Chapter 6
Sandy slept late the next morning. She had a dull headache from the drinking, but she only had a guilty conscience because of the sex she'd had with her sister. She tried to tell herself that it really didn't make any difference, but she knew that it would always bother her. Otherwise, she had accepted herself for what she was and had decided to satisfy her sexual needs as she would any other hunger.
She wasn't all that eager to see and face Nadine, but she figured that the sooner she did so the better. They hadn't talked the night before. She hadn't even seen her sister before finally going to bed for some much needed sleep and rest. She still didn't know how long the sex party had lasted, or even what time she had gone to bed.
The lights had never been turned on while she was in the living room and she had never announced that the party was over-as suggested by Judy. She had simply left when she had started to get sleepy and tired and sexually satiated. She had quickly cleaned herself in the bathroom, brushed her teeth and had been to sleep within seconds after flaking out on the bed.
Sandy got up, went to the bathroom, washed her face and took two aspirin from the medicine cabinet. On the way to the kitchen for coffee, still naked, she checked and saw that Nadine was still in bed, apparently sleeping. She also looked in the living room and saw that her clothes and Nadine's were still scattered about, but she decided that she would wait until she got to feeling better before she straightened and cleaned the living room.
Thinking about what had amounted to a sexual orgy, she wondered if the party had lasted very long after she had left. She had lost track of the times she had been fucked and the loads she had taken in her mouth, so the three men couldn't have had much left for Nadine and Judy. There had been more drinks there in the darkness, during short periods for recovery and she was sure that she and Nadine had passionately embraced in the sixty-nine position at one point. Well, she would cut out the sex with all females. She sure as hell didn't want to get hooked on the gay stuff.
Sandy was feeling much better by the time Nadine came into the kitchen. The aspirin, a glass of tomato juice and two cups of black coffee had practically chased away what she knew was a hangover from too much drinking. She returned her sister's cheery greeting, surprised that Nadine had put on a robe, uncomfortable because she was naked.
"I'm glad you aren't drinking this morning," Nadine said. "I would hate to see you turn out to be an alcoholic and drinking the morning after is a good sign of being or becoming one. I want you to know that I appreciate the way you handled yourself last night. You made a big hit with my friends, I guess you know, but that's all in the past and we won't talk about it again."
"Maybe we should talk about it," Sandy said. "About some of the things that happened, anyway."
"I think not," Nadine said, walking over and pouring a cup of coffee. "Some things that happen when there's a lot of sex and a great deal of drinking are best forgotten." She brought the coffee back and sat down at the table opposite Sandy. "Even I do things when I'm overly excited that I would just as soon forget, Sandy. Let's just look forward instead of backward and agree that certain things won't happen again, okay?"
Before Sandy could answer and she felt that Nadine did have the right idea, they heard the telephone ringing. Saying that it just about had to be for her. Nadine finished her black coffee and hurried to the living room. Sandy took the opportunity to go cover her nakedness, glad that her sister didn't intend to try and continue the perverted relationship they had started in the darkness the night before.
Deciding she would go for a walk and finish clearing her head in the fresh air before cleaning the apartment, Sandy put on a street dress and sandals, then brushed her hair and applied makeup sparingly. She still intended to look for a job again, but she thought it was too late to start that day.
Nadine was still in the living room and she replaced the telephone receiver just as Sandy stopped in the doorway to tell her where she was going.
"Sit down for a minute," Nadine said, remaining in the chair by the phone. "Maybe you'll agree not to go for a walk after you hear what I have to say."
Puzzled, Sandy entered and sat on a couch. "Was it bad news, Nadine? Did something happen to Mama or Papa?"
"No, but I do have a problem, Sandy. That was one of my regular and best clients. He wants two girls instead of one and wants them within two hours. He has a friend with him. Anyway, I can't get another girl on such short notice. Do you have a suggestion?"
"No," Sandy said. "I told you that I wasn't going to be a whore, so don't ask me to go with you."
"I'm not asking," Nadine said. "I'm telling you that I want you to go with me. Hell, after your behavior last night, what difference would it make?"
"If you have to ask such a question, I could never explain," Sandy said. "I'm not going, Nadine, so you might as well get on the phone and try and get somebody else. How about Judy? Call her."
"If I get on the phone it will be to call Mama or Papa," Nadine said. "Either one of them would be shocked to hear what I have to say, you know."
"I'll tell them the truth, Nadine! I'll tell them about you, I mean, so I'm calling your bluff!"
"You can bet your sweet pussy that I'm not bluffing," Nadine said calmly. "Do you really think that I give a fuck if our shiftless parents know how I make a damn good living? Shit, girl, I never intend to go back to the stinking bayou country so you have my permission to call and tell them that I'm a whore right now."
"That would break their hearts, you know that!"
Nadine smiled. "Then it's up to you whether or not their hearts are broken, isn't it?"
"You've been planning to get me in the whoring racket all the time, haven't you, Nadine?"
"I'm just trying to give you a break, honey. How else are you going to stay in the city and make big money? Besides, you owe me, damn it and I've pussyfooted around with you long enough. You need sex just as much as I do and deep down you're glad that I'm putting the pressure on. You should thank me. I'm giving you an excuse to have all the sex you need and want."
Sandy glared. "I think I could easily learn to hate you, Nadine!"
"I understand that there's only a thin line between hate and love, honey. Just don't confuse sex with love and you will do just fine with me and in the racket, Sandy."
"Fuck you!"
Nadine laughed. "That's the spirit, little sister!" She got to her feet. "I'll go get dressed and we'll take off. You look nice, but you had better put heels on. Many men have a fetish where high heels are concerned and they do bring out the beauty in a female's legs."
Remaining seated as her sister left the room, Sandy felt a little surge of excitement. She might as well go along with her hateful sister's wishes without any fuss, she thought, getting to her feet and gathering up the clothes she had so quickly discarded in preparation for sex without pay. She didn't have much choice in the matter, really, as she no longer had any doubt that Nadine would carry out the threat. She didn't want her friends back home to know what had happened to her, either and she would just about die if Stan found out.
Sandy didn't pick up Nadine's clothes, figuring that she no longer needed to be a servant for her sister and she insisted she eat something before they left. Nadine, her friendly self again, said that she would fix them both something to eat.
They had ham and eggs. Sandy, knowing that she couldn't remain silent around her sister for any great length of time and curious as to where they were going, brought up the subject after Nadine broke the silence by saying they would have to go shopping for groceries soon.
"We're going to visit a man at his apartment," Nadine said. "He often gives me a call when his wife is out of town. Most of the men are married and just want to add a little spice to their dull, routine lives. For now you can just leave all the details of the business to me, Sandy. As time passes and you get better adjusted, I'll teach you things you need to know that have nothing to do with the sexual part of being a call girl, but right now you can just leave everything for me to handle."
"I don't want to get into trouble with the police," Sandy said.
"That's the most important part of what I was just talking about," Nadine said. "Don't get any ideas about trying to hustle on your own and you won't have to worry about a thing. We'll do the dishes when we get back. Go brush your teeth and dab a little perfume here and there. I'll do the same, then call a cab."
Sandy obeyed, pleased that she was no longer all that nervous, telling herself that too much had already happened for her to even be too angry with Nadine. After all, she could have hauled ass for home the moment she had found out about her sister's way of life. They only had to wait on the sidewalk for five minutes. It was a thirty-minute cab ride, through heavy traffic and Sandy was sure the young cabbie didn't suspect that they were whores going on a call. She had always pictured prostitutes as being flashy-dressed streetwalkers, or half-naked floozies lounging around a room waiting for customers and she figured that most people had the same impression.
She had heard and read about so-called high-class call girls passing themselves off as models or actresses, of course, so she tried to think of something she could tell if anybody asked what she did for a living. She decided that she could just say that she still attended school. She could tell her folks that she was working in an office with Nadine.
It was easy for Sandy to tell that the man was wealthy, by the apartment and by the way he acted. He had the special air of self-assurance that only the very rich seemed to have, and even before he introduced the younger fellow as an employee, she suspected as much.
His name was Claude and he looked to be in his forties. He wasn't bad looking and the younger man, Max, was handsome and looked as if he might be twenty-five.
After the introduction, with Sandy and Max remaining silent, Claude chuckled and said, "My old lady went to visit her mother again, Nadine, so naturally I thought of you!"
"Since Max is here, I guess it's lucky that my sister decided to go into business with me," Nadine said. "Shall we get on with it? Or do you want to shoot the breeze for a while?"
"Max has to get back to the office before too long," Claude said, his eyes flicking up and down Sandy's body. "What do you think of these two beauties, Max?"
The younger fellow just grinned, seemingly unable to make up his mind which pair of bare legs and thrusting boobies he wanted to stare at. Sandy saw that he already had a hard-on and she was ready to get on with what she was there for. She hoped that she would get Max and she also wished that Nadine had given her some pointers before they got there. She would just follow her very experienced sister's lead, she decided, as the older man led the way to a bedroom.
There were towels on the headboard of the bed and an adjoining bathroom. There were two chairs and the men sat down. Nadine glanced at Sandy, smiled, winked and started coming out of her clothes. Sandy hesitated, then began undressing, very conscious of the men's staring eyes, suddenly glad she wasn't inexperienced. She decided that she would try and relax mentally and accept the pleasure she was sure to receive. She fleetingly thought about reading somewhere that most whores didn't really enjoy sex and she hoped it would never be that way with her. The racket hadn't had that effect on her sister, that was for sure and maybe she would be that lucky.
Nadine finished undressing first and climbed onto the bed. Naked, enjoying the admiration she could see in the men's eyes, Sandy wondered why they hadn't removed their clothes. She soon found out.
After Sandy had climbed onto the bed and stretched out on her back beside Nadine, Claude said, "I didn't know you were going to bring your sister, Nadine. I promised Max he would see a show and I hate for him to be disappointed."
"It isn't necessary," Max said. "Hell, I don't expect to see an exhibition of lesbianism under these circumstances!"
"We're here to please," Nadine said, turning on her side and pressing her warm, sleek body against Sandy. She ran her hand down over Sandy's trembling belly and sucked on Sandy's nearest breast for a few seconds. "This is just part of our profession," she whispered. "Fake it if you want to, but we do have to put on a good show for our clients."
Sandy closed her eyes. God, how depraved she had become! She gasped as Nadine cupped her crotch and slipped a finger into her cunt. Well, she thought a little wildly, it wasn't going to be the first time-and the world hadn't stopped turning because of the depravity the night before.
Nadine flicked her finger against Sandy's clitoris a few times, then pulled her finger from Sandy's pussy. She then got on top and pressed the full length of her lush body against Sandy's rolling her hips, mashing their pubic hairs together. Her face buried beside Sandy's, their big, hard-nippled titties mashed together, Nadine slipped her hands down to Sandy's hips, then pushed them on under and grabbed Sandy's ass.
Her passion soaring, Sandy moved her hands down and grasped Nadine's firm, sleek buttocks. They squirmed together, their moist cunts making contact and Sandy was amazed that she didn't really miss a stiff cock all that much. The friction caused by their fucking movements soon had her well on the way toward an orgasm and she was sure the same was true for her lovely sister.
Before Sandy could climax, however, Nadine lifted and wriggled her way lower on Sandy's squirming body and the bed. She began kissing and licking Sandy's jutting, taut-tipped breasts and Sandy opened her eyes. The two men hadn't moved and were staring with lustful eyes.
Deciding she might as well give the voyeurs their money's worth, Sandy began fondling and massaging her own spiked mounds of throbbing flesh when Nadine trailed lower. She also parted her long legs helpfully when Nadine began kissing and tonguing her inner thighs.
Sandy lurched upward when Nadine licked her puffy pussy lips, then moaned loudly when Nadine's tongue snaked into her quivering cunt. Sandy was expecting such a move when Nadine, still swabbing the walls of Sandy's twat, walked around on her knees and straddled Sandy's head.
Nadine's tongue went to Sandy's erect clit and Sandy closed her eyes again and accepted the moist warmth that settled down over her face and opened mouth. She jabbed her tongue into the hot, clinging flesh, made contact with the tense bump of flesh and returned the favor that was being bestowed upon her.
Sandy was surprised when Nadine stopped lapping, lifted and twisted back around before either one of them climaxed. Maybe it was to prove that the act was just a part of the routine of being a whore, Sandy thought dimly, or maybe just a way of conserving their strength for the more important activities to follow. She did know that her previous experiences had enabled her to keep herself under control. She even enjoyed being so very close to an orgasm and seeming to be hanging out in space somewhere.
The two men had taken off their shoes and socks and were standing and shucking out of their clothes. Nadine, stretched out beside Sandy again, told Sandy in a whisper that she was doing just fine.
Claude's dark hair was graying at the temples and he was lean and lanky; Max had brown hair and a muscular body. Both men had very little hair on their bodies, which pleased Sandy, as either Mike or Pete had been very hairy and she had found the fact somewhat distasteful.
When the cocks were revealed, both stiffly erect, Sandy decided they were both about what she understood to be normal for the average male. About six inches, and despite the darkness the night before, she judged Mike's and Pete's to be about the same size. Fred's cock was the biggest she had seen or had so far-and she wondered when she was going to run into a man with one of the really huge organs she had heard and read so much about.
Sandy was amazed at her own calmness. She was still physically passionate from the intimate act she had just performed for such a short time with Nadine, but mentally she was quite cool, even while observing the two erect cocks and contemplating the pleasure in store for her. She decided that she liked the change. She should be able to keep herself under control longer and prolong the pleasurable sensations instead of racing madly toward a climax. Maybe it was because she was going to have sex for pay, she thought; or maybe it was because she had cast off her many sexual hang-ups and didn't have to make the mad dash toward an orgasm as if it were something forbidden that she just had to have...
"I've already fucked Nadine quite a few times, Max, so you climb on and in her while I sample Sandy."
Nadine said, "Don't look so disappointed, Max. You'll get a chance at Sandy before we leave. If you and your cock are up to it, that is."
"Don't think I won't be able to get a second hard-on," Max said. "Hell, I've been banging the same stuff for so long I just might make it a third time before the time's up!"
"The two-hour time limit isn't strictly enforced," Nadine said. "Besides, I imagine your wealthy boss would be willing to pay a little bonus."
"I want us both satisfied no matter how long it takes or how much it costs," Claude said, his eyes on Sandy's crotch.
Both men were standing at the foot of the bed and Sandy thought the older man was going to take a taste, but he got between her widely parted legs and waited for her to do the guiding. She had also noticed the disappointed look on the younger man's handsome face and she figured that he had wanted her just because she was younger. It couldn't be because her body was stacked better than Nadine's, as she and her sister were practically the same shape and size-and she also had an idea that Nadine could give a better fuck to any man.
Sandy removed her hand after positioning Claude's hard cock, feeling very professional maybe because he was an older man-and thrilled to the sensation as the stiff shaft slipped into her slippery snatch with ease and just as easily buried to the hilt. He began thrusting and she moved along with him. He lowered his chest down against her tingling titties, placed his head beside hers and put his hands down on her hips.
Sensing that Claude was concentrating on holding back, Sandy let him set the pace. She saw that Max had shoved into Nadine and wasn't moving. He had his head on the other side of Nadine's and he suddenly groaned and started humping his ass.
Nadine looked at Sandy, winked one eye and began hunching along with Max's fast and furious thrusts. Claude began pounding away in Sandy and she raced her hips in harmony with the faster tempo. The big bed bounced and swayed along with the two furiously fucking couples and soon Sandy heard Max blurt out that he was cumming.
She looked over and something told her that Nadine was just coasting, despite the fact that each one of Max's powerful thrusts was being met by a counter-thrust. She tried to hold back, but Claude was riding high, making contact with her sensitive clit and she knew that she couldn't keep from cumming.
Shortly after Max groaned loudly and flaked out on Nadine, Sandy started climaxing. Her spasms triggered Claude's ejaculation and she kept moving until his cock went soft, not nearly satisfied, but reminding herself that she was there to give pleasure, not to receive it.
The men got towels and used them as they withdrew, then left them as they silently went to the bathroom. Nadine said they would wait and take their turn, adding that they would probably have to use their mouths to arouse the men again.
"I guess they don't even kiss whores on the mouth," Sandy said.
"Claude's different from the times I was with him before," Nadine said. "The first rule is to go along with what you sense the client wants. Or doesn't want in this case. Claude probably doesn't want to use his mouth and tongue in front of Max. You don't give a damn, do you? This is mainly for money, you know and isn't supposed to be like the sex fun last night. You'll be with some men you even dislike, honey."
"I guess that's just another reason I don't want to be a call girl," Sandy said, understanding why Nadine didn't want to be called a whore.
The men returned and Sandy and Nadine went to the bathroom. They cleaned themselves at the washbasin, out of the sight of the men and Sandy followed Nadine's example and perched her butt on the basin. They found fresh towels, dried themselves, then returned to the bedroom. Claude and Max were sitting on the side of the bed, their cocks still limp and Claude told Max to go get a bottle.
"I don't really want a drink," Claude said as soon as Max left. "I just wanted to get rid of Max for a minute. He's so square he hurts and I just set this get-together up to get something on him. He has a lovely wife I want to make and this is part of a plan I have. I'll get in touch with you again as soon as I can and I want both of you. Do you understand, Nadine?"
"It's plain enough," Nadine said, dropping to her knees in front of Claude. "Let's get this thing hard. If I remember correctly, you're really a long-lasting stud on the second go around and I don't imagine you want us to stay all day."
"I'll give you two-fifty and you can be out of here by three o'clock," Claude said. "My wife's due back at four and Max has to get back to work."
Nadine had been caressing Claude's soft cock with her fingers. "How about that, little sister? Two hundred and fifty dollars from the kind gentleman for a couple of hours. Not bad, huh?"
Sandy didn't bother to answer. She was still standing. Nadine leaned forward and took most of Claude's soft cock into her mouth. Max entered with a full bottle of Scotch, stopped and stared. Claude told him to put the bottle on the table, that he had changed his mind about having a drink.
Max got rid of the bottle, got on the bed and asked Sandy if she would suck his cock. Wondering if his wife went down on him, but feeling that the less she said the better, Sandy got between the young man's muscular legs. His cock was already erect, either from watching Nadine performing fellatio or from anticipation and Sandy began stroking the smooth hardness with her fingers.
"How did you ever get in this racket, Sandy?"
Keeping her eyes on the swollen cockhead and her slowly moving fist, remembering a scene she had watched in a movie one time-which hadn't been all that erotic-Sandy said, "I was just lucky, I guess."
Max thrust upward and Sandy took the hard knob into her mouth. She just sucked the glans, working her clenched fingers up and down on the shaft, not surprised when he soon told her that he wanted to fuck her. Lifting her head, she saw that Nadine was standing and that Claude's cock was erect.
Once again Sandy got on her back, with Nadine beside her and guided Max's saliva-coated prick into her pussy while Nadine and Claude were coupling.
Both men remained braced on their hands and arms while they pumped. Sandy missed the mouth-kissing and the other manifestations of what she looked upon as a very important part of sexual relations, but she enjoyed being fucked by the young man-then by the older man again.
Because it wasn't long before Max said that he would like to try fucking dog-fashion. Sandy was sure that he was getting so passionate he was afraid he was going to kiss her. Claude said that he also wanted to fuck Nadine from the rear. Both men withdrew and Sandy and Nadine got on their hands and knees.
After their cocks were pistoning again, Claude leaned over on Nadine's rump and back and began squeezing her hanging titties. Shortly afterward Max did the same to Sandy. She had been getting close to a climax when they had shifted. When Max began playing with her breasts and stimulating the stiffened nipples, Sandy began hunching faster, starting the delightful dash toward fulfillment.
Nadine announced that she was about to cum and Claude apparently began pronging her faster. Max seemed to sense that Sandy was about to cum and really began to pour the meat to her. Sandy and Nadine climaxed at the same time. Max didn't ejaculate and Sandy knew that Claude hadn't when the older man suggested that they switch partners.
Max didn't seem to have any objections and soon Sandy was hunching along with Claude's powerful thrusts from the rear, while Max fucked Nadine dog-fashion. Both men lasted and lasted and Max finally said that he would like to shift again.
The switch was quickly made and Sandy continued to coast, still enjoying the pronging, but not having any trouble keeping from starting the race toward an orgasm. Again she thought how much more pleasure there was when all restraints were removed. She reminded herself that she was just doing a job, though and told herself that she couldn't blame Max for just using her as a means of getting his gun. He was probably feeling guilty about cheating on the lovely wife his boss would undoubtedly end up fucking-and maybe teaching that there was more to sex than just putting a cock in and pounding away.
"I think I'm going to have to do some corn-holing, Nadine. I'm getting tired."
Sandy looked around and saw that Claude had pushed his cock all the way in Nadine and was holding it there. Max, seemingly waiting for a response from Nadine, had buried his cock balls deep in Sandy's cunt and was holding it there. She could feel his balls pressing against her. The men at the sex party hadn't sodomized her for some reason and she would have been willing and now she wanted to give it a try.
"Go ahead and plug my bunghole," Nadine said. "You could use the experience, Sandy. I'm not giving orders or anything like that, you understand. I'm just making a suggestion."
"I'm willing if Max is," Sandy said.
Max had his cock out of Sandy's clinging cunt before she had finished speaking. Glad she had experimented with the penis-shaped massager, Sandy followed Nadine's example and rested her forehead on her crossed forearms, hiking her buttocks high for easy accessibility.
Sandy felt Max place his wet cockhead against her anal opening. She heard Nadine groan and knew that her sister had taken Claude's hard, wet cock. She managed to relax as Max applied pressure, his fingers gripping her hips and the blood-engorged glans slipped past the tight elastic ring. She gasped and he had enough sense to leave just the cockhead embedded for a few seconds.
The pain started when he began shoving his stiff cock on into her yielding rectum. She gritted her teeth. Again Max gave Sandy a few seconds to adjust when he was balls deep in her ass-hole, though and the pleasant glow had started by the time he began fucking her in what she had always looked upon as the wrong hole. It seemed to be the right hole at the moment. She thrilled to the ever-increasing pleasure and hunched along with the pronging joystick, hoping the husband she wanted to have someday wouldn't object to any kind of sexual pleasure possible between an uninhibited female and male.