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Chapter 9
The first couple of visitors that Saturday was awkward for everyone including the clients. They had not expected the girls to be friendly. One of them even thought it might be a trick to sucker him into doing something dumb so the girls could make fun of him. Betty’s regulars were delighted to see the girls naked and polite, though.
One of them had tipped them twenty dollars when he left. That was enough to spark their interest in continuing to play the role of hostess.
Karen wrote some rudimentary rules on some cardboard and posted it at the front door.
1. HOSTESSES ARE TO BE POLITE AT ALL TIMES. The girls are learning to be respectful. Please report any misbehavior to Mistress Karen. They must refer to all men as Sir and all women as Ma’am. They must say thank you, please, and you’re welcome at appropriate times. They must always be nice.2. Hostesses are naked today because they misbehaved. If you are curious about what they did to deserve it, please ask them. They have been instructed to be polite, honest, and truthful at all times.
3. Hostesses will be standing in the living room when they are not busy. If you want a drink or a snack, please ask them. If you would prefer them to assume a different position please ask. The girls will not mind.
4. You may NOT touch the hostesses under any circumstances. They may NOT touch you. Please don’t ask them to do so. If you do, you may be asked to leave.
5. The Hostess’s names WERE Cheyenne and Savannah. Today they are answering to Fifer and Fiddler only. Please only address them by their Hostess names. If you are curious about why just ask them.
Alan chuckled at how eager the girls were after they received their first tip to answer the door.
Cheyenne launched herself at the door when someone knocked. Her long brown hair whipped behind her as she presented herself at the screen door. Her tits bounced slightly as she welcomed the man inside. “Hello, Sir, welcome to our house,” she said. She knew him. She had seen this man several times over the last few years. She never bothered to learn his name.
“Hi Cheyenne, why are you acting so polite?” he asked. He was balding, a little frumpy, and obviously a man who worked with his hands for a living. He was probably a mechanic or something.
“My name is Fifer today, Sir. I am acting as my mother’s hostess. What is your name?” she asked.
“I Am Gene. You’ve met me like a dozen times. The last time you saw me, you told me I looked like an asshole and smelled like Poligrip. Don’t you remember?” he seemed surprised. He walked in behind her and noticed Savannah was holding her ass cheeks apart with her butt facing the door. She was smiling and looking over her shoulder at him when he walked in. Karen smacked her butt with a crop and made her look straight ahead.
“Yes, Sir, I remember that but not your name. I am sorry about that. You have an appointment today at 2:30 pm. I am sorry that my mother is running behind. Do you mind having a seat?” she asked.
“Not at all,” Gene smiled and hopped on to the couch.
That was Cheyenne’s cue to hold the same position her sister was holding. Savannah stood up and curtsied slightly by bending her knees, smartly for him. “Can I get you something to drink, Sir?” she asked. She offered him beer, water, or soda.
“I would love a beer,” Gene couldn’t believe his luck. He loved looking at the pretty young things fawning all over him. Savannah gracefully lept into the kitchen like an antelope prancing to get him a drink.
Gene looked over at Alan with a big smile on his face. “You have your daughters well trained!”
“Don’t look at me,” Alan smiled back at Gene. They were old friends from way back. Gene has been fucking Betty for years. “That’s all Mistress Karen,” Alan gave credit to Karen.
Karen was off to the side out of the way, where she would not be easily visible. She was wearing a white robe. “Hello, Sir,” Karen said.
“Ooh, Mistress. Do you do bondage?” Gene asked. He wasn’t interested in bondage himself, but he knew what a Mistress was.
“Yes sir, would you book me to help you train my sister today?” Karen was already to upsell him.
“No, I think I can handle it all by myself,” Gene chuckled.
Karen wasn’t going to hard sell him on it. She was ready to offer him some additional packages. She had printed off a few menus of gold, silver, and bronze packages of things Betty would do with him for donations. She handed them to him.
Gene began to rub his hand up Cheyenne’s thigh while she stood in front of him and displayed her tits. She didn’t complain or scream at him.
“Take your hand off Fifer’s leg, please,” Karen said sternly.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize I was doing it,” Gene said. He totally realized he was doing it. He felt embarrassed.
“Thank you, Ma’am,” Cheyenne said. She was genuinely grateful that Karen had stood up for her. Her mother would have let her yell at this guy and make him feel like a fool. She wouldn’t have been the one to stand up for him. Betty thought the girls could handle themselves better than she could. However, Cheyenne secretly appreciated Karen coming to her defense so quickly.
“So, what are you up to today, Sir?” Cheyenne asked. She hated making small talk as much as her sister. She dreaded talking to the customers. It made her feel uncomfortable. She didn’t really care about anyone else’s opinions or what they were doing. She was only interested in talking about herself. It was more humiliating to her to seem interested in Gene; then it was to let him stare at her tits.
Gene seemed surprised. He was getting aroused. Savannah brought him a beer on a tray and squatted down low so that he could take it from the tray. She didn’t stand up. She kept her knees apart, and her pussy was spread.
“You can stand up if you want,” Gene seemed surprised she didn’t move.
“No, sir, I am your end table now. I will hold the tray for you in case you want to set down your beer,” Savannah said.
Karen quietly made a note to herself to give Savannah feedback after this session. She would tell her to rephrase her answer without telling him no. “That’s quite alright, Sir, I am learning to be of service. I am happy to remain here and hold your tray so you can set down your beer without having to lean over to the end table. Thank you for considering me,” would have been preferable.
The girls were learning, though, albeit slowly.
Mark and Tucker wanted to leave and go out. They asked Karen if they could leave.
“No, I need you to stay around here for a while,” Karen said to them.
“Mom, it’s getting boring,” Tucker said. He liked looking at his cousins naked, but he had seen enough and was ready to go roaming around the trailer park with Tucker.
“I have a session with Piggy in two hours. I want you and Mark to watch the girls and make sure they behave while I am working. Can you do that for me?” Karen asked.
Mark suggested he could be back in under two hours if she wanted. Tucker was quick to say he’d rather stick around.
“I want you to pay attention to how I handle the girls. I don’t want to bother Alan on his day off. Everyone has a role to play. If you would prefer, I could teach you both how to be hostesses?” Karen suggested sternly.
“No, Ma’am,” Mark was the first to answer. They went back to playing video games.
Karen looked at her watch. She could tell that Betty’s client had gone over by five minutes. She excused herself and went to check on her. Betty was covered in cum. Two big black guys were fucking her face and her ass from behind. She was sweaty and smiling.
“Have you both cum?” Karen asked them.
The black men ignored her. She asked them again, and they said they had not.
“You can either pay another hundred, or I need you to finish. You have five minutes,” Karen said. She was about to turn away and go back out into the living room to let them finish with her sister. Betty would have kept fucking them for hours without charging them. It was one reason she scheduled so much downtime between sessions. Her sister was a stickler about time, though, and she doubled down, grinding her ass into the cock in her butt and slurping the dick.
“Why don’t you get in here and finish us?” one of the black men with his dick in Betty’s mouth demanded.
“You can’t afford me,” Karen said as she closed the door. She returned in five minutes and tossed them each a towel. They were done.
“The bathroom is in there. You can take a shower. Please dry off and don’t sit on my couch in the nude. We have water and snacks if you want to rest a little before you leave,” Karen said.
The men appreciated her kindness. One of them went into the shower. The other walked into the living room completely naked. He threw his towel on the couch and then sat on next to Gene.
Savannah and Cheyenne were impressed with the girth of his huge black dick. They tried not to giggle.
Gene stood up and said that it was his turn. He tossed some money on the table and walked to the bedroom.
“Unless you want to watch her cleaning up from the last guys, I would ask that you wait out here a few more minutes, Sir,” Karen said.
Gene said he didn’t mind. He walked into the bedroom. Betty was squatting with her knees apart. She was letting the cum drip out of her asshole. She had cum all over her face and in her hair. She was obviously well fucked.
“Hello Sir,” Betty’s bright blue eyes looked up at him mischievously.
“Wow, even you are calling me Sir now?” Gene smiled as he sat on her bed and watched her strain to squirt out the cum in her ass. It was a ritual that Karen made her do between customers after she saw Betty lap up cum off the floor one time. Betty was expected to squat and drip all the cum from her pussy and on to the floor and then lap it up. She was permitted to use a washcloth to wipe herself down between fucks, but it was the same washcloth she wore as a gag in the living room.
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