Page 102 of Perverted Fantasies

“What about friends?”

“Yours or mine?”

“Yours,” I say. “You got any that are as hot as you are?”

“Honey, nobody is as hot as I am,” she says with a smile. “But I got a few that are close.”

“Well, maybe next time you can bring one of them along too.”

“Oh, I’m sure we can arrange something.”

“I’m sure you can,” I say with a smile of my own.

After all, that’s what I want. And the beauty of escorts is you get what you want. Every single fucking time.

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A FREAKY ANAL BABE

Josh Evans has what most people would call an extravagant lifestyle. Since his retirement from Major League Baseball, he spends pretty much all his time travelling, partying, and having sex.

Due to his good looks, obvious wealth, and the high-class situations he generally finds himself in, Josh rarely has to work hard before finding his way into a room with a gorgeous woman or two. But there are some occasions where it doesn’t come so easy.

Like tonight, for example. He’s in Lincoln, Nebraska for the college graduation of an old teammate’s daughter. It’s the end of the night, after the parties and celebrating is over, and Josh is feeling a bit lonely. So he heads to an exotic-island themed bar near his hotel to look for some companionship.

The place is filled with college students, all of whom are at least 20 years younger than him. Which normally isn’t a problem for Josh; younger woman are generally attracted to him. But tonight he’s not getting any action whatsoever. Not a single girl has looked in his direction all night. He’s like a fish out of water. Maybe it’s his age, maybe it’s his look, maybe it’s the way he holds himself, but whatever the cause, he’s not even registering on anyone’s radar.

So he decides to just get drunk.

Sitting down at the far corner of the bar, he orders a shot of Jack Daniels and a pitcher of Blue Moon from the bartender, an attractive blonde wearing a white bikini who is the only other person in the bar over the age of 25. She brings him the drinks without pause, lingering on him for a moment before getting called away by another thirsty patron.

He shoots the Jack and pours himself a glass of beer. It isn’t long before Josh’s pitcher is empty. The bartender comes back. She asks him what he wants. He tells her the same as last time. She looks at him like he’s crazy and says she hasn’t served him before.

Josh orders another shot of Jack and another pitcher of Blue Moon, then shakes his head and laughs under his breath. If the bartender doesn’t even remember taking his order less than ten minutes ago, then this truly isn’t going to be his night. He tells himself that he’ll finish these last drinks then head back to his room and chalk his failure up to bad luck.

But after the bartender brings him the next shot and pitcher, Josh suddenly realizes something. She didn’t remember him because she wasn’t the same bartender that served him previously.

Looking around, he realizes that there are two women behind the bar, both hot blondes dressed exactly alike. They appear to be spitting images of each other—both have long blonde hair, cute, angular faces, big blue eyes, slim, shapely figures, tanned skin and great asses—although at a closer glance, they have a few subtle differences. One is a little taller and thinner the other has bigger tits and slightly wider hips. But they are so similar it is eerie. And no doubt deliberate.

Josh sighs. What he wouldn’t give to spend the night with the pair of them. But, it all seems to be for naught, as neither has paid any particular attention to him yet.

So Josh drinks his second shot and dusts off his second pitcher. He calls the bartender over to settle the tab—it’s the one that served him first—and is prepared to go on his way.

But to his surprise, the bartender asks why he’s done for the night. He tells her this just isn’t his kind of place. She replies by telling him that’s a good thing. He’s too good for this place and these college kids.

All of a sudden Josh is looking at her in a whole new light. He asks her what her name is. She tells him it’s Amber. And then she volunteers that her friend and fellow bartender is Hillary. And then before Josh can say anything else she’s telling him to stick around until the end of the night. When he asks why she just gives him a wink and tells him that he won’t regret it and walks away.

Thirty seconds later, Hillary brings Josh another round. She’s more straightforward than her friend, and explains to him that they rarely get many people in there as well-dressed and handsome and sophisticated as him, and when they do, they always try to take advantage. As long as he doesn’t mind that she and Amber come as a pair.

Josh tells her that he doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he prefers that sort of thing. Amber smiles and walks away to fill someone else’s order. Josh settles in and starts working on his third pitcher. One more hour until last call. He can hardly contain his excitement.

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Eventually the bar closes and Josh escorts Hillary and Amber to his hotel room. After a few more drinks, they leave Josh sitting on the couch and climb to their feet.

Amber and Hillary start off by putting on a show for Josh. Standing a few feet in front of him, they rub their bodies together then start to make out. It isn’t long before they’re feeling each other up. Then Amber pulls Hillary’s bikini off and starts playing with her tits. She bends down, licks one nipple, getting it hard. Then the other one.

Once it’s hard too, Amber drops further down, licking Hillary’s stomach as she descends. Amber grabs

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