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   "Impossible Attraction"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008

   Reyna looked across the table, staring into Yuri's eyes, and she nearly
bent over to kiss her.  But that was impossible.  So instead she finished
her coffee wordlessly and went to take a bath.  She had a lot of getting
ready to do.  Unfortunately, the bathroom was occupied by one of their
other roommates, so Reyna slumped against the wall in the hallway and just
waited.  With five girls sharing a house, one had to be aggressive.

   She wished she could be that aggressive with Yuri, but that would have
meant the end of a lot of things, including her employment, her living
arrangements, and whatever relationship she did have with Yuri.  Reyna may
have moved up the ladder, but she was still a working girl, and working
girls had rules to live by.  One of which was, whatever your orientation,
you're a bi girl who prefers men, so no dating girls.

   Not that Reyna knew what her orientation was, or even knew for sure that
she had one.  But she knew that when she looked into Yuri's eyes, she
wanted to kiss her.  And the rules were enforced strictly enough that
kissing another girl would probably be too close to dating and might
jeopardize every privilege and respect she had earned.

   At nineteen, Reyna was a very successful escort in Fairbanks, but she
had worked hard to get there.  Her father had died when she was fourteen,
and her mother became an abusive alcoholic.  At fifteen, Reyna had run
away. She danced for a little while, until folks realized she was too young
to be legal, and then she was tossed out into the street without a living
wage to support herself.  She looked then pretty much as she did now -- not
stunning, but pretty.  Thin, and standing just a couple inches above
five-feet, she had long dark brown hair with a silver streak in it, green
eyes, and a pale complexion.  Her hips were narrow, her ass a tight button.
Her breasts were small, but stood proud on her thin frame.  She started to
work the corners.

   She quickly found out she had what it took to succeed in Fairbanks.  She
looked young, and she took abuse well.  Most of her clients liked little
girls, and they liked to beat them up, verbally or physically, while they
received pleasure.  She was willing to do whatever it took.  She did
halves, she did anal.  She even did couples, not that any of the women in
the couples ever really wanted to be there, but she did her best to get
them off anyway.  She stopped trimming her bush, because Alaskan men liked
it full and natural.

   Four years later, she no longer needed to lean into car windows or hang
out in hotel bars.  She was now in one of the top-tiers.  Someone else made
arrangements for her, and she went to them.  A finer sort of client. 
Still, they wanted her young and abused, and she gave them what they
wanted. It paid the bills.

   Yuri's story had been quite different, Reyna knew.  While Reyna was
white, Yuri was half-Japanese and half-native Alaskan.  At 23 she no longer
looked young, but when she had started at fourteen, there had been plenty
of high-level work for petite, pretty young Asian girls, and so she had
never known the street.  That didn't mean she got treated any better.  She
didn't.  Even now, she was small, though with the curves of a woman, and
most men who wanted small Asian girls wanted the same thing they wanted
from young white girls.  To do whatever they wanted -- whatever they
couldn't do to their daughters at home.

   The house the two lived in at the moment was one of a few in the
neighborhood that served as housing for a particular family of working
girls, most of whom worked in an illegal brothel on a nearby block.  The
brothel girls that lived with Reyna and Yuri were pretty-much bottom-tier.
Two were Russian girls that barely spoke English beyond what was necessary
to negotiate a sale and then say, "yes, yes, fuck me good, oh your cock so
big, yes, yes," and so on.  One of those was a little heavy, but wore her
weight well and had a pretty enough face.  The other was skinny and, Reyna
thought, pretty unattractive, but apparently she got enough business to
stay employed.  The third girl was from the Lower 48.  She had moved up to
Fairbanks with her husband, had been dumped, and had then to look for new
employment.  Joyce was in her thirties, but had aged fairly enough.  She
looked like a slightly below-average MILF, but she had a good reputation
because of her work ethic.

   Reyna had worked with Joyce once on a special mother-daughter fantasy
routine.  It had gone remarkably well, Reyna had thought at the time, and
she remembered actually having an orgasm from the older prostitute's
ministrations.  Most of the time when she worked with another girl it was
all business and didn't really work out that well, because most of the
other girls were straighter than arrows and didn't particularly get
anything out of doing girls.  Joyce too was straight, but she was a good
actor and pulled it off.

   It was only with Yuri, though, that Reyna really felt like she was with
a kindred spirit.  They had worked together two times, once as part of an
orgy, and the other as part of a couple bukake.  In the case of the orgy,
it had been probably four working girls and six guys with a couple of
girlfriends.  The ratio should have meant that Reyna and Yuri never made
contact with one another, but at one point the guy Reyna was riding and the
couple Yuri was rolling around with ended up together.  As the men became
momentarily distracted from the hookers by each other, Reyna had, on an
impulse, turned her head and kissed her Asian co-worker.  It had been a hot
kiss, but after the orgy was over, the two had not spoken of it or
otherwise let on that there had been any chemistry.

   The other time the worked together, the two of them sat on a warehouse
floor, masturbating one other while a whole group of guys circle-jerked all
over them.  Hardly a romantic setting, but Reyna had sensed that Yuri was
enjoying the intimate contact anyway, much as she was.  From that moment
on, the other girl had occupied a constant place in Reyna's mind and heart.

   Her drifitngs were interrupted when their skinny Russian housemate
emerged from the bathroom, said something in her native language and then
laughed before walking naked to her room.  Reyna rose quickly and claimed
the shower for herself.  She hoped the steaming hot water would clear her
mind, but the Russian girl had used up almost all the hot water.  The
shower was lukewarm and short, and did little refresh the nineteen
year-old.

   That night, Reyna had a call-out from their house-mother to go to a room
in one of the cruise-line hotels.  It would be a couple, and she was to
bill at least three hours with them.  They wanted her to play their
daughter, the more innocent the better.  The nineteen year-old had dressed
in a pleated khaki skirt, conservative cotton blouse, white socks and
sneakers.  She applied a little too much makeup, a little too inexpertly,
like a teenage girl trying to look older than she was.

   Working as a prostitute was neither as glamorous as some might think,
nor as vile as others might think, and certainly not as sexy as most think.
As on most nights, the clients Reyna met at the hotel were okay-looking,
average people.  They weren't gorgeous, but they weren't ugly.  They
weren't scary and they weren't sexy.  They were just a typical married
couple.

   The man, who wanted to be called Dad, was in his forties, his brown hair
thinning a little but still healthy and good-looking.  His face was
clean-shaven and good-looking, his body a little over-weight but not badly
so.  The woman, who was Mom for the night, had dark brown, curly hair, a
pleasantly attractive face, and a body which had a few extra maternal
pounds, but was still in decent shape.

   They were tourists, and taking advantage of the distance from home to
act out a fantasy they had, or at least he had, for their real daughter. 
As usual, the man in the couple seemed to be in charge, and he laid out a
carefully choreographed roleplay to begin the evening.  Also as usual, he
found himself hornier than he expected and ended up coming far sooner than
he thought, almost the moment Reyna began to give him a little head.

   As she drooled his cum back down onto his cock, he said, probably
thinking it sounded naughty rather than pedantic, "OK, now I need to get
hard again, so go play with your mom's body."

   Reyna went to do as told, but she was reluctant.  It was obvious from
her face, as usual, that the Mom in this fantasy really had little interest
in it.  She was doing this to please her husband.  As the young hooker
started to unbutton Mom's blouse, she leaned in and whispered, "You've
never been with a girl before have you?"

   Mom just shook her head tensely.

   "I'll be gentle," Reyna assured her, still whispering.  The woman's tits
were large and pretty, and her nipples become almost absurdly exaggerated
in their response to the girl's gentle fingers and lips.  As Reyna kissed
the married woman's breasts, she began to undress herself.  Once she was
naked, she knelt down and started to unfasten Mom's slacks.  When they were
down, she looked up at Mom's panties.  Simple green cotton bikini panties.
They weren't moist at all, and her thighs were still close together.  She
really wasn't very comfortable with this.

   Reyna leaned in and started the place soft kisses on the woman's thighs,
very gradually working her way inside.  As she did, the legs began to ease
apart.  When they were spread just enough, the call girl made her move. 
She opened her mouth and clamped it down with gentle firmness on the older
woman's panty-covered mound, pressing her tongue into the fabric as hard as
she could.  Now her body took over, and Mom whimpered and collapsed back
onto the bed.

   Instantly, her panties were off and Reyna, in her own white cotton
undergarments, was eating the woman's pussy.  It was good, but had clearly
not been treated with the respect it deserved, for the woman was becoming
unnaturally excited at what was only the beginning of Reyna's best mouth
work.  She never had a chance to get to the best, though, because Dad was
hard again now, and had climbed up behind her and started tugging on her
panties.

   Reyna obligingly helped him take them off her, and then took his
condom-covered cock in her pussy from behind.  When he had come again, he
again demanded they make him hard again, but this time he wanted his wife
to eat the girl's pussy.  She shook her head.  She had no interest in going
down on another cunt.

   "Straddle her face!" the man ordered.

   Grudgingly, Reyna obliged, creeping up the woman's body and pressing her
recently fucked pussy down over her mouth.  Mom coughed and choked on the
strong, unfamiliar taste and scent, but the hooker could not let her off
the hook and started to grind.  As she did so, she reached down and rubbed
her own clit.  Dad loved the show and shouted encouraging obscenities.  Mom
was crying, trying to make herself eat the pussy, but struggling to do so.
When Reyna felt herself getting close, she rubbed her clit harder, faster,
and then lifted herself slightly, and said, "Here, Mommy, here you go!"

   And the she squirted hard.  When Reyna came, she always squirted, and it
was usually one long, steady stream, as if a burst from a faucet.  It
splashed all over Mom's face, and Dad came in own hands.

   It took a lot of patience to get the thing to last three hours, but
Reyna was a professional, and she did her part.  When it was all over, she
returned home for a quick shower, and then she had one other call-out for
the night.  This one made her a little uncomfortable.  It was a local,
married businessman, but that wasn't unusual.  What was a little weird was
that she was supposed to go to his office.  There was an extra charge for
that, but even so, Reyna was nervous.  Locations like offices were too easy
to get spotted, and getting spotted could mean getting arrested.

   The man was in his fifties, but in excellent shape, and quite good
looking, but he had a dark streak.  When she entered the office, he was
sitting at his desk, masturbating slowly with one hand and drinking Scotch
from a tumbler with the other.  Reyna shut the door behind herself.  "What
the fuck is wrong with your hair?"

   She assumed he meant the silver streak.  She didn't know; it was
natural. But she didn't think he was all that interested in honest
conversation.  "Too long since I've been with a real man," she answered
with a sly smile, leaning against the door and spreading her legs a little.
She was wearing a tight red, backless top with a high collar, short black
skirt, fishnet stockings and spike heels.

   "Fuck that," the business man scoffed, throwing his tumbler at her face.
It hit her hard, right near her eye.  "Get your skinny ass over here and
suck this."

   Reyna gritted her teeth.  Most girls would have left at that point, and
she would have been within her rights to do so.  She'd taken worse, though,
and she knew it was why she was a success.  She wasn't going to wuss out
now.  She forced another smile and walked over to him, hips swaying.  When
she got close, though, rather than let her get to her knees, the man
reached out and grabbed her fishnets.  He yanked heard, tearing the fabric.
When Reyna gave a startled cry and looked down at them, he took advantage
of her distraciton, and clubbed her across the face with his left hand.

   At that point it was out of control, and the young brunette was aware
only that she should never have come to this office.  She was being beaten
and man-handled, her clothes torn off her.  She had experienced violence
many times, but this wasn't sexual violence; it was anger.  She didn't even
realize she was naked until he was slamming her body against his desk,
bending her over and pinning her arm behind her back.  He pulled a
lubricated condom onto his erection, and rammed it into her.  She wasn't at
all moist, and the thrust hurt.  She screamed and felt her flesh tearing.
The man said nothing, just grunted and slapped her ass hard while he fucked
her from behind.

   After a few minutes of this he grabbedher again and slammed her down
atop the desk.  Her face hit the surface.  Blood gushed from her broken
nose.  The man hit her back with two fists before climbing up behind her.
He slipped his condom off and shoved his cock into her asshole, brutally
forcing her flesh open.  He pressed his forearm into the back of her knock,
pressing her face into her own blood, and fucked her ass hard and fast as
he could.  A moment later, he came inside her.

   At that moment, he spat out, "Now you got AIDS, bitch, just like my
little Becky."

   And then he pulled out of her, bent down to opened his desk drawer,
pulled out a gun, and shot the back of his throat out.

   The nex thing Reyna knew, the cops were entering the room.  She was
still on the desk, her face in her own blood, her back covered by the man's
semen and his blood.  She admitted to being a prostitute, but they weren't
concerned about that.  There were no charges.  She was taken to a hospital
for care.

   And for testing.

   The client, she found out from a nice police officer named Jason, did
have AIDS, which he had gotten from his niece Becky, with whom he was
having an illicit affair, and who had herself contracted AIDS from heroin
needles.

   ***

   Earlier that evening, Yuri had been smiling as she watched Reyna leave
for her appointment with the couple.  The 23 year-old, half-Japanese girl
was functionally bisexual, but, in her heart of hearts, she knew she could
only ever love another woman.  And she was in love with the nineteen
year-old white girl.  She never let on, and while there had been a few
moments of physical chemistry between the two, she was sure Reyna was
bisexual at most, and so she harbored no hopes that her feelings would ever
be returned.  So she concealed her love with Asian expertise.

   But in quiet moments, like when she was sitting in the living room,
watching Reyna from behind, Yuri allowed herself to fully experience her
affection for the other hooker.  For her, it had been love at first sight,
or at least a hard crush.  She didn't imagine Reyna even remembered the
evening, but the two of them had worked the same party once before sharing
thishouse, before they had officially even met one another.  It had been
one of Reyna's first high-end jobs.  Ties and gowns, rich snobs, their
wives, girlfriends, and about half a dozen escorts.  Reyna, at only
seventeen, had been in the guise of an obliging, flirtatious cocktail
hostess.  Yuri was working the crowd in her own strapless gown.  The family
was paid one fee for the event.  The girls would get a small part of that,
but were mostly dependent on tips, which were mainly theirs to keep.

   When Yuri had first bumped into Reyna, she had not known she was part of
the working family.  She looked like a sweet, somewhat coy girl with a face
that was pretty if not stunning, full, dark hair with a shocking silver
streak, and an air of simple sincerity.  Once Yuri realized she was one of
the girls, she watched her operate, and was in awe.  Reyna had a way of
moving, talking, and even of flirting that was not overtly sexual but still
carried with a subtext of mature sensuality.  She was a pro's pro.

   And Yuri fell in love with her.  While most girls had to act a role,
play a part, put on their working face -- this Reyna was what she was.  It
was honest.  There were no games, no deception.  That spoke an even greater
truth to the slightly older Asian girl.  Reyna had managed something even
the most seasoned pro rarely did.  She was perfectly at home with herself.
A lot of prostitutes Yuri knew, especially older ones, tended to have
personal refrains like, "Hooking is what I do, not who I am." Clearly, the
integrity and ease which this young white girl displayed showed that she
had more than accepted the fact that she was a hooker; she had embraced it
as part of who she was.

   That sent a philosophical rush of sexual arousal through Yuri, whose
spiritual outlook didn't leave her a choice but to have the same attitude
about herself, but who was therefore often very lonely and isolated within
the family and among working girls in general.  Her heart was sealed when
she ended up in a private hotel room with a couple from the party and
ravaged the young woman with unusual hunger, thinking of Reyna, whom she
only knew from afar.  While she lay on top of the woman, grinding pussies
together, kissing hard and deep, hands mauling breasts, Yuri hardly even
felt the man's cock as it alternated stroking her pussy and his girl
friend's.  But when it was time for him to cum, she asked him to cum in his
girlfriend's mouth, because she wasn't allowed to swallow a man's cum, but
she desperately wanted to eat the girl's pussy.  He let her have her way
without argument, and they all went away happy.

   And she went away, confident in her love.

   Tonight was going to be a quiet night for Yuri.  From time to time one
of the call girls was asked to fill in at the brothel, and that was to be
Yuri's duty tonight.  It was just short term, too, filling in for a
somewhat plump and very chesty redhead who was required elsewhere for six
hours.  Yuri looked at the clock, saw that the time was getting close, so
grabbed her overnight bag and headed over.

   The rooms were supposed to look lived in, even though the girls at the
brothel didn't truly live there.  They didn't necessarily even spend the
whole night or day there when they were working, but it was part of the
mystique.  So Yuri walked over in her jogging suit, and snuck in the back
way through a special door that, from the outside, looked like a trellis
and, from the inside, opened up into an old fridge.  It made for a great
emergency escape in case of a raid.

   She went to her room, laid out her things, and then changed into a
skimpy satin nightgown before relocating to the lounge.  She had no
appointments, and would be one of the girls designated for picking up
walk-ins.  She hated this duty, not only because it was too much like
soliciting on street corners, but also because it created a whole lot of
confusion.  A man would come in, see a room with some pretty girls, get
several of them flirting with him -- but could only get one at a time
without paying an outrageous set of charges.  The brothel operated on a
one-girl-to-one-room-to-one-client basis, and while a couple might come in
together for a girl, it was a money-loser for two of the working girls to
go to the same room for one client.  Yuri hated having to manage the
business side of the business.

   She hadn't been there long when a middle-aged man came in, looked around
the room, and approached a girl that Yuri thought was a Czech.  They talked
for a moment, then she shook her head, and the man grimaced, then came over
to Yuri.

   "Got a favor to ask," he mumbled.

   Yuri smiled as gently as she should.  Her half-native, half-Japanese
features often made her expressions naturally subdued, she knew.  "I'm
afraid favors are one thing I cannot do."

   "I don't mean that," he assured her rapidly.  "I'll pay, even pay extra
if you want.  I've got my son outside.  He's eightee.  Still a virgin.  I
was wondering..."

   "You want his first time to be in a place like this?" Yuri was
surprised.

   "Hell yeah, way better than some drunk chick in a closet, you know what
I mean?"

   Yuri pursed her lips.  "Well, I don't see why not."

   "But, uh, I want to watch."

   She raised an eyebrow.  "You want to watch," she repeated.

   "Yes."

   Yuri didn't mind being observed.  She was long over any stage fright. 
"Well, then you'll have to pay the couple rate."

   "You're not going to do both of us, just the kid," he said.

   She crossed her pretty legs and tan a finger along her thigh and then
across her chest.  "You mean to say you're not going to get any arousal out
of watching me give your son the night you wish you'd had when you were his
age?" She caressed a breast through her nightgown, pleased that her nipple
hardened visibly through the shiny fabric.  "I find that hard to believe."

   "Ok," he agreed.  "I'll pay the couple right."

   "Half?"

   "What?"

   She stood and leaned in obscenely close to whisper in his ear.  "You
want me to start with him in my mouth and then finish with him between my
legs?"

   He nodded, and she could feel his own arousal against her thigh.  "Get
your son, and I'll bring you both back to my room."

   When he left the Czech girl came over.  "His son's not eighteen."

   "I didn't think he would be," Yuri told her.

   "When he came to me he said he was sixteen, and I said no way was I
fucking some minor."

   Yuri looked at the girl, who was not pretty, but had full lips and was
wearing a lace teddy that hid almost nothing.  "How old are you?" she
asked.

   The girl reddened.  "Seventeen."

   "Bitch," Yuri said softly, then turned as the man his son entered the
lounge together.  She led them to her room, offered the father a seat on a
chair inside the door, and invited the son to sit on the edge of her bed.
Without preamble she allowed her nightie to slip to the floor around her
feet.  She wore nothing underneath.  She saw the son swallow hard.

   "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, smiling her most friendly smile at
him.  She could tell this wouldn't take very long.  The kid's was pitching
a major league tent already.

   "Yes, ma'am," he told her.  "Very pretty."

   She took him by the hand and helped him to his feet.  "Well, you're very
handsome," she said, kissing him softly on the lips and then guiding his
mouth to her breast.  He hesitated but then begin to awkwardly kiss her
soft flesh, making childish moaning noises as he did.  "Oh," she groaned
loudly.  "I love the way your mouth makes me feel." She held him more
tightly to her, and reached down to pull his t-shirt off.

   When her delicate hands touched his flesh, his mouth froze and he made a
gurgling sound in the back of his throat.  Sixteen was legal in Alaska, and
this kid was at least that old, but he was definitely inexperienced.  She
would half to be careful to earn her money without him blowing his load in
his pants.  She certianly couldn't drag this out too long.

   She unbuckled his pants, pulled down his zipper, then smiled as she slid
down his body to her knees.  He was very hard already inside his boxers,
and when she pulled him free it only took a few slurps and little head
action before he was full erect and throbbing.

   She moaned around his cock.  "I can't wait any longer to feel this
inside me," she groaned.  "Lay down on the bed, quick."

   He did as he was told, and she straddled him.  She kissed his chest, and
idly wondered how things were going with Reyna's couple.  Any working girl
who had a true attraction to women hated doing couples because most couples
were a front for a man's personal obsession, and the woman very rarely got
into it.  She pushed that out of her mind, and reached down to slide a
condom over his cock.  She then hit her hand with a little lubrication
which she applied to her pussy lips.  As she reached down to spread her
cunt and then lowered herself onto his young cock, she looked over.  His
father had his own hardon out of his pants and was jerking off.  Good thing
she'd charged the couple rate.

   The kid didn't last long inside her, and he made such a racket when he
came that he embarrassed himself, and he scrambled to get dressed again,
not even thinking to take the condom off.  She lay on the bed, watching
him, trying to hide her amusement, and then she saw the father still
staring at her body and jerking hard.

   "You paid for it, if you want it," she told him with a sly smile, lying
on her side and drawing one leg up.  "You want your kid's leftovers?"

   But daddy wasn't much better off then son, and he came the moment she
offered him, spurting on his hand and his pants, and a little on her rug.
They paid up and left in a hurry.  She hoped that it had been what they
wanted.

   She pulled her nightie back on and returned to the lounge.  It was a
quiet evening, and it was a couple hours before she had any further
business.  It was a white guy paying on behalf of his German tourist
friend, but he had no desire to watch, just to give a gift, so he paid and
left, and she took the German back to her room.  He only wanted a blow job,
but he wanted to cum on her face, which had cost a little extra.

   In her experience, there were basically three kinds of men used working
girls.  Men who had problems getting off and hoped a hooker could help, men
who had incredible but unfulfilled sexual drives, and men who were simply
removed from their normal situation.  The first froup often times never
came.  The second group came in less time than the sixteen year-old kid
had. The latter could often provide a pretty good time.  This German was
definitely the latter, and Yuri was quite proud of the blow job she was
able to give him in the time he lasted, and felt rewarded when he pulled
out and shot his load all over her face.

   After he had left and she had washed her face, there was a knock on the
door, and the house-mother was outside with a wealthy-looking man.  Someone
who had obviously asked for the Asian look.  He saw her and approved, so
the other woman left, and Yuri invited him to have a seat.

   They negotiated, and it turned out he was a foot fetish and what he
really wanted was to just watch her suck on her own toes while he played
with himself.  Yuri greatly enjoyed foot play, but it was one of those
things which was less-satisfying solo.  Still, it was no hardship.  As soon
as the deal was struck, the German dropped his trousers and his briefs and
started to rub himself.  Yuri sat on the bed, hunched over, pulled a foot
up, and started to suck.  She ran a tongue between her toes, sucked on her
big toe, and generally made a wet, noisy show of it.

   After foot guy had left, the rest of the evening was quiet for her. 
When she got home, she was surprised to find Reyna still out.  It wasn't
until the morning that she found out that the girl was in the hospital. 
She wanted to go visit her, but wasn't allowed.  No visiting until the
police were totally through with the matter, because they didn't want to
start giving away the whole family network.

   The next few days went by at a crawl, and Yuri had a hard time doing
business.  She realized more than ever that the impossible, the prohibited,
was true.  She was deeply in love with Reyna.  Her absence was a cause for
sorrow, her hospitalization for distraction.  Finally, she broke down and
decided to visit her, to hell with orders.  It was the middle of the
afternoon, and she dressed in simple jeans and a sleeveless top.

   Just her luck, there was a cop taking Reyna's deposition at the
hospital, and it was a cop who knew Yuri.  This particular cop had busted
her once when she'd been escorting a guy to a party that had involved a
whole lot of illegal drugs.  Despite every effort to escape notice as she
waited in the hallway, the cop saw her and his expression tightened.  When
he finished taking the signed statement, he thanked Reyna, and then stomped
into the hallway, grabbing Yuri by the arm and spinning her around to force
direct eye contact.

   "This girl said she's makin' her own money out there, but then I see you
here.  You two work together?"

   Yuri shook her head but didn't say anything.

   "Bullshit," he swore.  "Come here."

   He pushed Yuri into a cleaning closet, shut the door, and started
undoing his pants.  "You want me to be quiet about this, you give me a
little lip service."

   "No," she said.

   "You're a whore," he said.  "Now suck cock like a whore."

   "I'm a whore," she agreed, "which means I get paid."

   "And today you get paid by me not harassing the hell out of you two to
find who's pimping you out."

   Yuri knew that an extended police questioning would be the end of their
working careers, so she gave in.  She didn't give him a particularly good
bow job, but he didn't seem to notice or to care.  He came in her mouth,
and she acted like she swallowed it, but then she stood, kissed him, and
poured his own cum into his mouth.

   "Bitch!" he swore, spitting it out.

   "Sorry," she said in her most innocent voice, "most guys I do like
that."

   "Fuckin' faggots," he grumbled.

   After her encounter with the cop, she finally got to visit Reyna, and
was relieved to find that the girl was doing well, but horrified to hear of
what had happened.  She expected to be in the hospital for a few more days,
because her windpipe had been badly damaged, she had gotten a severe
concussion, and was seeing a counselor about how it had all ended.

   "And the HIV test?" Yuri asked, concerned.

   "Don't know yet."

   "Let me know," Yuri said, then, without thinking, bent over to kiss the
other girl on the lips.  It was just a soft peck, but there was such
electricity in the simple touch that Yuri panicked, felt embarrassed, and
made a hasty retreat without even really saying goodbye.  God, she loved
that girl.

   ***

   Reyna managed the rest of her hospital stay ok by remaining high on
Yuri's visit.  She had been blown away by the kiss, and endeared by the
Asian girl's awkwardness over it.  The mandatory counseling went well
enough, and so did her healing, but the test results not so well.  Reyna
had gotten the virus, and not only was there now a death sentence over her
head, but she was out of work, out of a place to live, and out of friends.
The whole life she was proud of herself for creating was on the verge of
collapsing.

   That could never happen.  She couldn't allow it.  And so she made a
choice.  She would have to be extra careful about it, but she would just
lie.  She would tell everyone the test had been negative.  If she watched
it, made sure all the precautions were taken, it shouldn't matter.

   But no.  She couldn't do that.  As much as she wanted to.  As much as
she thought she could get away with it.  She couldn't do that.

   The answer, it turned out, was provided for her.  The family cared.  She
had proved herself invaluable and to possess an uncommon knack for the
business.  And so she was put in charge of the brothel.

   For several weeks, it was business-as-usual, coordinating schedules and
supervising the girls.  Those weeks were torture, though, because she saw
so little of Yuri.  They still shared the same house a couple days a week
when Reyna didn't have to sleep at the brothel, but Yuri's schedule and
hers were different enough now on a regular basis, that they shared little
down time.  Reyna had a regular work schedule, so there were no slow nights
spents playing cards or taking at home.  It pained her to realize after a
few weeks that even her memory of the hospital kiss was fading.

   Too, there was the lack of sex.  Work or not, her body was used to
getting sexual release on a daily basis.  Now, there was none.  She
probably could have masturbated, but, again, after having person-to-person
sexual contact more than once a day for years, the idea of bringing herself
off seemed hollow.  So she was hornier than hell, and had nothing to do
about it.  And that certainly didn't make her miss Yuri less.  Most nights
now her sleep was consumed by fiery, sexual dreams about the Asian girl. 
Most mornings she woke up grumpy and on-edge at the impossibility of
finding satisfaction.

   Then, one night, things got a little more interesting.  One evening, a
group of college guys came to the brothel without appointments, and started
to mingle in the lounge.  As each paired off with a girl, Reyna watched as
one stayed behind.  When he was the only other client left in the lounge,
Reyna approached him and asked if there was a problem, if he didn't like
any of the girls.

   "No, that's not it all," he said.  "They're all quite beautiful, it's
just that . . .  " He looked down at his feet.  "Well, I don't want the
other guys to know, but I can't, uh, I can't be with one of the girls."

   Reyna smiled congenially.  At nineteen herself, she was about the same
age as him and so she thought she could probably talk to him as a peer. 
"It's okay, if you're having trouble, some of our girls specialize in
rejuvenating men."

   He shook his head.  "It's not that, it's . . .  " He sighed.  "I have
AIDS," he said.  "I can't be with one of your girls, because I have the
AIDS virus."

   In an instant, there was an explosion inside of Reyna.  Weeks' worth of
built-up sexual tension, and here was the release.  "You can be with me,"
she said.

   "What?"

   She took him by the hand and walked back to her own room.  As soon as
they entered, she slammed him against the door and started to kiss him
hard, reaching inside his pants to feel the warmth of his cock.  "God," she
said, "I need you so bad."

   "But --"

   "I was a hooker myself until I got AIDS," she told him, sucking on his
throat to give him a hickey.  "Do you know what it's like to go from sex
multiple times a day, to no sex for weeks?"

   He just moaned, and ripped her blouse open, kissing her cleavage.

   "It's hell is what it is," she groaned, pulling her bra down and
offering him her tit as she dry humped him against the door.  "Oh, god,"
she groaned, "fuck me."

   "How much?" he asked, pulling her skirt down.

   "No charge," the young madam said, crying out as he squeezed her crotch
through her panties.  "This one's on me."

   And it was an incredible fuck.  They were both full of not only pent-up
sexual desire, but the release of finding someone to safely be intimate
with.  They stumbled to was the bed, gradually working each other's
clothing off as they kissed and groped with unrelenting passion.  Reyna
finally collapsed backward onto the bed, bra around her waist.  She tugged
her panties to the side, drew her legs up and just moaned pitifully for the
man.  He practically tripped as he stepped out of his boxers.  He mounted
her hastily, still wearing his socks.  Her pussy was saturated with her
wetness, so he entered her easily, but after a few virginal weeks, her
walls had closed in somewhat, and she was tighter than she had been for
years.  When she threw her legs around his back to urge him on, it was too
much.  Suddenly the college kid gave a startled cry and came inside her.

   "Oh God, I'm sorry," he said, rolling off her.  He spoke quickly, though
he was quite short of breath.  "I didn't mean to, I didn't realize, you
were just so tight, so beautiful, so --"

   Reyna silenced her lover by rolling on top of him and kissing his mouth
hard.  Her tongue explored his mouth aggressively as she wriggled out of
her panties and then finished taking her bra off.  When she was finally
naked, she rolled onto her back and reached down to her pussy.  She wiped
three fingers upward, and brought them up to her mouth.  She sucked his cum
and her moisture from them and smiled before rolling back on top of him.

   After so long without sex, to be presented with intimate access to such
a sexy young woman was enough to ensure that the college kid would have no
problem delivering a second payload.  Reyna straddled his waist and covered
his face with kisses as she reached behind herself and stroked his cock.

   Their eyes remained open as they kissed, and she loved the wonderment
and appreciation in his face.  She wanted to see just how much of that she
could get out of him.  She grabbed blindly beside the bed for some
lubricant, and then reached behind herself to dribble some onto her
asshole. Smiling at him and his adorably confused expression, she lifted
herself up slightly and rolled her hips back.  With a quick hop she plunged
her asshole down onto his cock.  He gasped and arched his back.  The look
of sheer delight he wore as she bounced her ass up and down on him was a
thrill.  She rubbed her own pussy with both hands until she felt they were
both getting close.  Another quick hop and she was riding him with her
pussy.

   She lay flat on him, her breasts flattening against him.  She kissed his
throat and rocked back and forth.  It wouldn't be long now.

   "I'm gonna cum," he said, panting.

   "Don't hold back," she begged.  She couldn't stand the thought of him
withdrawing now.

   "But --"

   "Don't hold back," she urged again, squeezing him with her inner walls.
It was enough to bring him over the top, and the feel of his exploding cock
in the grip of her warm insides took her up the same mountain, and she
screamed against his throat as she came.

   That night was the start of something new.  She still helped run the
brothel, but word quickly went out that there was an escort who could do
men with HIV or AIDS.  This was big news, and even though it was arguably
insane, and still risky because of the compromise to the immune system,
Reyna had no intention of stopping.  Being a hooker was who she was.

   And it would also mean she would get to see more of Yuri.

   ***

   Yuri had seen little to nothing of Reyna since the hospital, but the
other girl was never far from Yuri's mind.  The only time they managed to
see each other more than in passing was another night when Yuri was
covering for someone at the brothel.  It was to be an all-nighter, and Yuri
started off with a couple of bisexual men who basically did whatever they
wanted to each other and them came on the naked Asian girl.  When they
left, Yuri's hair and face were dripping with cum.  Someone stopped in her
doorway, and she could hardly see who it was.  Reyna made her presence
clear by clearing her throat gently.  Yuri, still naked and sweaty on the
floor, wipped her eyes as clear as she could.  She saw that the other girl
was smiling softly at her.  That simple expression of gentle happiness had
melted Yuri's heart.  She still said nothing and only smiled back, as quiet
a smile as she could muster through the veil of sperm in her eyelashes. 
Without a word, Reyna just turned and walked away, still smiling.

   Later that evening, Yuri was in the lounge, struggling to sell herself
properly.  She was too distracted by Reyna, who stood in the corner,
watching over the room in general.  Sometimes their eyes met, and they each
smiled.  That would make Yuri's heart flutter, and her cheeks blush.  This
had just happened when she was startled by a man's cough at her side.

   "Well, hello," she purred at the chubby, ruffled-looking man.  She tried
to collect herself.  She was a professional afterall.

   He reached behind her and started to caress her ass through the silk
gown she wore.  "You're beautiful," he said, trying to muster a charming
smile.  She tried to act demure, as she knew men expected their Asian
whores to be.  "No, I'm just a simple girl, you flatter me."

   He squeezed her ass.  "You know what's hot?"

   "No," she told him with a shake of her head.

   "Those videos where big strong Americans fuck Japanese massage girls in
their tight little pussies.  You have a tight little pussy like that?"

   She smiled at him and drew his hand around to the front her gown.  She
used it to stroke her own mound through the silk.  "Why not find out for
yourself just how tight I am?"

   "Mmm, yeah, baby," he said.  "But, uh, I want someone to watch."

   "You have a friend?"

   "No," he said.  "I don't care who it is.  I just want someone to watch
my cock stretch your little Asian pussy."

   Yuri wasn't sure why the man appeared to think that his was the first
American cock her little Asian pussy would have received, but asking him
that question would have ended the deal.  Just the same what he wanted was
impossible, and she was about to tell him that, when Reyna stepped into
view.

   "I'll watch," she said.

   Yuri's eyes widened a little in surprise, but she said nothing as Reyna
and the man negotiated a deal.  When business was settled, the three of
them went to Yuri's room, and Reyna took the seat inside the door.  The
client wasn't interested in ceremony.  He simply started to take his
clothes off, and told Yuri to do the same.  When they were both naked, he
had the Asian girl sit on the edge of her bed, lean back a little, and
spread her legs as wide as possible.  He then started to masturbate while
he looked at her body.

   "Don't be quiet back there," he growled at Reyna.  "I wanna know you're
watching."

   Yuri and her friend made eye contact and smiled.  Then Reyna said, "I'm
sorry, you're just so strong and handsome."

   The man grunted.  "Damn right."

   They hadn't broken eye contact yet when Reyna said, in a totally
different tone, "And she's so graceful and beautiful, like a porcelain
flower waiting for its petals to be gently opened."

   Yuri closed her eyes to mask her surprise at the words, and then threw
her head back as the man pressed his condom-covered cock into her. 
"Nothing gentle about this, baby," he said with a laugh.

   He fucked her like that, standing, thrusting at her as she leaned back
on the bed.  By himself, it would be been totally uninteresting to Yuri. 
But instead, she had the extraordinary experience of fucking this man while
listening to the girl of her dreams repeatedly declare how excited she was
by what she was seeing.  It was, in the end, so intensely erotic that Yuri
had an orgasm with the man inside her, something she almost never
experienced.

   When he was finished, he thanked them, paid up, and left.  Yuri lay on
her bed, looking at Reyna.  The younger girl said in the chair, her face
red, her breathing a little forced.  They looked at eachother for a while
without saying anything, and then Reyna rose and left.  Yuri rolled over
and, quite unprofessionally, cried in her pillow.

   Another week or two later, Yuri was surprised and delighted to get a
call out with Reyna.  Apparently, there were two guys who were friends and
wanted to do girls together, but one of them had HIV.  Yuri would do the
healthy man, and Reyna the other.  Yuri felt butterflies in her stomach. 
They rode to the place together, each of them dressed all-out.  Reyna wore
a little AIDS-awareness ribbon so that it would be known which girl was
which without having to broach the subject and break the mood.

   The evening got off to a very strange start.  The men asked them into
their hotel room, told them they looked pretty, and then simply started to
get naked.  Normally with high-priced call girls, there was more to it than
that.  The two explained that they had been talking for a long time about
how cool it would be to seal their friendship by fucking different girls
side by side, so they were already wound up and ready to go.  They asked
that the girls get naked, as well, and so the girls did.  Even though they
had each seen one another naked more times than they could count, each of
the working girls snuck a glance at the other.  Recognition of this caused
Yuri to even blush a little.

   The guys lay on their backs on the same bed, each man stroking his own
cock.  The girls thought this whole thing was a little weird, but they
crawled up and started to give them slow, easy blow-jobs.  Like twins, even
though unrelated, the men moaned softly and lay their hands on the back of
their respective girl's head.  The girls, for their part, found it
intensely erotic to be able to look over and see and hear the other girl in
action.

   Then things got really weird, and Yuri's guy called out the other guy's
name.  The other guy called back, and then Yuri's guy said he was thinking
about Reyna's guy's mouth, and then there was more moaning.  Then the guys
started kissing each other, and then the one guy said, "Fuck AIDS," the two
guys rolled together and started to rub their erection together.  One broke
their kiss and dismissed the girls.  They'd already paid, so there was no
loss, and so Reyna and Yuri made their exit.

   "Well, that was not how I expected that to turn out," Yuri said with a
laugh as they got into their car.

   "No," Reyna said, stilling thinking about how amazingly hot the other
girl's mouth had looked up close as it worked on the man she'd been with.
Breathing hard, her heart beating so loud it was almost audible to both of
them, she said, "I was actually starting to think it would me who would
break off and start kissing on you, not the two guys."

   There followed a tense silence during which each hooker stared out her
window.  "It's really hard to get AIDS through kissing," Yuri said softly.

   "I know," Reyna said.

   "I mean, if you really want to kiss me, it wouldn't be dangerous," Yuri
explained in a very quiet voice, still looking out her window.

   "There are other dangers," Reyna warned her.

   "What do you mean?"

   Reyna said nothing, just started driving.  When they pulled up to the
house where Yuri still lived, Reyna finally answered, "Emotional dangers."

   Yuri decided that enough was enough.  She undid her seatbelt, grabbed
the other girls face, turned it toward her and kissed her, softly but
deeply, drinking her in and offering all her own softness in return.  When
she finally broke off the kiss, a line of saliva trailing between their two
mouths, she said, "I love you, Reyna."

   And then she got out of the car, and went into the house.

   ***

   Reyna drove the car to the safe parking lot, and went to her room at the
brothel.  When she sat down at her bed, she found herself regretting that
she had let Yuri go.  She wanted the slightly older girl; there was no use
denying that.  She wanted her, and she wanted her bad.  And now she knew
that the desire was mutual.  Why had she let her go so easily.

   A few days later, she had to schedule Yuri to work in the brothel again,
and she found herself watching her the entire time.  The Asian girl had
such grace, such composure.  She wasn't really a hooker.  She was more like
a courtesan or a temple prostitute.  She did this because it was who she
was.  That confidence excited Reyna a great deal, because it was a
confidence she felt, but sensed in none of the others.

   The evening got off to a rough start, though, because one of the girls
had to be brought i n line.  She was a cute tom-boy sort, and she was
trying to game the clients by agreeing to certain offers and then backing
out on those offersonce she got them to her room.  It was basically a
bait-and-switch and it was bad business, and Reyna had to take her off work
for the night.  The customer who had finally complained about it, though,
asked what his recompense was.

   "You can certainly have one of the other girls," Reyna said, "and you
can have everything you negotiated for with the first girl, but at no
charge." She beckoned Yuri over.  "How about this pretty young thing?" she
asked the client.

   He looked the half-native over.  "You do anal?" he asked.

   "Yes," Yuri agreed.

   "Halves?"

   Yuri blanched.  Very few girls did anal halves.  "Start with the oral?"
she asked hopefully.

   "No," he said, grinning toothily.  "I've gotta finish in your mouth."

   Reyna was surprised any of her girls had even pretended they were
willing to that.  Not many working girls had the stamina to take a man in
the ass and then take that same man's unwashed cock and suck it off.

   "Sir," she tried to intervene.

   "You said I could get what I was offered," the man interrupted her.  "Or
do I need to call the cops?"

   Yuri touched her arm.  "I'll do it," she said.

   Then she smiled in her courtly way, and took the man's hand.  She raised
it to her mouth, and ran her tongue around his fingers.  "Anything for my
lover here," she cooed.

   Reyna watched her go, partly regretting what she had gotten her friend
into and partly just watching her ass move in the tight nightgown she wore.
She didn't have much time for appreciating either, though, before she had
to resolve another dispute in one of the rooms.  She heard the sound of
something breaking and went into to find a Russian girl, semen dripping on
her tits, smashing a chair into furniture while a couple cowered in fear on
her bed.

   It turned out that everything had been going just fine and then the man
had suggested, after cumming on the girl's tits that rather than his wife
licking them off, he go out and get a stray dog to do the cleaning.  The
girl, taking this serious, freaked out.  And, it turned out, the man was
serious, so Reyna threw the couple out and made peace as best she could
with the girl.

   Shortly thereafter, she saw the previously disgruntled man leaving
Yuri's room, so she entered to offer apologies to her friend.  Yuri was
laying on her stomach, laughing softly.

   "What's funny?" Reyna asked, entering and closing the door.

   The Asian girl looked at her and smiled, not moving from her position.
"Turns out our friend had never had anal before, and I," she said, now
moving her rear end suggestively, "was more than he could take.  He came in
a few minutes."

   "Was he wearing a condom?" Reyna asked, concerned.

   "No, he just came all over himself and got embarassed," she laughed.

   "So no half."

   "No half."

   Reyna smiled.  "I'm glad."

   Yuri nodded.  "I was hoping I'd get out of that, but I didn't want you
to get in trouble over the situation either."

   The nineteen year-old smiled again.  "Thanks, Yuri."

   The other girl smiled, and shifted into a sitting position, leaning
forward, so that her breasts hung before her.  She started to speak, but
then seemed to change her mind.  Then, after another hesitation, she spoke
after all.  "I quit," she said, her voice more firm than usual.

   Reyna felt light-headed and sank into the chair.  "What?"

   "I quit," she repeated.  "As of this very moment."

   "Yuri -- why?  What -- ?  Because of this?"

   The Asian girl shook her head.  "No, because it costs too much."

   "What cost?  Do you need more money?  Medical?"

   "No," she said, tears forming in her almond-shaped eyes, "I need to be
able to crawl across this floor, and worship the body I've only been able
to adore from afar."

   "What?"

   The only answer Yuri gave was sink to all fours on the floor, and slowly
crawl towards the other girl, looking up at her with something between
aggression and devotion on her face.  When she got to where Reyna sat, she
pried the nineteen year-old's legs apart and began to kiss her knees.  Her
lips were the softest, most delicate things Reyna had ever felt.

   "I love you," she whispered.  Reyna was wearing a nightie herself
tonight, and as Yuri's soft, wet kisses began to work their way up her
inner thighs, she spread her legs and the nightie shifted up on her hips.

   Reyna found herself gasping spasmodically when she felt the other girl's
mouth on the front of her panties.  "OK," she agreed, sinking her fingers
into long, black hair, "you no longer work for us."

   Yuri could form no words as her mouth made love to Reyna's panties.  Her
tongue, her lips, her entire mouth worked over the other girl's heat,
tasting and smelling her through the filter of cotton.  Then her expert
tongue plied its way inside the nineteen year-old's panties and made
contact with her outer lips.  Reyna gasped and sunk her fingernails into
the Asian's scalp.

   "In fact, I quit too," she gasped.  Years of pent up love and lust
exploded inside her.  "Marry me."

   "Yes," Yuri agreed, pulling the panties down, and burying her face in
her seated lover's lap.  "Yes, I will be your wife."

   "And I yours," Reyna said, drawing her legs up and throwing them over
the Asian's shoulders.  "However long I have to live, I am yours."

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