Sandy Shows us the Ropes
Sunday morning we were in a bit of a tizzy. We wanted to connect with Ty, but we needed to get downtown to meet Sandy too. We debated what to wear. One thought was that we go professional so that we could seem credible about our business idea and that we were doing market research. Another idea was to tart ourselves up to look the part. Or split the difference? We went with kind of a blended approach. Pretty, but demure. Well-tailored clothes that emphasize our bodies, but that provide coverage too. You know? Like, a tight top that goes up to your neck, tight pants that don't really show camel-toe. A little makeup to look pretty, but not like a streetwalker. I thought we looked lovely.
Daddy drove us downtown and we told him to wait in the car on the street while we went up to Sandy's condo. He asked us what we were doing, and we said we were having a business meeting, and that maybe he shouldn't ask so many questions if he wanted us to play nice later. Nice Daddy. So demure when he's afraid that his teenage pussy supply might shut off.
When we got upstairs I knocked lightly and the door swung open. With some trepidation, we stepped inside and found, behind the open door, the tall and leggy Sandy.
"Hey girls, welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games." Daddy liked Guns and Roses so I got the reference, but Trang just looked confused, asking "What kind of games?"
Sandy rolled her eyes and shut the door behind us. It was a nice place. Not a place where someone would necessarily live though? Looked like a bit of a sex dungeon in here. Sure, there's a bed, but some kooky looking apparatus that was like a chair hanging from the ceiling but with like bondage implements. Speaking of which, there were whips, chains, paddles -- you name it -- hanging on the walls. No dildos or strapons though.
"Coffee, water?" Sandy asked.
She had a seductive voice. Kind of sultry and deep. Fake tits looked pretty good, but not as bouncy as Jenna's really boobies. We said yes to water and took seats on the couch. I took out a notepad and pencil. With my glasses on I looked like a cub reporter. I looked up online the best practices for dealing with ... professionals, so I left an envelope of cash on the table.
"So you ladies are looking for the kind of kinky action that only Sandy can offer in this crappy town?" She smiled as she asked.
"Well, we really just want to learn the business, ma'am," I smiled back.
"Oh! This is a consulting gig! Well why didn't you say so! I thought you all were either looking to fuck or save me from my life of indiscretions!" She laughed heartily. "We'll see ... well look, if you want me to give you advice about fucking for dollars, I'm happy, but I need to see what we're working with. You all look like Amish accountants or some shit, not like ripe saucy little sluts. Show Sandy what you got under there, under those high necked shirts and long skirts. I can see this one has some nice cans." She gestured at Jenna.
We are not unfamiliar with nudity, dear reader. And we've been naked in some weird situations. Taking off clothes in this downtown condo with a friendly and jovial woman seemed not so bad. But I did eye the clock -- we were on a time budget here. Time is money!
"I'll go first," I said, as I stood and started unbuttoning my high-necked blouse.
"Come on girls, you know the drill, and you heard the lady. Off with those skirts and tops!"
We stood together, lined up in front of the couch and under the expert eye of our new coach.
My top was first off, and she whistled at my little tits.
"Girl, men go crazy for that young look you have. Sweet face, pouty, little perky tits. Amazing. If you shave your box too then you are gold."
I smiled and felt pretty good about my youthful appearance, as I unzipped my skirt and lowered it together with my panties.
"Sweet," was all Sandy said.
In tandem Jenna and Trang were unbuttoning their crisp white shirts, and then they slid off their skirts and panties too. Sandy asked us to see us braless too. Jenna's tits were especially spectacular!
"Girls, I could sell you for liaisons, dinner dates, overnights, you name it, and get top dollar too. You are all so young and hot as fuck. You're age of consent right? I'm not looking at underage women, right?"
We nodded emphatically -- we had ID, we were cool. We just looked young for our ages. The shaved cunnies that me and Jenna had plus our generally youthful looks and nice skin make people underestimate us. And Trang was so tiny and cute, I could see how you wouldn't know she was 18 without ID. For sure.
"So what do you do? I mean, do you suck, fuck, are you bi, what are you into?"
I felt like the ringleader so I kept speaking for everyone.
"Ma'am, I said, we suck cocks, swallow, spit, swap, you name it. We eat pussy, we'll suck cum out of a pussy, we fuck hard, we do girls, we do guys, we do groups. We aren't into anal, but otherwise pretty agreeable."
My team nodded. Trang nodded shyly. She wanted to be on the team but wasn't quite yet the veteran that Jenna was.
"Would you fuck a trans person?" Sandy asked and I paused.
"We're not judgmental. Judgment is just going to stand in your way in this business. Everyone has their own way of being, and just because we're bi girls doesn't mean everyone has to be like us. Sooooo, sure, I would suck a trans woman's cock. Probably fuck her too. I bet it would be erotic, actually."
Jenna nodded but shy little Trang again paused. I don't think she's judgmental, just new.
Sandy stood up and unzipped her skirt. Sexy. She walked towards me with her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, smiling seductively. We are going to get our money's worth from this sexy whore, I thought, and I hoped this was all part of the advising or consulting. Maybe con-slut-ing is a better word!
