Chapter 2
The next day, Jann finished her household chores by late morning. With Bill working two shifts at the plant, she felt lonely. She decided to drive to a nearby shopping mall to pass the time. Their tight budget prevented her from buying anything, but there was no harm in browsing.
While wandering through a clothing shop, she glanced up at another customer whose face seemed vaguely familiar. The female was an extremely attractive blonde with hazel eyes and a shapely figure enhanced by a tight-fitting red dress with a slit on the side.
"Excuse me," said Jann timidly. "Aren't you-uh-Susan Powell?"
Susan smiled and nodded, recognizing Jann but momentarily unable to remember the name. "And you're...."
"Jann Crawford, formerly Jann Stevens."
"Of course!" said Susan happily. "We went to high school together."
"I'm surprised that I even recognized you," Jann declared. "You've changed quite a bit."
"I have," Susan admitted, "for the better, I hope."
"You look terrific," Jann confirmed, stunned at just how beautiful Susan had become.
They chatted for a while and then decided to have a cup of coffee at a nearby restaurant. After reminiscing about old times, the two women steered the conversation toward each other's life. Jann spoke of her marriage to Bill and even mentioned their current financial problems. When it seemed she was revealing a bit too much, she tried to change the subject. "Are you married? Any children?"
"No to both questions," Susan replied.
"I'm not inclined toward a family life."
"Well, what do you do?" asked Jann.
Susan smiled. "I'm a call girl."
Jann laughed. "Seriously."
"I am being serious," said Susan. "I'm a prostitute."
Jann just stared at her.
"Are you shocked?" asked Susan.
"No ... it's just ... why are you a ... a call girl?"
"Because," Susan explained, "I make at least a thousand dollars a week. I also make my own hours and I get all the cock I need."
Jann blushed.
"Sorry if I offended you," Susan apologized. "I have a tendency to speak plainly."
"That's all right," said Jann. "So do I. I just didn't expect you to be so blunt about it. Your honesty is refreshing."
"Look," Susan elaborated, "after high school I became a secretary. All I got after taxes was a measly two hundred bucks a week and constant harassment by a horny boss. When I finally went down on him for a raise, I finally realized that I had the looks and skills to make big money with my body. I'm totally a freelancer-no pimp to skim my gross pay while abusing me. I'm doing great and I have no regrets."
Jann's discomfort vanished. "Well ... as long as you're happy."
"That's the idea," Susan agreed. "Most of our old classmates would probably faint if they knew what I was doing now, but you ... you've always been open-minded about things."
Jann felt compelled to talk about her problem with Bill. It was such a delicate matter, however, that she brought it up with caution. "I hope you don't mind if I ask you for advice ... I mean, your being so experienced with men...."
"Go right ahead," said Susan.
"Well ... to get to the point, my husband and I haven't gotten it on for a month. He's just not interested. I've tried everything from sexy lingerie to aggressive behavior. I'm willing to do anything to please him, but he doesn't even have erections. I know it's because he's depressed over our money problems. What can I do to get him aroused?"
Susan sighed. "If you're right and it's because of money problems, there's nothing you can do but be patient and wait until the trouble clears up."
"But it won't clear up. We're deeply in debt, too deep to change anything. Meanwhile, I've never been more frustrated. But he's incapable of satisfying me. I love him too much to leave him, especially with these financial worries."
Susan thought it over, then smiled. "Why not turn tricks?"
"Huh?"
"You'd be perfect for it. You're as attractive as any girl I've seen. Men would pay handsomely for someone like you."
"Oh," scoffed Jann. "I could never do that."
"That's what I thought, but it's really easy. That way you could solve two problems at once. You could earn several hundred dollars a week and get all the sex you need until your old man gets over his hang-up. In no time you'd have all your debts paid off."
"It's an intriguing idea," laughed Jann, "but I doubt I could ever pull it off."
"Sure you could. Your husband works all day, doesn't he? You could advertise under a different name in one of the local sex tabloids and set up a private telephone number. You don't have to service customers at home-you could go to their homes and hotel rooms. That's how I handle it."
"I do have my own phone in the laundry room at home," said Jann, considering.
"And when you decide to stop, all you do is disconnect the phone or change the number. Your husband never has to know."
"Won't he get suspicious when I suddenly produce all the money?"
"Make up a story. You've been saving for months. You invested it. Anything."
"It's a crazy idea."
"Think of it-fifty to a hundred dollars a trick, depending on how long and what the customer asks for."
"Sounds tempting, but...."
"Why don't you try it out?" Susan suggested.
"What if I get arrested?"
"Don't worry about that. Think of the peace of mind you'll get knowing all your bills are paid. Think of the satisfaction you'll get fucking other men."
Jann was aroused by the thought of it, but she was also scared stiff. "I can't believe I'm actually considering it," she remarked.
"Think of it as a part-time, temporary job," said Susan.
"I'm not sure I could go through with it."
"Want the chance to find out?" asked Susan. "I have an appointment with a gentleman at 2 p.m. at the Stratton Hotel. He's a regular customer. He usually pays for two girls, me and my girlfriend Chrissie, but she's vacationing in Bermuda. Why don't you join us? I'll split the fee with you."
"What's he like?"
"His name's George. Nice man. About fifty. Fairly handsome. Not at all kinky. You'll like him."
"Well...."
"Come on. Try it. If you don't like it, you can forget about the whole thing."
Jann's heart pounded with anticipation. "Okay," she agreed. "Okay, I'll try it."
When George opened the door, he was delighted to see that Susan had brought a friend. "Hello," he cheerfully greeted. "Come in, ladies. Come in."
Susan and Jann entered the hotel room and watched George close and lock the door behind them. "George," said Susan, "this is my friend Amy." Jann glanced at her and smiled, amused by her choice of an alias.
"Glad to meet you, Amy," said George pleasantly. "My, but you're much prettier than Chrissie. Don't tell Chrissie I said so," he added with a laugh.
"You don't mind another partner, do you, George?" Susan asked.
"Not at all," George assured her, "especially not such a lovely young woman."
George's natural charm helped Jann overcome her nervousness. She had never been self-conscious about her body, unafraid to wear the skimpiest bikini at the beach or to walk around the house in the nude with her curtains open. In high school, she had been exceptionally promiscuous, a fact she did not see fit to reveal to Bill. So when Susan started to undress, she did not hesitate to do the same.
Susan wore only a pair of red panties under her dress, which she quickly dispensed with. She had a slender but curvaceous body, small breasts but long, shapely legs, firm buttocks and a shaved pubis. It was Jann who provided a more enticing strip show. She slowly unbuttoned a cotton blouse to reveal a black lace bra. Removing her skirt, she revealed a pair of equally lovely legs enhanced by nylon stockings and a garter belt. The sight of her excited George, who watched intently as she unhooked her bra, freeing her sumptuous tits. George gulped.
"Take off the panties," he instructed, "but leave on the garter belt and stockings."
Jann complied with his request, peeling off her matching black lace panties and standing still so he could get a good look at her.
In bed, George had his arms around each of their waists, alternating in kissing one and then the other. At first, they exchanged little pecks, then lingering kisses, and then deep, passionate ones, their tongues intermingling. In no time, Jann left her inhibitions completely behind and actually enjoyed herself. She ran her fingers across his chest, curling his hair, while Susan's hand tugged gently on his stiffening cock.
George caressed their soft, supple flesh, taking their tits in his hands and squeezing them until their nipples hardened. His hands then glided along their skins, exploring every part of them, kneading their thighs and buttocks, probing the depths of their succulent cunts.
Susan lowered herself to his groin and began sucking his cock, while Jann continued to kiss him. Then, unencouraged but inspired, Jann broke their kiss to join Susan in catering to his swollen meat. Together their tongues lapped the throbbing organ. Together their lips brushed the length of his shaft. Then, while Susan took most of his cock into her mouth, Jann kissed, licked and sucked his balls. George stirred, writhing with intense pleasure.
Susan and Jan changed places, Jann now the one with a stranger's cock in her mouth, Susan rolling her tongue against his balls, then delving lower into his anus.
Jann's sucking started slowly, gradually building in velocity. Soon her head was bobbing up and down furiously, devouring as much of his cock as possible. This, along with Susan's rapidly darting tongue in his rectum, brought George to the brink of an orgasm. Without warning, his sperm exploded into Jann's mouth, pouring down her throat like a deluge. She swallowed as much as she could, then pulled her head away. Susan licked away whatever semen still dripped from his pulsating organ.
To Jann's surprise and delight, George was still hard. He wasted no time relaxing. He directed Susan to lie on her stomach, spread her legs and hold the cheeks of her ass apart. Then, he penetrated her rectum. She squealed in a combination of pain and pleasure, clutching the bedsheets and gritting her teeth. Her occasional groans of exquisite agony did not discourage him from fucking her asshole as brutally as he could. In spite of her discomfort, Susan came with a shudder.
George withdrew and turned to Jann. He encouraged her to recline and then mounted her. He entered her effortlessly and fucked her in the conventional manner, propping himself on one elbow so that he could see her face and hold her tits in his hands. She moaned as he took one of her breasts in his mouth and sucked it greedily as his cock rhythmically entered and reentered her. She was so aroused that she could come anytime she wanted, but she prolonged the pleasure, arching her hips to meet his thrusts, entangling her fingers in his curly gray hair.
His hands caressed her stockinged thighs, grasping the elastic garters and using them like the reins of a horse to draw her into his ravaging thrusts. The feel of nylon against his thighs and the touch of garter lace under his belly drove him wild. "This is the best pussy I've ever had," he groaned, inserting his tongue into her ear, then sinking his teeth into her shoulder.
As his movements accelerated, she wrapped her legs around his waist to absorb every inch of his piercing rod. He clutched her ass and humped viciously, bringing them both to the point of climax. Simultaneously, their bodies convulsed. Jann gasped and George grunted. She came like a clap of thunder, quivering as his spurting seed oozed deep within her womb.
As they left the hotel, Susan and Jann said their goodbyes, promising to keep in touch.
"You acted like a real pro," Susan complimented.
"I amazed myself," Jann confided. "I never thought I'd be capable of such a thing."
"And here's your reward," said Susan, handing her a fifty-dollar bill.
Jann stared at the cash. "Imagine. Getting paid to do something that feels so good."
"Well, it doesn't always feel so good," said Susan. "There are hazards and disadvantages, too. But if you need the money ... and the loving ... honey, this just might be the answer. Think it over."
"I will."
"And give me a call if you decide to do it. I'll give you some pointers and maybe a few clients, provided I'm too busy to handle them."
"Thanks, Susan," said Jann, aglow from the experience. "I won't forget this afternoon for as long as I live."