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We pulled from the lot while the Prospect was fixing the front gate. Skittles moved her arms around me and scooted forward, pressing her pussy against me. She was warm and, I imagined, wet. Riding a bike gave a man freedom, but the sexual intimacy of having your old lady’s pussy snuggling behind you was undeniably hot.
We pulled into the whorehouse a little after noon, and business looked particularly slow. We got off the bike, and I stopped to explain what Big Kentucky had suggested about making dick a club income stream. After the giggles, Skittles agreed it was a good idea and thought maybe she had someone to help with the business.
“You sure you want me here all day?” Skittles smiled and started toward the entrance. “Lots of nasty fucking going on inside these walls.”
“As long as it ain’t you, it’s fine.”
Inside, the lobby was as dead as the parking lot. We went to the office where a Prospect was watching the screens. Only three of the rooms were in use. In one room was Judge Killion, who’d let the club off more times than I could count. In return, he got free pussy, and his dick sucked three times a week.
“Not very exciting,” Skittles said. “No wonder business is slow. As much as you want to think so, there’s gotta be more than pussy. They need excitement. Role playing. Whipping and shit.”
The Prospect turned. “Those are great ideas.”
“We need something different.”
My phone buzzed, and I answered Dead Zone’s call. “Fuck. I’ll be right there.” I grabbed Skittles and planted a kiss on her lips, my hand sliding inside her jeans for ass. “Keep an eye on things and get a Prospect to take you back to the club when you’ve had enough.”
6
Skittles
Instantmommy.Iwassure Mark’s skank mother thought dropping her kid off unannounced and then running off would drive some sort of divide between Marcus and me, but the bitch was dead wrong. I would do anything for Marcus, raising his son included. It didn’t bother me one damn bit.
I sent the Prospect away so I could watch the rooms alone. Although I wasn’t shy, it would be a little creepy watching people fuck with the Prospect sitting next to me. Room four finished, the man dressed, handed our girl a tip, and left. The girl, Mindy, stuffed the cash in her bra and left the room.
I could see the front door on another screen and was shocked when Wendy, Gigi, and Carmen entered. They walked around the lobby, eyeballing everything in sight. I watched Wendy—she looked like hell—grab a brochure off the counter. The booklet listed services and prices. Her look of surprise said exactly what I thought it would. How the fuck are these girls making so much money? The girls took home seventy-five percent plus whatever tips they received. Blowjobs were $75, missionary $125, anal $250. At first, I thought the prices were too high, but the johns didn’t seem to mind. The prices doubled if you wanted two girls at the same time.
They followed the hall to the office and came in, Gigi rolling her eyes at the screens where people were fucking
“This is how you spend your days?” Gigi asked.
“Better than sitting behind a desk. Taking orders from some dipshit.” I pointed at the screen. “What’s missing?”
“Wait, why are you in here watching this?” Wendy asked. She still had the brochure in her hand.
“It’s my new role with the club.” I knew they wouldn’t understand and was ready to run them out when Wendy sat beside me.
“They can do all this vanilla shit at home with their wives and girlfriends. Fucking here needs to be special.” Wendy got up and headed for the door. “Which room are they in?”
“What’re you gonna do, Wendy?” I asked. I didn’t need to fuck up my first day on the job.
Wendy gave us a wicked smile. “I’ve been working in a VIP room at a strip club for the past three months. Which room are they in?”
“Two.” I followed Wendy out of the office, Gigi and Carmen in tow. “Don’t do anything stupid.” The Prospect was sitting in the lobby, and I sent him to the office to monitor the other rooms. Another john wasn’t scheduled for at least sixty minutes.
Wendy went inside room two, and Daphne, the club’s girl, and the john covered up. Wendy began undressing and stopped me when I tried to close the door. “Okay. Who has an iPhone? Put some music on.”
I pulled out my phone, hoping Marcus would never find out. The john looked terrified. Or at least he did until the music started playing, and Wendy began stripping.
The three of us watched in utter disbelief. Wendy worked her body so erotically that she was turning me on. I was wet and needed relief. Gigi and Carmen moved into the room, and I closed the door, all eyes on Wendy’s delicious body.
It was hard not to watch Wendy with lustful eyes. She had a light tan that even darkened her nipples. Her pussy was close-shaven and wet. She raised her arms over her head and backed toward the naked john, his cock hard. He was nothing special, and I wondered how the girls could make themselves do what they did. I guessed money just made people do crazy things.
Daphne moved away from the john and shifted in front of Wendy, her hands sliding up and down Wendy’s arms. The next time they slid down, Daphne cupped Wendy's tits. Daphne squeezed Wendy's nipples hard enough to draw out a moan. Wendy didn’t stop. She worked more seductively, humming to the music, a hand sliding between her wet cunt. She worked one finger inside, then another, and finally another. The john came, spraying Wendy with three streaming jets. Daphne ran a finger through the come, the john falling back onto the bed, spent. The whole scene was fucking hot.
The john pulled himself together, dressed, and gave Daphne a $100 tip. Wendy kept dancing as he left the room. I thought she might stop, but when she opened her eyes, she danced Daphne into the far corner. Seeing the two naked women, bodies pressed together, was more than I could take. I sat on the floor and shoved my shorts down, my fingers finding juicy, throbbing lips. It took me only a minute to climax, and in that minute, Carmen and Gigi had both gone to the floor. Both women were getting themselves off.
The room became hot and smelled of sex and sweat. Daphne got Wendy off, and Wendy got Daphne off. When they were finished, both sat on the floor.
