At 5’ 6”, crystal blue eyes, and an incredible body, I knew I was hot. But, before coming to Vegas, I went to the salon, had my hair colored blonde with highlights, spent weeks tanning (with no lines), did aerobics class for three months and exercised in the gym to gain a 34C, 24-inch waste and 36-inch buttocks that took a lot of leg lifts. In many ways, I was a carbon copy of Penny.
As I moved closer, Thomas removed the bottle and stepped back as if to introduce me seductively and sanely to Janine. Still positioned with her legs nearly behind her head and her arms spread wide, I wondered how in the hell was that even comfortable. She invited me to climb on top of her, so I did without hesitation.
Both my hands, one on each side of her upper torso, holding my weight, I leaned forward to align my clit with hers. I pressed my crotch down upon her as I watched her roll her eyes back into her head and groan. The wet champagne had moistened her swollen lips and the smooth texture of her shaved pussy excited me. Leaning my nipples toward her body, I rested upon her round luscious tits. It shot a thrill through my body as goosebumps erected on my buttocks, arms and legs.
With her eyes closed, Janine stuck out her tongue. I knew what I had to do, but I had never done it before. All at once, various scenes and images from Girls Gone Wild flashed into my mind. I decided it was best to reenact a scene I had watched many times. Down I went, wrapping my mouth around her tongue, sucking it, sliding up and down as if it were a dick.
Obviously, she liked it. Janine pushed her hips up, driving my clit against hers. Then, she regained her tongue into her mouth and starting passionately kissing me. I must admit, kissing a girl is very different to kissing a guy—the right motions and spots made me drip even more than when I was masturbating in the kitchen. After a minute or more, I lifted myself off her tits and pressed against her vagina lips, rubbing them back and forth.
Wondering what Thomas was doing, I turned around in his direction to see him stroking his cock. “What are you waiting for,” I asked.
“Wasn’t sure what you wanted,” he replied.
“I’m still waiting,” I responded.
Turning back around, Janine was staring into my eyes with that same sexy scowl she used on Thomas a few moments ago. This time it was for me and it was enticing beyond measure. She slid her tongue out and started bending it with motions, as if she was licking my pussy. Without hesitation, I regained my position—tits on hers—and we began to kiss again.
Thomas climbed onto the bed, placing his knees against my inner thighs. Janine and I were enjoying the moment when I felt a poking against my pelvic area. It was Thomas’ cock, slipping its way in between Janine and myself. His firm dick, moistened by his pre-cum, easily slithered between our pelvic bones, as he pumped back and forth, sliding against our crotches. It was the most incredible feeling—so much stronger than a vibrator. I could sense the tip of his penis rubbing against me has he withdrew his hips, ever so slowly.
Thomas slipped off the bed. I turned to see what he was doing, when I saw the champagne bottle in his hand. I turned back to Janine and continued kissing her when her eyes popped wide open, as Thomas penetrated her with the bottle. She groaned while I kissed her and it motivated me as I anticipated what was going to happen next. Then I felt it—the tip of the bottle touching the lips of my vagina as he took his other hand and gently opened me up. The shaft of the glass was cold. I could feel the size increase as he slowly pushed it inside me.
He continued taking turns, penetrating Janine’s pussy and then mine, rotating as if we were sharing a drink. After a few intervals, he laid the bottle down on the bed and regained his position with his penis between our pelvic bones. How exhilarating, I thought—lost in the moment.
Thomas placed his cock inside Janine and starting thrusting his hips. I could feel his lower abdomen smack against my cheeks as he penetrated her. Then it was my turn. His massive head protruded my pussy with delight. He was huge. The intensity grew as I felt his shaved shaft and pelvic bone press against me. Wow, what a feeling it was, like never before—no pubic hair. The smooth surface caused my clit to tighten down on his throbbing dick, gripping it like a vice, as Janine’s moist pussy rubbed against mine.
The sexual encounter was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Never had I felt such emotions rushing through my body. I grasped my hands around Janine’s wrist—squeezing them with great force, pressing my tits against her nipples—as Thomas reached up and grabbed my long strands of hair. He pulled with force, but not enough to hurt me. My head lifted up off Janine’s lips as he yanked me backward, as if he was riding a wild bronco. Janine was rocking her hips forward and backward, rubbing her clit against mine, while Thomas continued to drive himself inside me, all the while pulling me into him by using my hair as his pry-bar, ripping me apart.
At that moment, I heard Thomas say, “Oh, my, God!” With one more push he pulled his dick out of me and then released an almighty roar. His hot cum blasted from his penis and landed on my lower back and buttocks. Typical guy, I thought, can’t wait for a woman to have an orgasm.
“Sorry, ladies,” he said, “I couldn’t hold it any longer.”
“That’s all right,” Janine replied. “It’s our turn.”
She motioned me to climb onto her, facing away. She pulled my hips back until my butt cheeks were on her breasts. Then she wiped his dripping cum off my back, pushed me forward and rubbed his juice on my twat. After she made me moist, she grabbed my hips and pulled me back. I instantly knew what she wanted me to do—sit on her face. So, I straddled my thighs around her cheeks and pressed my clit to her mouth. At once, she started licking my pussy. Oh, my, God, I thought, as she penetrated my vagina with her tongue. “That feels incredible,” I said aloud.
Janine grabbed my hips, pulling me down onto her face as she continued to lick me. Then she gripped each of my wrists with her hands and pulled me down, until my stomach landed on hers. An adrenaline rush took over as I gawked at her shaved pussy. I paused and stared when Thomas placed both of his hands on the back of my head and guided my face down until my mouth landed on her clit. Tasting a mixture of the champagne, Thomas’s fluid and Janine’s juice, I was lost in an ecstatic euphoria. I reached up with both my hands, spread her vagina lips and licked with force. I felt the tip of Janine’s tongue wiggling on my G-spot as she rapidly licked back and forth.
I saw Thomas’ cock about two inches from my forehead. His dick was still hard and long. Before I had a chance to react, his penis was penetrating Janine. Thomas gently pulled my hair out of my eyes, off my face, and to one side, to watch me lick Janine’s clit. I could see the veins bursting on his penis and it drew me like a bug in the night to a burst of light. Before I knew it, I was licking his dick and Janine’s pussy at the same time. It made her groan even more, I knew she was close. I did not want to be the last one to orgasm.
Not only had I never been with a girl, I had never cum with anything in my vagina. I always had to rub my clit. I felt Janine tugging at my sides, begging me to lit up for a moment. When I lifted off her pelvic area she grabbed my tits, massaging them and pinching my nipples. I returned the favor by taking my hand and rubbing her clit while Thomas continued to penetrate her.
I watched Thomas’s huge cock thump into Janine’s vagina as I continued to rub her clit; her wet tongue massaged my pussy and she squeezed my nipples. I was about to explode. I could hear Janine’s groans get louder and louder as she continued to lick me. Something about her groaning got to me. Her moaning increased in volume and speed. I knew she was about to cum and it excited me to the point I started squirting my juice into her mouth—no holding it back. I plastered her face with my fluid.
Within seconds, Janine started shouting, “Oh, yes . . . Oh, yes . . .” She starting cumming and, like a chain reaction, Thomas pulled out his cock and for a second time he blew his load, spraying a fair amount upon Janine’s stomach.
Out of breath, I was panting as my whole body shook. I rolled off Janine’s face and fe
ll face down on the bed beside her. She smacked my ass and shouted, “Now, that’s what I’m talking about, girl!”
Thomas took a towel and started wiping his sperm off Janine’s stomach. Then he unfastened the straps, freeing her arms and her legs. He slipped on his boxers, walked into the kitchen area, turned on the light, opened the refrigerator and said, “Who wants a beer?”
A beer, I thought . . . are you crazy? Coffee is more like it. But I did not say anything. I just laid there, numb all over.
***
A knock on the door woke me up from my orgasm hangover. Janine sat up, wrapped the sheet around her chest and said, “It can’t be. He’s not scheduled to be here until the weekend.”
“Who?” Thomas asked.
“Harvey,” Janine replied.
My heart pounded as if on a caffeine overdose.
You got to be kidding me.
I jumped up, snatched my T-shirt and quickly pulled it over my head.
“Who’s Harvey?” Thomas inquired as he took a sip of his beer.
“A client . . . he’s an asshole . . . thinks he owns me and can come to my apartment without my consent,” Janine said as she stood up, fully wrapped in the sheet.
“I’ll handle him,” Thomas said as he started to walk to the door.
Janine ran and intercepted Thomas before he could get to the door. “Let me handle him,” she said. “He’s fucking crazy. You never know what he’ll do.”
“I’m not afraid of him,” Thomas responded.
“It’s not that . . . he’s one of our biggest clients and Madam Elaine will not like it if you beat the shit out of him,” Janine replied. “You two go into the spare room, I’ll get rid of him.”
Thomas shrugged and started walking to the kitchen to enter the room where I was staying. “All right babe, but if you need me, just give me the word and I’ll be on him like white on rice.”
Janine went to the door and turned, seeing me standing there. “Stay right there, I can say that you’re a friend from out of town and that he can’t come in. That will get rid of him for sure. He doesn’t like people he doesn’t know.”
Holding my panties, I realized that it would look weird if he saw me with my underwear in my hand, so I stepped over to the bed and stuffed them under a pillow, and then I quickly skipped into the kitchen.
Janine peeked through the peephole. “Just great,” she replied. She turned to me and said, “Tell Thomas, the asshole is here. I need him to handle him.
3
The Proposal
Confused and perplexed with her request, I told Thomas what she said and without hesitation, Thomas came to the door. I was clueless and had no idea what was going to happen, but I feared the worst.
I grabbed my flat iron from the kitchen counter and rushed into the spare room. I waited a few minutes before stepping out to see what was going on. Thomas had his back to me.
As it turned out, the “asshole” at the door was not Harvey Goldman. It was the neighbor, complaining about the racket; he said he did not enjoy listening to Thomas and Janine’s noisy sexcapades. I couldn’t help but smile as I listened to him rambling on, shouting, mumbling and cursing as he recalled all the times he had been awoken or annoyed by their noisy activities.
I listened for a few minutes and then I left them to it, quickly losing interest in what he had to say. I was relieved as I returned to my room to finally get some sleep.
***
I woke about six in the morning. Janine was still asleep in bed and there was no sign of Thomas. I left quietly, hailed a cab and went to my hotel to get a shower and to spruce up after my busy night. Riding in a cab was part of my cover, but there was no way I was going to get into another nasty taxicab, unless I absolutely had to, so I found a local car dealer and bought a car. I paid cash for a beautiful and brand new, cherry red, Convertible. I didn’t know much about cars, but I knew what I liked and I loved this. With the top down and my sunglasses in place, I looked like a celebrity as I drove off in style.
I drove to a supermarket to do some grocery shopping. I quickly realized that my car did not have much storage space, but I figured I could always buy a Hummer. It wasn’t like I didn’t have the money. After a joy ride down the Vegas strip, turning heads and getting lots of attention, I parked the car at the hotel. I put away my groceries and — regrettably — hailed a cab to take me back to Janine’s flat.
It was just after 1:30pm when I arrived. Janine was sitting outside on her balcony, looking serene in the sunshine. There was an array of fruits and cheeses on the table beside her, along with crystal cups and saucers and a pot of coffee.
Before I had sat down, Janine greeted me. “You got up early,” she said.
“I hope I didn’t wake you,” I apologized.
“You didn’t wake me up. Thomas went for a run and he said that when he came back you were already gone.”
“Job hunting,” I replied. “Gotta find a job and somewhere to live.”
I fixed myself a plate of fruit and cheese as Janine poured me a cup of coffee. “You can stay here as long as you like.” She handed me the crystal saucer and coffee cup and asked, “So where are you looking?”
I was not sure what she was referring to, the job or an apartment, so I said, “Looking for what?”
“A job,” she replied.
“I don’t know, maybe the Coyote Ugly,” I answered.
“Tips are good, but it takes a toll on your body . . . all that dancing and standing on your feet. Take it from me, it can be exhausting.”
“I’ll try anything,” I said, trying to sound desperate.
Janine snatched a strawberry from her plate, immersed it into a fruit dip and slowly and seductively placed it in her mouth. She was chewing it when she asked, “Did you enjoy last night?”
Smiling with pleasure, I responded, “I sure did . . . how ‘bout you?”
Still chewing the strawberry, she smiled back and said, “Oh, yeah.” She took another strawberry and dipped it, she paused before placing it in her mouth. She stared at me with an intense look in her eyes and said, “Have you considered doing it for a living?”
“Doing what?” I asked, blowing into my cup to cool down my coffee before taking another sip.
“Sex,” she calmly replied.
I knew that if I came across as too confident, I would appear arrogant. My fear was that Janine would take it the wrong way and not consider me for working at the Cat Tails Lounge, so I decided to act shy and introverted, using reverse psychology to lure her.
“I’m no prostitute,” I said.
Shaking her head she emphatically replied, “No, no, no, I’m not talking ‘bout a street walker, that’s not safe. I’m talking about an escort.”
With a slight and intentional hesitation, I took out a cigarette, lit it, exhaled a puff of smoke and said, “I don’t know. I wouldn’t know the first thing about doing something like that.”
“Let me make a proposal,” Janine said as she lit her cigarette. “Let’s say I can introduce you to Madam Elaine, the owner of The Cat Tails Lounge, I can convince her to hire you. What would say to that?”
Last night, while drinking at the Coyote Ugly Saloon, I asked Janine what she did for a living. She told me she worked for a dating service and her job was to make men happy. But she never told me where she worked. Of course, I already knew all about The Cat Tails Lounge and Madam Elaine Dungy, thanks to Alex. If I was going to get revenge with Harvey Goldman, I needed this job.
“And why would Madam . . .” I paused intentionally, pretending I did not remember her name directly after Janine said it.
“Elaine,” Janine inserted.
“Elaine,” I repeated. “Why would she want to hire me? And what is The Cat Tails Lounge?”
Janine leaned over the table and snatched a piece of cantaloupe with her fork, clearly on purpose to expose her tits through her satin robe. “It’s where I work.”
“Cat Tails Lounge, what kind of name is that for a da
ting service?” I asked.
Taking a drag on her cigarette, she exhaled; holding her cig between her fingers she waved her hand and said, “Well, it’s not exactly a dating service.”
“Not exactly? What are you trying to get me into Janine? Is this some sleazy strip club?” I asked.
“No, it’s not a strip club,” Janine answered. “It’s an escort service, with benefits.”
I tucked my hair behind my ear and leaned forward in an attempt to show some interest, “What kind of benefits?”
“You get $1,000 for an evening shift — about 4 hours — and $3,000 for an all night shift — eight hours. Plus tips!”
I had just received a $6 million settlement, so $1,000 per night was not a lot of money, but I had to give Janine the impression that I was elated to make that kind of cash.
When Janine started sharing the financial statistics, I lifted my cup of coffee to my mouth and held it there, waiting. No matter what amount she said, I was intentionally going to spew out my coffee to a shocked and overjoyed. When she said, “$3,000” that was my sign to shoot out my coffee, and I did.
“Are you serious?” I said, choking and coughing to catch my breath.
Pounding her cigarette in the ashtray to extinguish the burning ash, she declared, “Isn’t that awesome?”
“Mmhumm,” I approved. “What do you have to do to make that kind of money?”
With both hands, Janine gripped the lapel collar of her bathrobe and spread her housecoat wide open, exposing her breasts, and then she shook her hips and shoulders back and forth, shaking her tits and laughing, “Just do what you did last night!”
“A threesome?” I replied.
“No, Kelly, just have some fun,” she answered.
I slanted my eyebrows, tilted my head and smirked with a look of confusion to show I did not understand what she was saying. “I don’t get it,” I replied.
Janine dispensed more coffee into her cup before pouring in the creamer and sugar. She took a sip and said started to chuckled when she said, “You know… have fun . . . get laid.”
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