by Ray Gordon
'How the hell do you know so much?' the woman asked, shaking her head and frowning.
"This is a dangerous business. As you'll appreciate, I can't be too careful. You know what I want, Kitty. I want a girl. May I see the photographs?'
'I can do better than photographs. There's a girl upstairs. One hour, that's all you can have with her. Two hundred, up front.'
'I've not brought any money with me.'
'In that case—'
'I'll take a look at her,' Samantha cut in. 'If I like what I see, then...'
'You'll have to get the cash first.'
'You don't trust me, Kitty? Look, I'll have an hour with her and then go and get the cash. If you don't want it that way, then we'll have to forget it. You did say that these things have to be arranged. I wasn't expecting you to come up with the goods. That's why I didn't bring any money. Bear in mind that I intend to become a valued customer, Kitty.'
'All right,' the woman finally conceded. 'She's tied up in the spare room. No more than an hour because I'll have to get her cleaned up and take her home. In fact, it might be an idea to make it fifteen minutes.'
'Is that all?'
'Seeing as you have no money with you... Look at this as a taster.'
'All right, fifteen minutes. Where do you get the girls from?' Samantha asked.
'I can't tell you that. Suffice to say that I have a friend who works with girls. It's not been easy arranging this at such short notice.'
'I appreciate it,' Samantha said. 'As I said, if I like the girl, then I'll become a good customer.'
'I'll take you to her.'
'Right,' Samantha said, following the woman to the door.
Walking into the spare room, Samantha gazed at a girl's naked body lying on the bed. Her limbs spread, her wrists and ankles bound with rope, she had a boyish figure. This was an excellent scam, Samantha mused, eyeing the girl's breasts, her nipples, as Kitty checked her gag. The woman had obviously chosen her girls well.
'I'll leave you to enjoy yourself,' Kitty said, moving to the door.
'I'm certainly going to do that,' Samantha replied, running her fingertips over the girl's naked vaginal lips.
'Her name's Julie, by the way. I'll be back in fifteen minutes.'
Sitting on the edge of the bed as the woman left the room and closed the door, Samantha smiled at her victim. Parting the fleshy swell of the girl's vulval lips, she peered at the intricate folds nestling within her wet valley of desire. Slipping her finger into the girl's snug sex sheath, Samantha breathed deeply, her stomach somersaulting as her arousal heightened. She wasn't a lesbian, she mused. But she was beginning to enjoy the feel of another girl's hot vagina.
'You're not a virgin,' she murmured. 'You're not innocent and you've not been brought here against your will. In fact, you're only too willing to have your cunt abused. And I'd say that you're at least seventeen or eighteen.' The girl's blue eyes frowning, she stared hard at Samantha. 'OK, this is the deal. You're going to tell me who you are, where you live and how Kitty met you and got you into this.'
Slipping her finger out of the girl's hot vaginal duct and removing the gag, Samantha hoped that she wouldn't scream out. The girl was obviously too stunned to say anything as she looked at Samantha. And probably too frightened. After all, Samantha could have easily been an undercover cop. Slipping two fingers back into the tight sheath of Julie's vagina, she pressed hard against her pubic bone and grinned at the girl.
'OK, we'll start by you telling me how old you are.'
'Seventeen,' the girl confessed softly.
'How did you get into this scam?'
'I can't tell you.'
'I think you can,' Samantha returned, digging her fingernails into the girl's inner vaginal flesh. 'Talk, or I'll...'
'All right,' Julie gasped, her pretty face grimacing. 'I met Kitty through a friend. I was working from home and—'
'As a prostitute?'
'Yes. I met Kitty and she told me about her business.'
'How many clients does she have?'
'God knows. Dozens, I reckon.'
'I see. OK, you're working for me from now on.'
'Working for you?'
'If you want to stay out of trouble, you'll report back to me. I want names and addresses of all the clients. I want to know how many girls are working for Kitty and their names and addresses.'
'But there's no way I...'
'It's up to you, Julie. Either you work for me, or... I really don't think you want to know what the alternative is.'
'All right,' the girl sighed.
'What's your phone number?' Samantha asked, pulling her fingers out of the girl's vagina and taking her mobile phone from her bag. 'I intend to make sure you're telling the truth before we go any further.'
Punching the buttons as Julie revealed her number, Samantha listened to the ringing tone. She had no idea where this was going to lead, she mused as an answer-machine took the call. 'Hi, this is Julie. I'm not here right now but—' Switching her phone off, Samantha wondered what to do. It crossed her mind to make some serious money out of the scam, but she reminded herself that she was supposed to be getting a story for the paper.
'OK, so you've been truthful so far,' she said, slipping a finger back into the girl's vaginal duct again. 'How many clients do you see each week?'
'A dozen or so.'
'How much?'
'I get half. Usually around a hundred.'
'One hundred for each client you entertain? Miss Kitty is doing well, isn't she?'
'We all do well. And there's nothing illegal about it.'
'Isn't there?'
'It's prostitution, that's all. So who are you? A cop?'
'I intend to take over the operation,' Samantha announced, her finger sliding in and out of the girl's drenched vagina. 'Is there anyone else running this besides Kitty?'
'No, it's just her.'
'Good, good. Right, I have your phone number so I'll be in touch.'
'Kitty has been running this for years. Why don't you set up your own business?'
'That's exactly what I intend to do. Using her girls and her clients. Talking of which, give me a few names of your clients.'
'I don't know,' Julie sighed. 'Fred, John, Ian...'
'Geoff?'
'Yes, Geoff and his wife Jane. You know them?'
'Yes, I do. Anyone else locally?'
'I shouldn't think they give their real names. There's one man who calls himself Dray. Another goes by the name of Clayton.'
'Clayton?' Samantha echoed. 'That wouldn't be Clayton Hargreaves, would it?'
'Yes, that's right. Do you know him?'
'I've heard of him,' Samantha said, imagining Zak's best friend being involved. 'Do you go to his place?'
'No, no.'
'Where, then?'
'There's... Here, sometimes.'
'There's what? What were you about to say?'
'Kitty has a place. We work from there.'
'Where is it?'
'Look, I...'
'Where is it?'
'OK, OK,' Julie gasped as Samantha again dug her fingernails into the creamy walls of her vagina. 'It's a flat above the chemist in the High Street.'
'There are no flats there.'
'It's a dancing school. I should say, it looks like a dancing school. The punters look at the girls through a two-way mirror and make their choice. Dressed in a leotard, Kitty takes a girl into a back room where the punter is and—'
"The girl feigns shock and fear?'
'Something like that. The punters think it's genuine. They believe that they really are choosing from a group of innocent girls. That's why they pay... They pay a lot.'
'How much for a dancer?'
'Three hundred upwards.'
'Very clever,' Samantha breathed. 'Kitty's quite a businesswoman, isn't she?'
'She's bloody clever,' Julie said. 'You imagine a man able to choose from a group of girls in leotards. The one he picks is brought to him in th
e back room and he can spend an hour with her. The guys love it. They pay up without question.'
'I'm sure they do. Right, I'm going now. I'll be in touch.'
'I like you,' Julie said, smiling at Samantha. 'I reckon you're all right.'
'Thank you. And I reckon you're all right, too.'
'Don't you want... you know?'
'What?'
'Don't you want to lick me?'
Her stomach somersaulting, Samantha realized that she very much wanted to lick and taste the girl's vulval crack. Sighing, she checked her watch. She had about five minutes before Kitty hammered on the door. Time enough to... But, she wondered, was this really what she wanted? Confusion flooded her racked mind. Gazing at Julie's pert breasts, her ripening nipples, she knew that she was heading down a road to a life of lesbian relationships with anyone and everyone. But Julie looked so lovely and... innocent?
Settling between the girl's splayed legs, Samantha ran her wet tongue up Julie's sex groove. Lapping up her flowing juices of arousal, her tongue snaking into her vaginal entrance, she felt her own love juices oozing from her hungry pussy as she sucked and mouthed between the girl's naked thighs. Quivering, Julie lifted her rounded buttocks clear of the bed, forcing her naked vaginal flesh hard against Samantha's mouth as her juices of lust gushed from her spasming vaginal sheath.
'You're good,' Julie gasped as Samantha sucked her clitoris into her hot mouth and swept her tongue over the sensitive tip. 'God, I'm going to come already.' Fervently mouthing and sucking on the girl's ballooning clitoris, Samantha drove three fingers into the tight sheath of her cunt and massaged her creamy inner flesh. Crying out as her orgasm erupted within her pulsating clitoris, Julie shook violently in her lesbian-induced coming. Her naked stomach rising and falling, her nostrils flaring, she pumped out the creamy product of her orgasm, splattering Samantha's flushed face with her sex juices as she screamed out again.
The sound of the girl's squelching juices sending Samantha's libido rocketing, she finger-fucked Julie's cunt and sucked hard on her palpitating clitoris to sustain her incredible pleasure. It was amazing how her life had changed in a matter of days, she reflected, her full lips pressed hard against the pinken flesh surrounding the girl's orgasming clitoris. From a comparatively dull life with Zak to enjoying sex both with men and girls... But why had she been blessed with the gift of time travel?
'Your time's up,' Kitty called, banging on the door.
'All right,' Samantha replied, her mouth leaving Julie's clitoris as the girl floated down from her sexual heaven. 'I'll phone you,' she whispered, slipping her girl-wet fingers out of the burning sheath of Julie's cunt. 'I'll ring you later this evening.'
Replacing the gag, Samantha kissed Julie's flushed cheek before composing herself. She'd have liked to have spent an hour or more with the beauty, but she'd have the opportunity to pleasure the girl's body again. Particularly now that Zak was moving out of the flat, she mused, walking across the room and opening the door. With her cheating boyfriend out of the way, she was free to do what she liked when she liked. Descending the stairs, she found Kitty standing in the lounge doorway with her arms folded. The woman didn't appear to be too happy, and Samantha hoped she'd not overheard her conversation with Julie.
'When do I get the money?' Kitty asked.
'I'll drop fifty round tomorrow.'
'Fifty? But—'
'That's not bad for fifteen minutes, Kitty.'
'All right. Before you go, tell me how you know so much about me.'
'I've told you. I've done my homework.'
'Yes, but no one knows about Lodge Mead School.'
'I've been looking for a supplier for some time now. When Geoff put me on to you, I checked you out by watching you, following you. It's not difficult to check up on someone. Once I found out where you lived, I got your name. I'll see you tomorrow.'
Leaving the house, Samantha went home to discover that Zak had taken his things from the hall. Relieved, Samantha flopped down onto the sofa, her thoughts turning to the dancing school as she wondered how to pay the rent without Zak's money. Kitty was raking in the cash, more cash than any small-time newspaper journalist could ever hope to earn. The idea was brilliant, Samantha thought, picturing a group of leotard-clad girls practising their ballet routines...
Finding herself standing outside the dance room, looking through the open door at half a dozen girls, Samantha slipped behind the door before she was noticed. The girls looked so lovely in their leotards, their hair tied in ribbons, they were practising the splits. Looking up and down the passageway, she noticed a door at the far end. Sure that the potential customers were behind that door, looking through a two-way mirror, she stole along the passage and listened. She could hear the deep voice of a man remarking on a petite blonde as she pressed her ear to the door. She was desperate to learn more, but there was no way she could walk into the room and show herself.
'Oh, er...' she murmured as Kitty walked towards her. Frowning, Samantha wondered why the woman ignored her as she opened the door and said something to the customers. 'Kitty?' Samantha said as she closed the door and walked back to the dance room. This was amazing, she mused. The woman couldn't see or hear her. Walking into the small room, Samantha gazed at three men as they looked through the two-way mirror.
'I'll bet that cute blonde's got a tight cunt,' one man said, obviously unaware of Samantha as he sat on a sofa. 'Tight, wet, hot...'
'I'm going for that skinny dark girl,' another said. 'Just look at the way she opens her legs.'
Leaving the room, Samantha joined the girls. Wondering why no one could see or hear her, she realized the great potential of her gift. She could go anywhere at any time and spy on anyone, she reflected. Watching Kitty walk up to the dark girl and whisper something in her ear, Samantha knew that she was going to be taken to the customer. Following as they left the room, Samantha eyed the girl's slim figure. The tight material of her leotard clinging to her pert buttocks, she certainly looked the part. Watching as Kitty led the girl into another room, Samantha followed and stood by a glass-topped trolley piled with speculums and other metal instruments.
'The fitness examination?' the girl asked, gazing at an examination couch.
'Yes,' Kitty said, grinning. 'He's going to examine you, check you over to make sure you're fit enough for the ballet exam next week. Do your stuff and tell him that you're worried about your fanny. Only don't put it like that.'
'I won't,' the girl laughed as Kitty opened the door. 'I'll say that my little pink cunt hurts every time I get fucked by a horse.'
'God, no. Come to the office when you're done and I'll pay you. Right, I'll send him in.'
Again wondering why she couldn't be seen or heard, Samantha watched the middle-aged man enter the room and smile at the girl. The dancing school was a brilliant idea, and the doctor scam was sheer genius, she thought. The man even had a stethoscope around his neck and a file in his hand, Samantha observed as he asked the girl to remove her leotard. There was no way that he'd think this was a set-up, that the girl was in on the scam. As far as he was concerned, Kitty had gone to great lengths to have the girls believe that this was a real surgery and that the visiting doctors were genuine.
'You're taking the exam next week?' he asked as the girl stood before him in her bra and panties.
'Yes, that's right,' she replied softly.
'Hop onto the examination couch and I'll take a look at you,' he said, looking through the file. 'It says in your notes that you had an ankle strain last month. Is that giving you any trouble?'
'No, it's fine now,' the girl replied, lying on her back on the couch.
Samantha hovered in the corner of the room, watching the so-called doctor stand by the couch and press his fingertips into the girl's lower stomach. The surgery, the fake notes... This really was a brilliant scam, Samantha mused. Moving his hands down to her legs, he kneaded the firm flesh of her thighs, his fingers dangerously close to the tight crotch of her pink pant
ies. He obviously realized that he had to come across as a genuine doctor, so how was he going to get his fingers into the girl's tight pussy? Samantha pondered on the problem as he mumbled something about muscular development.
'Slip your panties and bra off, please,' he said, moving to the trolley. Lifting her rounded buttocks clear of the couch, the girl pulled her panties down her slender legs and unhooked her bra. Lying naked on the couch, her thighs deliberately parted, she gazed at the ceiling in her feigned innocence.
Kitty was a very clever woman, Samantha thought again. She'd set up the perfect scam. The so-called doctor probably believed that if the girl told anyone she'd been examined, they'd think nothing of it. As far as he knew, this was a genuine dancing school and Kitty was open about the fitness examinations.
'Have you had any pain in your lower stomach?' he asked, pressing his fingertips again into the soft flesh just above the gentle rise of her naked mons.
'Yes, a little,' she replied softly. 'I sometimes get pains lower down.'
'There?' he murmured, his fingertips pressing into the swell of her vulval lips.
'Yes, inside.'
'I thought as much,' he murmured, parting her thighs wider. 'It's probably nothing to worry about, but I'll check down there just to be on the safe side.'
Samantha watched as the fake doctor's trembling finger slipped between the fleshy pads of the girl's outer lips and sank deep into the tight sheath of her vagina. So far, so good, she thought. But how was he going to explain that he was going to force his cock into her cunt and fuck her? Kneading her breasts with his free hand, he was obviously becoming desperate to have his wicked way with her. Noticing the crotch of his trousers bulging with his erection, Samantha moved closer as he slipped his finger out of the girl's pussy and smiled at her.
'Everything seems to be in order,' he said. 'Are you on any medication?'
'No,' she replied. 'Miss Kitty did give me a sedative earlier because I had a headache. But I'm not taking any pills or anything.'
'Are you feeling sleepy?' he asked.
'Yes, I am.'
'I would imagine that's the sedative. Just close your eyes and relax while I check your ankle.'
