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   Jack & Jill (mf, hj, prost)



   Max Foley arrived in Christchurch, New Zealand at midnight.  While the
people seemed charming enough, he was new to the city and unused to
traveling abroad.  The only place he'd been to outside of the US was
Canada, and while it would certainly abuse the pride of the good folks he'd
met there, he didn't think that really counted.



   His hotel wasn't far from the city center, but he was too tired to go
out, even though his meetings wouldn't start for another two days.  It was
part of a deal he'd cobbled together with his section director, Rich, a
"working vacation." He'd have the first two days off, then after meeting
with the Christchurch division directors, he'd have another four days of
play on the company dime.  It was mostly above board.  Mostly...



   But to be honest with himself, the first two days would be taken up with
jetlag anyway, which was partly how Rich had been conned into it.  However,
he didn't feel tired now, and knew he would never get to sleep by daylight,
yet he was too worn out to stomach the nightlife, such as it was.  He
picked up the local phone directory to see what kind of entertainment he
could wrangle up.  The directory seemed to be bent heavily at a certain
section, and not knowing what he was looking for in the first place, Max
opened it to that spot.  To his shock, a list a brothels and escorts longer
than a gangster's wrap sheet stared back at him.  The words, "Prostitution
is now legal in NZ" sprung out at him.  He gawked.  Legal?



   Max wasn't one to trawl the streets looking for hookers, nor had he been
so hard to come by decent women that he normally thought of escorts, but he
had to admit the thought of legal prostitution was appealing, because of
the type of women he imagined would be attracted to such pursuits.  Not all
of them would be skanks and druggies.  Many would be clean and even pretty,
he thought.  Also, if it were legal in such a liberal country, their health
would be monitored, so the risk of STDs was at least not much greater than
an average sleep-around.  His mouth began to water at the prospect, though
he still wasn't sure about it.  The idea of actual sex with such women
wasn't the most pleasant thought.  Who knew whom they'd done, after all?
After perusing the selections, one caught his attention in particular. 
"Jack & Jill," it read, "Hands-on Attention: professional hand-relief." No
sex, and he wouldn't have to reject the girl because he thought she was
ugly or unclean.  But he could still get his nut, and best of all he could
relax and let the whore do all the work.  He liked it.  Before he had a
chance to second-guess his decision, he was dialing the number.



   "Jack & Jill," said a sultry female voice on the other end, "your
pleasure is our relief..."



   "Yes," said Max nervously, "I'd like to take advantage of your outcall
service, please."



   "Yes, sir.  And your name?"



   "Max."



   "Hello, Max.  And what type of girl would you be interested in tonight?
Please be specific, as we've a wide range of ladies for your pleasure."



   "Well, I prefer curvy blonds.  Short, preferably."



   "Well, tonight we have Nicci on call, a sultry blond in her early
twenties who likes to play nurse, secretary, or any other fantasy you
desire.  We've also got Wanda, a cute little blond 19-yearold with a tight
ass and big breasts, skilled in domination..."



   "Nicci sounds wonderful."



   "Good, Max.  She is wonderful, as I'm sure you'll find out soon.  Now, I
just need a few details..."



   And with that, Max settled for an hour appointment.  There was a flurry
of other questions that he barely had time to process, but by the end of it
he his cock was already hard just thinking about the coming treat.



   Max took a quick shower and dressed in only a bathrobe.  Why bother
dressing for the occasion, even if it wasn't sex?  He still couldn't
believe it was legal, but he was using hard cash, so no one would know
either way.  He settled down before the TV and tried to relax, but there
were only eight channels, and most of them had local news on.  He picked up
a magazine and thumbed through it; it was crammed with pictures of gorgeous
supermodels, which did nothing to curb his erection.  He worried about
looking a little too eager, and then dismissed the concern.  They both knew
what he wanted, and it wasn't like it was sex anyway.



   The doorbell rang.  Max almost jumped from the recliner.



   He got up and slinked toward the door, looked out the peephole.  A
vision of slightly distorted beauty greeted him.  He opened the door.



   "Max?" said the girl, no more than twenty-five by her looks.  She was
shorter than him by about three inches; shoulder-length blond curls tumbled
around a heart-shaped face accented by a pug nose.  Her business suit
looked strained by her ample chest, and she carried a duffle bag.  "Yes,"
said Max.  His heart seemed to rise in his throat.  "Please, come in ... 
Nicci, is it?"



   "Yes.  Thank you." When she passed him the scent of heaven filled his
nostrils, and she brushed a finger under his chin, smiling.  Max closed the
door and locked it.  "I see you're already prepared for our time.  That's
good." He turned to find her already sitting on the bed next to her bag,
unpacking.  She pulled bottles of lotion and rolled towels from within the
bag, arranging them so they wouldn't roll around on the bed.  Among the
items were also vibrators and a loop-like device he didn't recognize.  She
picked up one of the vibrators and caressed it, smiling: "I love my job,
Max.  I can't wait to wrap my fingers around your hot meat.  I want to make
it come."



   Max gasped almost inaudibly, but she looked at him knowingly anyway. 
"You do like it when I talk dirty?" Max nodded his head slowly, praising
the powers that he talked Rich into this trip.  "Lisa told me you were a
naughty boy.  She told me everything.  She told me about how you like your
filthy prick stroked." She shot Max a lascivious smile that made his heart
pump faster.  Nicci put down her vibrator, stood and began removing her
clothes until she was completely nude.  The well-trimmed patch of pubic
hair above her bald pussy lips told him she was a natural blond.



   "You're beautiful, Nicci," he said.



   "Thank you, Max." She sauntered over to him, and then she pulled him to
the foot of the bed.  She sat and untied his robe, looking into his eyes
the whole time.  Max let the robe fall to the ground.  Her brown eyes
looked slowly down his body, and then stopped at his stiff cock.  It bobbed
slightly from the coursing blood within, not three inches from her nose. 
"It's a lucky pussy that gets filled with this naughty treat." She picked
up a bottle of lotion, squirted a large sample onto her palms, and rubbed
her hands together vigorously, smiling up at him.  She wrapped her fingers
around his cock and slid a hand under his balls, playing with them.  "Does
that feel good, Max?"



   He just nodded.  The sensation sent shockwaves through his pelvis.  It
was already better than most girls had done for him.



   "You're such a dirty boy, Max." Her hands were warm as they slid sharply
down to the base of his prick.  She blew on his glistening head, and he
moaned at the gossamer sensation.  "You like to be touched where you
shouldn't; you like the way I stroke your cock.  I've seen your kind
before, Max; you love it when I play with you.  You need to come for me,
don't you, Max?" He could only nod.  Abruptly, she stopped stroking.  "Get
on the bed, Max."



   He did as he was told, and she knelt close between his legs.  "Wrap you
legs around my waist," she said, and he complied.  The feel of her warm
flesh between his legs almost drove him over the edge.  She picked up the
vibrator and slid a condom over it, smiling.  Nicci placed it just above
his asshole and turned it on.  Max jumped but the sensation at the root of
his cock kept him wanting more pressure, and she accommodated his lust. 
"Dirty, filthy boy," she crooned.  Her other hand worked his now gooey head
between thumb and fingers, occasionally gliding down his shaft.  "You want
to jam it in me, don't you?  You want a wet cunt around your prick so you
can spit your hot come in it, admit it, Max!" She leaned forward then, and
her large breasts touched his ribs.  Her hot breath wafted over his neck,
and her voice was close to his ears now.  "Admit it.  You want to fuck me,
don't you?" She was still jacking him off as she leaned over, and her hips
had the vibrator propped up beneath his balls.  His whole pelvis became a
cauldron of sexual pleasure, and he was on the edge.  "Admit it, or I'll
stop..." she said cruelly. "Yes!" screamed Max.  "Fuck, I want to come in
you.  Fuck!"



   "That's good, Max," she said, and kissed his neck.  She squeezed his
dickhead hard, pressing her thumb under his glans in small circles.  With a
sudden grunt and spasm, Max bucked and began to come.  He must have spurt
at least five or six times.  Nicci held him the whole time, taking gobs of
his come on her stomach, as he gasped for air.  "You dirty, dirty fuck,"
she said huskily when he was finished.  "You came all over me and you liked
it, didn't you?  Yes.  You liked messing all over me.  We can't let it all
go to waste, can we?" Max could only manage a whimper of contentment.  She
removed her hands from his cock and balls and spread herself over him,
dry-humping his deflating cock with her pelvis.  His sticky essence spread
over their stomachs, and she kissed down to his nipples, circled them with
her tongue.



   After a minute or two, she got up and left him still breathing ragged
and spent on the bed.  She cleaned herself with a wet towel, dressed, and
collected her belongings while Max watched.  She then collected her fee
from the coffee table, turned to him from the door and smiled warmly. 
"Welcome to New Zealand, Max."



   And then she was gone.