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Part two
Sean and Jonny talked, and argued, and bargained. Sue fetched the drinks, the nibbles. Sean had introduced her as his secretary. She looked the part. Her cropped blonde hair looked business like. She wore a tailored black suit, the skirt just above her knee. Finally, it seemed as if they were finished.
“Sean, I haven’t thanked you for that piece of shit you delivered to me,” Jonny said in his East London accent. “You’ll be pleased to know that he is now supporting the M25 widening scheme.”
“Now that’s good to know Jonny, but its Sue here you should thank, she and her girlfriend cornered the bastard, kept him busy long enough for me to collect what he owed me, cleaned his bank accounts out, stupid bastard, used qwerty as his password!” Sean laughed.
“Well Sue, thank you, I owe you one,” Jonny smiled.
Sue was shocked, Gareth dead. She had thought he’d get a kicking. She was brought back to the present.
“Now I may have need of a good looking woman like her Sean.”
“What have you in mind my friend?” Sean asked.
“Well this weekend I need a couple of girls who know how to keep their pretty mouths shut, and who I can trust, and I’ve a job, similar to our recently departed Gareth.”
They talked, and argued again. The deal. Jonny would give Sean the use of his yacht for the summer, in return he got Sue and Julie for several unspecified assignments.
“Now come on Sean, let me see some of the goods.”
Sean nodded. Sue stood, and turned around. Then removed her jacket. She unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to her feet, before stepping out of it. Then unbuttoned her white blouse. She let them look, turning several times, as she stood in her black trimmed, ivory underwear, and lacy topped hold up seamed stockings.
“Very nice Sean, and the other one, just as good?” Jonny asked.
“Just as good, a little shorter, and a couple of years younger. Her tits aren’t as big as Sue’s, but a nicer arse.”
“None of that silicone crap?”
“Take your bra off, let the man see your tits,” Sean commanded.
Sue did as she was told, and threw it onto a chair.
Jonny stood, and walked slowly around her, then squeezed her tits. Then he grabbed her pussy. Sue kept her feelings to herself, adjusted her position, so her feet were further apart.
Jonny seemed satisfied, she thought, but he wasn’t. “Take your knickers off girl,” Jonny told her.
She pulled them down, and kicked them away, before turning around slowly again. She felt like a piece of meat, but was nevertheless excited by the attention she was receiving.
“And you’ll do whatever I want Sue, you and your friend?” Jonny asked her, as he pushed a finger into her cunt, looking her straight in the eyes as he did it. They were a piercing blue colour, cold and pitiless. Not a man to cross, as Gareth doubtless knew to his cost.
“Anything, absolutely anything.” Sue replied, and you can trust us to be very, very discreet.”
Jonny looked at her a moment longer, a second finger joined the first in her pussy.
Finally he said, “ok Sean, we have a deal.” They shook hands. “Now Sue, I’m going to fuck your arse, so Sean if you’d like to give us an hour………”
Sue sat in the buttoned armchair of Jonny’s office. The office was on the first floor of his house. Julie was turning a naked circle in front of him. He squeezed her tits, then stroked her bottom, before parting her cheeks, and sliding a long finger into her arse.
“Sue tells me you’ll do anything, and I mean anything. And that you both know to keep your mouths shut?”
Julie nodded, then managed to say “Yes, Jonny.”
“Lean over the desk,” Jonny told her.
Jonny unbuttoned his trousers, and held his cock in his hand. Not erect, but almost. Sue walked across to him, then squatted in front of him, and took his cock in her mouth. It responded quickly, stiffening under her tongue. She worked it with her hand, then gave it a final lick. She held it against Julie’s cunt, and Jonny slid it into her. Sue returned to her seat, and watched, as Julie was fucked by their new “owner.” As she watched, she pulled the hem of her short red skirt up, to reveal a pair of red lace panelled knickers, she pulled them to one side, sucked her finger, and then gently slid it into her already moist pussy, with her other hand, she worked her clit. Jonny smiled to himself, and thrust his cock hard into Julie’s anus, causing her to gasp. They were at Jonny’s for the weekend, a long weekend. Jonny was satisfied with them both. Sean had always been straight with him. These two were perfect for his needs. True he could have got a couple of his own girls for this weekend, but it was the American job he needed them for, and that was still a few weeks away. They had come cheap, he wasn’t intending on using his boat this summer, and now Sean would be picking up the mooring and fuel fee’s. So he was up. True he had to pay the two blondes, ten grand this weekend, and double that for “the job.” They were perfect, plus he could fuck them whenever he wanted, and that would be often. He might even keep them, at least for a while. He wasn’t sure which he preferred. Julie had the better arse, but Sue had a tighter cunt. They were both good lookers, with fabulous legs. He felt himself coming, and withdrew, and called Sue over. She didn’t need to be told what he wanted. He liked that, not like some of the stupid teenagers that worked in his clubs. She sucked his cock, straight from Julies arse, knew what she was doing, that much was clear, he came in her mouth, then she kissed Julie on her mouth, sharing what had been his. Then he watched as they continued with each other.
They were both exhausted, and lay on Julie’s king size bed, both still dressed. Sue reflected on the weekend. On Saturday night she had, had sex with more men than she had ever fucked in her life. That was just Saturday. She closed her eyes, remembering. The cocktail party…….no that wasn’t really correct, there were no cocktails, had been between businessmen, some had brought girls with them, she doubted any had been their wives. Businessmen, not that really. Villains her Dad would have called them, and that would have been an understatement. Both her and Julie had been dressed in sheath dresses, shear, naked beneath. They were decoration, and available. The men discussed there various interests, clubs, gambling, d**gs, and prostitutes. How they would clean their money, which coppers were bent. It went on all evening and into the night. And through it all, she and Julie were there, listening. No wonder Jonny wanted girls who could keep secrets. No wonder they were earning a fortune. Then she dozed, and at last slept.
Sue woke, it was light, but she didn’t know what the time was. Someone was watching her. She opened her eyes, and saw Terry, Julies husband standing in the doorway. He smiled at her. Julie was still asleep. Although they were both still dressed, Sue’s dress had ridden up, revealing her thong, which was no longer in place, her waxed cunt on clear view. Sue did nothing to cover herself, but moved her leg, offering a clearer view. Julie stirred, her hand moved across Sue, down between her legs, and rubbed her pussy. Sue closed her eyes, and slept again.
It was cool for Florida, but both the girls were enjoying the warmth. They accompanied Jonny into the offices of an industrial warehouse. A brash looking American strode into the foyer to greet him. “Archie, you old bastard, good to see you!” Jonny greeted him.
They shock hands, and then “man hugged.”
Archie’s office was large, and flash. Devoid of any good taste.
They talked, the same talk the girls had heard the weekend before. Gambling, d**gs and girls. Money. Money was what the talk boiled down to, and how to accumulate more, and how to clean what they already had.
“Tonight Jonny I’ll introduce you to Sanchez, a total bastard I warn you,” Archie said.
“I owe you for that, Archie,” Jonny told him.
Archie looked towards where the girls were sitting, liking what he saw, what he saw was two tall well dressed blondes, the taller wore a clingy red dress, short, which revealed long shapely legs on killer red heels, smouldering eyes, and cropped blonde hair, he felt his cock hardening just looking at her. The other one shorter, also in a red dress, cut low to the back, which emphasised her superbly shaped arse. Long legged like the other one, also with short cropped blonde hair.
Jonny smiled to himself, Archie was so predictable. English girls, and preferably blonde and tall. In short Julie and Sue.
“Well Jonny, we’re casting a movie right now, your girls would be perfect.”
“I’m not sure Archie, they’ve not done any movies, but look, once I leave Sanchez I’m catching the red eye, my daughters wedding. I’ll leave them with you for a couple of weeks, enjoy them, and if the movie works out, well so much the better, but send me a copy, oh, and you pay them double the going rate, for everything,” Jonny smiled, knowing Archie would agree.
“A deal my friend.”
“A problem Archie, tonight, can you get someone to take them out, drinks, a club maybe? What about the director of your film, that Dwayne, he could smooth the way for them.”
Julie sat at the dressing table, carefully applying her make up. Tonight she had a job to do, as did Sue, who was dressing, as Jonny watched them. Sue pulled her crisp white cotton thong up, next she put her bra on, bending her arms behind her, and fastening the clip.
“Tell me again, what do you do Julie?” Jonny asked her for the umpteenth time.
Julie sighed. “About ten minutes after we go into the bar, I tell Dwayne that I’ve left my handbag in the car, and would he go and get it, the handbag you gave me.”
“Right, no earlier than ten minutes, and no longer than fifteen after you arrive, got it.” “We’ve got Jonny,” Sue told him, wiggling her hips, as she laid on the bed, pulling her tight designer jeans on. Julie pulled her black lacy thong on, adjusted the gusset into place, satisfied she pulled her dress over her head, then turned so Sue could zip her up. Finally, their heels on, they were ready.
“Drink?” Dwayne asked them.
“I’ll have an old fashioned, Sue said quickly.
“Bacardi and coke for me Dwayne, plenty of ice,” Julie ordered.
The girls walked onto the terrace, which looked over looked the ocean. It was a beautiful sight.
Dwayne arrived with the drinks, he had only just sipped his, when Julie sent him to fetch her handbag.
The girls finished their drinks, Dwayne still wasn’t back, so they ordered another.
It was just after four. Terry was in Town, a computer engineer he had just finished his last appointment of the day. He was in a cab, approaching St Pancras when he saw Julie and Sue walk into a hotel, just off the Marylebone Road. They wore little red dresses, and high heels. He stopped the cab, and ran back to the hotel. The concierge smiled, but was sorry, he couldn’t discuss hotel guest with anyone. He emphasised “anyone!”
Terry walked slowly to the railway station, deep in thought. Perhaps it hadn’t been the girls, no, it defiantly had been, of that he was sure. It didn’t make sense, every way he looked at it, it made no sense. He rang Sue’s husband, Brian.
“In London? You must have been mistaken, look you said yourself you only saw them for a fleeting moment.”
Sue unzipped her dress, her Betty Jackson, little red dress. Clingy, and very little. She loved it. A few months ago she wouldn’t have even been confident enough to take it off the hanger, let alone wear it. It was far too short, Christ it only just covered her bum. She let it fall to the floor, then careful not to catch her heels on the dress, stepped out of it. She stood in the middle of room, and the plushest hotel room she had ever been in. Room, it wasn’t a room, it was a suite. Here she was standing, in tiny red underwear that hid nothing, in front of an Arab businessman, who actually drooled, as he stared at her. She knew he could see her tits clearly through the thin material of her bra. His gaze shifted, as he looked at her cunt, her labia hard against gossamer thin knickers. She felt her pussy moisten, her throat dry, butterflies in her stomach. Excitement building within her. Julie unclipped Sue’s bra, as it fell away, she cupped Sue breasts in her hands, and squeezed. Squeezed hard, Sue’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger. The Arabs eyes widened, as Julie’s hand travelled south, and under Sue’s panties, her fingers busy with Sue’s cunt.
Brian let Terry into his and Sue’s house. With Terry was Oscar, someone Brian had met once or twice. Brian got the beers from the fridge, and passed them around.
“Brian, that watch, Sue buy it in America, a knock off?” Terry asked.
“Yeah, same as your’s, where are they going to get the money for a real Rolex?” Brian said.
“Brian, I know watches, and they’re the real deal, not fake,” Oscar said.
“Don’t be a fucking twat, where would Sue get six grand or more, for a fucking wrist watch, come to that, where would Julie?”
The Arabs cock, Julie noticed, was thin. It was hard again now. He’d come almost as soon as Sue had put her red lips around it. They’d entertained him, fucked each other, now Julie would fuck him. If he lasted, a big if, she thought, he’d take his turn with Sue. There was no rush, he’d booked them for the afternoon and evening. Julie lowered herself onto his hardness, gently, and achingly slowly, she took him into her cunt. A cunt made wet by Sue, by her fingers, and by her tongue. Julie wished Sue was still pleasuring her, and not the Arab, whose cock was now fully inside her, she looked across the room. Sue blew her a kiss, from where she lay, waiting her turn, if it came.
They walked into Sue’s room on the top floor of their three storey house. Brian hadn’t been in there for longer than he could remember. It was where Sue kept her clothes, and shoes. That and her stuff. It had been locked, that had surprised him. The room was crammed full. Dresses hung from rails. Shoes in their boxes lined the floor, all high heels, all the posh labels, Jimmy Choo, Dolce & Gabbana, Roberto Cavalli, and of course Sue’s favourite, Betty Jackson, that Sue was always admiring in her magazines. A chest of drawers, full of underwear, all of it revealing. Her bank statements were there, he was shocked at her balance, forty thousand pounds in just one account. “Fucking hell!”
“It’s the same at our house,” Terry said, equally shocked.
Oscar picked up a photo, Sue and Julie smiled from it, little black dresses, make up perfect, champagne glasses in hand. “Why is there a photo of these two here?” Oscar asked.
“What do you mean, that’s Sue and Julie,” Terry replied.
“But your Sue and Julie aren’t blonde,” Oscar stammered.
“They are now,” Brian replied.
“Then I know where the money comes from, lets have a look at this DVD,” Oscar said, picking it from where it lay.
The Arab had got his second wind, Sue was on all fours on the bed, the Arab pounding her arse. She felt his cock slide back, until it was almost out of her, then back inside her fast and hard, to be repeated. Julie was just in front of her, her legs wide, giving Sue access to her soaking wet cunt, which Sue eat hungrily. Sue’s face bumped into Julie’s pussy, as the Arab thrust his cock into her again. He had no finesse, just wham bam. Sue gave him what he wanted, told him what he wanted to hear. Faked it, and right now she was faking an orgasm. She thought of the money she was earning tonight, and while she thought, she enjoyed Julie, that at least she didn’t need to fake that.
The blue ray DVD gave perfect HD vision on the fifty inch LED television. The southern American mansion, set in it own grounds. Two familiar women, tall, leggy, blonde, with short cropped hair. The door smashed open, and five huge black guys burst in. Delight on their faces, big smiles when they discover the girls are English. Sue her face almost ecstatic, the camera panned back. Sue was riding a thick black cock, another moved close, she opened her lips, taking it into her mouth. The cock fucked her face, she choked, her face red. Then she was lifted slightly, the cock removed from her wet cunt, and slid easily into her anus, a third cock now, fucking her cunt, even as the other cock fucked her arse. Then there was Julie, on her back, being fucked, if it were possible, harder, sucking yet another cock. The film went on, the girls fucked repeatedly by the five guys in turn. They fucked each other. They loved it.
“Fucking hell,” was all Terry could say.
Brian echoed his thoughts, “fucking hell.”
“Panhandle Films, there big, run by a right bastard, Archie Maginess.” Oscar almost whispered.
“But they work in hospitality for Sean Tate, a local businessman…………” Terry said.
“Sean Tate, oh fucking hell, why didn’t you tell me that earlier, saved all this fucking about. Sean fucking Tate, runs casino’s, massage parlours, all types of clubs. He’s rumoured to supply most of the hard d**gs in this area. Has connections all over. Has a string of brothels, here and in Europe. Supplies high class prostitutes to those that can afford them. Looks like your wives have moved into the business.
“How do you know all this?” Brian managed to ask.
“Worked as a barman at one of his places a couple of years back.”
They caught the last train out of St Pancras, an hour later they were at Sue’s. Sue closed the door behind them. In the lounge were Brian and Terry. You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. By way of an explanation, Brian put the telly on, the DVD started to play, and both Julie and Sue knew their secret was out, as the five black guys began to fuck them in turn on the huge screen. It had been their first porno, she reflected. She’d been shitting herself before filming began, then ………well then she’d came, that first big black cock tore her apart, or so it had seemed. She felt it now, watching herself on the screen. And there was Julie a cock in her arse……………
Julie was crying softly, Sue took a deep breath. “Well you’ve discovered our secret. I’m glad, I couldn’t stand all this secrecy. The blue movies, well we’ve only done three. I hope you enjoyed watching, as much as Julie and me enjoyed making them.” Sue told them.
“You enjoyed that Julie,” Terry asked.
“Of course I did, we did. Isn’t it obvious,” Julie answered him.
“And this afternoon,” Brian asked, “I saw you in London, what was that?”
It was Julie that replied, “We’re on the game, we could dress it up, call ourselves hostesses, but we’re call girls, prostitutes. And you couldn’t afford us!”
“So in short, you’ve a choice, enjoy what can provide, or leave, because our darling husbands, we won’t be giving it up. So what’s it to be? No don’t answer now, you two think about it. And just in case you need a reminder, there’s always the DVD, but the real thing is us.” Sue spoke confidently.
Then she reached behind herself, and unzipped her little red dress, it fell away, revealing her miniscule see through red underwear, she span around. Julie caught on quickly, and removed her dress. Then as they walked from the room, leaving their respective husbands stunned.
Sean and Jonny talked, and argued, and bargained. Sue fetched the drinks, the nibbles. Sean had introduced her as his secretary. She looked the part. Her cropped blonde hair looked business like. She wore a tailored black suit, the skirt just above her knee. Finally, it seemed as if they were finished.
“Sean, I haven’t thanked you for that piece of shit you delivered to me,” Jonny said in his East London accent. “You’ll be pleased to know that he is now supporting the M25 widening scheme.”
“Now that’s good to know Jonny, but its Sue here you should thank, she and her girlfriend cornered the bastard, kept him busy long enough for me to collect what he owed me, cleaned his bank accounts out, stupid bastard, used qwerty as his password!” Sean laughed.
“Well Sue, thank you, I owe you one,” Jonny smiled.
Sue was shocked, Gareth dead. She had thought he’d get a kicking. She was brought back to the present.
“Now I may have need of a good looking woman like her Sean.”
“What have you in mind my friend?” Sean asked.
“Well this weekend I need a couple of girls who know how to keep their pretty mouths shut, and who I can trust, and I’ve a job, similar to our recently departed Gareth.”
They talked, and argued again. The deal. Jonny would give Sean the use of his yacht for the summer, in return he got Sue and Julie for several unspecified assignments.
“Now come on Sean, let me see some of the goods.”
Sean nodded. Sue stood, and turned around. Then removed her jacket. She unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to her feet, before stepping out of it. Then unbuttoned her white blouse. She let them look, turning several times, as she stood in her black trimmed, ivory underwear, and lacy topped hold up seamed stockings.
“Very nice Sean, and the other one, just as good?” Jonny asked.
“Just as good, a little shorter, and a couple of years younger. Her tits aren’t as big as Sue’s, but a nicer arse.”
“None of that silicone crap?”
“Take your bra off, let the man see your tits,” Sean commanded.
Sue did as she was told, and threw it onto a chair.
Jonny stood, and walked slowly around her, then squeezed her tits. Then he grabbed her pussy. Sue kept her feelings to herself, adjusted her position, so her feet were further apart.
Jonny seemed satisfied, she thought, but he wasn’t. “Take your knickers off girl,” Jonny told her.
She pulled them down, and kicked them away, before turning around slowly again. She felt like a piece of meat, but was nevertheless excited by the attention she was receiving.
“And you’ll do whatever I want Sue, you and your friend?” Jonny asked her, as he pushed a finger into her cunt, looking her straight in the eyes as he did it. They were a piercing blue colour, cold and pitiless. Not a man to cross, as Gareth doubtless knew to his cost.
“Anything, absolutely anything.” Sue replied, and you can trust us to be very, very discreet.”
Jonny looked at her a moment longer, a second finger joined the first in her pussy.
Finally he said, “ok Sean, we have a deal.” They shook hands. “Now Sue, I’m going to fuck your arse, so Sean if you’d like to give us an hour………”
Sue sat in the buttoned armchair of Jonny’s office. The office was on the first floor of his house. Julie was turning a naked circle in front of him. He squeezed her tits, then stroked her bottom, before parting her cheeks, and sliding a long finger into her arse.
“Sue tells me you’ll do anything, and I mean anything. And that you both know to keep your mouths shut?”
Julie nodded, then managed to say “Yes, Jonny.”
“Lean over the desk,” Jonny told her.
Jonny unbuttoned his trousers, and held his cock in his hand. Not erect, but almost. Sue walked across to him, then squatted in front of him, and took his cock in her mouth. It responded quickly, stiffening under her tongue. She worked it with her hand, then gave it a final lick. She held it against Julie’s cunt, and Jonny slid it into her. Sue returned to her seat, and watched, as Julie was fucked by their new “owner.” As she watched, she pulled the hem of her short red skirt up, to reveal a pair of red lace panelled knickers, she pulled them to one side, sucked her finger, and then gently slid it into her already moist pussy, with her other hand, she worked her clit. Jonny smiled to himself, and thrust his cock hard into Julie’s anus, causing her to gasp. They were at Jonny’s for the weekend, a long weekend. Jonny was satisfied with them both. Sean had always been straight with him. These two were perfect for his needs. True he could have got a couple of his own girls for this weekend, but it was the American job he needed them for, and that was still a few weeks away. They had come cheap, he wasn’t intending on using his boat this summer, and now Sean would be picking up the mooring and fuel fee’s. So he was up. True he had to pay the two blondes, ten grand this weekend, and double that for “the job.” They were perfect, plus he could fuck them whenever he wanted, and that would be often. He might even keep them, at least for a while. He wasn’t sure which he preferred. Julie had the better arse, but Sue had a tighter cunt. They were both good lookers, with fabulous legs. He felt himself coming, and withdrew, and called Sue over. She didn’t need to be told what he wanted. He liked that, not like some of the stupid teenagers that worked in his clubs. She sucked his cock, straight from Julies arse, knew what she was doing, that much was clear, he came in her mouth, then she kissed Julie on her mouth, sharing what had been his. Then he watched as they continued with each other.
They were both exhausted, and lay on Julie’s king size bed, both still dressed. Sue reflected on the weekend. On Saturday night she had, had sex with more men than she had ever fucked in her life. That was just Saturday. She closed her eyes, remembering. The cocktail party…….no that wasn’t really correct, there were no cocktails, had been between businessmen, some had brought girls with them, she doubted any had been their wives. Businessmen, not that really. Villains her Dad would have called them, and that would have been an understatement. Both her and Julie had been dressed in sheath dresses, shear, naked beneath. They were decoration, and available. The men discussed there various interests, clubs, gambling, d**gs, and prostitutes. How they would clean their money, which coppers were bent. It went on all evening and into the night. And through it all, she and Julie were there, listening. No wonder Jonny wanted girls who could keep secrets. No wonder they were earning a fortune. Then she dozed, and at last slept.
Sue woke, it was light, but she didn’t know what the time was. Someone was watching her. She opened her eyes, and saw Terry, Julies husband standing in the doorway. He smiled at her. Julie was still asleep. Although they were both still dressed, Sue’s dress had ridden up, revealing her thong, which was no longer in place, her waxed cunt on clear view. Sue did nothing to cover herself, but moved her leg, offering a clearer view. Julie stirred, her hand moved across Sue, down between her legs, and rubbed her pussy. Sue closed her eyes, and slept again.
It was cool for Florida, but both the girls were enjoying the warmth. They accompanied Jonny into the offices of an industrial warehouse. A brash looking American strode into the foyer to greet him. “Archie, you old bastard, good to see you!” Jonny greeted him.
They shock hands, and then “man hugged.”
Archie’s office was large, and flash. Devoid of any good taste.
They talked, the same talk the girls had heard the weekend before. Gambling, d**gs and girls. Money. Money was what the talk boiled down to, and how to accumulate more, and how to clean what they already had.
“Tonight Jonny I’ll introduce you to Sanchez, a total bastard I warn you,” Archie said.
“I owe you for that, Archie,” Jonny told him.
Archie looked towards where the girls were sitting, liking what he saw, what he saw was two tall well dressed blondes, the taller wore a clingy red dress, short, which revealed long shapely legs on killer red heels, smouldering eyes, and cropped blonde hair, he felt his cock hardening just looking at her. The other one shorter, also in a red dress, cut low to the back, which emphasised her superbly shaped arse. Long legged like the other one, also with short cropped blonde hair.
Jonny smiled to himself, Archie was so predictable. English girls, and preferably blonde and tall. In short Julie and Sue.
“Well Jonny, we’re casting a movie right now, your girls would be perfect.”
“I’m not sure Archie, they’ve not done any movies, but look, once I leave Sanchez I’m catching the red eye, my daughters wedding. I’ll leave them with you for a couple of weeks, enjoy them, and if the movie works out, well so much the better, but send me a copy, oh, and you pay them double the going rate, for everything,” Jonny smiled, knowing Archie would agree.
“A deal my friend.”
“A problem Archie, tonight, can you get someone to take them out, drinks, a club maybe? What about the director of your film, that Dwayne, he could smooth the way for them.”
Julie sat at the dressing table, carefully applying her make up. Tonight she had a job to do, as did Sue, who was dressing, as Jonny watched them. Sue pulled her crisp white cotton thong up, next she put her bra on, bending her arms behind her, and fastening the clip.
“Tell me again, what do you do Julie?” Jonny asked her for the umpteenth time.
Julie sighed. “About ten minutes after we go into the bar, I tell Dwayne that I’ve left my handbag in the car, and would he go and get it, the handbag you gave me.”
“Right, no earlier than ten minutes, and no longer than fifteen after you arrive, got it.” “We’ve got Jonny,” Sue told him, wiggling her hips, as she laid on the bed, pulling her tight designer jeans on. Julie pulled her black lacy thong on, adjusted the gusset into place, satisfied she pulled her dress over her head, then turned so Sue could zip her up. Finally, their heels on, they were ready.
“Drink?” Dwayne asked them.
“I’ll have an old fashioned, Sue said quickly.
“Bacardi and coke for me Dwayne, plenty of ice,” Julie ordered.
The girls walked onto the terrace, which looked over looked the ocean. It was a beautiful sight.
Dwayne arrived with the drinks, he had only just sipped his, when Julie sent him to fetch her handbag.
The girls finished their drinks, Dwayne still wasn’t back, so they ordered another.
It was just after four. Terry was in Town, a computer engineer he had just finished his last appointment of the day. He was in a cab, approaching St Pancras when he saw Julie and Sue walk into a hotel, just off the Marylebone Road. They wore little red dresses, and high heels. He stopped the cab, and ran back to the hotel. The concierge smiled, but was sorry, he couldn’t discuss hotel guest with anyone. He emphasised “anyone!”
Terry walked slowly to the railway station, deep in thought. Perhaps it hadn’t been the girls, no, it defiantly had been, of that he was sure. It didn’t make sense, every way he looked at it, it made no sense. He rang Sue’s husband, Brian.
“In London? You must have been mistaken, look you said yourself you only saw them for a fleeting moment.”
Sue unzipped her dress, her Betty Jackson, little red dress. Clingy, and very little. She loved it. A few months ago she wouldn’t have even been confident enough to take it off the hanger, let alone wear it. It was far too short, Christ it only just covered her bum. She let it fall to the floor, then careful not to catch her heels on the dress, stepped out of it. She stood in the middle of room, and the plushest hotel room she had ever been in. Room, it wasn’t a room, it was a suite. Here she was standing, in tiny red underwear that hid nothing, in front of an Arab businessman, who actually drooled, as he stared at her. She knew he could see her tits clearly through the thin material of her bra. His gaze shifted, as he looked at her cunt, her labia hard against gossamer thin knickers. She felt her pussy moisten, her throat dry, butterflies in her stomach. Excitement building within her. Julie unclipped Sue’s bra, as it fell away, she cupped Sue breasts in her hands, and squeezed. Squeezed hard, Sue’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger. The Arabs eyes widened, as Julie’s hand travelled south, and under Sue’s panties, her fingers busy with Sue’s cunt.
Brian let Terry into his and Sue’s house. With Terry was Oscar, someone Brian had met once or twice. Brian got the beers from the fridge, and passed them around.
“Brian, that watch, Sue buy it in America, a knock off?” Terry asked.
“Yeah, same as your’s, where are they going to get the money for a real Rolex?” Brian said.
“Brian, I know watches, and they’re the real deal, not fake,” Oscar said.
“Don’t be a fucking twat, where would Sue get six grand or more, for a fucking wrist watch, come to that, where would Julie?”
The Arabs cock, Julie noticed, was thin. It was hard again now. He’d come almost as soon as Sue had put her red lips around it. They’d entertained him, fucked each other, now Julie would fuck him. If he lasted, a big if, she thought, he’d take his turn with Sue. There was no rush, he’d booked them for the afternoon and evening. Julie lowered herself onto his hardness, gently, and achingly slowly, she took him into her cunt. A cunt made wet by Sue, by her fingers, and by her tongue. Julie wished Sue was still pleasuring her, and not the Arab, whose cock was now fully inside her, she looked across the room. Sue blew her a kiss, from where she lay, waiting her turn, if it came.
They walked into Sue’s room on the top floor of their three storey house. Brian hadn’t been in there for longer than he could remember. It was where Sue kept her clothes, and shoes. That and her stuff. It had been locked, that had surprised him. The room was crammed full. Dresses hung from rails. Shoes in their boxes lined the floor, all high heels, all the posh labels, Jimmy Choo, Dolce & Gabbana, Roberto Cavalli, and of course Sue’s favourite, Betty Jackson, that Sue was always admiring in her magazines. A chest of drawers, full of underwear, all of it revealing. Her bank statements were there, he was shocked at her balance, forty thousand pounds in just one account. “Fucking hell!”
“It’s the same at our house,” Terry said, equally shocked.
Oscar picked up a photo, Sue and Julie smiled from it, little black dresses, make up perfect, champagne glasses in hand. “Why is there a photo of these two here?” Oscar asked.
“What do you mean, that’s Sue and Julie,” Terry replied.
“But your Sue and Julie aren’t blonde,” Oscar stammered.
“They are now,” Brian replied.
“Then I know where the money comes from, lets have a look at this DVD,” Oscar said, picking it from where it lay.
The Arab had got his second wind, Sue was on all fours on the bed, the Arab pounding her arse. She felt his cock slide back, until it was almost out of her, then back inside her fast and hard, to be repeated. Julie was just in front of her, her legs wide, giving Sue access to her soaking wet cunt, which Sue eat hungrily. Sue’s face bumped into Julie’s pussy, as the Arab thrust his cock into her again. He had no finesse, just wham bam. Sue gave him what he wanted, told him what he wanted to hear. Faked it, and right now she was faking an orgasm. She thought of the money she was earning tonight, and while she thought, she enjoyed Julie, that at least she didn’t need to fake that.
The blue ray DVD gave perfect HD vision on the fifty inch LED television. The southern American mansion, set in it own grounds. Two familiar women, tall, leggy, blonde, with short cropped hair. The door smashed open, and five huge black guys burst in. Delight on their faces, big smiles when they discover the girls are English. Sue her face almost ecstatic, the camera panned back. Sue was riding a thick black cock, another moved close, she opened her lips, taking it into her mouth. The cock fucked her face, she choked, her face red. Then she was lifted slightly, the cock removed from her wet cunt, and slid easily into her anus, a third cock now, fucking her cunt, even as the other cock fucked her arse. Then there was Julie, on her back, being fucked, if it were possible, harder, sucking yet another cock. The film went on, the girls fucked repeatedly by the five guys in turn. They fucked each other. They loved it.
“Fucking hell,” was all Terry could say.
Brian echoed his thoughts, “fucking hell.”
“Panhandle Films, there big, run by a right bastard, Archie Maginess.” Oscar almost whispered.
“But they work in hospitality for Sean Tate, a local businessman…………” Terry said.
“Sean Tate, oh fucking hell, why didn’t you tell me that earlier, saved all this fucking about. Sean fucking Tate, runs casino’s, massage parlours, all types of clubs. He’s rumoured to supply most of the hard d**gs in this area. Has connections all over. Has a string of brothels, here and in Europe. Supplies high class prostitutes to those that can afford them. Looks like your wives have moved into the business.
“How do you know all this?” Brian managed to ask.
“Worked as a barman at one of his places a couple of years back.”
They caught the last train out of St Pancras, an hour later they were at Sue’s. Sue closed the door behind them. In the lounge were Brian and Terry. You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. By way of an explanation, Brian put the telly on, the DVD started to play, and both Julie and Sue knew their secret was out, as the five black guys began to fuck them in turn on the huge screen. It had been their first porno, she reflected. She’d been shitting herself before filming began, then ………well then she’d came, that first big black cock tore her apart, or so it had seemed. She felt it now, watching herself on the screen. And there was Julie a cock in her arse……………
Julie was crying softly, Sue took a deep breath. “Well you’ve discovered our secret. I’m glad, I couldn’t stand all this secrecy. The blue movies, well we’ve only done three. I hope you enjoyed watching, as much as Julie and me enjoyed making them.” Sue told them.
“You enjoyed that Julie,” Terry asked.
“Of course I did, we did. Isn’t it obvious,” Julie answered him.
“And this afternoon,” Brian asked, “I saw you in London, what was that?”
It was Julie that replied, “We’re on the game, we could dress it up, call ourselves hostesses, but we’re call girls, prostitutes. And you couldn’t afford us!”
“So in short, you’ve a choice, enjoy what can provide, or leave, because our darling husbands, we won’t be giving it up. So what’s it to be? No don’t answer now, you two think about it. And just in case you need a reminder, there’s always the DVD, but the real thing is us.” Sue spoke confidently.
Then she reached behind herself, and unzipped her little red dress, it fell away, revealing her miniscule see through red underwear, she span around. Julie caught on quickly, and removed her dress. Then as they walked from the room, leaving their respective husbands stunned.
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