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 after saying hi to Sharon the daughter of our next recruit it occurs to me;
we could get a fortune for a genuine mother daughter combo package deal

   The next day in school, I made a point of saying Hi to Sharon

   "Well, where have you been, we never see you anywhere anymore?

   I hemmed and hawed and finally admitted that I had an older girlfriend.
I let myself be drawn out until Sharon figured out I was getting laid. 
"You're have sex with some girl who is it, is it a senior?  Tell me!"

   "Look Sharon, I can't tell you her name, she's a lot older than me, in
fact she's a mother of one of the students here." That sure got her full
attention, I just kept talking over all her buts, but buts.  Finally I
relented, "OK, I'll ask her if she'll meet you, maybe we can all go to a
drive in or something.  In the meantime, you got time for a coke after
school?"

   Sharon wouldn't have had time for the old Petey, but the sex thing had
her hooked.  We agreed to meet at a snack shop near her house; I laughed to
myself, she didn't want to be seen with me.

   At the snack shop I was there first and sat around wondering if I had
been stood up.  Sharon came in all in a rush, "I'm sorry, my mom made me
pick up my room before I could go out.  She has been so bitchy since she
got laid off down at the restaurant."

   "Well, you should cut her some slack; she's probably worried about money
what with the layoff"

   "I don't care, I can always move out east with dad, he has to take me
in, if I ask him" What a sweetheart this little bitch is.  "Oh, don't worry
about her, tell me about your mystery slut"

   "Look Sharon, she's not a mystery and she's not a slut.  She's a nice
lady that has sex with me, there's no mystery, and I'm not going to
embarrass anyone by giving her name away." Well we went round and round,
Sharon wasn't used to not getting her way, pretty soon she was playing
kneesy with me under the table.

   "Maybe you could tell me where you meet and I could just happen by, you
know, just to see her.  If you don't want me to see her, I've gotta think
she is something you made up."

   "If you don't believe I'm getting laid on a regular basis, would you
like me to describe the location of clits, G spots, her technique of deep
throating me, some of the various positions we use when we get together,
I'll bet I can tell you some stuff, you've never even thought of!  Where
would you like me to start?  Or better yet, we could go out and I could
show you the benefits of a 30 something's knowledge of things sexual" That
set her back; the old Petey would have never challenged her.  " I'll tell
you what I'll do, I'll ask her if she wants to meet you, but if I do then
you have to; one, promise to keep your mouth shu; two, promise to be nice
to her and three you have to go to the game with me this Friday!"

   "I can't go with you this Friday; I've got a date with someone, how
about..."

   I cut her off, "OK keep a week from Sat.  free for me, if I can arrange
something, you and I are going out, I know a very nice restaurant" As I was
talking, I reached out and took her hand, "You know if you try it, you
might like it.  I know I can show you some things you haven't even thought
of." I was pleased when she didn't jerk her hand away.

   I made a point of not walking all the way to her house; I didn't want
her mother to know I was seeing her daughter and I didn't want to give her
a chance to define the relationship on her front porch.

   I didn't know if Sharon had ever met my mom so I sat down with mom and
Liz and we planned Sharon's reeducation.  I had mom and Liz arguing who was
going to teach the bitch what.  Soon we were set for Sharon to meet Liz
next week.  Liz would set up her apartment as a romantic getaway and we
would see if we could get Sharon to fall into our honey trap.

   Now to start on her mother and that $1800.00.  It took a while to figure
out what Greg's notebooks were really saying, there were, as far as I could
tell two codes, guess he was afraid of the IRS.  As best I could tell, Jean
had stole $5000 from Greg's old boss, and she had been paying it off on a
two for one basis as a hooker, so if she had worked her debt down to 1800
she had put out 6400 in services at Greg's low prices.  It took a lot of
digging on my part but I found out who she had stolen the money from and
when, that seemed to give me all the ammo I needed to get her back to work,
only this time for me.

   While working out the codes, I made lots of notes about Greg's other
girls.  This guy was busier than I thought.  As best I could tell there
were four active whores and three part timers out there without protection
or direction.  They would have to be brought into line before they got used
to being independent.  Thank god summer vacation was coming; me and my dick
were going to be very busy.

   The next day I called Mrs.  Jean Harris.  "Mrs.  Harris, this is Peter
Jones from the office of consumer services.  Our records show you have just
been laid off, if that correct" A tentative "un hun', "I see here that you
have several outstanding debts, we have a debt consolidation and reduction
program that might just be able to help you out, and no, it's at no charge
to you."

   After a while we got to setting an appointment, "Yes I can get to your
house say this Monday at 10AM, is that OK with you?  No, first meetings are
always at the applicant's home, it speeds the verification process.  Please
get all your debts and monthly obligations ready for review.  Obligations?
Oh items such as rent, mortgage, utility bills, and any other recurring
monthly bills."

   Once again there was the problem of being a teenager; I had bought a
good suit that was pretty formal, with a white shirt and a sincere tie plus
a set of fake horn rim glasses I could pass for 21 in a dim light.  I had
to hope the fedora hat and the briefcase would carry me.  I had mom drive
me to Jean's house and let me off down the block.

   Once we got over the introductions and I had taken off my hat I had to
reassure her, "Oh yes I get that a lot, I'm not only the youngest guy in
the office but I'm cursed with this baby face"

   "No, no, I think you're very attractive, I just..."

   "Don't worry about it, I think when you see what I can do for you,
you'll be very happy, now let's look at your bills."

   Typical lower middle class asshole, her credit card bills were sky high,
a lot of charge to high dollar stores, no Wal Mart, or Target for these
people, Nordstrom's, Brighter Image, and a whole bunch of those mall chain
stores selling shoes and clothing.  Add the premium cable and top speed
internet services plus an electric bill that could only mean they slept
with all the lights on.  Then throw in the car payments and the big screen
TV and this broad was buried.  I fooled around with the calculator and
moved some papers back and forth, threw in some 'tsk tsks', and put some
doodles on a long legal pad.

   "I thing I can help you, but it will mean some changes around here. 
Looking at your bills, I sure hope you have a teen age daughter" She nodded
and said 16.  "OK you two will have to go on a budget, and show you can
stay on it, let's go look at your closets before we start on the budget
process." With comments about not expecting company I got the full tour of
a messy house.  Closets were bursting with clothing.  Now I had a clipboard
with me, after seeing a third bedroom closet stuffed with clothing, I made
a few ticks on my board.  "Tell me, what percentage of these clothes do you
wear on an everyday basis?"

   "Oh we wear all of them" I gave her a look and reached into the closet
and ran a fingertip over the shoulder of a dress, it came away dusty.  She
at least looked embarrassed.  As we walked back to the dining room where
all the bills were laid out, I had to admire her figure, Liz and mom were
more matronly than Jean, neither my mom or Liz were fat but they had an
adult sort of spread to their hips and ass that Jean was missing, from the
back she could have been 18.

   We sat at the table while she pulled out all the stops, she was 3 months
behind in house payments, credit cards were though the roof, she was using
them to pay utility bills, and even I could see that over 300 a month in
interest is not a cost effective way of saving money.  I played with the
calculator I had pulled out of my briefcase.  Ran a series of meaningless
numbers while I ruffled bills, shook my head, reshuffled the bills and did
a re-add.  "Look Jean, I think I see a way out for you, it's going to mean
some creative financing, consolidate some debts, and tear up some credit
cards, so-on"

   "Oh God can you?  I thought I was going to loose the house!  What ever
you say, I'll do it honest!"

   "This is going to take a while to go through, why don't you get us some
drinks," I saw the look of surprise on her face, "I can use some ice water,
a big glass please, and you should make yourself a stiff drink, you're not
going to like what I'm going to tell you.  While you're doing that, I'll
double check my numbers."

   As she almost raced to the kitchen in order to get some water for her
savior.  By the time she came back, I had moved to the living room, was
sitting on the couch, and spread the papers on the coffee table.  I saw the
questioning look on her face and explained that the restructuring of her
debt load would take a while to go over and we might as well be
comfortable. Ah, I see you got yourself a real drink, good for you"

   "Oh yes, I do enjoy a Beefeater and tonic, occasionally." Typical, no
money but bragging on a brand.  I spent 10 or 15 minutes bullshitting about
budgeting and laying out a strict financial plan to get her back on a firm
footing.  I then gave her a list of bill payments that still left her 1500
a month short..."But I can't pay that..." I grabbed her wrist to interrupt
her,

   "Jean, I can't help you if you lie to me"

   "If it's about the clothes"

   "No, Jean I'm talking about the debts, you forgot to tell me about the
1800 you owe Greg" Ah, there's the response I wanted, big eyes, open mouth,
fear, all those wondrous things that make pimping possible, mainly fear,
but shock and awe and greed and vanity all in there helping.  Why don't you
take a big drink, you're going to need it" As I was saying that I was
bringing out some of the photos I had gotten from Greg, pretty usual stuff;
cum covered face, on her knees dick in mouth, looking up at camera with a
smile, looking back over her shoulder with a dick in her ass, another
holding her tits up to the camera.  No imagination, no artistic merit, but
they would do fine for me.  "Now, I have two of Greg's old girls working
for me, but we do whoring different from what you're used to.

   Here comes the usual, "I never ...  Get out of my house before I call
the police ...  You can't talk to me that way..." I grabbed the hand she
was shaking at me, bent the fingers backwards and rotated her arm 180
degrees so the palm was facing up.  Most people do not realize how painful
a well placed arm bar is, in half a second I had Jean trying to take a
breath as she realized how much I could hurt her.

   "Now listen!  There's not going to be any cops, there's not going to be
any ordering on your part at all.  The only thing that's going to be is
what I want to be!  Dupes of those photos are all ready to be mailed to
several of your daughter's friends, your local school and of course your
neighbors.  I don't want any money from you, I want to show you how to make
some big money and dig your way out of this hole" With that I let up on the
pressure on Jean's arm, but I didn't let go of her fingers.  "If you come
to work with us I can promise you a minimum of $200 a trick, clean sober
customers, no weekend work, big tips and no problems.  You should be making
a grand a week within two months as soon as you start building up some
repeat customers.  We prescreen all of your johns, offer you in house
protection, no working out of gin mills or street soliciting, and if there
ever is a beef, I have a bail bondsman on a 24 hour retainer plus an in
house lawyer.  (All of that was bullshit, but she didn't know that.) Now
let's go out to the kitchen and get you another drink" I escorted her to
and from the kitchen to be sure there would be no running or phoning.  When
we got back to the couch I explained about our high standards as far as
whores went, the deep throating, anal, and bi work we required.  "You were
a low priced whore.  We're looking at the pictures that prove that, so save
that bullshit for somebody who's buying, because I sure as hell, ain't. 
I'm offering you a chance to be a high priced call girl.  What the fuck is
your other option, a waitress at I HOP?  Come on, you paid off a large part
of that debt to Greg over two years, you must have liked some part of
whoring.  This job will get you out of debt, in six weeks!  You'll save
your house and, if the two of you lay off the credit cards, a chance for
your daughter to go to college"

   "If you pass muster with the other girls we can have you at work next
week, you get 50% of the billing price plus I get 25% of your tips, till
you pay off the 1800.  If you like my proposition, slide over here and
we'll start your entrance exams.  If you don't like being independent and
debt free, just say so and I'm out the door and you can explain those
photos to your daughter and the neighbors." She got that confused look on
her face again.  "Jean, you're not working for me until I see that you can
meet our high standard in the sack.  If I'm happy, then you'll meet one of
the girls for further training.  So get over here."

   You could see her running over her choices in her mind, her face was
easily read, there, that was the slump of the shoulders I had come to look
for, she was on the way to being a full time whore!  As she slid over she
started to tell me it had been a while and can we go slowly at first.  "I
laughed, I'll be nice if you're nice, just promise you'll respect me
afterwards" That got a smile out of her as I reached out for her, and she
got to kiss a 14 year old boy for the first time since she was in high
school.  God, I love this job!  I broke the kiss to give her some
instruction, "Look, this isn't a first date, act professionally here, you
are supposed to be a hooker, make me happy, I want to feel soft lips and a
slowly opening mouth, your job with every customer is to be open and
receiving; you want then to stick something in you, tongue, fingers.  dick,
you want it from your date, he's the guy turning you on.  This ain't cheap
back booth blow jobs, this is high priced eroticism.  Now let's try this
again, put some lust into it"

   I like the look of confusion on a woman's face when you criticize there
love making skills, doesn't matter if it's a simple kiss or something as
complex as the Bulgarian Perversions, they can't believe a guy will stop to
tell them how to do it.  The next kiss was much better; soft, inviting as
her mouth slowly opened on mine I could feel her shoulders relaxing.  We
touched tongues, hers was soft and tentative, and mine was forceful and
demanding.  After a minute of exploring her gums and teeth I pulled back a
little, holding her by the neck to show who was in charge I slowly licked
her upper eye lids and just below her eyes, then a gentle probing of her
ears, she'd get a full swab out later.  Now was still the time to be a
little gentle.  "OK, open your eyes" as she did I went on.  "Always look at
your client, biggest part of your job is convincing him that he is the most
important guy in your life.  So far this is pretty good; I think you can do
the job we need." With that I closed in for another kiss, first a gentle
tongue wipe of both nostrils and then slid it back into her mouth, a little
more forceful this time.  When we came up for air, I told her to stand up
and strip for me.

   A confused, "What?" Once again, I had to explain, "Look our customers
are usually married or have girlfriends, getting laid is not their problem.
Having a romantic fantasy, having a high priced call girl is what the turn
on is for them.  So now strip for me, take your time, and slowly show me
your body, the body you should be proud of.  Make me want it!  Now no
dancing, stand there and tempt me!"

   Now Jean was up and slowly unbuttoning her blouse, then with all the
front buttons undone, she slowly undid the cuffs.  "That's it, now smile,
show me how much you are looking forward to our time together".

   As she slowly eased the blouse off and her lovely boobs came into view,
she slowly turned, "Honey, would you like to unhook my bra or should I do
it for you" Said with a shy little smile over her shoulder.

   "No you do it, I want to watch" Her hands were at the hooks as she
turned back to face me.  When the bra was loose she started to shrug it
off, "No, no, use both hands and reach for the bra straps cross handed,
that way you tease the john longer." This time, when she lowered her arms,
her boobs came slowly into view.

   "Well Done!  Now see if you can do as well with your skirt and panties,
remember slow and sexy" Her hands slowly went to her back and I could
actually hear her slowly unzip the skirt.  As the skirt opened and started
to fall I held out my hand, Jean smiled her thanks and grasped it to steady
herself as she stepped out of it.  Next came the panties, Jean showed a
little imagination by standing slightly sideways so that as her panties
came off her bush was slightly hidden.  "Now turn and face me, stand still
for a minute so I can look at your beauty.  How nice, you have a perfect
figure for a whore, a little small in the tit department but I like your
size boobs.  I could never understand those guys into double Ds, but I've
already got two whores with bigger boobs so you are a welcome addition to
my stable." I was deliberately using the keywords, "whore", hooker" and
"stable", you has to convince broads they are whores to make them act like
whores.  "Now get over here on my lap, let's see how good you are at
necking" I've found that having a girl or woman nude while you're fully
dressed goes a long way into reminding them that you are in charge and they
are meat, high priced meat, but still meat!

   "Arm around my neck, legs slightly spread, sit up straight, show off
those lovely tits, look in to my eyes, keep your eyes on me, remember your
John is the most important man in your life!  If you can convince him of
that, he will be back for more!" As I was talking, I was stroking the
inside of her thighs and from the back of her neck to the crack of her ass.
My hand went up to the back of her neck and I turned her face towards me.
As we kissed I moved my other hand up to her outside boob.  I had to pull
back from our kiss, "No, No, eyes open, look at your lover with lust in
your eyes, you want him, you want it from him and you want it now!" With
that I moved in for another kiss and watched her eyes as my hand dropped
from her tit to her crotch.  Her eyes got a little wider but her legs
opened to give me better access.  She wasn't very wet, but that would
surely change.  I lifted my hand to her mouth as I stopped kissing her,
when she felt my fingers on my lips she opened up and sucked them in.  Good
girl, get them nice and wet, you're going to get a chance to suck a lot in
the future, as I pulled my hand away and back to her pussy, "now tell me
about yourself, how old were you when you got laid for the first time?" I
already had two fingertips inside of her.

   As I grew older I found it was almost a standard story, child abuse,
either sexual or just old fashioned whippings, in Jean's case it was an 18
year old brother who came home drunk when she was 13, a painful rape and
after a period of adjustment it settled into her giving him a weekly Sat.
night blowjob before his dates, once in while, he'd also have her suck him
clean after he came home from doing some other girl.  Then her high school
boyfriend had her fuck his friends.  For that, the boys called her a slut.
I can't be the only one that finds it strange that teenage boys are
desperate to get laid but bad mouth any girl who gives them what they are
begging for.  I interrupted her monologue, long enough to put my pussy
dampened fingers up to her mouth, this time she hesitated...  "No, no Jean,
no hesitation, smell yourself on my fingers and then get them wetter so I
can get you happier." I moved my fingers up to just touch her nostrils, she
sniffed and before she could take another whiff, or complain, three fingers
were in her mouth.  "That's it, honey, taste that very nice little money
maker, you wanted it slow, well we need wet, wet, fingers to make it slow
and good for you.  That's it run your tongue around each finger then suck
then all now get them nice and wet and we'll go back to talking about your
past." She did, her mouth was flooded with spit and my fingers were
dripping when they cane out of her mouth.  I could feel her spreading her
legs as my hand went back to her puss.  I swear she was wetter even than
her spit when I put my fingers back into her.

   As I was moving my hand slowly in and out of her, she started telling me
about having her baby, working for two brothers who both fucked her and
gave her another $100 a week out of the till.  One day they wanted her to
fuck three of their best customers, she said no, they called the cops about
the "missing" cash, she was arrested, there was a lawyer, he introduced her
to Greg, he said he made a deal to keep her out of jail, paid her debt and
had her working it off for him and fucking him on demand.  By now, she was
very wet, "Let's see, that's your clit, right?" Her grunt acknowledged I
was right, before she whispered I was right.  "Don't worry, we'll get back
to your clit in a minute", I had to reach a little but there was that rough
patch on the roof of her pussy, as I started stroking that area, I could
see the look of surprise on Jean's face.  "Ah, looks like you didn't know
about this, you like your G spot being stroked?  Why don't you clean my
finger's and we'll go your bedroom and see what else I can show you" This
time, there was no hesitation, she had her mouth open and waiting as my
fingers came up to her lips.  As she was licking and sucking, I remarked
that it looks like you may have some skills as a cocksucker, she smiled
around my fingers.

   She was up and pulling on my hand to get me moving towards her bed.  I
let her pull me along just so I could put my hand on that lovely firm ass.
She looked over her shoulder, "You like that?"

   "Oh yes, you are talking to a true ass man, I love looking, touching and
fucking asses, I must be part Greek" That got a little smile out of her. 
"So tell me, what have you been doing since Greg left town?"

   "Nothing, I'm scared to work on my own, I don't know anybody, will you
really take care of us?"

   "If you follow my instructions, you will be on easy street in no time.
I'll warn you right now though, I don't have a lot of rules, but the ones I
do have are rigid, you break any of the rules you will be punished, if you
keep it up, you're out on your ass, there are no third chances here." Now
we were in the bedroom and there wasn't much conversation.  Just
instructions, the usual, Suck, deeper don't gag, keep trying, see it can go
deeper, don't worry, Rose and Liz will show you how, Don't swallow that cum
until you show me, swab your teeth and tongue coat them with my cum.  Look
at yourself in the mirror see how sexy that is.

   Then for the main, "OK honey reach up and grab your toes, yeah bows your
legs right out doesn't it?" Nice thing about this position is that it
tightens up the thigh muscles and they in turn pull on the muscles around
the pussy.  Gives a girl a new sensation and with the bimbos I was getting
to know, a new sensation was worth as much as a backhand to the face ... 
Halfway through our first fuck, I went for the cover-up move, ears, eyes
and nose, they all seemed to like the idea that I was taking all of their
senses away from them, made them realize who was in charge and how easy it
was for me to take care of all their needs.  As Jean came I dropped a big
mouthful of spit I had been working up into her mouth.  She gagged, more in
surprise, but quickly swallowed; as I pulled my face away she followed me
kissing all over my face.

   "Oh, honey, that was a great fuck, you rang all my bells, do you like
me, I mean really like me, can I be your bottom girl?" Bottom girl, this
broad has been a whore for a long time, I'd only read that phrase.  Well,
all whores lie and steal so what's new?  I wasn't there to save her I was
there to make money off her, whatever she wanted to hear.

   "Sure you could be my bottom; if you can out produce my two main ladies.
But don't worry, I do like you, now get down there and suck my dick clean
and we'll see how much I like your lovely, lovely ass." While you're
licking swing your ass up here so I can loosen that ass up." As she swung
around I really had to admire her butt, she was what 32, 36 but it was the
ass of a teenager.  Firm, narrow hipped, so spankable, as I lubed up my
fingers in her pussy, I couldn't resist, I had to give it a couple of light
slaps.  as I slid my well lubed finger into her asshole.  I was happy to
note that there wasn't a mummer of complaint about the ass hits.  As I
eased the second finger in her ass I could tell I wasn't the first one back
there...  "Come up here and tell me who's been fucking your ass" As she
slid around to face me she was blushing.

   "Those two brothers used to like to DP me and I got to like taking it in
the ass.  I can cum from a good ass fucking.  Since then I've been using a
dildo on my butt to have a good time.  I promise you, you will like fucking
my ass as much as I like you doing it to me.  I was so happy when you
mentioned anal, so many people don't like it, and don't want to talk about
it.  I told you, I'll be your bottom girl in more ways than one."

   "All right, since you like to show off your ass, I'm going to lay here
and you're going to fuck me with that sweet ass.

   "You want me to do an enema?

   " I'm not into enemas; unless you got a turd in your asshole, come and
do me."

   "For a young guy, you're a dirty old man, my kind of guy" With that, it
was leg over and ease on down!  Jean enjoyed getting her ass reamed so
much, it almost took the fun out of it for me, but assholes are so nice and
tight!  I'll have to meet those two brothers that had been fucking her in
the past; they did a great job of training her.  Between reaching behind
her to stroke my balls and her other hand stroking her clit, Jean was a
busy girl as she fucked me.  I reached up and grabbed a tit to pull it
close enough to suck.  "That's it suck that tit, thank you, thank you, your
dick is so nice in my ass, do it do it, do it!" If there is anything wrong
with ass fucking it is the ones that have big anal orgasms.  That sphincter
is a strong muscle, and when it spasms you momentarily fear for your dick.
But it sure is good.  Jean lay on my chest with a little more than the head
of my dick in her ass as she kissed my nipples.  'So good, so good, thank
you, thank you, I really needed that"

   After a few minutes I told her to slid off and lick my dick clean and we
can try out her pussy.  Not a complaint, all the way down on my admittedly
soft cock, but a real cleaning job, tongue around the base, licking inside
the foreskin, tongue squeegeeing the whole dick, and then off my cock,
mouth replaced by a warm hand as her tongue cleaned around the base and
licked my balls.  I was hard in record time.  This woman had had a lot of
training or was a natural.  "Oh, honey, if you can get hard this quick, I'm
going to love working for you." Her willingness was a little turnoff for
me, but a willing worker is a moneymaking worker.  I was fucking her dog
fashion, and she had come once already when I pulled our, flipped her over
and buried my dick in her mouth, not a moment of hesitation, she was
sucking at once and when I came she just swallowed as if it was the most
natural thing in the world.

   All of a sudden the party was over, "Oh look at the time, we got to get
dressed, my daughter will be home soon, come on hurry..."

   I cut her off, "Suck it clean and I'm getting dressed, otherwise we meet
your kid naked" With just a millisecond she was down sucking my dick clean,
fast and dirty.  "There, honey, I promise I'll do better next time, but you
got to get dressed and out of hear before Sharon gets home."

   I was happy to be pushed out the back door with instructions about the
alley; I wasn't ready to have Sharon know I was doing her mom.

   That evening I laid my plan out to mom and Liz.  Mom would be Jean's
trainer while Liz and I would do our best to turn her daughter out ...  Liz
was turned on by the idea of being the first to eat a young virgin.  I had
to warn mom that I didn't think there was much that Jean hadn't done, but
between the three of us we could hope to find something new for both mom
and Jean.

   The next day I saw Sharon in school, "My friend says she'll meet you,
she said we can even have sex in front of you, but only if you're naked
too!" Immediate rejection of that idea!  "Look, Sharon, Liz says the only
way she's getting naked in front of a stranger is if they are naked too. 
Liz says, if she wants to watch us, I want to watch her.  She's not asking
you to join us, she just thinks, that if you're nude there is less chance
of some sort of blackmail or laughing or something.  If you don't want to,
I understand, I'm still going to her place Saturday afternoon and we're
going to have a great time, with or without you.  You've got till Friday to
make up our mind."

   Sure enough on Thursday Sharon grabbed me between classes, "Well what do
you two actually do?"

   "Look Sharon, we have sex, we suck and fuck we use a lot of different
positions, standing, kneeling, girl on top girl on bottom, what ever turns
us on at the time.  If it feels good we try it"

   "All I have to do is be naked; no one's going to grab me?

   "Last time, little girl, you just have to be naked, we take off all of
our clothes, you take off all of yours.  You get to look at us, we get to
look at you.  You are not going to be forced into doing anything you don't
want to.  Now that's it, this conversation is over!  Let me know, yes or
no?"

   "Yes" softly but a yes, we've got her!

   "OK, I'll pick you up at the snack shop at 1:30 Sat.  afternoon"

   By Friday Liz had the spy cams set up in the living room and the bed
room.  All three of us wanted these two, me for the money, Liz for the
virgin pussy, and mom for the chance to break in a new girl.

   Friday at noon, Jean rang our doorbell; mom was primed and just had a
negligee on, me I was dressed teenager, baggy clothes.  "Ah right on time,
I want you to meet Rose, she's going to go over a few things with you and
we'll both be showing you how we want out johns treated.  Rose this is
Jean, she's here for her tryout" A little chit chat and I suggested we move
to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable, Jean wanted a drink and I
poured her a nice big glass of scotch while mom and I just had water.  Once
in the bedroom, mom took charge.

   "Peter's told me he told you about undressing slowly so let's see what
you got", while talking mom was moving the bedspread and turning down the
sheets, she grabbed a couple of extra pillows and put them on the floor
next to the bed.  Then she sat down and patted the bed next to her, I
joined her as we watched Jean slowly take off her clothes.  "Very nicely
done, now come here and take off my negligee for me.  I just sat and
watched as Jean got a very sultry sort of a smile on her face as she slowly
waked over to mom.  Jean leaned over so her boobs were right nn mom's face
and then she lightly slid the flimsy garment off of mom's shoulders.  When
it was down to mom's elbows Jean lowered herself to her knees in front of
mom and softly asked mom to stand.  Jean was very good, when mom stood up
the negligee fell to the floor and Jean's face was right against mom's
pussy.  Jean just leaned in and pressed her lips to mom's snatch as it they
had been pussy sisters for years.  I watched as Jean slowly kissed and
probed with her tongue as her hands came slowly up to caress mom's ass as
she pulled her closer.

   "Oh you smell and taste so fresh, so sweet, and so nicely trimmed, I'm
one happy girl!" Her performance had sort of taken both our breaths away.
Mom was first to regain some control,"

   OK up you go, over my knees lets explore your ass," I swear Jean must
have had ballet training, the graceful way she rose from her knees.

   "Oh if you're going to spank me, does that mean Peter's going to fuck me
in the ass again?  He knows I like it, can I eat you while he fucks me?"
Mom wet her finger and slid it into Jean's asshole.  "Oh, that's nice, but
slowly at first please." Neither mom and I were used to anyone this easy,
mom started slowly spanking her.  At first it was an almost friendly
spanking, but mom wanted to be sure Jean knew who was in charge.  Pretty
soon the slaps came fast and furious, from the side I could see Jean
wincing.

   "Alright Rose, that's enough, Jean's shown she can take a spanking" By
now mom had her blood up; it was as if I hadn't said a word.  I grabbed her
wrist on the downswing.  "I said that's enough!" One more and I'll tie you
to the bed and take a belt to your pussy!" That got her attention; she
remembered how long Liz complained after I whipped her pussy.

   "I'm sorry, Jean you have a lovely ass.  It's made to be spanked.  I got
carried away; if you like you can spank me later."

   "OK Rose, feel how nice that asshole is", mom inserted one finger and
when she felt how receptive Jean's ass was she quickly inserted another.

   "Oh honey, I thought I liked being cornholed, but you're the champ."
Watching Jean's face I could tell mom was pushing too hard.

   "All right girls, that's enough, Jean lick Rose's fingers clean and
let's work on your cocksucking." And there I was again sacrificing my
youthful manhood for strictly commercial reasons.  If mom hadn't gone down
on me an hour before Jean showed up I would have been a goner.  I've said
it before and I'll say it again, when you have two good looking middle aged
bimbos kneeling before you and playing with your dick, the feeling of power
is almost more than the sex.  Jean was making me a little nervous, what
ever we said, she'd do, suck, fuck eat pussy, lick assholes, without
hesitation she went down on my dick fresh out of mom's ass and finished by
sucking mom's asshole so hard, you almost had to fear for a vacuum. 
Afterward she and mom finished up with a heart warming 69.  No, I'm not
being funny; you could see that both ladies loved eating each other's
pussy. I just laid and watched, patted an ass or two, copped a tit, but
really was just a bystander.

   We ran through the pricing again, added prices for girl on girl and had
her and mom set to go on a double next Tuesday at the Roadbuilder's
convention.  I told them that they would surly get some extra dates while
there, but there never is any price cutting!  Never!  Now, Jean, just
remember, always get the money up front.  I get half the date money, and
until you pay off your debt I get 25% of the tip money.  Don't ever fuck
with the money!  Rose here will tell you how I crushed this one whore's tit
for holding out!  Don't you be the second one!  I hate doing that shit! 
I'm going over the rest of the ground rules for you one more time.

   "This is a business.

   Tips are part of your overhead, ten bucks to a doorman, 20 to a
bartender waiter, 25% tip on the cabfare.  Remember, be nice to barmen and
doormen, you may need them one night.

   No drugs on the job, ever!  No boozing while working, White wine if the
john insists.

   No freebies on a date, no dating the johns.  You want to date on your
night off, fine but don't hurt the business.

   No flashy cloths, no flashy cars.  You want a Lexus, buy the top Toyota.

   This is a time limited career.  We're here to make as much money as
possible in as short a period of time.

   Save your money and buy an apartment building, something to fall back
on.

   You fuck this up for us, you will be one sorry little cunt before you
die.

   OK, end of speech; you want to go out to eat with us?"

   "Look at the time, I've got to get home for my daughter, I'll be here
Tuesday 7 PM sharp" And with that quickly dressed, a comb through her hair,
glance at the mirror and out the door.  I made my mind up that I was going
to spend a weekend with that cunt as soon as we turned her daughter out.

   After she left mom and I talked, "Mom you've got to control that
whipping thing, I was happy when you laid into Liz, but you were way too
hard on this one, we'll have to look for some johns who are unto that shit
and you can Bugaloo on their asses for a while and more money.  Does this
Jean scare you a little, she almost seems too willing?  We'll check her out
Tuesday before she goes out with you." Mom agreed that Jean acted like a
long time whore, not just some part-timer.  She specifically didn't say a
word about hitting people; I'll just have to watch her.  We both agreed
that we'd wait and see; the thought of all that money with the mother
daughter combo was more than we could resist.

   Saturday I woke mom when I got up and had her suck me off, what ever was
going to happen latter in the day I wanted to be long winded about it.  As
we were having breakfast mom sort of laughed, "You know, I know you had me
suck you off so you would be able to handle both Liz and your girl friend
and I have to admit I find it a turn on to have you use me like that. 
Anytime you want me to help you fuck someone else, you just ask me, I love
helping my son the pimp.  Never thought I would think of myself as a whore,
and I never did when Greg was running me, but now that it's you, I'm proud
to be my son's bottom whore!  What ever you want, no matter what, you ask
me, I'll do it for you, just so you know." Are you supposed to be
embarrassed or ashamed to hear something like that?  Not me I was proud
that my mom knew that she was MY whore and I was her pimp.

   I double checked with Liz that she was all set, had on the nightgown I
had picked, had iced soft drinks, and snacks, radio on the right station,
we had decided that if Sharon started to come on to our sex games we would
offer her a glass of white wine, the wine had just a Milli trace of Viagra
added to it.  If she was going to fall this first time, I had hopes the
chemical would be enough to push her over the edge.  I deliberately left
for the snack shop late, wanted to keep Sharon on her toes.  When I arrived
I was driving Liz's car, a 3 year old ford.

   I had guessed right, the car was impressing Sharon more than I ever
could.  "No, it'd not mine, my friend let's me use it once in a while,
you're going to like her, she's very nice.  Now remember no last names, I
don't want you or her bothering each other after today unless you both want
it." It was pretty quiet in the car for the short ride to Liz's.  Liz lived
over a store that was closed on the weekend so there was no traffic as we
pulled up.  A short flight of stairs and I was knocking on the door.  I
could feel Sharon getting nervous and gently grabbed her hand, "Don't
worry, this is going to be a nice thing" When Liz opened the door
everything was just about perfect, just as we had discussed.  After our
'talk', Liz really followed orders.  Her apartment had the curtains drawn
against the afternoon light, and what sunlight that came around the edges
of the curtains gave the place a soft golden glow.  There was just the hint
of perfume in the room; I had made Liz switch from Taboo to White
Shoulders. Taboo was too heavy for a whore, a wife or girlfriend could spot
it a day later.  The White Shoulders gave the place a nice friendly sort of
summer scent.  Coupled with the soft lighting, Liz's negligee which was
sort of a yellow/bronze color was just perfect, the tinted lighting made it
hard to see where Liz started and the negligee left off.  And what you
think you can see is much sexier than what you actually see.

   Liz stepped right up to bat, "Oh honey, so good to see you, I've missed
you." And that followed with a full body hug and a kiss that left no doubt
that Liz and I were intimate.  "And you must be Sharon, Peter's friend,
just call me Liz, I'm so glad you could come over, I've never done anything
like this before, I mean making love in front of someone.  I didn't want to
but Peter said I had to and he always gets his way.  You know how men are"
And with that she quickly laid a light kiss on Shanon's cheek.  Liz walked
us over to the couch and got us some soft drinks while she poured herself a
glass of red wine.  Then Liz started on Sharon, "Peter says you wanted to
see us have sex, I've never done that before but like I told Peter, I'll
only do ir if you take off your clothes too.  I'm not going to be the only
naked lady in the room.' With that she turned away from Sharon and kissed
me again.  Liz stood, "would you like me to help you take off your clothes,
if you let me, I'll let you help undress Peter." I swear I saw Sharon
shiver!  "No then, OK you get down to your bra and panties and I'll drop my
nightgown, then as you take off the rest, I'll strip out boy here." I
thought sure Sharon was going to bolt for the door, but off came the tee
shirt and jeans.  Liz stepped away from the couch, turned and facing us
slowly let he only piece of clothing fall to the floor.  Then equally
slowly she walked in front of me and knelt on one knee as she removed my
shoes and socks.  As Liz stood up, she reached for my hand and pulled me up
from the couch.  "Now, I'm taking off his shirt you had better get your bra
off." Up went Sharon's hands behind her back and when I got my head out of
the neck hole on my sweater there was a very nice topless teenager,
blushing like crazy.  "If you want, I could slip your panties off for you
and then we could both take his pants off." A big shake of Sharon's head.
She wasn't ready for that yet.  Once again Liz slipped to her knees and
started undoing my belt and zipper She pulled both pants and underpants
down in one pull, and signaled for me to step out of them, as I did each
leg I used Liz's head to steady myself, more for the feeling of power it
gave me, than fear of falling.  When I looked at Sharon she was wedged in
the corner of the couch trying to cover all of herself, problem was of
course, every time she would move a knee to cover this, that, would get
exposed "Once again Liz was the ringmaster, "Look honey, we agreed we would
all be naked, you've got to get used to the idea that Peter and I are
going, no want to see your body, just like you want to see ours.  Come on
now stand up next to me, we'll give the lord and master a treat." I'm sure
that sounded humorous to Sharon, but in Liz's case it was the truth.  Well
this lord and master did get a kick out of seeing the two of them side by
side, Sharon was actually blushing from head to food, and Liz was grinning
like a banshee.  She was really getting off on this.  Liz grabbed Sharon's
hand and turned them face to face or more like tit to tit.  Sharon's tits
almost came up to Liz's and they made a nice picture.

   "Now you sit here and watch" As she pushed Sharon onto the couch next to
me, Liz slipped to her knees and was reaching for my cock.  "You're lucky,
you get to see a blow job before you have to do one, now watch and learn."
With that Liz proceeded to show her whole professional bag of tricks on my
dick, no one can resist it.  My dick was gasoline and her mouth was a
match. Then Liz surprised me, she reached over and slowly drew Sharon's
hand to her cheek.  Then she pushed my dick inside her mouth to that cheek
so Sharon could feel my dick inside of Liz's mouth.  I heard Sharon gasp
and start to jerk away but Liz held her hand there so she could feel my
dick moving inside or Liz's mouth.  Then she slid Sharon's fingers down her
cheek so they touched the wetness where her mouth joined my dick.  Shit, I
was holding my breath!  But Liz pressed on; she opened her mouth even wider
and put one of Sharon's fingers inside her mouth with my dick.  Liz did a
few up and downs on both of us.  Then she lifted off both of us, too soon
for me and very possibly not to soon for Sharon.

   Liz set back on her heels and said, "That's a basic blow job, there are
more tricks but that's the main idea.  Some girls don't like it, me, I love
it.  Look!  "With that she spread her knees and showed Sharon a glistening
pussy.  "See how wet I get from doing it?  I love sex, all of it, and you
should too." There was no doubt in my mind that if Sharon had at least her
bra and panties she would have been flying out the door, but with Liz in
front of her and between her and her clothes she had to stay.  "Now for the
good part" With that Liz was on her hands and knees facing Sharon, "Get
behind me and do me, Peter" I was off the couch, and behind Liz in a
second, as I eased my wet dick into her always ready pussy, Liz let out a
contented sigh.  After a couple of strokes, Liz's head was between Sharon's
knees.

   It was my time to direct, "Sharon, slide forward, let Liz see you up
close" It took a few more slow strokes before Sharon eased forward a little
ways.  Liz was blowing right on Liz's puss and I watched as Liz spread her
legs a little wider.  "Come on Sharon slide closer, give Liz what she
needs" As Liz moved a little, I hunched up on Liz forcing her face into
Sharon's crotch.

   After a bit I could see Liz was licking Sharon's pussy, Sharon's face
was exciting to look at, sort of frightened, and then intrigued, then a
part smile followed by a touch of fear.  Great to watch.  Now Liz had
lifted her hands off the floor and was resting them, so softly, on Sharon's
thighs.  In another couple of minutes Liz reached for Sharon's hand and
placed it on top of her own head.  Now Sharon was frozen, she wouldn't even
look down at her hand where it laid on Liz's head.

   But now Liz's tongue was working its magic, I could see Liz starting to
sweat.  "Go on Sharon, don't be afraid, move Liz's head to where it makes
you feel best." It took a few more minutes and Sharon started directing
Liz's head, to the point where she willingly brought her other hand up to
really direct her own pleasure.

   When I heard Sharon telling and directing Liz I knew we had her.  "Right
there, deeper, no higher..." I moved from Liz's puss to slowly fill her
ass. It didn't take long for me to build up speed ...  Now Liz was bouncing
off of Sharon's puss and Sharon's tits were bouncing with all the motion.
And I was pounding Liz as fast as I could.  We got lucky and actually had a
three way simultaneous orgasm!  I was leaning over Liz, trying to catch my
breath, and casually reached out to caress Sharon's boobs.  Besides their
natural teen age resilience they seemed to be pulsing with Sharon's first
big girl's orgasm, a wonderful sensation!  I hadn't planned on doing that,
but Sharon seemed to enjoy it, of course she was coming down from her first
outside induced orgasm so who knew if she even noticed?

   After a bit, I started to pull all the way out of Liz, "No stay, it
feels so good to have you inside of me." That comment sort of brought
Sharon back to the living.  She jerked her hands away from Liz's head.  Liz
looked up with a juice covered face and said "No put your hands back, I
like the feel of you controlling me that was so good, I think my tongue
came!"

   As Sharon cautiously returned her hands to Liz's hair, Liz grabbed one
and started kissing and licking it, I don't know if you tried it but having
your hand and fingers given a tongue bath is quite an erotic sensation.  As
I watched Sharon's eyes do their saucer imitation I pulled out of Liz,
those two saucers stared at my dick, I guess expecting it to be bloody or
at least shit covered.  Normally that would be Liz's time to swing around
and suck my dick clean, but we had decided that we would bring Sharon along
slowly.  "Oh ladies, that was so good, Sharon your presence made our sex
even better than usual, thank you, I'm going to go clean up"

   When I came back from my quick whore's bath, visions of sugarplums were
dancing in my head.  Liz had Sharon in her lap with an arm around her and
was nursing Sharon.  Sharon had two hands on the boob she was sucking. 
Correction she was suckling not sucking, except for her size, Sharon was
doing a perfect imitation of a baby on a teat.  As I got closer I could see
Liz's other hand buried in Sharon's cunt.  Liz was sort of crooning a
lullaby of sex, "That's my baby, let momma make you feel good, suck mamma's
tit and mamma will make your pussy feel so good.  Come on now, spread your
legs a little wider and I'll show you where your G spot is.  No, no, don't
stop nursing; keep sucking, how else will mamma know you feel good?  That's
a good girl, no biting now, you bite, mamma will spank her bad little girl,
but you're a good little girl aren't you?" Sharon nodded yes; bur never
took her lips off the tit she was sucking.  Sharon started moaning and
breathing fast, Liz must have zeroed in on her "spot".  Right after Sharon
came she lifted her head and kissed Liz like she had just received the holy
grail.

   "Thank you, thank you, that was wonderful' Liz pulled back and slowly
opened her legs, as Sharon sank to the floor, Liz asked," You're going to
make your momma happy now, aren't you, just try a little taste see if you
like it" Every so often you will see a woman go into sort of a sexual
trance.  If you are gentle and soothing you can lead them into doing
anything, as long as it leads to more pleasure.  This was one of those
times for Sharon, as she touched the floor she swiveled to face Liz's cunt.
As smooth as a snake her head and lips went forward to taste this new thing
in front of her.  She had just had a very talented cunt licker do her so
she didn't need a lot of direction.  Liz had both hands on her ears but
Sharon didn't need much in the way of direction, she had found a home, it
was warm, it smelled like a place she belonged and she was making mamma
happy, what more could a little girl want?  Well we were about to find out,
my dick had been hard from the minute I saw Sharon doing her nursing.