“Come on, Melanie. It’ll be fine.”

The Asian girl hesitated as she lingered with her friend at the entrance to the hotel. Melanie had been dubious right from the beginning when Amy had originally suggested this to her, and as the days had passed and she’d had time to dwell on it, she’d only become more and more nervous about the whole situation.

“He’s fine, really kind, you’ll have fun, trust me!”

If anyone had thought anything unusual about the two school aged girls, out of uniform, on a school day hanging around the commercial district, they did not say anything. Melanie was wearing a floral print sun dress that came down to mid-thigh on her, along with little sandals and her glasses, whereas Amy had opted for a more sporty look; sports shorts that showed off most of her legs, a short sleeved t-shirt, and running shoes with white tube socks.

“Come on, you big baby.”

Spurred into action by the gentle teasing of her best friend, Melanie walked in through the automatic sliding doors of the hotel door into the chilled air inside. It was a hot day, and even in clothes designed for this sort of weather, Melanie was starting to feel sweaty. She followed Amy sheepishly across the marble and carpet lobby to the elevators, and waited patiently for the elevator to arrive. She knew that Amy had been doing this for almost a year now, seeing older men in hotel rooms. They’d been friends for as long as she could remember, so when Amy had started doing this Melanie was the first one that she’d told. At first, Melanie had been a bit grossed out by the idea, even if she still loved her friend. But then she saw that Amy usually had enough money to buy clothes and the latest phones, and had become a little more accepting of what Amy was doing, and curious about what it must be like.

They took the elevator up to a floor in the middle of the high-rise building. Amy led them out and down a hallway, checking the details that she had been sent on her phone as they walked past the numbered doors. She stopped outside of one of the doors and turned to look at Melanie. “This is it,” she said as she reached out and rapped gently on the door. Melanie heard movement from behind the door, then a man opened it and smiled at them. He was older; Melanie would have guessed about mid-forties, white, and dressed in a crisp business suit that looked like it had just been dry-cleaned and put on moments before.

“Hi Amy, wonderful to see you again”, he said, leaning down and reaching in to kiss her gently on the neck. “Is this your friend?” he asked as he straightened back up, stood to the side of the door and let them pass. “I’m John,” he said by way of introduction. Melanie understood that that was almost certainly a false name he used when he was travelling and having girls visit him, but of all the things that were going on, the idea of him using a false name wasn’t what made her nervous.

Amy grabbed Melanie’s hand and gently pulled her into the hotel room. It was nothing particularly special or luxurious, just a studio room with a view mostly of other high-rises, but it was comfortable looking and it had a freshly made king sized bed in the middle of it. “Can I get you girls something, or would you like to start?” the man asked as he shut the door behind them. Amy walked with Melanie to the centre of the room and smiled back. “No, I think we’re ready to begin, aren’t you Mel?” she asked.

Melanie just nodded slowly, feeling very conspicuous now with the door shut. She and Amy had discussed what John wanted to see, of course, so that there would be no surprises. Apart from asking them to not wear makeup, and dress casually and for the weather he hadn’t had any particular requests for how they should look other than to “look cute, like you Asian girls always do.” Melanie’s hair had been cut into a shoulder length bob, the cheapest and therefore best haircut in the eyes of her parents, but Amy had her straight black hair pulled back in a ponytail that reached down her back and ended between her shoulderblades.

Still, she jumped a little when Amy took both of her hands, pressing her body against her own and kissed her on the mouth. Melanie had never even had a proper romantic kiss before, let alone the other things that they were planning, but it sure did feel nice. She supposed that Amy had had a lot of practice with many men in places like this, so she just let her friend take the lead, opening her mouth slightly as Amy pushed her tongue up against Melanie’s lips.

The two girls kissed for a couple of minutes, as John sat down with a glass of whisky and undid his belt, pulling his pants off and sitting in an armchair naked from the waist down, holding his glass with one hand while with the other he cradled and rubbed his balls until his shaft got thick and hard. Melanie stole little glances of it as she and Amy kissed, glad to see that John was shaved and hairless down there. She’d looked at some pictures online of penises to get prepared for what she was going to do, and they were her favourite; they looked so clean compared to the ugly and hairy ones that she had seen.

As if Amy had noticed that she had been looking at John from the corner of her eye, she let go of Melanie’s hands and started rubbing her sides through her dress, still kissing even as she started to grab at her hips and rub up and down, pulling the dress up and exposing more of Melanie’s thighs and even giving John a few flashes of her panties. Melanie knew what she was doing, recognised the cue, and grabbed the bottom of Amy’s shirt, pulling it up gently, revealing her tummy and her plain white bra that was keeping her B-cup breasts in, before Amy stepped back and lifted her arms, letting the shirt get pulled off completely.

With Amy’s shirt off, now it was Melanie’s turn. Amy’s hands balled into little fists as she grabbed the sun dress, lifting it up higher and higher as Melanie pulled the same manoeuvre, lifting her arms and allowing it to be completely pulled off until she was standing in nothing but her matching bra and panties set, white cotton covering both her tiny little A-cups and her hips. “That’s great girls,” John interrupted them as he watched the two of them go at it, Amy grabbing Melanie again and pulling their now half naked bodies together, giving her another smooch. “What do you want, my bra or my shorts next?”, Amy said, turning and giving John a big grin.

“The bra, honey. Then the shorts,” John said, grinning back.

Melanie blushed a little, knowing that soon enough it would be her turn to have the same done to her. She pushed her body against Amy, their breasts pressing into one another even though Amy was slightly taller, and reached around her friend’s back to pop off the hooks keeping her bra on. To her surprise, Amy did the same thing back to her, and before she knew what was happening she felt the bra snap free at the back, felt Amy’s hands brushing the shoulder straps down off of her shoulders until the only thing left keeping them on was the other girl’s body pressing against it.

“Nice!”, said John. By now his shaft was fully erect, although he had been careful not to touch it yet, anxious to avoid getting off to early to this display. “But lose the bras, ok? I would really love to see those pretty tits rubbing against each other”, he said. “Melanie, what size are they?”

“A cup,” Melanie said, a little embarrassed at how she was smaller than her friend, pushing away and letting their underwear fall to the floor, now naked just like Amy from the waist up. She looked to Amy and blushed, going to slide her thick-rimmed glasses from her face, a little bit self-conscious about the functional but geeky glasses that her parents had insisted on. “No”, John interrupted her as she reached for them. “They’re perfect, just like your boobs. They really bring out your pretty eyes. Leave them on”, he said, smiling at her. “Now, as cute as those little football shorts are on Amy, don’t you think they need to go?” he continued.

Melanie nodded, if only because she felt that if she had to be standing there in just her panties and her shoes, so should Amy. Her hands went down to the elastic waistband of Amy’s shorts and tugged experimentally on them. “They’re tight,” she complained, but with a bit of effort she managed to pull them down over Amy’s hips as Amy giggled, gravity doing the rest as they fell down around her ankles.

“Very nice, girls,” John said as he watched. “Why don’t you rub boobs for a bit? Melanie, this is your first time doing this, isn’t it? What do you think?”

Melanie blushed at the personal question, feeling it a little more invasive even than the fact that she was standing in nothing but her sandals and her panties as Amy obediently ground her body against her, feeling Amy’s nipples rubbing over her own sensitive dark little areolae, her skin tingling despite the anxiety of the situation. Melanie was sure that Amy would be able to feel her heart thudding in her chest, despite the way that everything had gone to plan so far, this was still a pretty intimidating situation for her. “Uhh, it’s okay, I guess?” she said hesitantly.

John laughed. “Nervous and scared huh? I don’t blame you,” he said. “I remember the first time I hired a girl. Try to relax okay, after this you’ll wonder why you were so nervous. Why don’t you tell me about yourself? What’s your favourite subject at school? What do you want to do when you’re older?” John knew that sometimes a bit of idle chit chat like this helped the girls relax a little.

“Uh, well, I’m good at math but my favourite subject would have to be chemistry,” Melanie said, her face red as Amy wrapped her arms around her shoulders, buried her face in Melanie’s neck and kept grinding and rubbing. Melanie was deeply envious of how well endowed her friend was compared to her own little breasts, but John didn’t seem to mind. “I want to go to the science university once I am finished school,” she added.

“An Asian girl who is good at math!” John smirked. “But then I guess you girls work harder and study harder than us Brits… I have no doubt that you’ll probably own the company that my son works for by the time you’re old enough,” he mused. “Why don’t you girls come over here and get on your knees in front of me?” John asked as he scooted forward in his chair with his legs wide open and wide apart.

Amy broke their embrace, and smiled at Melanie as she got down on her knees between John’s legs, leaving room for Melanie as well. Melanie sheepishly got down as well, feeling somehow even more dirty for the fact that she had her panties still on, knowing that John had specially requested that. With practiced ease, Amy leaned forward and grabbed at the cock and showed it to Melanie. “Okay, the first thing you have to do Mel is check that he’s clean down here”, she said as she lifted his shaft to examine it from all angles for blemishes or sores. John sat passively as Amy inspected him and allowed Melanie to do the same. “Obviously, since he shaves that makes it easier,” she grinned.

The next thing that Melanie knew, Amy had leant forward and taken John’s cock into her mouth. Melanie watched as Amy grabbed the base of John’s shaft and rubbed her lips back and forth, bobbing her head up and down. John let out a long sigh of contentment and leaned back a little. “Fuck, you’ve been practicing since last time,” he sighed as Amy expertly worked him, looking up at him with her eyes but reaching down with her spare arm to hold Melanie’s hand as she worked at the cock.

“This is great,” John said after a minute, “But what I’d really love is both of you at once. How about you two kiss like you did before, with my cock in between the two of you?” Melanie nodded as Amy slipped the cock out of her mouth and presented it again to Melanie for inspection. The head of his cock was covered in saliva, and his foreskin which covered him completely and even extended into a little trunk at the tip, which was already covered in a little white droplet of pre. The cock smelled like body lotion, even though he’d been wearing the suit when they arrived. Melanie guessed that he’d showered just before they’d arrived and paid particular attention to cleaning his cock, something that she appreciated. Melanie closed her eyes and leaned forward, her mouth open, ready to kiss.

Her lips made contact with Amy’s lips at the same time that her teeth brushed against a man’s cock for the first time. John twitched a little at the contact as she felt Amy’s tongue probing past the cock head, searching for her lips. She opened her eyes and saw Amy less than an inch from her own face, her eyes closed as she concentrated on the task at hand. John groaned. “Gentle,” he hissed, his face contorted in pleasure as the two girls kissed his cock at the same time. “No teeth honey, just your lips and tongue,” he moaned as he gripped hard onto the armrests of the chair. Melanie nodded, backing off a little, brushing her lips against the shaft still as the tips of hers and Amy’s tongues danced with each other.

John lay back, sighing with pleasure as the duelling tongues of the two girls wrapped around the underside of his cock head, the tip of his cock now practically dribbling pre as the sight of the two schoolgirls working him in almost the lewdest way possible unfolded in front of him. “Fuck. Uh, don’t make me cum now girls,” he said with just the barest hint of desperation in his voice. “Get back up and open your mouths, both of you?”

Melanie got back up, kneeling in front of him, bare chested, and opened her mouth wide just the same as Amy did. It felt vaguely ridiculous to be acting this way, it was fake; she knew it, Amy knew it, and she was pretty sure that John knew it. There was no way that she’d be here if she weren’t going to be paid for it. But at the same time it felt kind of sexy and empowering, to be able to play this role. She watched as Amy got back to work on the cock, ducking her head for a few seconds on it before John pulled it out of her mouth and offered it to Melanie.

She looked up at John as he pointed the organ at her, smeared with saliva and pre already. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised as Melanie gingerly leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head. John let out an encouraging little sigh of pleasure. “That’s right,” he said as Amy looked excitedly at her friend sucking her first cock. Amy rubbed at the small of Melanie’s bare back as Melanie got used to the fleshy taste on her tongue. “Don’t try to do too much,” Amy warned. “Just suck gently and it’ll feel great”.

Melanie obliged, closing her eyes and concentrating as she sucked her cheeks in, tasting the pre leaking out of John’s weird foreskin smearing into her tongue. The taste was odd, a mixture of salty and bitter, but it wasn’t that unpleasant. She looked up just in time to see John lean forward and gently caress the back of her head, stroking her hair as her cheeks sucked in and out as she tried her hardest to give him pleasure.

“That’s great,” John moaned as he stroked her hair. “Come closer, just relax your mouth and let me do the work if you want,” he said as he guided her head closer, sliding his cock forward across her tongue. “Yes, that’s it, just relax and let me know if it gets uncomfortable,” he murmured as he started flexing his hips, pushing the sensitive spot just under the head of his cock up and down her warm, wet tongue, gasping with pleasure as he ever so gently fucked her mouth. Amy took Melanie’s wrists and guided them to her ankles, wrapping her fingers around them so that Melanie’s back arched slightly, pushing her chest and tiny little breasts up towards John.

After about a minute, John let out a sigh and pulled his cock back out of Melanie’s mouth. She looked up at him, about to ask him a question, when suddenly a thick warm rope of semen shot out onto her unsuspecting and unprepared face. Melanie let out a little gasp as she felt the warm goo shoot onto her cheek, frozen in place with shock as the second spurt came out, over the bridge of her nose and over one of the lenses of her glasses. She pulled back instinctively after that, the third and much smaller shot missing her face entirely and landing on her bare chest.

“Sorry,” John said a little sheepishly as Melanie looked up at him with her messy face. “I thought… I could hold out a little longer than that.” Melanie wasn’t too annoyed with that, since it meant that they were done now, so she nodded. “It’s okay,” she said as she pulled her glasses off and wiped the blob of semen off the lens so that she could see properly before putting them back on again.

Amy grinned at her. “Looks like you’re the new favorite,” she teased as she leaned forward and sucked the rest of the cum off of John’s deflating cock as Melanie awkwardly stood up, feeling the sticky ooze run down her face. “Why don’t you take a shower?” John suggested as Melanie took a step back and looked at herself in the mirror. The cum glistened on her skin, and for a moment she felt a rush of shame and a rush of pride all at the same time for having done this. “Yeah, sure,” she agreed, scooping up her discarded clothes and then walking into the bathroom, peeling off her panties before stepping in and giving herself a good wash.

When Melanie emerged, dressed in her sundress once more, Amy was sitting on John’s lap. Her shorts were back on, but not her bra or her t-shirt, and John was gently tracing his fingers over her running shoes as they chatted and giggled together. “I didn’t know you were into that,” Amy was saying as Melanie entered the room. “Sure, I would, next time?” She turned to look at Melanie. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes I am, but you’re not,” Melanie said. She was eager to finish this business and get going. Now that she had had time to stop and think, possibilities were running through her head. She wasn’t sure what her parents would be more upset about if she were caught; the idea that she had just prostituted herself, or the idea that she had skipped school in order to do it. Amy gave an exaggerated smile and kissed John on the forehead, standing up and putting her bra back on. “Gimme a message next time you’re in town,” she said as she pulled her t-shirt back on over the top of it. John smiled, getting up and going to his wallet, opening it up and pulling out two £100 banknotes. “Here you go girls,” he said as he held them out.

Amy took hers greedily, stuffing it into her bra, while Melanie was a little more circumspect as she took it and looked closely. It was a lot of money, obviously. She had no idea how she’d be able to deposit foreign currency into her account, but she trusted that Amy would know how to do that. “Thanks,” she said a little sheepishly. She was beginning to understand why Amy did this, now.

The rest of it went quickly. John seemed to want them to go almost as much as Melanie wanted to go and put her money somewhere safe, and after a quick kiss on the cheek, its chastity ridiculous after what they’d just done, they were ushered out into the hotel corridor.

“How was that?” Amy asked, as they walked back to the elevators.

“Kinda weird,” Melanie admitted. “But I can see the appeal.” She was still clutching the money in her fist.

“Yeah, it was like that my first time too,” Amy said as the elevator arrived and the two girls got in. “You get used to it. You interested in doing it again?”