Chapter 5

"First, we have to get an apartment together," said Amy as we left the Porter Assurance Building. "I'm tired of living at home, anyway, and I've got enough saved for the deposit and all that What about it Gena, are you game?"

"Sure," I said with false confidence. "I just wonder how my folks are going to take it. I mean, it's going to be hard enough to break the news that I'm fired without adding this item to it"

"Then don't tell them you've been fired until after we've moved."

"I guess that's a good idea." Everything was going too fast for me. We stood on the sidewalk and realized we had four hours on our hands before we could go home. "See?" I commented. "It's going to be like this each day we don't tell them we're out of a job. We'll have to hang out for forty hours a week!"

"Perhaps we could visit some people," Amy suggested, but I could tell by her face that she didn't know anyone who would be home at that hour. All about us people walked with a purposeful stride, and behind us the Porter Building buzzed with activity. Only Amy and me, and the bums sitting on the park benches, were without function.

"Hey, I know! We could see if Terry is home. She didn't seem the nine to five type to me." Amy wanted to know what land of type that was, but I disappeared into a telephone booth and called Terry's number. She was home and she said she'd be glad to see us. "Didn't I tell you? She sounded like she'd just gotten out of bed!"

"Okay, so you're smart." We took a cab to Terry's address and found her still in bed. She had on a long, red flannel nightie and her short-cropped hair was tousled from a long and restless sleep. Without her make-up she looked more beautiful than most women coming out of a beauty parlor, and the effect of her looks wasn't lost on Amy. Her wise-ass manner left her and she became quite shy when we sat down on the edge of Terry's bed.

"I didn't really expect to see you again," said Terry in her throaty, sexy voice. She lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out of the side of her mouth so she could continue looking us over. "You'll have to excuse me staying in bed for a bit longer. I had such a hard night last night that I don't know if I'll ever get up again."

"Why, what happened?" I asked.

"I told you that I do it with men for money when it's necessary, didn't I? Well, yesterday it became necessary and I was unlucky enough to snare a guy who wanted his money's worth. He wouldn't stop, just kept banging away at me all night long and he didn't even pause in between blowing. He must have been some freak of nature, I think. Boy, did I earn those bucks, all two hundred of them."

"Two hundred!" Amy asked, her eyes round with amazement.

"Sure, what do you think? I'm no sale item, honey."

"Wow, that's more than I make in a week-or used to make."

"We were fired today," I explained, and when Terry wanted to know more I gave her a brief outline of the day's events. She was very impressed and asked us what we were planning to do next. "Well, we know a guy who makes pornographic loops and he pays us thirty dollars for half an hour's work. And he says we ought to get into feature movies. That sounds pretty profitable."

"Nonsense," said Terry sharply. "You can expect a hundred bucks here and fifty there, but it's nothing when you add it all up at the end of a year. That whole market is dedicated to finding new faces and new asses."

"What would you suggest?" Amy asked.

"Oh, let's not talk business just yet," yawned Terry. "Come on, let's take a shower and a sauna together, that'll relax us all."

"A sauna!" we cried. She had one right next to the bathroom, a large sauna complete with coals, wooden paneling and a bucket full of water to keep the humidity high. At this point I began to wonder just how Terry could afford all this. Certainly the occasional trick wouldn't do it. I asked her but she dodged the question. We took a quick dip under a cold shower and rushed shivering into the sauna, which was so hot that we couldn't breathe at first. The temperature gauge read two hundred degrees and when Terry poured water over the coals the heat seemed to double. The sweat welled up from every pore and at first all we could do was gasp.

Naked, sitting on towels spread over a wooden bench, intimacy growing in this moist oven, we could feel our defenses being lowered. Terry looked lovely next to me. The sweat made her slightly tanned flesh glisten sensually and the supple leanness of her body made her look enough like a boy to bring out my dormant desires. Next to her Amy looked voluptuous, large breasts and fuller thighs, more pubic hair, and both of them together made me feel like the Bazooka Girl, all tits and ass!

"This is nice!" said Amy, sitting back so that she touched the wall. She sat up again hurriedly because the wall was too hot and looked over her shoulder to see if she had been damaged. Terry took her by the shoulders and turned her so she could inspect it closely.

"It's all right," she said, caressing her perspiring flesh tenderly, "I'll kiss it all better. There, how does that feel? Shall I keep kissing it for you?"

"Ooohhh, yes please," said Amy, reclining in the woman's arms. I watched them with mounting excitement, the seducer and the seducee, both of them so willing, so glad to have company. My turn would come in time, I could be patient, and so I made myself comfortable to watch as Terry slowly caressed my friend into a state of bliss. She was so subtle and thorough that my body began to tingle in empathy with my friend's, each caress, each licking kiss, each tiny squeeze registered in me and caused me to reach down between my thighs to bring a measure of comfort to my itching pussy. Now that I had experienced making love with women a few times my body knew what to expect and what to aim for, and I found myself tuned in within minutes. Now she had her arms about Amy and her hands on the girl's small firm breasts, pinching the nipples and testing the resilience of her flesh, while Amy rested her head on Terry's shoulder and sighed appreciatively. Yes, I knew how she felt. Terry had aroused me from head to toe only the other night, evoking wild tingling storms of passion in my belly that spread like a bunch of hurricanes to throw all of me into tumult.

"Feeling better, baby?" murmured Terry. She leaned against me now and held Amy as if she really were a baby. "Tell Mummy that it doesn't hurt any more, tell her, let her know just how you feel."

"Feels good!" crooned Amy. Her hips were restless now, bucking up and down as if to invite some action down there. She half turned so that her face came to rest against Terry's shoulder and she slithered down a little way to get at those diminutive breasts, those glorified nipples. At once Terry let out a moan of delight, and I understood that her breasts had to be super-sensitive what with all those nerves packed into such a small area. I wrapped my arms about her and caressed her other tit, slow and easy, as if lost in a dream, and tiny shivers ran through her body in response.

The heat was so clammy and oppressive that we were melting like pats of butter. Only a dim little lamp provided us with light and the smell of eucalyptus prevailed. Little fountains of sweat gushed all over my body and when my skin touched Terry's it squelched and slipped as though we had been rubbed down with baby oil. By easing my back against the wall very carefully I managed to get used to the hot wood, and made myself much more comfortable. Now Terry could rest in my arms and I could maul her lovely little tits, and Amy could still push into her and suck at the nearer nipple to her heart's content. The sweat made it easy to twist and turn and suddenly Terry was down on my breasts, plucking at both nipples with her lips, embracing me about the waist and raising her ass at Amy, who had lost her grip and found herself sitting all alone. Amy didn't need a stronger hint. I could see her maneuvering into position, licking her lips and looking delighted.

"Hey, it still tastes like sperm down here!" she protested. "Didn't you wash him out of your body yet?"

"I thought I had," said Terry. She looked embarrassed now. "I must have dreamed that I douched."

"Let me do it for you, then," said Amy. "Where's your equipment?" Terry told her and the two of us waited suspensefully while my friend got the douche bag filled and the nozzle in place. When she came back into the sauna she dumped more water on the coals and settled back in between Terry's legs. I took the sweating boy-woman into my arms and kissed the sweat off her face while she cocked her ass up in preparation for the internal shower. "I love doing this," said Amy. "Every time I douche I get off on it, it never fails."

"Oooohhh yes! So do I!" signed Terry, her fingernails digging into my flesh. "Push it in deeper, honey, right up me, the more the better. There's only one thing better than a douche and that's an internal."

"You mean a vaginal examination? Oh yes, I love that, too! My gynecologist thinks he's a real lover just because his finger makes me wet. Hold on now, here comes the lot." She must have shoved the nozzle right into Terry's cunt and squeezed the bag, because the women grabbed hold of me and moaned as she bit into the flesh of my breasts.

There, now just relax and let it all drip out," said Amy. Water ran over the bench and onto the floor, where it soon evaporated into more humidity. I didn't know if I was coming or dying in this dreadful heat. Terry mauled my tits and my pussy distractedly, her body shivering, her head twisting from side to side. I wondered what Amy was doing back there but I figured she was probably opening the woman's cunt right up to let it empty out. Terry pushed backward to get more of that treatment, and in doing so she slid down my belly and landed with her face between my legs. Her mouth automatically went into action, sucking and licking my pussy just as effectively as she had the other night. I couldn't resist her tonguing, her greedy fondness of my juices, and I clenched my thighs about her head while pushing my cunt deeper into her mouth for more, more, morel

Over Terry's undulating body I could see that Amy was no longer using the douche on our new friend. She lay on her back, her face just below Terry's restless cunt, and she had her own legs wide open so her hands could work the nozzle of the douche deep into her body. Fucking herself, eating Terry, and letting the woman's juices drip on her face, my friend seemed to be discovering new realms of pleasure. The sounds she made were those of lust and excitement, complete abandonment And what she did to Terry, Terry did to me! The woman sucked at my cunt so that the flesh bulged out and chafed against her teeth painfully, but the pain melted in with the fiery pleasures and raced through my body to madden me and make me explode into intense little climaxes.

Amy turned over and sat on her knees, resting one arm on Terry's back so the other could guide the nozzle into her cunt from behind. Now she was looking right at me, licking her lips and panting, sweating profusely, and her eyes told me how much she wanted me, how she longed to eat my cunt. I couldn't face so much lust My eyes closed and I tried to pull Terry up over me like a security blanket. But Terry was too busy with my cunt and Amy came toward me slowly, stalking me with that nozzle in her hand. I glanced at the strangely formed phallus through my lashes, and I wondered if she would really put it up me. I wanted her to and

I didn't want her to, I wanted anything that was like a cock...but could I stand it? Besides, how much better than Terry's (or Amy's) tongue could it be? I quailed at the idea of experiencing more powerful emotions than those rampaging through my overloaded system.

Terry monopolized my cunt and Amy pointed the nozzle at my mouth instead. The nozzle shone with oil and smelled of cunt, and when it touched my lips I fastened them about the perforated knob and sucked at those delicious oils, tasting a little of Terry, a little of Amy, and some Massengil to go with it. The nozzle dove deeper between my lips, caressing along my tongue and heading for the gag zone, but I wasn't afraid. A strange hunger welled up in the back of my throat, a yearning to be stuffed choc-a-bloc with something hard and unyielding, and that nozzle couldn't get down my throat quick enough for me! I licked it and sucked it, my beautiful toy, and Amy moved it in and out slowly as a real cock would do. For those delirious moments I forgot all about Terry. All that mattered was that stiff thing in my mouth, so much like the cocks who were playing on my mind more and more these days.

She withdrew it without warning and plunged it back into her pussy to line it with her liquor once more. I couldn't get enough. Terry kept stoking my fires by tongue-fucking me, Amy fed me pussy sauce like I was a baby, and the heat of the sauna transported me into a feverish euphoria where every sensation became magnified and dreamy, where pain and discomfort became just feelings that fell slightly short of perfect bliss.

"Oh God, enough!" gasped Terry. She got out from between my legs and straightened up painfully. "Too much sauna is bad for your skin. Come on, let's go take a shower."

"Oh no, not a cold one!" Amy said.

"No, not cold. Freezing." She hustled us out of the sauna and into a glass enclosed shower cubicle, and before we knew what was going on she had turned the cold water on full blast. The three of us squealed and grabbed hold of each other as if looking for protection against so much coldness. I thought my body was going to fall apart during the transition from one extreme to the other, but within a minute the cold water felt very good. When we came out of the shower I felt tight and fresh, and the vigorous toweling the other two gave me sent the blood pulsing through me like a stream of boiling oil.

"Now make yourselves comfortable in the living room and I'll see what I can put together for lunch," said Terry. Now that we had all been introduced there was no need for clothes and other formalities. We sat on the long, deep couch and looked out over the city spread out beneath the big picture window, and we agreed that this was the life.

"Think of all those poor devils working their fingers to the bone," said Amy, clearly referring to our colleagues. "And here we are, carefree and gay."

"Speak for yourself," I said. "I'm still wondering what to tell my folks."

"You worry too much. Both of us are young and good looking, how can we go wrong? In this world good looks and a nice ass count for more than a good credit rating, don't you know that yet?"

"How very true," said Terry, entering the room with a tray laden with sandwiches and iced coffee. "I'm glad to hear you striking such a realistic note because that's approximately what I wanted to discuss with you both."

"Oh?" Amy and I said, but in different ways. Amy was pleasantly surprised, I was apprehensive.

"You've seen my apartment now, it has all modern conveniences, a view, respectable neighbors who don't play their stereos loudly, and in those recessed closets I keep enough clothes to see me through every occasion. You two could have the same set-up and it wouldn't cost you much effort. All you have to do is hear me out. If you don't like my business proposition, then I hope we'll still be friends. If you do.. . well, we could all do very well for ourselves."

"I think I'm getting your drift," Amy said.

"Let me explain it in full just so that there'll be no misunderstandings later. What's the matter, Gena, you look as if you want to bolt."

"I just feel like I'm getting closer and closer to the deep end," I said.

"This isn't for girls afraid to get their ankles wet," said Terry. "You have to make an all or nothing choice. Are you ready for that?"

I took a deep breath, swallowed, and said: "I'm ready."