Chapter 5
It was late Sunday afternoon when Vickie arrived at her apartment.. She was bushed. It had been a very interesting weekend. Peter and Agnes had given her quite a workout. It was as though they both had tried to make up for the many years they'd missed in loving others, and doing a bit of adultrous cheating. They had sure made up for lost time. Vickie's pussy was still twitching and throbbing from the pounding it had taken. Poundings by hot tongues, and a hot cock that had zoomed up again and again.
Vickie had been amazed at Peter's virility. For a man pushing forty-two, he'd acted more like a man in his early twenties. The guy had been insatiable. Even now, many hours later, he'd been very reluctant to let her go home.
Not only had Peter used up a considerable amount of his energy on her, he'd also used up a dozen rolls of film. Vickie had been posed in more positions than she'd dreamed possible. Peter had mentioned he wanted something to remember her by. Well, he'd taken it. In all kinds of conceivable poses of her alone, with Agnes, with him and with all of them in a group by using the time exposure of the camera gear.
Peter had promised to send her a copy of all the pictures when he developed them, also a copy of his book, when he had it published.
Now, with her twitching pussy at last quieted, and her envelope with the extra money in it stashed in her purse, she entered her bedroom to face her roommate.
Connie was flopped on the bed, listening to the radio and sipping at a drink. The dark-haired girl was stark naked. Her legs were spread wide, revealing her mass of dark pubic hair and her sizable cunt. Connie often flopped around the bedroom in the nude, so the sight was not too surprising. She sat up on the side of the bed when Vickie entered the room. She gave with a mock smile and sounding like a mother hen, she clucked, "It's about time! Where've you been?"
Connie felt a sense of responsibility toward this cute kid who'd been placed in her charge. Connie, being the oldest member of the group of four whores who resided in the apartment was more or less looked upon as the group leader.
Lance phoned her and issued instructions for the girls, including her own assignments. Connie saw to it that the assignments were carried out.
Vickie flopped onto the bed on her back and cut loose with a big sigh of relief. It felt good to be back home. To the familiar surroundings of her apartment and being with her roommate, the girl she felt a strange attachment for. She genuinely liked this, older, dark-haired girl. She needed the consolation and motherly love the girl provided. She rested fingers on Connie's bare thigh and drummed her fingers.
Cutting loose with a few more sighs, Vickie said, "Wow! What a weekend!" She shook her head in disbelief. "You wouldn't believe what I've been through."
Connie hovered over her little chick. She slid an arm under Vickie's neck, cradled the lovely in her arms and stared down with love in her eyes. "They didn't hurt you?"
Vickie giggled. "Hell no. They were gentle, kind and considerate. They loved me." She smiled at the memory of their love.
"I'm glad. I love you, too, darling." Connie's voice was husky. She ran the tips of her fingers lightly across Vickie's lips. "You're my special little girl," she breathed.
"And I was their special little girl, too."
"Both of 'em?"
"Both." Vickie spread her arms above her head and chuckled.
"Agnes make love to you, too?" Connie didn't know the couple. They had just been names she'd written on a paper. Names she'd gotten over the phone from Lance.
"Did she ever! Wow!" Vickie smiled lewdly at the memory of Agnes bumping her twat. The older lady had made up in eagerness what she'd lacked in pussy-licking skill. Before the night was over, Agnes had developed into a top-notch Lesbian, with Vickie her prime target.
"Did you like her doing it to you?" Connie's voice was suddenly husky and throaty. Her fingers strayed down to Vickie's blouse. She worked them in under the material and rested them atop Vickie's luscious melons. Her other hand strayed onto Vickie's thighs and began a slow, drumming journey up Vickie's creamy inner thighs.
Vickie frowned. A sudden aversion swept over her. She stared hard at her roommate. She nodded. The frown on her face deepened. "I loved it. Why?" she blurted the question.
Connie, seeing the look of horror on Vickie's pretty face, flushed. She backed her fingers away. "Never mind. It was just a thought." She sucked in a deep breath and her momentary passion ebbed. She was back to being, Connie, boss whore. "How much did the horny couple pay you?" She hopped to her feet, went over to the end table and refilled her glass.
"I don't know. I didn't open the envelope. It's in my bag. Let's check." Vickie opened the bag and pulled out the sealed envelope. She didn't look before, because she wanted to keep this moment for a surprise. Hers and Connie's. A sort of a game they played. She pulled out the big wad of bills and began counting. "Wow!" she gulped. "Two hundred dollars!"
Connie's eyes bugged wide, tinged with a trace of envy. "Two hundred bucks! Wow! You sure did please 'em!" She handed Vickie a drink. "You sure you only took on the two of 'em? Agnes and Peter?" Her voice contained a measure of envy.
"Just the two of 'em." Vickie sipped at her drink. She smiled and stared at the money. "This was a first time for them," she explained. "I guess they didn't know how much they should give me. I told 'em it was up to them to decide what I was worth. And they are rich."
Connie shrugged. The momentary jealousy had ebbed. After all, Connie reasoned, it was only money. That's what they were both in the racket for. Connie recalled the many times she'd earned big money for weekends, when she was fresh and young like this kid. "Did you eat supper yet?" She changed the subject.
"I could use a snack. What's in the refrigerator?"
"Me and the girls had some lamb roast Ginger cooked it. There's some left over. Want me to heat it up? Maybe the other girls'll want a snack, too." Connie slid into a wrap around and stepped into bedroom slippers. "You slide into something comfortable, darling. Ill get the snack ready."
A few minutes later, Vickie joined the group in the kitchen. The four girls sat around the table munching on the goodies that Connie had whipped up for her brood. The four beauties engaged in idle chitchat.
Neither Ginger, or Ruth, asked Vickie about her weekend. They, too, had been on assignments.
Vickie wasn't as close to the other two girls as she was to Connie. Ginger and Ruth shared the other bedroom in the lush apartment provided by Lance for his special girls. Ginger was twenty. She was a dazzling redhead, weighing one hundred and thirty pounds on a lush, curvy five feet seven inch physique. Ginger had won countless beauty contests and was a sparkling, blue-eyed beauty with a terrific sense of humor.
Ruth, her roomie, was twenty-one. She displaced one hundred and twenty-five pounds of curvy, blonde loveliness on a five feet seven inch shape. She had pale blue eyes, a somewhat thin face with a wide generous mouth and habitually wore a serious expression. Ruth was the deep thinker of the group.
After settling her brood at the table and piling their plates with goodies, Connie joined them. This was a typical Sunday evening get together. The one night in the week they seemed to be able to meet without having tricks to work. This was the time Connie usually outlined their duties for the upcoming week.
"Lance called a while ago," Connie explained, consulting her work booklet. "Ginger, you're to keep on with your project with that artist in the Village. He told Lance he wants you for at least three more days."
Ginger crinkled her cute nose and winced. It wasn't one of her choice assignments. The conceited artist had more than paint brushes on his mind. He seemed more intent with the bush between Ginger's adorable thighs. She nodded. "Okay."
"And Ruth, you're still assigned to that political guy you've been with the past few days. You'll still be acting as his private secretary. Taking notes and taking care of all the little things that come up!" She giggled.
"Little things?" Ruth sighed. The old guy sure didn't have a little cock. It was plenty big and he knew how to use it. She nodded. "Okay, boss. Gotcha. I'll join him at his motel same time tomorrow?"
"Right. And for the next few days." Connie closed her notebook.
"How 'bout me?" Vickie asked.
Connie smiled and petted her hand. "He doesn't have anything lined up for you for tomorrow, darling. You can sit home and relax. Maybe go shopping. Or do what you want."
"Okay." Vickie was glad. She could use a bit of a rest after the hectic weekend. She'd take a trip to the bank to add the two hundred to her growing bank account. She'd do a bit of shopping at her favorite stores.
"He'll have a few things lined up for you by Tuesday, darling." Connie explained. "Oh, and by the way, Lance was telling me about a big one he's got cooked up for this coming weekend. A big bash that'll keep all four of us busy."
"Oh?" Vickie turned to her.
"A big party at David Brett's place. You've heard of David Brett, the producer?"
Ginger and Ruth nodded. Their eyes lit up. "Wow!" Ginger exclaimed. "Not the David Brett?"
"The same." Connie grinned. "David and his wife, Sue, are throwing one of their famous whing-dings. Out on his estate. There'll be plenty of big shots there. They want us around to spruce up the place and add beauty, and maybe to take care of some of the famous guests!" Connie grinned.
Vickie vaguely recalled hearing or reading about the Bretts. The name was beginning to jar a responsive note in her memory. She had heard about David Brett. He was a well-known producer of tv specials and had many movie credits to his name.
And as befitted a famous celebrity, Vickie began remembering the tidbits of gossip she'd read and heard about the guy -- and his equally famous wife, who had been quite a star in her heyday.
Her interest perked up. It could prove to be an interesting weekend. Maybe as interesting as this past weekend.