Chapter 12
Vickie sat up in bed as though she'd been jabbed in the ass with a pin. Agnes' words trickled through her startled mind. Had she heard right? "You want me to move in with you? To live with you?" Her brown eyes were pools of astonishment.
Agnes nuzzled the surprised girl to her bosom. Sitting on the bed, facing her, she gathered Vickie to her nude bosom and gently stroked Vickie's long brown hair, back and shoulders. She pressed her thin lips to Vickie's in a tender kiss. "Will you, darling? Please?"
Vickie backed slightly away, the look of incredibility giving way to a look of curiosity. "Why?"
"Because we love you, darling. Peter and I both adore you. You've been on our minds ever since the last time you were here. Peter has talked about nothing since. You really turned the old boy on. And frankly, darling, I feel the same way about you. We've both fallen madly in love with you. That's why we want you to move in with us. To be like one of the family."
Vickie eased away from Agnes' embrace. Propping herself against the headboard, she lifted her knees, wrapped her hands around her legs and propped her face on her kneecaps. Staring into Agnes' eyes, she asked, "Wouldn't that be rather silly ... taking a nineteen-year-old girl into your house to live?"
"Not really, darling. We have it all figured out." Agnes placed fingers on Vickie's thighs and drummed. "Peter and I are really two lonely people. Like I mentioned we spent so much time getting rich, we didn't have time for children. Now we've got plenty of money, and plenty of leisure time on our hands. And frankly, darling, Peter and I no longer have a big thing going for each other ... sexually, that is!"
"Oh?"
"That's why we decided to hire a model to pose for the pictures for his book. We knew when we hired you that you'd also go along with any sex we decided to try. Peter and I agreed to at least give it a try. He wanted another girl. I wanted to try a girl, too. I've had this secret yen to make love to a girl, all my life. Until I tried it on you, I wasn't sure I'd like it. Now I know."
"You liked it?" Vickie grinned and began heating up again when she felt Agnes's soft fingers toying with her moist pussy.
Agnes flushed. "I love doing you, Vickie. And Peter loves fucking you. I've never seen him so turned on. You'd be good for both of us, darling."
"But why me? Why don't you just hire a new model every time you get the itch?"
"We thought of that, too, but discarded that idea, for several reasons. First, because we both love you. Second, we wouldn't be sure we'd like a different string of girls parading in out of our lives. You know, what with diseases and all those possibilities. It would look strange to our friends to have a lot of different girls visiting us for long visits like we have in mind. And there are other reasons, but mainly, darling, we want you because you're you!" Agnes eased a finger into Vickie's pussy. "We both love this adorable little twat!"
Vickie wriggled her adorable little twat around for better fingering. Many questions popped into her mind. And many reasons why she shouldn't. "It's out of the question, Agnes," she said, with a touch of regret. She genuinely loved this older couple, but what they were proposing was crazy. It was too far out.
"Because of the money you're making now?" Agnes backed her fingers from Vickie's twat and eased back on the bed to concentrate on the discussion, and to keep her mind on the subject at hand.
Vickie nodded. Thoughts of Mike ran through her mind. Thoughts of Connie. Thoughts of her sizable bank account that was growing with every assignment. "That's a big reason. You couldn't expect me to give all that up?"
"We've even thought of that!" Agnes chuckled. "You move in with us, darling, and we'll give you five hundred dollars a month free and clear. Like I said, we have plenty of money."
"Five hundred a month!" Vickie gulped.
"And if you stay with us six months, we'll give you a five thousand dollar bonus, darling. And another five thousand dollars every six months after that, plus your five hundred a month!" Agnes said, smiling.
"Wow!" Vickie shrunk back against the bed. The enormous sums of money being tossed around dazzled her. Talk about instant wealth. This was staggering. To a girl who'd been raised on chicken feed, the sums seemed astronomical. She did some hasty calculating. Five thousand. For six months. Plus five hundred a month. Another three thousand. Eight thousand. And all clear.
"In addition, we'd pay all expenses, buy you clothes and give you whatever you need in the way of spending money, darling. The five hundred and five thousand you could put in the bank, or invest it."
"Wow!" Vickie repeated. She still wasn't through digesting the propositon.
Agnes moved forward. "And there's one other thing, I might mention, darling. There's a junior college close by. You could enroll there. Continue your education while you're living in with us. We'll pay your tuition and expenses. Now how about it, darling?" Agnes eased forward. "Please say yes," she begged, stroking her fingers on Vickie's cunt. "We love you, and we love this so much!"
Vickie was tempted. This could be the answer to her problem. A chance to build for her future. She'd be a private whore. That would be much better than being a public domain whore. It would be safer. Sticking with Connie, she'd maybe make as much money. Or would she? True, Connie also loved her, but how long would that last? How long would it be before she outlived her usefulness to the Lance Henderson Agency?
Vickie knew that Lance's models didn't last forever. There was a heavy turnover. Lance had to keep fresh, young girls around to meet the demands of his picky clientele. Vickie knew that a whore's life span was limited. Her fucking life span, that is. A good-looking young kid could last maybe three, four years, then it would be downhill. After that -- what?
The thoughts surged through Vickie's mind while she mulled over .the amazing proposition and Agnes mulled over the amazing little twat she adored. Agnes was gently fondling the little pussy, heating both herself and Vickie in the fondling process. Reaching down, Vickie placed her hand over Agnes' and helped Agnes stroke her pussy.
"Wouldn't it be odd to your friends and neighbors to have me move in?" she asked.
"We've figured that out, too." Agnes smiled. "We'll pass you off as our niece. Well mention that your parents died and we've agreed to let you live with us. No problem."
"H'mm." Vickie sighed. Agnes seemed to have the answer to every question. "And if I do accept your proposition, I'll be like a member of the family. My own bedroom. Free to come and go as I please? My own friends to visit me?"
"But of course, darling. You'll be a member of the family. It'll be as though you're our daughter!" "Your fucking daughter?" teased Vickie.
Agnes flushed, then grinned. "To put it that way ... yes! You'll be our fucking little daughter, but you'll only let Peter fuck you, and me suck you. Which brings up your responsibility to us. If you accept our proposition, you'll agree to make yourself available to Peter and me. Any time either one of us wants you. Some nights you'll spend with him. Some nights with me. Some nights we'll have a threesome, like tonight. Agreed?"
Vickie weighed the proposition. It was very tempting. The thought of the money still boggled her mind. The idea of living on this estate. Of going to college. Of living a normal life. Being the member of an established family. She knew these people loved her. That was for sure. She loved them.
"Well?" Agnes pressed her lips close to Vickie's. "Please say yes, darling," she breathed.
"I ... I ..." Vickie sighed. "I should talk it over with Connie!" she blurted. "You don't have to know immediately, do you?"
A frown of disappointment etched Agnes's thin face. Then she brightened. "No. Not really. You talk it over with Connie, but please don't take too long making up your mind."
"Okay." Vickie cut loose with a big sigh. "I'll let you know this week. One way, or the other. I'll talk it over with Connie tomorrow night. I'll call you Thursday morning. I promise."
"Good!" Agnes' eyes lit up. She sealed the promise with a kiss. Then grinning lewdly, she said, "Since you've crapped out poor old Peter, it'll be my turn to spend the rest of the night with you. Let's have a sample of how our life together will be ... if you decide to accept." Agnes eased around on the bed to get into better sucking position. She glanced up at Peter who'd returned from the bathroom and had been tuned in on most of the conversation. "You can sit there and watch, Peter. Maybe if you watch long enough, you'll be able to get another hard-on and taken an-other crack at ... our daughter!" She smiled hope-fully.
Peter sat on a chair close to the bed and watched the naked girls in action. His poor prick was still limp from the beating it had taken from the tiny little cunt. Peter was usually a one a night man. It had been years since he'd taken Agnes twice in one night. He was hoping his luck, and passion, would change tonight. So he'd get another crack at Vickie's tiny crack. Even the thought of it caused stirring in his big cock. A bit of stiffness surged into the limp wand. Peter smiled hopefully. He had the feeling that tonight he'd make it again, and again, and again... .
Vickie smiled at her new parents to be. She was beginning to like the whole idea. It would be nice to have a pair of fucking parents like this. Make believe parents, of course, but the game of pretend would be fascinating. Another thought entered her mind. Who knows, maybe they might officially adopt her. They didn't have children of their own. They needed someone to leave their wealth to.
These thoughts churned through Vickie's mind while Agnes moved around on the bed to begin her sucking journey on her darling teenaged delight Impulsively, Vickie drew the older woman to her and showered her with kisses. Vickie's eyes were moist. She was filled with love, passion and lust. "Agnes. Agnes. I love you!" she breathed, huskily. "Please make love to me, and let me make love to you at the same time." She smiled through her misted, happy eyes.
"You mean ... ?" Agnes frowned.
"I'll suck you off, too, dear. You'll like it. I promise. Please?"
Agnes gulped. Turning to Peter, she said, her voice filled with lilting happiness. "Did you hear that, dear? Vickie's going down on me, too? Oh, Lordy, I'll be so happy with this girl."
"And maybe," added Vickie, shoving her face downward toward Agnes' pussy and flopping onto her back to be the underone in the Lesbian effort, "While I'm sucking your cunt and you're sucking mine, I'll get on top, shove my ass out, and let Peter fuck me in the ass! That is, if he can get a hard-on?" She glanced owlishly at Peter's limp cock.
The words had an electrifying effect. The limp cock began surging to attention. Peter hopped from his chair. "I'll do it! I'll do it! Get sucking, girls. Oh, Lordy, to think I'll be able to shove my prick in there!" He caressed Vickie's cute, out thrust ass-cheeks. "You get on top, Vickie. Now. I'm ready. See!" He held his big cock forward.
Vickie stared. She grinned. Peter was indeed ready!