My pussy spasmed, my body felt on
fire and my rock-hard nipples begged for attention. I grabbed
them and tugged cruelly, somehow bringing relief. Then I was over
the top, cumming hard, my lower body convulsing as Clare clung to
my hips. Her mouth continued its relentless assault, her tongue
flicking my clit.

  "AAAAAAAAAEEeeeeeeeeeeee!" I screamed without caring who heard
me. "OH! ... OH! ... OH! ... OH! ... OH Nooooooooo!"

  Clare put her lips around my clit and began a gentle, insistent
sucking that seemed to prolong my cum without end.

  "Unh!-Unh!-Unh!-Unh!-Unh! OH! OHHHHHHHHHH!" I came and came and
came until finally I could stand no more and pushed Clare's head
away. Cupping a hand over my too-sensitive pussy, I closed my
legs and rolled to one side, shaking with exhaustion. Tears slid
down my face. Clare spooned herself behind and put her arms
around me. She held me and murmured soft, reassuring words that I
barely heard.

  I don't know how long we laid there together, but I finally
stirred and sat up. Mr. and Mrs. Karasatos were gone. Clare
smiled.

  "That was a beautiful climax," she said. "I loved watching
you."

  "That was the most incredible cum I've ever had," I said.
"Thank you so much!"

  "No, I should thank you. You really taste very sweet ... and so
sensitive. I thought you would cum forever."

  I blushed, suddenly a little shocked at having such a profound
experience with a stranger. Clare must have sensed some of what I
was feeling. She picked up my hand and smiled reassuringly.

  "What happened to your bosses," I said, waving at the empty
chairs.

  "They liked watching you and Dannie, but they REALLY liked
watching us. They've gone off to make love," she said dreamily.
"Soon they'll send for me." She licked her lips, "There'll be
some lovely leftovers."

  I must have gotten a funny look on my face, because Clare
looked at me and gave a long, delighted giggle.

  Clare picked up a nearby phone and astonished me by ordering --
long after midnight -- a complete new outfit for me. She ordered
a dress, underwear, accessories and shoes -- specifying color,
style and fabric. She estimated all my sizes perfectly except for
my shoe size, and ordered everything delivered to the suite
immediately. Then she took me to a nearby bathroom and helped me
get showered and dressed. The dress alone was more than $1,000.

  Finally leading me towards the door, Clare pressed two
envelopes into my hand, kissed me lightly on the lips and told me
their driver would take me home. My purse was still sitting in
the entry hall, along with a uniformed limo driver. He drove me
back to the apartment as I stared through the tinted glass
windows of the limo at the lights of the Strip. At home Jodi was
pacing anxiously up and down in her robe, her wet hair up in a
towel.

  "Thank God you're home," she blurted as I walked in the door.
Then she stopped short.

  "Where did you get that dress?" She looked down. "And a new
purse and shoes, too?"

  "I'll tell you later," I said, heading for the bathroom. "Right
now I need to change."

  Ten minutes later I came out of the bathroom in my robe,
brushing my hair. Jodi was lying on her bed watching me.

  "How did it go?" she asked. "They said not to wait for you."

  "It was okay," I said, "kinda weird ... some good, some not so
good." She was watching my face closely. I put down my brush and
sat beside her on the bed.

  "I did decide a couple of things tonight," I said after a
pause.

  "What's that?"

  "First ... I want us to leave Vegas."

  "Oh!" Jodi's face registered surprise, but no strong
opposition. She looked up at me.

  "And ... I decided I want to do this," I said. I leaned down
and kissed Jodi, pressing hard from the very first and pushing my
tongue between her startled lips. It only took her a second to
recover and we were kissing passionately, our tongues wrestling
deep in her mouth, then deep in mine. It was a series of kisses,
really. First I was kissing her, then she was kissing  me. My
kisses, I know, were forceful, almost bruising, full of pent-up
want. I wanted to tell Jodi so much with those kisses. Finally,
we broke apart breathlessly, looking in each other's bemused
faces.

  "I'm so glad you finally decided to meet me halfway," Jodi
blurted. I laughed.

  "Oh, I'm going to meet you more than halfway!" I said, pushing
her gently back on the bed.

  I tugged loose the knot of Jodi's robe. She watched wide-eyed
as I spread her robe open, her small round breasts waiting, her
pubes glistening. I pulled one of her legs wide and leaned
quickly forward. Mimicking Clare, I put my mouth on Jodi's pussy
and darted my tongue down to find her little pearl. I knew just
where to look, and I heard Jodi gasp. Then she gave a low,
crooning moan.

  I circled her clit with my tongue-tip, wetting it, brushing it
slightly. She pressed her hips slowly up and opened her legs,
offering herself. I pressed my tongue-tip down her slit, then
slowly licked back up to her clit. I felt her hands on the back
of my head, pressing my face against her. I was glad to
cooperate.

  I closed my mouth over her pussy and began licking in earnest,
flicking lightly over her clit half-a-dozen times, then pursing
my lips to suck gently.  Then again. And again. Jodi cried out
something that could have been, "NO!" but her hands still pressed
my face into her. I licked and licked, loving her smell, the
slightly tangy taste of her liquid and the insistent thrusting of
her hips.

  I settled down to short, steady licks across her clit with the
tip of my tongue. Her hips still thrust up against my mouth, but
my hands could feel the tension growing in her belly muscles. I
wanted to make Jodi cum as badly as I ever wanted anything. I
wanted this cum to be ours ... mine and Jodi's.

  I was lost in the smell and taste and wet softness of her in my
mouth, and the sound of her gasping that turned into
"unh-unh-unh-unh-Unh-Unh-UNh!-UNh!-UNH!-UNH!-UNH!UNH!UNH!UNH!UNH!
And her moans merged into one long, deep cry from her soul.

  "BETH!" Jodi shouted, "BETH! BETH! BETH! Ohhhhh! EAT ME! EAT MY
PUSSY! PLEASE! PLEASE! DON'T STOP EATING ME! DON'T STOP!"

  And her hips were thrusting up against my mouth and her hands
gripped my hair, pressing my face into her wonderful, hot,
wetness. I maneuvered one hand briefly, then pushed two fingers
up her pussy. Jodi's lower body convulsed anew when she felt the
penetration, and I felt her heels beat briefly on my back as her
climax continued.

  "FUCK ME BETH! OH DO IT! PLEASE FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME SO HARD!"

  So I did, thrusting my fingers inside her again and again, and
licking and licking until she finally fell quiet and limp
underneath me and the only sound was her ragged breathing. I laid
there for awhile, my cheek against her tangled wet muff. My
fingers slid out of her clasping warmth.

  I sat up and looked at my beautiful friend spread out beneath
me, her legs wide, skin and hair glistening wet everywhere I
looked. Her little pink nipples atop her small, round breasts
looked painfully erect. I lifted my wet fingers to my nose and
smelled her, then put them in my mouth and tasted her. Then I
watched her lie there for a long time. Finally she raised her
head and our eyes met.

  "That was incredible," she whispered hoarsely, smiling. "Thank
you ... THANK you!"

  "Don't thank me yet," I said with my own smile. "Because we're
just getting started."

  I stood up, untied my robe and let it drop from my shoulders to
the floor. Jodi's eyes were instantly drawn down to where the
big, flesh-colored dildo hung heavily in its harness, swaying
slightly when I moved. Jodi made a little choking sound in her
throat.

  "Oh baby!" she whispered, wide-eyed.

  I knelt between her legs, looking at her beautiful, round
little breasts topped with stiff pink nipples. The swollen lips
of her sweet pussy were just visible in the thick hair where her
long legs joined her hips. Leaning down I pressed her pussy open
with one hand while positioning the head of the dildo at her
entrance with the other.

  Jodi tilted her hips to meet the coming thrust and looked up at
my face.

  "Are you sure?" she asked. For an answer I leaned forward and
my weight pressed my cock slowly and steadily between her
widespread legs. Jodi gasped, spread her legs wide and thrust
upward with her hips. In  less than a minute I was buried in her,
our pussy hair mingling, my breasts flattened on hers.

  "I'm sure," I said, and began to fuck her gently, and with
love.


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