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The Girls with the Tiger Tattoo.

Angie parked her car, and walked into the café, not far from The Turner Contemporary Art Gallery, in Margate. A familiar face waved her over. It was a girl she had once worked with, Tracey.
“Hello Naomi, how are you?” she asked.
Angie gave her order to the waitress, before turning to Tracey.
“I’m Angie, Naomi is my sister!”
“I never could tell you apart, sorry,” she said.
“Jesus fucking Christ, did they really look that alike, they weren’t twins, there was just over a year between them,” Angie thought.
“That’s a nice car you have, you must be doing well since we all got made redundant.”
Angie looked out at her car, a brand new Audi TT cabriolet, red. As she looked out of the window, another one pulled up beside it, and her sister Naomi got out. She wore a tight blue dress, very short, and was pulling on her right stiletto, whilst balancing on her heeled left foot. Driving in monster heels was bloody impossible.
“Wow, you both have the same car, and your hair is the same, and you’re both dressed exactly the same!” Enthused Tracey.
“Exactly the same,” thought Angie, “Right down to the miniscule black silky thongs. That and the tiger tattoos with its black and grey shading covered all their arse cheek, though that was different. Hers was on the right cheek, her sisters on the left, the tigers claw curling around to their hips, the tail disappearing up their arseholes. She didn‘t even like tattoo‘s let alone want one. They weren‘t even asked if they’d like one. Jason just went ahead, no discussion.”
Naomi joined them, Tracey seemed made up to see them both.
“Wow, you both look great, those shoes, and your hair, now you didn’t get that cut around here, I know,” she twittered on. “Where are you both working,” she asked.
“We both work in corporate entertainment,” Naomi answered for them both.
“Wow that sounds fantastic,” Tracey smiled.
“Corporate entertainment!” Angie mused, and nearly giggled out loud.
It hadn’t started like that of course. She had taken Naomi to a party given by a client of their former employer. He was so dishy, he made her legs go weak, her throat dry, and her pussy wet, they’d both made a play for him, and he’d hooked them both. Hooked and fucked them both that night on the same bed, side by side. He was very cool about it. They were swept off their collective feet, and dropped their knickers in a heartbeat. They were at a low point, both had just lost their jobs, and were about to lose the flat they both shared. Moving back with Mum, and her junky boyfriend was the only option either could see. It didn’t appeal.
“So where do you both live now?” Tracey asked.
“North Foreland estate,” Angie replied, referring to the private estate between Margate and Broadstairs.

Jason had a huge house overlooking the Channel. They both lived there with him, both sharing his bed. He was smooth, they’d both fallen for him, and he knew it. Then after a month, he began to mould them, persuade them, cajole them. He never threatened, he sweet talked. And they, they agreed. It began slowly, he had just fucked them both, first he would fuck one of them, then they would swap over, and he’d fuck the other. They’d never shared anything before, certainly not a boyfriend, and defiantly not a cock still wet from the other. But they did, and they enjoyed it. Angie felt herself coming, as Jason fucked her deep from behind, She was panting, Naomi was beside her, and held her hand tight. The cock felt so good inside her wet cunt. The orgasm was intense. Then Jason withdrew, and Angie knew it was Naomi’s turn. Hers would come again. But before Jason fucked Naomi, he said “ Naomi, suck my cock first.”
“But its been in Angie,” Naomi said.
“I know, that makes it more exciting.” Jason had said.
Naomi sucked his cock, taking it all into her mouth, leaving only a smudge of lipstick on the long shaft. Only then did he fuck her.
Angie sucked his cock as soon as it came out of her sisters pussy. She wanted to please him, to be the better sister.

“Wow, they’re all millionaires up there, or so I’ve been told.” Tracey dripped on. The coffee’s were brought over, and Tracey was quiet, but only for a moment.
The next night Jason had gone one further during their lovemaking.
“Would they please him, only if they wanted to,” Angie remembered.
Please him! He wanted them to pleasure each other. Just for him, of course.
Neither of them had been with a woman before, and now they explored each others bodies. Naomi had taken the lead, that first time. Angie remembered, her sister tentative at first, explored her cunt, peeling back her labia, inserting a finger. Then her tongue, hot, as she flicked that button of pleasure. Then it had been her turn, as Angie repaid her in kind. Jason sat watching, his erect cock in his hand…………
“Sorry, Tracey, what was that?” Angie asked.
“I was just saying to Naomi, how I envy you both. I wish I had found a job like yours. I’ve got a job as a barmaid in a club in Ramsgate, you know down near the harbour.”
“We know the one, don’t they have pole dancers?” Angie asked, cattily.
“Yes they do, and you wouldn’t believe the uniforms we have to wear, but I need the money, I just hope my Mum never finds out,” Tracey said.
“What are they like?” asked Naomi.
“I couldn’t give a fuck if my Mum found out what Naomi and me are doing, fucking old cow. A lot fucking worse than wearing a short skirt, and flashing some cleavage.” Angie mused to herself. “Could she and Naomi entertain a business associate of Jason’s, help cement a really important deal that was in the balance. Entertain! They both ended up in his bed, he watched them do the sisterly lesbo show, then fucked them both. He came in Naomi’s mouth, then they had to share it between themselves. They hadn’t minded, they did it for him, for Jason. They loved him even more, pleased they had helped win a contract. Even now, Angie would do anything for him, and she knew Naomi felt exactly the same way.”

“We have to wear high heels, a bloody short skirt, so short we flash our panties every time we even breath in, let alone bend over, and a silky halter neck, that’s all but backless, so we can‘t wear a bra.” Tracey continued, “nothing like those lovely clothes you are wearing.” Tracey was interrupted as both the sisters Iphone’s bleeped in unison. Angie, and Naomi checked their messages.
“Looks like we are partying tonight!” Naomi said happily. “Which means, we need to get a wriggle on, we’ve still got to go to the beauty ther****ts‘.”
“Time we weren’t here, sorry Tracey. Look,” Angie added as an after thought, “why don’t you come with us, our treat!”

The beauty ther****ts’ was in Ramsgate, near the grammar school. It had been there for years, and with good reason. It was the best outside of London.
The girls were booked in for waxing, and manicures. Tracey joined them.
Angie and Naomi both had their legs waxed, then their bikini lines, Brazilian, with just a miniscule landing strip topping their pussy’s. There cunt’s looked decidedly red, but they knew that would fade within an hour or two. A few stray’s needed plucking, mainly around the anus’s. It was then that Tracey got her first glimpse of their tattoo’s. “Oh my god, I never thought you two would have a tattoo, and certainly not one as big as that, its huge!” She squealed. “And the tail, it goes right up your bum! Did it hurt,” she continued, without taking a breath, bloody hell, it goes around the top of your leg, to your hip! And they’re the same!”
“Yes, we have, and yes it does, and yes, it did, at times,” Naomi replied.
“What?” Tracey replied confused.
“Yes we do have matching tattoos, and yes its big. The tail does indeed go up our arse’s, and it hurt when the claw was tattooed onto our hips,” Naomi clarified.
“Sorry!” Tracey said.

They went to the party alone. Jason had a sudden meeting, that he couldn’t get out of. It was a birthday party, for an old friend. “Be nice to him,” he told them as they left in Naomi’s car.
“You know what that means,” Angie told her, once they had driven out of the gated estate.
“It means what it means,” Naomi answered.
“It means he wants us to sleep with him,” Angie said
“Who, birthday boy?”
“Yes birthday boy.” Angie said firmly
“Well, I for one would do anything if it helps Jason, I thought you would too!” Naomi said.
“I would, I do. I’d do anything for him, only sometimes I think he uses us.” Angie told her sister.
“But he’s so good to us. Look at these clothes, our hair, our cars. Its only right that we should pay him back by helping him out when we can, don’t you think!”
“You’re absolutely right, I was just checking you felt the same way!” Angie said.

Heidi looked them up and down. She liked what she saw. She saw twin sisters, with short cropped blonde hair, and blue eyes. Tall, and curvy in the right places. Long legs. Dressed well, both in crimson halter neck dress’s, fashionably short. The six inch heels gave definition to their calves. Jason had done well. Now to see if they performed as well as they looked. She led them to where the guests were gathered. There were about twelve people there, toasting the health of her husband. She clapped her hands, and the guests stopped talking, and looked toward her.
“Time we wished Richard birthday wishes, hip hip………..”
The cheers died down, then she continued, “Now my darling, my birthday present to you. Twins!” She announced. As she did so, she reached up, and simultaneously pulled the girls halter neck’s undone. The dresses fell to the floor. Naomi and Angie stood in their heels, their dresses tangled around their ankles. They each wore a miniscule pair of nude panties, which left nothing to the imagination. Naomi recovered from the surprise first, and stepped out of the dress, and defiantly looked out at the gathering, u*********sly pulling her shoulders back, so her naked breasts stood proud. Angie smiled at Richard. He was six feet three, and athletic, probably in his late forties. In her heels there height was equal. She leant forward, and kissed him on the lips. He slipped an arm around her, his hand resting on the tattooed cheek of her arse, his other arm around Naomi. Then they were walked from the room. The guests watched as two tigers bracketed two shapely bottoms, as they swayed from sight.

Angie lay on the bed, beside her, Naomi was on all fours, being fucked vigorously from behind. It appeared Richard had popped a Viagra before they’d arrived, all three were sweating profusely.
Naomi knew she was coming again, her stomach tightened, her cunt soaked with her juices. She gripped the edge of the bed, digging her nails into the material. The door of the room opened, and Heidi walked into the room. She stood in the open doorway, a glass of champagne in her hand, she raised it in mock salute, and sipped the liquid. Naomi felt her anus pulse, unable to control herself, she groan, and finally came, “oh fucking hell, ooooooooooooh yes, harder, I’m comiiiiiiing……..”
When she opened her eyes again, Heidi was seated near the door, facing the end of the bed. Her skirt around her waist, her hand in her knickers, visible through the gossamer material. She held a finger up, and beckoned Angie to her. Naomi felt the bed move as Angie got off it, her naked bottom wiggled across the room. As Angie knelt between Heidi’s legs, her fingers closed around the back of Angie’s neck, as she was pulled down into Heidi’s cunt. Naomi watched her sister as she went to work, pleasuring Heidi with her tongue. Angie’s bum tilted up, the tiger’s tail disappearing into her arsehole. Naomi felt herself coming again, and closed her eyes, and savoured the sensations that coursed through her body.

Angie ran her tongue along Heidi’s labia, then wormed it inside the folds of her pussy. It was wet, and musky, heady. Angie reached with both hands under Heidi’s thighs, and pulled her onto her outstretched tongue, probing. Heidi responded, pulling Angie’s face ever harder into her cunt.
The air Angie breathed came from Heidi’s cunt, it smelt of her, tasted of her. Angie wanted more of it, and had her fill. Behind her she heard Naomi come again. As her groans faded, to be replaced by panting as her breath became heavier, so Heidi stood. Angie felt her hair being pulled, as Heidi led her across the bedroom, and back to the bed. Richards cock was pulled from Naomi’s pussy. Richard was coming now, Angie held out her tongue, as he came in a long jet of come onto it. She pulled her tongue back in, holding the come in her mouth. Then Naomi was in front of her. They kissed, sharing Richards ejaculation, before swallowing. Naomi was exhausted. Richard wasn’t. Angie was astride him now, his hard, throbbing cock entered her wet cunt, she slide down it length, impaling herself utterly……………….

It had been a long, long night. Both sisters were soaked in sweat, and come, and each others, and Heidi’s fluids, when dawn came. The shower was scalding hot. The girls enjoyed it, as its jets revived them.
Refreshed they walked arm in arm down the long staircase, and into the breakfast room. Their dresses had been returned to them, but their knickers had been lost.
“We must keep a spare pair of panties in our handbags next time,” Angie told Naomi.
“Next time?” Naomi questioned.
“Yes, next time!”
Heidi showed them out, “Thank you both. Tell Jason I want you both again, I’ll call him to arrange, oh, and I love the company motif tattoo’s,” she said, closing the door as she did so.
“Company motif, our tattoo’s are the sign of Jason’s company!!!” Naomi stormed. .
“I’ll bite her clit next time” Angie said, and then burst out laughing. “Come on, I’ll buy you breakfast.”

It was three weeks after Richard’s party. Angie and Naomi, emerged from the passenger terminal at terminal 5, Heathrow. They were both tanned, and looked a picture of health. Richard had paid for them to holiday on the Red Sea, in a very private villa. Neither girl had any white bits, Richard had been most insistent. Naomi finally got a signal on her iphone, and connected to her bank account. The cards had taken a hammering, and she needed to check her balance. “Fucking hell,” she said, wide eyed.
“Over drawn then,” Angie said “what a surprise!”
Angie was the careful one, once bitten and all that.
“Over drawn? No, the reverse. I’ve got twenty five grand in my account. That’s so not right!” Naomi said.
Angie checked her account, twenty eight grand, in credit. Both girls were bemused. Angie drove into the nearest town, and found a branch of Santander, their bank. Each printed off a mini statement from the ATM. Every month, a payment had been made from Roaring Tiger Ltd.
“Fucking hell,” they said together.

“Its an allowance, a thank you, from me, to you both, for your help in smoothing certain difficulties,” Jason explained.
“But we live here, you brought our cars, and clothes.” Naomi said.
“A bonus then, call it what you will, the money is yours, do what you want with it. Now lets talk no more about it” Jason said firmly.
Jason’s mobile rang. “Yes,” he listened for a few seconds, “why the fuck are you bothering me with this, find another girl, all she’s got to do is serve drinks. What the hell do you think I pay you for?” He listened a few moments longer. “Shut up.” He then turned to the girls, “Give me a mo,”
Angie smiled and nodded, then a thought struck her, “we know a girl, works as a barmaid, pretty, looks after herself.”
“Look don’t bother, I’ll sort it.” With that he ended the call.

Naomi pulled her knickers up. They were shorts, white, but brief, very brief. Then she slipped her shoes on, killer heels. Angie stood watching her. She was already dressed, identically. The sheath dress was white, and sheer. It clung to her body, as if it were her skin. She loved it. Naomi, zipped herself up, the zip was at the side. She pulled the micro mini dress down slightly. The white material against their tanned skin look fantastic. They walked down the long curved staircase, to where drinks were being served. The room buzzed, with the talk of several dozen people. All business associates of Jason. A few had wives or girlfriends with them. Tracey was serving the drinks. She almost let out an audible gasp when she saw Angie, and Naomi. She proffered the drinks tray. Angie and Naomi both took a glass.
“How’s it going Tracey, ok?” Asked Naomi
“Fine, look, thanks for getting me this job, I’m so nervous though,” Tracey whispered.
“Look, Jason’s two whores,” Heidi interrupted. She was drunk.
“Hello Heidi, nice to see you too,” Angie replied tactfully.
“Are you fucking my husband tonight?” Heidi went on.
“We’re consider it Heidi, we’ll defiantly consider it,” Naomi chipped in, before both girls walked further into the room.

Jason stood with an arm around each girls waist, and absent mindedly ran his hand across their pert bottoms. He turned to Angie, and kissed her on the mouth, then turned and kissed Naomi, their tongue’s met, and she embraced him, as she did so he lifted the hem of her dress…………..
Jason laid on his back, above him Angie was sweating, as she fucked him hard. His cock slipped out of her wet cunt, she gripped it quickly, felt its bulbous head, held it in place, and slid back down the long, hard pole, until it was buried deep within her. On the sofa beside her, Naomi had her dress hiked up around her waist, her hand inside her panties, her fingers inside her pussy. “Soon, very soon, it will be my turn,” she thought.
Her attention turned to the door, which opened, and in walked Tracey. She hadn’t seen them yet. That would soon change. Naomi wondered what her reaction would be, “this could be fun!” she thought. Tracey was a bit of a prude. Her eyes had nearly popped out when she had seen Angie and her dresses. The look said “I can she your knickers, and your tits!” She needed the money, Naomi knew, enough for her not to protest over her outfit for the night. A knee length dress, with a balcony bodice. Her tits rested visible just within. Tracey saw them, and dropped the empty glasses she was carrying. Luckily, they didn’t break.
“There are a couple more over here,” Naomi said helpfully.
“I’ll have a glass of water,” Angie called out to her.
Tracey was unable to speak, but managed a nod, before disappearing.
“That’s the last we’re see of her,” Naomi thought. She was wrong.
Tracey returned, a bottle of Evian water, and a glass on a tray. She opened it and poured half of it, before handing it to Angie.
Angie stopped briefly, she gripped Jason’s cock, holding it inside herself. Gratefully gulped the water down. Handed the glass back to Tracy, and continued fucking.
“Time to swap over girls,” Jason said. “Oh, Tracey isn’t it. Bring us another bottle of champagne will you, and a glass for yourself.”
When Tracey returned, Naomi was being fucked from behind, her favourite position. She was coming, she groaned, as the wave of pleasure washed over her, “Yes Jason, yes, yes, yes, deeper, mmmmmmmmm,” she almost screamed.
“Open the bottle, and pour,” Jason told her breathlessly.
Tracey did as she was told, as she bent down to hand Jason his glass, so her tits fell out of the dress. She left them where they fell.
Angie stood behind Tracey, as she watched, almost transfixed by the sight of Naomi being fucked. Angie cupped Tracey’s breasts, kneading them in both hands, tweaking her nipples between her fingers and thumbs. Angie smiled to herself, as Tracey made no protest, still watching Naomi, who was noisily coming again. She made no protest either, as Angie unzipped her dress, and left it fall to the floor. It was only when Angie’s fingers ran lightly over the front of Tracey’s knickers, and down to her cunt, that Tracey managed an almost silent “no.” Angie’s fingers were inside Tracey, working their magic. “Watch my sister Tracey, just watch,” Angie whispered.
Tracey watched, her panties now with her dress, in a pile on the floor, she watched too as Jason finished with Naomi, stood, and with his hard, wet cock jutting out in front of him, walked the few steps towards her. Angie led Tracey to the sofa, bent her over it. Angie ran her fingers down Tracey’s arse, pushing two into Tracey’s wet cunt, before Jason took her place, plunging his cock into her. Tracey’s eyes closed as she enjoyed that first feeling, as her cunt adjusted to the size of Jason’s member, then pushed back against it, to get every inch inside her. She felt her hair being pulled forwards. He eyes opened, in time to see Angie’s cunt in front of her face, as she balanced on the back of the sofa.
Angie watched as Jason began to fuck Tracey. She herself needed some relief. Naomi was, for the moment at least, exhausted. She pulled Tracey’s face into herself, unsure as to what Tracey’s reaction would be. Angie gripped harder, as Tracey shook her head. “Too bad,” thought Angie, and pulled Tracey, at the same time pushed her own hips forward, until pussy lips, met Tracey’s lips. Tracey tried to resist, but Jason was fucking her, pushing her forward, even as Angie pulled her into herself. Tracey was coming. Her boyfriend had never made her orgasm by fucking her, but she was coming, and coming as she had never come before. She grew more wanton, as the orgasm approached. She opened her mouth onto Angie’s cunt, almost automatically her tongue was outstretched and slurping the wetness that was Angie’s pussy.

The three girls walked into a high rise, on the river front, not far from Canary Walk. The car journey had been horrendous. An accident on the M25 had made them later. They were buzzed into the building, and took the lift to the second from top floor. A starchy PA greeted them as the lift doors opened, she gave them brief instructions on the walk into the apartment. She explained the apartment was on two floors, this, and the one above. A room had been set aside for them.
The girls showered, then quickly readied themselves, hair, make-up, then they dressed. The dresses were all the same, except, where Angie and Naomi’s were gold, Tracey’s was silver.
“Oh my God, this dress, its…..well its……..” Tracey stammered.
“Its clingy.” Naomi said helpfully.
“Its very revealing, barely covers our tits!” Angie chipped in.
“Its see through!” Tracey managed to finish her sentence.
The dresses were halter necked, the front plunging, not wide enough to cover their breasts. The top of their pert bottoms was exposed.
“It is see through, she’s right,” Naomi laughed.
“Come on lets go,” Angie said to them both.
“I can’t, not dressed like this,” Tracey said softly.
“It just nerves, Tracey, you’ll be fine,” Naomi told her.
“I’m only here because Jason asked me to help him out, make up the numbers. He said it was important,” Tracey said.
Angie thought Tracey was about to cry. She put an arm around her.
“You’ll be fine. Just do what we do, go with the flow. And remember, we are doing this for Jason!” Angie told her. “Now take a deep breath……..good.”

They walked up the staircase to the upper floor. The first thing that struck them was the view. To the west the city, a panorama, lit up in the dusk. To the front, and east, the river snaked its way through the east end. In the far distance, the QE2 bridge, cars the size of ants swarming across it. A bar stood in the corner of the room, a woman behind it served drinks. They each took one. Six men sat at a table in the centre of the room, Jason at the head. “So this is Jason’s city pad,” Angie said softly to Naomi, “nice.”
“Tracey, that’s your last alcoholic drink, at least for now. Drink mineral or soda water, understand,” Angie instructed her after watching her gulp her first drink in one. She really didn’t need a pissed Tracey to deal with. Angie walked to the table, as did Naomi. They stood either side of Jason, each stroking his shoulder. He looked up at them and smiled. Jason ran his hand under Angie’s dress, and squeeze her tiger cheek. She bent down, spilling her breasts, and kissed his cheek, she was rewarded with a finger being traced across her anus. She shivered, and stood back up.
“You’ve arrived at exactly the right time, we’re done here, time to go clubbing,” Jason announced.

The exclusive night club was just off Brick Lane, in the heart of the east end. The doorman let them through, nodding deferentially to Jason. There table in a secluded booth was reserved. The club was packed. The bubbly flowed. The girls danced, seemingly never sitting down. Angie had lost any sense of time, as she was twirled from one dance partner to another. She had just danced with Jason, and had at last managed to sit down, when Jason’s minder whispered in his ear. Jason nodded. Even in the low lighting of the club she could see Jason was angry, and clearly not with his heavy.
“Angie, I have to go. Make sure everyone has a good time. Go back to the penthouse. Make sure my guests are taken care of, anything they want…..you understand me.” Jason said to her, his voice just audible to her.
“I understand, everything?” Angie nodded.
“Everything, I mean everything,” Jason confirmed. Then he was gone.

Back at the penthouse, Angie just felt like taking her thriller heels off, as she suspected did the other girls. Now was not the time. She was the hostess, and had to act as such.
“Lets continue the party,” one of the guys said, his friends all liked the sound of that.
Music played. Dancing. Angie felt a finger trace her backbone, lower, and lower, until it reach her coccyx. She looked at the guy, who held her in his arms. He had pale blue eyes, and a nice smile. His hair was clipped short, and was a steely grey colour. He was old enough to be her father. She kissed him, and as she did, she felt him harden against her thigh. Her tongue was busy in his mouth. She wanted him. She wanted him then and there. His hand cupped her breast, teased the nipple. She felt herself becoming excited. She drew him backwards, until she felt the bar against her back. His cock was in her hand, it throbbed, she turned her back to him, then looking back over her shoulder, she said “fuck me.” His cock stretched her, she pushed her pelvis back, ensuring she had his length inside herself. She gripped the edge of the bar as he slowly at first, fucked her. His hands held her tits, he rolled her nipples in between his fingers and thumbs, he teased them, he squeezed them so hard, but the pain was delicious. She felt herself coming, her legs went weak, she gripped the bar to stop herself falling. The orgasm grew, she mouthed its name, “oh yes, oh fucking yes…harder, harder……….mmmmmmmmm,” as she came she looked into the brown eyes of the barmaid.

The morning didn’t arrive until after twelve. Angie’s mouth was dry, her legs ached. Her nipples hurt, and cunt was sore. She walked from the bedroom, where she had found herself alone, into the room with the bar. She needed a drink. She found a bottle of mineral water in the fridge. She drank it down, then looked about her. Naomi lay curled up on a leather arm chair, her dress and G-string littered the floor at her feet. Tracey lay on her back on a sofa, her one leg over the sofa’s back, the other on the floor. Her dress bizarrely folded neatly on an adjacent table. Her silver G-sting torn, still about her waist. Angie took another bottle, sipped it, then tip-toed out of the room.

“I don’t know what to say,” Tracey began.
“Then don’t,” snapped a very tired Naomi.
“What do you want to say,” Angie indulged her.
“Its just, well, is that what you do all the time?” Tracey asked.
“Not all the time, but, yes sometimes,” Angie asked her.
“Oh!” Tracey said, then looked away.
“Do you want out?” Angie asked her.
Tracey thought about it. She had danced almost naked in a club, her dress might not have been there, her tits spent most of their time on full view, even when her dress covered them they could still be seen. The dress was even shorter than the one she wore at work, at least there she wore proper knickers, not an almost non existent G-sting, which had ridden up until it had disappeared. It wasn’t decent, at least that’s what her mother would have said. But, and here she almost blushed, she had enjoyed herself as she had danced the night away. And then, she had watched as Angie had been fucked over the bar, as the barmaid looked on. Naomi rode a cock, another in her mouth. Tracey’s dress had been lifted over her head. She hadn’t protested, she was, she told herself in shock. Which was true, up to a point. A guy had pulled her onto his hard cock, her back was to him, another guy stepped in front of her. She had swallowed hard, prepared to suck him off. Instead, she had been lifted off the cock, she felt it leave her wet cunt, then it penetrated her arse, she almost cried out in pain. It had fucking hurt. She forgot the pain, as the second guy’s cock entered her so recently vacated pussy. The two cock’s had felt strange at first, then the payback for the pain, she had the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She had pissed herself, just a little, no one had noticed.
“Out? Tracey replied. Then thought, “do I?”
The truth was she didn’t know what to think, or do. Until she met Jason she had only had sex once before. She hadn’t enjoyed it. Then she had been fucked by Jason, it had been amazing. Even sex with Angie and Naomi had been? Had been what? Fucking great, she admitted to herself. Last night she had, had sex with five men, and two women, and not just one at a time. Did she want this to end?
“Angie, I’ve just had the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, why do I want it to end?” Tracey responded.
“Look Tracey, Naomi and I do this for Jason, and would do anything for him, and I do mean anything. So if you fuck him about, you’ll have us to answer to.” Angie told her firmly.
“I think he is dreamy too, I do anything for him, yes anything!” Tracey decided. And then thought, “and anything for you,” the thought went unsaid.

Tracey winced as her legs were waxed. The owner of the beauty therapy business tore another wax strip from her leg.
“Done, now for your bikini line,” she said.
Tracey lifted the white gown she had been given.
“Wow,” the woman said “now that is some tattoo.”
She made no further comment, as she continued her work. The tattoo was big, a large tiger curving up the top of her thigh. The a****ls claws reached out to her pussy, its curling tail disappeared up her bum. Not so different from Angie, and Naomi’s, just the angle was different.
Tracey stood by the till, her purse in hand. The shop owner looked at her, smiled, and said “I’ve put your bill on Jason’s account, I see you are one of his girls.”
“How do you know?” Tracey asked innocently.
“The tattoo darling!”
She was right of course. Jason’s minder had taken her to the tattoo shop. No one asked her if she wanted one. The truth was she was rather proud of it, just like Angie and Naomi’s. Every time she caught sight of herself in the mirror she had to stop, and look. She had winced once, as the tattoo artist did his work, as his tattoo gun touched her anus, where the tigers tail disappeared.

She no longer worked at the night club, in her short skirt. Now she wore decidedly shorter ones to posh clubs. She worked for Jason, though she didn’t consider it work. Her mother had a name for it. Whore. She no longer lived with her mother, she lived in a flat, overlooking Viking Bay in Broadstairs. It was gorgeous. Jason paid. He paid for her car. An Audi TT, colour metallic blue. Her wardrobe had been changed, Jason again. And her bank balance was in credit for the first time in months. She knew she’d have to pay, and she knew how. She opened her mouth, and a guy she had never met before put his cock in her mouth, she went to work on it, until it was hard and throbbing, as another guy she had never met before pushed his cock into her arse..…