“Are you asking for a status report?” Vivica laughs.
“Oh be nice to the girl,” Angeline teases. “You’ve been doing wonderfully. More than I think either of us could have imagined really.”
“Great!” I take a sip of liquid courage. “I wanted to ask something else.”
They both look at me and put their forks down to give me their full attention. It makes me a little nervous actually. I stutter a bit, trying to get it out. Finally I manage.
“I’d like to get a little more. As a sex worker, a lot of my job description is intimate therapist. Lady Hawthorne I know there have been times when you have held yourself back. I want to see everything. I want to feel everything. Angeline, I do enjoy our occasional date nights but I’d like more. I’ve never slept in your room with you.
Also, I’d like to learn more about each of your personally. Neither of you have really opened up to me. I want to know about both of you. I know you both share this amazing house but you haven’t really gone into detail about why.”
They exchange a smile and Vivica takes a sip from her glass. She takes the initiative to speak. “Angeline and I grew up together. We met in high school. Back then she thought that her parents would be proud if she married a man and had kids. You know the whole white picket fence housewife bullshit.”
Angeline and I laugh a bit.
“I corrupted her quickly,” Vivica slide her hand over the table and gently grabs hold of Angeline’s hand. They smile at one another.
“Unfortunately our ways are and were just too different,” Angeline continues. “I love this fierce woman dearly but no way in hell could I be her partner.”
“And I love her. We did try to make it all work but found that it was better to find something else. We had separate partners for a while and those partners were always jealous of how close we were to each other.”
“One day I bring home this lovely little tart we both had our way with her. She didn’t last long though. Apparently the whole ‘sharing’ thing didn’t really work for her.” Angeline pauses and takes a sip of her wine. “Called up one of my friends from the city. You know, your Madam. She told me about some of her girls and here you are.”
“So you’re both just really good friends?” I ask.
“Very good,” Vivica laughs. “You know about us now. Tell us about you.”
I begin to tell them about my school days and how much I got teased. I tell them in detail about the bachelorette party where I started my journey as a sex worker. When I got to the part of my tale about the stalker who kept sending me gifts and how he had tried to brand me, they were on the edges of the chairs.
They listened to everything I had to say and assured me that branding was not on the list. We laughed and joked and talked for the rest of our dinner. It was amazing. I learned so much about each of them.
I learned that Vivica came from a wealthy family that made high end hard ciders. In fact this lovely dwelling was one of her relatives before they passed away and left it to her parents. They had no need of a third home so they gave it to her as a college graduation gift. She ended up getting a Bachelor’s degree in business management and a Master’s degree in botany. She stumbled upon the kink and bondage communities while in college and frankly never looked back.
Angeline came from a well-off family but as wealthy as Vivica. Her parents tried to get her to become a model when she was younger. She defied that wish and many others when she brought Vivica home. Her parents went off the walls when their daughter brought a black woman home for dinner and introduced her as ‘her girlfriend’. Pretty much after that she did what she pleased, which happened to include motorcycles. She was a high school teacher for a long while but now she mostly just lives off of Vivica’s good graces.
It was amazing learning about each of them and it was great to tell them my story. They do care for me and don’t know just how much this contract meant to me. Granted, I didn’t even know how much this contract would mean to me. I thought it was just going to be another job. I was wrong.
Dinner and dessert end and I clean the table as usual. Angeline goes into the living and I can hear her turn on the television and flip through the channels. Vivica comes into the kitchen behind me and kisses me on the back of the neck like she normally does.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her warm breath tickling my ear.
I shiver and smiles, my cheeks red hot. This is the first time that she has actually said that to me. I know that is very thankful for what I do, but to hear her say it.
She places her hands on my hips and kisses my cheek. She smacks me on the behind before leaving me to the dishes. I hear her join Angeline in the living room. After the dishes are clean I join them.
They have a spot between them open for me on the couch. Some comedic show is playing on the television. For the most part we ignore it. I sit between them with Vivica’s arm around my shoulders and Angeline’s hand caressing my thigh. It feels good to be between them and they seem to enjoy having me there.
***
A few weeks pass since our lovely dinner where we really opened up to one another. Those weeks have been amazing. I never knew that they could be so wonderful. We really took things up a notch. I haven’t slept in my room for over a month. I have been switching between Lady Hawthorne’s bed and Angeline’s.
When I am with Angeline we cuddle and kiss. Our bodies come together like a symphony. We embrace and touch every fiber of our beings. When we make love it feels right. We go on dates and she surprises me with flowers and little boxes of candies. Sometimes I scatter rose petals on her bed to set the mood or draw a hot bubble bath for her when she gets home.
With Lady Hawthorne it is much more rough and tumble. She spanks me, whips me, binds me with rope, and sometimes she brings out this toy she calls a violet wand. The sensation it creates is amazing. It can tickle like a feather or shock like a cattle prod. When we fuck it’s purely carnal. Our moans are like banshees wailing in a marsh. She surprises me with the occasional hand on the throat from behind and I surprise her by purposefully making sure something is out place when she gets home.
One particular evening I am sitting at the house waiting for them to come back. I have on a purple bikini with a towel wrapped around my waist. It is a nice night outside and since I have some time I decide to lounge in the hot tub with a glass of sangria. I drop my towel on a nearby chair, pour myself a drink, and set into the hot bubbling water. I watch the sunset over the hills.
It is so peaceful here. The sky is wide and colored with glorious reds and oranges. If the clouds were fruit slices it would look like my glass of sangria. I relax in the warm water with a jet blowing against my back.
I can hear Angeline’s motorcycle coming up the driveway. The garage opens and she parks it inside. I can hear her boots clicking on the floor inside the house. She comes outside and sits on one of the lounge chairs. I look over at her with a smile and she smiles back, unlacing her boots.
She kicks off her boots, lifts off her shirt, pulls down her pants, and eventually is standing naked on the back porch. She steps into the hot tub with me and sits across from me.
“Hard day?” I joke.
She laughs and takes my sangria. She downs at least a third of it before giving it back to me. I stick my tongue out at her playfully. We hear Lady Hawthorne’s car arrive and park in the garage. Her stiletto heels clicks against the floor as she approaches.
She opens the sliding door and steps out with us. It doesn’t take long for her to strip down, grab her own glass of sangria, and join us in the hot tub. They look at me and I feel overdressed. I take off my bikini and wave it at them, saying that I get the message. I toss it over next to my towel, carefully aiming so I don’t get my dripping swimsuit on their clothes.
We relax together, silently sipping sangria and watching the light redden then finally start to dim. The pitcher I had brought out is now empty and has been for some time. I look at them and they seem to have s
omething to say and are silently daring each other to spit it out. Finally Lady Hawthorne speaks up.
“Tomorrow night when I get home I want you dressed for an elegant evening. Not ball gowns, but high end social club. Do you understand?” She glares at me with fire in her eyes.
I nod. “May I ask why?”
“No.”
The conversation ends there. We spend a bit longer soaking in the tub together until the bubbles shut off. We all climb out and Angeline grabs my towel with a smirk at me. I try to grab my towel from her and she plays keep away. I smack her on her wonderfully rounded buttock, she shrieks. She turns to look at me and I realize that was the wrong thing to do.
She drops my towel, runs at me, and tackles me into the pool. We were warm from the hot tub, the pool is definitely colder. We both inaudibly scream under the water then audibly scream when we come up for air. Vivica stands on the edge of the pool drying off with the towel, obviously flaunting her success.
Angeline grabs the end of the towel and yanks. Vivica loses her balance and falls into the cool water making a large splash. We laugh until she surfaces and splashes Angeline. We laugh with one another and splash each other with armfuls of water. When we get close enough to someone we dunk them under the water then one of two things happens: the dunker gets away or gets dragged under as well.
Eventually it gets too cold to be in the pool and we get out. Vivica fishes the drenched towel out of the pool and hang it over the back of one of the chairs. We head inside to get dry towels and dry ourselves.
They each kiss me goodnight and head to their rooms. It seems odd to me to not be joining one of them for the night. I go up to my room and open the door. It looks the same. I still come here to get my clothes. I get in bed and it feels sad somehow. Not sleeping with one of them makes me realize just how much I want to just lie in bed with either of them, both of them.
The day of the fancy surprise is here and I am not ready in the least. I have gone through my closet at least four times. I have three outfits laid out on the bed and I can’t choose between them. I have no idea what is going to happen so I don’t know if maybe I should wear flats or if heels are okay.
I have less than an hour before Lady Hawthorne gets back and I need to make a decision. I spin around and point to the outfit I’ll be wearing. I pick up the black dress and nod to myself. I put on a matching set of black lace underwear and pull up a pair of thigh high stocking that are trimmed with black lace. I pull the dress over my head and look in the mirror.
It is a simple dress with a plunged neckline but it certainly hugs my curves wonderfully. I step into some black heels then do my make-up. I run my fingers through my hair a few times then I hear the car door shut downstairs.
Hurriedly, I make my way down and there in the foyer is Angeline and Vivica standing in the doorway. Angeline is wearing a red dress that almost makes her look like Jessica Rabbit. She’s only missing the gloves and matching purple shoes. Vivica is the only one of us not in a dress but she looks just as gorgeous. Her pantsuit makes her look powerful but still sexy.
We head out in the back of a limousine with Vivica’s normal driver. He brings us right to the front door of a restaurant that I had only ever heard of. This place is known as one of the highest of high class eateries.
Vivica stand between us with Angeline and me on either arm as though she were a playboy. She announces our arrival to the Maitre D. He takes us to a lovely table set with gold trimmed plates, real silverware, and a grand bouquet of flowers in the center. There are tables nearby with groups of businessmen, fancy couples on dates, and one or two families with young but not infantile children.
We sit down and both of them kiss me throughout the evening. I see some of the people staring at us. One of the mother’s furrows her brow and turns her children away. The other patrons don’t seem to appreciate our lesbian triad.
No one actually complains, so we just ignore them. The dinner is fantastic as is the dessert. We chit chat about this and that while we finish our chocolate covered sweets.
“I’ve had so much fun with you two. It’s been like a dream really.”
“You only have a few months before your contract ends,” Vivica says with a sad tone in her voice.
I had almost forgotten that I am here on a contract.
“We can extend the contract if you wish,” she starts. “Or we can continue without a contract.”
I can’t help but smile. I want so much to be with them, with no contracts. “What would that mean for us, to have no contract?”
Angeline and Vivica exchange a look. “You would be our girlfriend.”
***
That night was the first night of many that all three of us spent together. I thought it was nice when two of our bodies combined. It was absolutely heavenly when all three came together in a writhing, moaning symphony of pleasure.
Right as we got in the door, Vivica was behind me with her hands up under my dress pulling down my panties. Angeline was behind her pulling off her jacket and unzipping her pants. It took some time to just get to the stairs. My panties were on the floor along with all three pairs of shoes, Vivica’s jacket and pants, and Angeline’s stockings.
We headed up the stair and leave behind Vivica’s shirt and my stockings. Down the hall to Vivica’s room and Angeline has lost her dress. I pressed my lips against Angeline’s porcelain skin while unhooking her bra. She ran her fingers through my blonde hair. Vivica tossed her shirt aside along with her bra. Soon both of them were naked and I was left in just my dress. In unison they slipped their hands up underneath, caressing my body gently, then off came my dress.
Vivica kissed me forcefully and pushed me down on the bed. The two of them crawled up onto the bed and lay on either side of me. Angeline gently slid her hand up and down my body, wrapping her leg around mine. Her kisses were soft and gentle on my neck. Vivica slid her hand up my body to grasp my breast. I gasped as I felt her teeth against my nipple.
I leaned over to kiss Angeline. Our tongues touched for only a moment before Vivica grabbed my chin and brought my mouth to hers. Angeline leaned in close until all three of us were kissing one another. All three tongues massaged each other in unison. It felt amazing to taste both of them at once.
Vivica pushed Angeline aside and straddled my face. She smirked at me as I leaned in to give her an Australian kiss. Angeline smiled sweetly and slunk down to plant her lips against the ones between my legs. Vivica kept her balance with her hands on the headboard as she rocked her hips against my tongue. I licked every single, wet inch of her until she screamed.
My own moans added to my ferocity as Angeline pressed her tongue as deep as possible inside me. She suckled my clit, traced firm circles around it with her tongue, and thrust her tongue inside my tight slit. My moaning surely spurred her on.
Angeline made my body quake so hard that my thighs trapped her for a few moments. I screamed into Vivica’s slit which made her moan even louder. Once she finally gained her composure she hefted herself off the bed and went to rummage through a large chest at the foot of her bed.
My legs released Angeline and she crawled up to me. We kissed tenderly until we heard the sound of Velcro. We looked over at Vivica who was sporting a long hot pink erection strapped on with black straps. She smirked at us and Angeline smirked in turn before crawling over and playfully putting her mouth on the tip of the silicon phallus.
Angeline moved over to the side of the bed and placed her butt on the edge with her legs wide. Vivica took her stance right between her thick thighs, holding tight to the voluptuous hips. Angeline looked over at me and licked her lips. I smiled and straddled her face, facing Vivica so I could lean in and kiss her.
Vivica slowly began thrusting in and out of Angeline with the dildo which made her moan between my legs. I couldn’t help but moan into the tongue filled kiss I shared with Vivica. Angeline’s tongue touched every little bit from my inner walls to my clit. She grasped my hips and kept me right over
her mouth even after the first two times that my body shook in ecstasy.
Faster and harder Vivica began to thrust. I looked down for a moment to watch Angeline’s gorgeous breasts bouncing with the rhythm. Angeline’s body began to stiffen and quake. Her moaning was so loud that if we had neighbors right next door they surely would have called in a noise complaint.
Vivica slowly pulled away from Angeline and I got off of her face. She laid there for a while catching her breath but Vivica was not done. She climbed up on the bed and flipped me over so that I was on my hands and knees. She grabbed hold of my hips and started thrusting the silicon member in and out of me.
I moaned for her, it felt so amazing. She kept one hand on my hip while the other smacked my rear in time with her powerful thrusting. I moaned with every firm smack, pushing myself back against her. She kept her hot pink fake cock deep inside me and I loved it. I clutched the blanket beneath me as my body began to quiver.
She didn’t stop and I didn’t want her to. Angeline came up behind her, slid one arm around her ribs to caress a chocolate breast, and placed the other hand right on her slick mound. Angeline began thrusting two fingers in and out of Vivica as she was thrusting into me. The moans that escaped her lips were the best I had ever heard her make.
Vivica slowly pulled away from me as she was taken by Angeline. I turned around, undid the binding on the dildo, set it aside, and placed my tongue against her clit. Angeline rolled Vivica’s nipple between her fingers, pulling every now and then. She thrust her fingers as deep as possible inside this ebony goddess. I worked my tongue as fast as I could across her clit, making her gasp and moan and scream.
We made her erupt in a pleasure-filled body-quaking convulsive screaming orgasm. Angeline had to hold her steady as I licked her sensitive parts clean. We laid her down on the bed and let her watch and recuperate. Angeline and I embraced one another in a passionate kiss. Our fingers ran through each other’s hair as our tongues wrapped around each other.
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