Amy took a moment to think and then she began. "I was born in Kansas City, Missouri. While I've never met my father I know he was rich. My mother told me about him. His father owned several car dealerships in Kansas City. He dated my mother during the summer after they graduated from high school. My mom was attracted to his wealth. He drove a hot sports car, dressed to the nines, bought my mom expensive presents and took her to fancy restaurants. He was looking for an easy piece of ass. My mom gave it to him. By the end of the summer she was pregnant."

Picking up the pitcher, Amy poured the remaining beer into our three mugs.

I asked, "Do we need another pitcher?"

Mel said, "Fuck yes, we might need four or five more."

Amy and I both smiled.

Maggie was standing next to the cash register talking to Becky. I called, "Maggie" and held up the empty pitcher. She nodded and hurried into the bar.

Amy took a sip of her beer and continued. "When my dad's dad found out that my mom was pregnant he went nuts. He was afraid that his son's life was going to be ruined. First they tried to persuade my mom to get an abortion. She was Catholic, so that was out of the question. Realizing that plan wasn't going to work they decided to try to buy their way out of the problem. There was a lot of negotiating. They finally reached an agreement. They paid my mother fifty thousand dollars and found her a job as a cocktail waitress in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. In exchange she agreed to absolve my father of any paternity responsibilities."

Maggie brought the fresh pitcher of beer. I filled our three mugs.

Amy continued. "The fifty thousand dollars covered the hospital costs for my birth and left my mom with a nice down payment on a town house in Eau Claire. After that she was on her own. She dated lots of men, but none of them were interested in assuming the responsibility of raising another man's child. My mom was a good mother, but she was barely getting by. After I graduated from high school she made it clear that while she would always love me, I was now on my own. I loved to dance and I thought I was good at it. My dream was to become a professional dancer, so that June I took a Greyhound bus to Las Vegas. I was going to be a chorus girl."

Amy took a long sip of her beer and then she looked at Mel. "You're turn."

Closing her eyes, Mel took a deep breath and started. "I was born on Chicago's south side. I've never met my father either. My mother didn't even know his full name. Everyone called him Andre, that was all she ever knew. She met him at a party. She was eighteen. He was older, a lot older. He flashed a little money and did some smooth talking. They left the party together. He took her to a couple of clubs and then he fucked her in the back seat of his car. Six weeks later she realized that she was pregnant."

I nodded.

Mel continued. "Five years after I was born my mom actually met a nice guy. They got married and had two boys together. He took care of me and treated me good, but I wasn't his kid. When I turned eighteen it was time to go. I had the same dream Amy had. I wanted to be a dancer and I did the same thing she did. I took a Greyhound bus to Las Vegas"

Amy said, "We met at an audition for a new show they were putting together for Caesar’s Palace. There were four openings in the chorus. There must have been three hundred girls there. Mel and I were seated next to each other. We had to wait all day for our opportunity to dance. That gave us a lot of time to talk. When it was finally our turn we each got one minute to perform. After we were finished they just said next. We were ushered out of the room without any comments.

Shaking her head, Mel said, "We were pretty disappointed, but we'd spent the day talking and we'd become friends. I had a tiny apartment. My step dad was sending me a little money. Amy was living in kind of an unusual situation so I invited her to stay with me."

"I was living with a middle aged black jack dealer. He worked at one of the downtown casinos. He fed me and let me stay in his apartment. In exchange I gave him a blow job every afternoon before he went to work."

I said, "That must have been difficult."

"No it really wasn't. He was a sweet guy." Amy paused for a moment and then she said, "Michael, I love giving head. I always have. I first realized it while I was still in high school." She laughed. "My senior year I was pretty popular. Like I said; Vince, that was the black jack dealers name, was a sweet guy. I enjoyed sucking him off and he taught me how to give a top notch blow job. The problem was that I'd lived with him for a couple of months. We were getting tired of each other. When Mel offered to let me stay at her place I jumped at it. Vince and I remained friends. Mel got to know him too. I still call him every couple of weeks."

Mel said, "Actually, Vince was responsible for our first real break. Like Amy just said, I got to know Vince too. We used to go over to his place for lunch. He'd feed us and we'd take turns sucking his cock. It was a mutually beneficial relationship."

I smiled.

Continuing, Mel said, "It had been over a month since we'd even had an audition. Both of us were working as night shift maids at one of the casino hotels and we hated it. We wanted to be dancers. We were having lunch with Vince. He could tell we were both pretty down so he told us he might be able to help us out. He had a friend who ran a no alcohol strip club. We were both so naive that he had to explain what that meant. In Vegas they control the strip clubs through their liquor licenses. If a club wants to serve alchohol the girls have to keep their panties on. If a club is willing to sell only soft drinks the girls can be totally nude."

Nodding, I said, "Vince was offering to get you jobs dancing in a totally nude club."

Amy said, "That's right."

"I gather you took him up on his offer."

Mel said, "We didn't even have to think about it. Clean hotel rooms at night or flash our coochies while we danced in front of a room full of horny guys. Amy and I are both exhibitionists. The choice was easy."

"Vince called his friend. Mel and I met him at his club an hour later for an audition. Michael, it was a crazy place. You actually had to walk through a sex shop to get into the club."

"What was the audition like?"

Amy answered. "He took us into the club. It didn't open until five. It was about the size of two large living rooms. In the center of the room there was a raised round stage about eight feet in diameter. The stage was surrounded by two rows of padded chairs. They looked like the chairs that would come with a fancy dining room set. Altogether there were forty of them. There were also ten love seats placed along the back walls of the club."

I said, "Those were for lap dances."

Amy and Mel both nodded.

Amy continued. "There was a hallway on the left side of the club. We later learned that it led to the dancer's dressing room. There were lockers in there so we could lock up our street clothes and valuables. There were also two makeup tables with mirrors and several comfortable chairs. On the right side of the club there was a small bar with a refrigerator. The refrigerator was filled with soft drinks. There was another hallway next to the bar. We later learned that it led to the private booths."

"What were the private booths?"

Mel said, "We'll explain that in a minute."

Continuing, Amy said, "Jack, that was the owner's name, put on some music. We both did a strip for him. Once we were naked he had us sit on chairs on the stage with our legs spread while he talked to us. He wasn't being a creep, he was making sure we weren't shy about flashing our stuff. He explained that we wouldn't get paid. In fact, we would actually have to pay him fifty dollars a night for the privilege of dancing in the club."

Shaking her head, Mel said, "We thought he was joking. We were ready to get dressed and walk out."

Amy said, "We were, but he quickly explained that while we would get some tips while we were dancing, the real money was in lap dances. They cost thirty dollars a piece and on an average night we could expect to do ten to twenty of them. After the first fifty dollars we got to keep all of that money."

Mel chuckled. "We immediately changed our minds about leaving. It would have taken us almost two weeks to make that much money cleaning hotel rooms."

Smiling, Amy said, "Jack hired us and told us that we could start the next night. We were excited, but we did have one little problem. Neither of us had ever given a lap dance. When Jack heard that he made both of us give him one. He gave us some pointers and suggested that we spend a little time practicing on each other. Mel asked him what we needed for clothing. He suggested short skirts and low cut blouses. He explained that the old term strip tease was still pertinent. Guys like to think they're getting to see something they're not supposed to see, especially at the beginning of the dance."

Mel said, "Michael we were so excited. We went straight back to our apartment, pulled out all the clothes we had and started mixing and matching them to make costumes. Once we had some costumes we started choreographing dances for each other. That was so much fun."

Amy nodded. "It was. We were two eighteen year old girls laughing and giggling while we performed for each other."

"And then we started doing lap dances. That was weird."

Smiling at Mel, Amy said, "But it was fun too. You do remember how it ended, don't you."

"Of course I do. How could I forget it. That was the first time we went down on each other."

"And we both had orgasms"

"God did we ever."

Amy reached over and placed her hand on my cock. "Michael, you're hard. Does hearing about two women making love turn you on? Would you like to watch?"

I gasped.

Mel said, "I think we can take that as a big yes. I'm wondering if it's not time to go home for a little dessert."

Shaking my head, I said, "Not until I've heard the end of your story."

Laughing, Amy said, "What else do you want to know?"

"I want to hear about your first night at the club and I'm really curious about the private booths."

Mel stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Michael, you really are a voyeur, aren't you."

Suddenly embarrassed, I stared at the floor.

Gently rubbing my thigh, Amy said, "Baby you don't have anything to be ashamed about. There nothing wrong with a little voyeurism. Mel and I are both ardent exhibitionists. We love men like you."

"We also don't believe in judging people. You don't either. That's one of the reasons we like you so much." Mel picked up the pitcher and divided the remaining beer between our three mugs. "We'll tell you the rest of the story while we finish our beer."

Amy took a sip of her beer. As she set her mug down she said, "The next morning we went to see Vince. We wanted to thank him, but we were also excited about dancing at the club that night. We wanted to share our excitement with him."

Mel said, "We modeled our costumes for him and performed the strip numbers that we'd choreographed for each other."

"And then we each did a long slow lap dance for him. He loved it" Amy was smiling at the memory.

Nodding, Mel said, "We finished by giving him a tandem blow job."

"A tandem blow job? You mean you both sucked him at the same time? How do you do that?"

Amy gave my cock a firm squeeze and said, "After we finish here, we're going to our house. When we get there we'll show you."

I gasped. Both women giggled.

"But first we have to finish the story." Amy was grinning at me.

"Okay."

She continued. "That night was amazing. We were both so excited when we got to the club. Jack met us. When we showed him our costumes he told us that the guys were going to love us. Then he introduced us to the woman who would be our mentor. Her name was Ginger. She'd been at the club since it opened three years earlier. She was a lot older than we were, maybe thirty or thirty-five."

Mel said, "She was very nice and a wonderful mentor. She took us to the dressing room, gave us each a locker and warned us to be careful to lock up our valuables. She said that some of the girls weren't too honest. Vince had told us to bring combination locks so we were prepared."

I said, "Vince turned out to be a pretty good friend."

Smiling, Amy said, "He still is. Twice a year we go back to Vegas just to see him."

Mel said, "He also comes down here and stays with us a couple of times a year. "

Getting us back on track, Amy said, "Anyway, we put on our first costumes. While we were checking our makeup Ginger told us that we shouldn't use our real names. We needed stage names. That's when I became Simone."

"And I became Chantel."

Amy continued the story. "Once we were ready we went out into the club. It opened at 6:00, but there were only two guys there. That was actually okay. It gave us a chance to get used to dancing on the stage."

Shaking her head, Mel said, "For the first few hours it was pretty dull. I was afraid that we weren't going to make any money, but then about nine o'clock guys started to show up. Apparently most men who come to Vegas like to begin their evenings in the casinos. They tend to end their evenings in the strip clubs. By ten the place was full. Michael, we really are exhibitionist. You can't imagine how thrilling it was for us to dance totally naked in front of a crowd of cheering guys."

"I'll bet it was exciting. Did you get to do many lap dances?"

Amy said, "Lots of them. The guys loved us. By the end of the evening we'd both done over twenty."

"That's right and that night we were also introduced to the private booths."

"Tell me about them."

Mel said, "They were pretty interesting."

Amy agreed, "They really were."

"Tell me."

Mel said, "Okay. It was about 11:30. I'd just done three straight lap dances for a guy. When we finished the third one he asked me if we could have a party in one of the private booths. I explained that it was my first night and I didn't know anything about them, but I'd ask Ginger. Ginger was sitting with a guy. They were just talking so I went over and told her that I needed to ask her a question. She told me to go ahead. I told her that the gentleman I was with wanted to party with me in a private booth. Ginger immediately turned to her gentleman and excused herself. After explaining that she'd be right back she went to my gentleman and told him that we needed a minute. Then she led me to the door leading to the private booths and opened it."

"I'd just finished doing a lap dance when I saw Mel and Ginger going to that door. I was curious so I hurried over to them."

Mel said, "As soon as we saw Amy Ginger said, Good now I can show you both at the same time. She opened the door. There was a carpeted hallway. On the right side of the hall there were six more doors. Ginger told us that those doors led to the customer's side of the six private booths. She closed that door and led us to a door behind the soft drink bar. Neither of us had noticed it. She opened it and went inside. We followed her. We were in a hallway similar to the one the customers used only the doors were on the left side of this hallway. Ginger opened the first door. We looked inside. The booth was about four feet by four feet. There was a window three feet by three feet in the wall opposite the door. The customer's side of the booth was on the other side of the window. It was also about four feet by four feet. Each half of the booth had a chair just like the chairs in the club. Our side of the booth had a small padded foot stool directly beneath the window. I also noticed that the bottom of the window was padded. Oh and here's the crucial bit of information. There wasn't any glass in the window."

Amazed, I said, "There wasn't any glass in the window. Then what was the point of having a dividing wall?"

Amy said, "After we'd worked at the club for awhile we asked Jack that same question. This is what he told us. Nevada has counties that have legal prostitution. Clark County, the county where Las Vegas is located, does not; but nobody is actually morally opposed to prostitution. They just want it to be discreet. There was a time when working girls openly plied their trade in the casinos. Once the casino owners decided they wanted to create a more family friendly image for Las Vegas, they realized that they had to get the girl's out of the casinos and off the streets. They didn't actually want to get rid of the sex trade, they just wanted it to go underground. Jack couldn't put small sex booths in the back of his club without worrying about a zealous newspaper reporter labeling his club as a brothel. By dividing the booths in half with a wall, albeit a wall with an open window, he clouded the issue just enough to avoid a scandal; a scandal no one really wanted."

Shaking my head, I said, "It's convoluted, but I have to admit that it makes sense.

Mel shrugged. "That's what we thought too."

"So what did you do in those booths?"

Amy said, "Okay, this was the routine. Ginger laid it out for us that night and we followed it the entire time we worked at the club. If I guy wanted to have a party in one of the private booths he had to buy a ticket at the soft drink bar. A ticket cost twenty dollars. The girl at the soft drink bar would assign us a booth. I'd go to my side and he'd go to his. Once we were inside I informed him that a basic dance cost forty dollars and he was free to do anything he felt like doing while he watched me perform."

"You were telling him that it was okay for him to take out his cock and masturbate while he watched you."

Nodding, Amy said, "That's exactly what we were telling him."

Mel said, "We also suggested that if he was interested the dance could be enhanced."

"How did that work?"

"How we suggested it took a bit of careful diplomacy."

Laughing, Mel said, "It certainly did. When I was eighteen it took every fuckin bit of diplomacy that I had. When you grow up on the south side of Chicago learning to be subtle isn't exactly your first priority."

Chuckling at the frankness of her friend's comment, Amy said, "Finding a discreet way to present the menu was our responsibility."

Shaking her head, Mel said, "That's just what you'd expect to hear from a white woman who grew up in Wisconsin."

All three of us burst out laughing.

Amy took a moment to regain her composure. She was only partially successful. Still giggling, she said, "May I now describe the menu to our friend?"

"Go for it." Mel was grinning

"For the basic forty dollar dance we'd sit in our chair with our panties off and our legs spread and masturbate while the guy did the same thing in his chair. For ten dollars more we'd take off our shoes and rest our feet on the padded window sill while we masturbated. The guy was welcome to massage our feet. For an additional ten dollars he could kiss and lick our feet while we masturbated for him. Believe me, those were two very popular options."

Chuckling, Mel said, "You're damn right about that. There were nights when I nearly had my toes sucked off. It seems to me like nobody wants to fuck anymore. Guys want to kiss and lick my feet, then they want to lick my ass. When they're finished doing that they want me to sit on their faces and twist their nipples." She looked at me and said, "Michael Nolan you may remember that we did all of that in the VIP room this afternoon."

"I didn't lick your ass."

"You're right, but the night is still young."

"Is that a promise?"

"Damn right sweetie."

Rolling her eyes while she laughed Amy said, "May I please continue?"

Mel answered in her most polite tone of voice. "Please do."

"For an extra fifty dollars we'd give a guy a hand job and for a hundred dollars we'd kneel on the foot stool and suck his cock."

Both Mel and Amy stared at me. They were trying to gauge my reaction to what they'd just divulged.

Trying very hard to avoid sounding judgmental, I asked, "Did you do very many private booth parties?"

Mel said, "Usually only one or two in a night, but they were generally very lucrative."

Amy nodded. "When a guy bought a ticket for a booth he wanted to get his money's worth. Usually he'd buy a couple of dances and finish with a hand job or a blow job. We'd make a hundred to two hundred dollars in less than a half hour."

Chuckling, I asked, "How many hotel rooms would you have to clean to make that much money?"

They both laughed. Mel said, "Too many."

There was a brief pause and then Amy said, "There's more."

Mel looked at her.

Amy said, "We both like Michael. Let's trust him."

Nodding, Mel said, "You're right, go ahead. Tell him everything."

Amy turned to me. "Just before closing on our second night at the club a guy who'd just bought three lap dances asked me if I'd like to have breakfast with him in his hotel room. While I was now giving hundred dollar blow jobs to men I'd never met, I was still a naive eighteen year old girl from Wisconsin. Thinking that he was really inviting me to have breakfast with him I politely declined. Later, in the dressing room I told Ginger about it. She laughed and told me that he was propositioning me."

Mel said, "I was there too. Amy asked her what she meant. Ginger explained that the guy didn't really want to have breakfast with her it was just a subtle way of asking if she'd be willing to go to his hotel room for sex, paid sex. She then explained that cute eighteen year olds like us could charge four hundred dollars for a one hour session. We were both totally amazed."

Amy said, "Michael, we both loved sex. We weren't being exploited. We were having fun. We loved dancing nude, we loved doing lap dances and we loved giving blow jobs in the private booths. The club was the best thing that ever happened to us."

Mel continued, "Two nights later a man in his mid thirties asked me that same question, would I like to have breakfast with him in his hotel room? I told him that when I got to his room I'd need four hundred dollars to cover the cab fare and I could only stay for an hour. That was what Ginger had told us to say. He said okay, and gave me his hotel and room number. After the club closed I took a cab to his hotel. On the way I had the cab driver stop at an all-night drug store so I could buy some condoms. When I got to his room he gave me an envelope that had four hundred dollars in it. I did a little strip tease for him and then I sucked his cock and let him fuck me. It was fun and I made four hundred dollars."

Amy said, "When she got home she was ecstatic. We both were. A week earlier we were broke. Suddenly we were rich and all we had to do was have sex, which we both loved. The next night I went to a guy’s hotel room and the following Saturday night we both had breakfast dates."

Mel said, "We thought life couldn't get any better, but it did. Three weeks after we started working at the club one of the other dancers approached us. She told us that she'd noticed that we were doing breakfast dates and wanted to know if we might be interested in an opportunity to get more dates like that. We told her that we were interested and wanted to hear more. She explained that she knew a woman who ran a service. She could get us as many dates as we wanted. She'd charge us a hundred dollars per date, but the dancer assured us that we could both get five hundred dollars an hour. I wanted to say yes immediately, but Amy was cautious. We took the woman's name and telephone number and told the dancer to tell the woman that we needed a day or two to think about it. The dancer understood. She assured us that the woman was legit and told us to check her out."

Amy said, "I'd heard horror stories about pimps. I wanted to make sure we weren't getting into an ugly situation. That night after the club closed we asked Ginger about the woman. Ginger was married, so she generally limited herself to dancing at the club and private booth parties. Occasionally she'd do a breakfast date, but not very often. She made enough money working at the club and preferred to go home to her husband. She did tell us that she'd heard about the woman and everything she'd heard was positive.

Mel continued the story. "The next morning we went over to see Vince. We told him about the woman. He told us that he'd check her out. The following morning he called us and told us that the woman was legit. She had an excellent reputation. She used hotel bell men to get the dates. They got fifty dollars for every contact who booked a date. Apparently her biggest problem was finding enough quality girls to keep up with the demand."

Amy said, "That afternoon we called Janice, that was the woman's name. We met with her the next morning. She had a small office in a building just off the strip. We talked. She explained how the system worked and then she asked us if we were interested. We started the next day. We worked days so we could continue dancing at the club at night. Jack and Ginger had both been nice to us. We were popular at the club and we didn't want to let them down."

Mel said, "We did four dates a day and cleared four hundred dollars a date. Between the dates and what we were making at the club we were both earning over two thousand dollars a day."

Shaking my head, I said, "It sounds like it was a grueling schedule."

Nodding, Amy said, "It was.

We kept it up for two years. We took Sundays off. That helped a little bit. We moved to a larger apartment and hired a cleaning service. That helped too. We also both bought Honda Accords. Having cars made our lives easier. We still took cabs to our dates. When you're not a hotel guest parking on the strip is difficult.

I said, "If I'm understanding the situation correctly, you were both making over a half million dollars a year and you were being very conservative with your spending. While I think it's admirable, I have to say that it's rare for two young girls to be that sensible with money."

Mel smiled. "That was Vince's influence. He urged us to spend enough to be comfortable, but to try to keep from squandering our money."

"That was sage advice." I paused for a moment and then I said, "I'm not sure I understand why you kept working at the club. Escorting was clearly much more lucra...." Stopping in mid-sentence, I shook my head and said, "Of course, I should be ashamed of myself. I'm an accountant. The club gave you a means of support that you could report to the IRS."

Amy nodded. "That's right. We also enjoyed working there. We did cut back on our time at the club, but we worked the peak late night hours, so we were still making three to four thousand dollars a week there."

I smiled. "That's a pretty good part time job. So how long did you continue working as escorts?"

Mel said, "We worked in Vegas for sixteen years."

"And then you retired."

Mel and Amy looked at each other. For a moment neither of them spoke. Finally Mel said, "Michael we're not retired. We're still working girls."

I considered that for a moment and then I suddenly understood. "Danny's Lounge is your current visible means of support for the IRS."

Nodding, Mel said, "You're right, but that's not the only reason we work there. We still enjoy nude dancing and it's a good place to make new contacts."

Amy said, "Remember that our clientele at Danny's is mostly made up of retired gentlemen. As escorts we cater to that same clientele. We love living outside of Catalina. In the morning you'll understand why. It's amazingly scenic, but there's another reason we live here."

"You're surrounded by retirement communities."

Mel said, "Filled with sweet gentlemen who's wives have lost interest in sex."

"That's right and they're clean, polite and appreciative. All they want to do is enjoy our feminine charms. Many of them can't even get hard, but that doesn't matter. They're happy to caress our naked bodies with they're hands, their lips and their tongues. With some of them we just lay together naked on the bed and fondle each other while we talk." Amy was smiling, but it wasn't a condescending smile; it was gratified, content. She obviously enjoyed giving pleasure to these older men.

"Can they afford four or five hundred dollars an hour?"

Mel said, "We're not eighteen anymore and we're not driven by money. We charge two hundred and fifty dollars for a session. While a session usually lasts for about sixty to ninety minutes, we allow two hours."

Amy said, "The money isn't important to us. We love our gentlemen, but we can't entertain them for free. If we did that it wouldn't be special. We'd also be inundated with suitors."

Chuckling, I said, "Yeah that could get out of hand pretty quickly."

Both women nodded.

I asked, "But I don't understand how this works. In Las Vegas you went to the guys hotel room. These men live here. You can't entertain them at their houses."

Amy said, "Michael, you don't know very much about how working girls operate, do you."

"Not really, porn has always been my vice of choice."

Giggling, Mel said, "Spoken like a true voyeur."

Amy said, "When a girl meets a man in his hotel room, it's called outcall. When she provides the place and he comes to her it's called incall. In Tucson we provide the place, so we do incall."

"Do the men come to your house?"

"Not exactly." Amy looked at Mel. "I think it's time for us to take Michael to our house. That way we can show him."

"I agree." Mel turned to me. "Michael will you come home with us. We'd like you to spend the night."

The invitation. wasn't a surprise. All through dinner we'd been discussing going to their house. The offer to spend the night was a surprise. While I was interested and willing, there was a logistic issue that concerned me. Looking at both women I said, "I'd love to spend the night, but I don't have any clean clothes. I've been traveling in these all day."

Grinning at Mel, Amy said; "He thinks like an accountant."

Mel said, "Yes he does. We'll have to help him with this. Michael honey, you're wearing a cotton golf shirt and a pair of cotton slacks. We have a washer and a dryer. When we get to our house the three of us are going to take a shower together. As soon as we're finished with our shower we'll put your clothes in the washer. Trust me, you aren't going to need them until morning."

I laughed. "I guess you solved that problem. I'd love to go to your house."

Mel slid out of her side of the booth and stood up. "Let's go."

I stood up. Amy slid out behind me. She'd already left a tip for Maggie. At the cash register we had a brief debate about who was going to pay the check. I acquiesced when Mel pointed out that earlier that afternoon I'd given her two hundred dollars.

When we stepped out into the parking lot it was dark. There was a quarter moon and the sky was filled with stars.

Mel once again drove their Jeep Cherokee while Amy and I followed in my Escape. We turned right out of Bobby's parking lot. After going about a half mile north on the highway we turned right again and followed a paved road east toward the slopes of the Santa Catalina Mountains. We traveled about a mile and then we turned left onto a dirt road. After going another mile we came to another dirt road. This road was narrower. A sign next to the road read: SimChan Ranch, Private Road, No Trespassing without permission of the owners. We turned right on this road and followed it east into the Santa Catalinas.

About a quarter mile down the road we came to a driveway that led to a two story stone ranch house. As Mel turned into the driveway the garage door opened. She pulled her Jeep into the garage next to an old Mercedes Benz convertible.

Amy said, "Park behind the Mercedes."

After pulling into the driveway and parking, we got out of my Escape and followed Mel through the garage into the house.

Once we were inside, Mel stopped in the kitchen and said, "We'll give you a tour in the morning when you can actually see something."

"Okay."

Amy said, "Take off your clothes."

Laughing, I said, "Before you strip me naked aren't you going to at least give me a kiss?"

Shaking her head, Mel said, "The washer and dryer are just off the kitchen. We're going upstairs to our bedroom. If you undress down here we can save a trip. When we get upstairs you can watch us take off our clothes."

"Is that a promise?"

Giggling, Amy said, "Yes sweetie, it's a promise."

Both women watched as I quickly took off my shoes, socks, shirt and trousers. I didn't feel at all self-conscious, but I was excited. When I pushed my boxer shorts to the floor and stepped out of them my erect penis sprang to attention.

As Mel gathered up my clothes Amy grabbed my erection and said, "Mel you're absolutely right. He does have a magnificent cock."

I blushed.

Laughing, Amy said, "He's also cute. Look at him, he's blushing. Mel, we're going upstairs to the bedroom. I'll start the shower."

Already in the laundry room, Mel called back, "I'll be right there."

Giving my penis a gentle tug, Amy said, "Come on cutie, it's shower time." She led me upstairs.

I followed without complaint.

Their bedroom was impressive. It was a large and very feminine. A massive king sized four poster bed occupied the center of the room. The walls were white with pink trim. The carpet was a deep shade of pink. The lace trimmed curtains and bed spread were white with pink, yellow and baby blue flowers. The French provincial furniture was arranged symmetrically. Each side of the room had identical pieces; a makeup table with a large mirror and a chair, a dresser and a bedside table. A painting at least four feet by six feet was centered on the wall opposite the foot of the bed. It depicted two naked women, one African American and one Caucasian. They were making love. It was a well-executed painting. I suspected that it was a custom creation.

As soon as we were inside the room Amy started stripping off her clothes. A moment later Mel walked in and immediately started taking off her clothes too.

Once they were both naked Mel grabbed my hand and said, "Come on Michael, it's shower time."

I followed them into the largest and most luxurious bathroom I'd ever encountered. It was actually three rooms. All three rooms were finished in marble and stone the color of rich caramel swirled with sweet cream. The fixtures were brass. The outer room was taken up by two sinks, walnut shelving and cabinets and a giant mirror. A door on the left side of the room led into a small lavatory. A door in the wall at the far end of the outer room led to the bathing room. A whirlpool bathtub big enough for two occupied the space on the right side of that room. On the left side there was a glass enclosed shower stall large enough to comfortably accommodate four people. There was a shower spray at each end of the stall and a third spray in the center of the ceiling pointing straight down.

Awe struck, I paused in the doorway.

Noticing my astonishment, Amy said, "I gather you're impressed by our bathroom."

Nodding, I said, "It's beautiful."

Mel said, "Thank you, we like it."

As Amy stepped into the shower stall and turned a handle that started all three sprays, I said, "I can see why."

Grabbing my hand, Mel led me into the shower. "Come on Michael, we'll take turns washing each other."

That's exactly what we did and it was memorable. I loved Jeanne, so showering with her would always be special, but Amy and Mel were beautiful mature women with large breasts and soft supple bodies. Washing them and being washed by them was a thrilling experience.

After we showered we dried each other with large fluffy bath towels and then the two women led me back to their bedroom. Mel pulled down the bed covers.

While she was doing that Amy pulled her makeup table chair over to the foot of the bed and said, "Sit here Michael. In a few minutes you can join us, but first we'd like you to watch. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"You know I would."

As she climbed onto the bed, Mel said, "You can stroke yourself while you watch, but we don't want you to cum. We want to do that. Promise us Michael, promise us that you won't make yourself cum while you watch us."

"I promise."

Amy said, "Thank you." And then she climbed onto the bed next to Mel.

They kissed and then they hugged. As they hugged their kisses became more intense. Within seconds they were making out.

A true voyeur, I watched, my excitement mounting. Two beautiful women were making love. I'd seen countless videos of lesbian sex scenes, but this was entirely different. It was taking place just a few feet in front of me and it was real. Mel and Amy were writhing together in a torrent of rampant lust, their hands freely exploring and fondling each other's naked bodies.

Unconsciously, my fingers found my erect penis. I stroked myself, but as soon as I realized what I was doing I stopped. I'd promised Mel and Amy that I wouldn't cum while I watched them. I wanted to keep that promise; so as I sat in that chair at the foot of their bed I held my cock without moving my hand. That was all the pleasure I dared give myself.

Amy began kissing her way down Mel's naked body, first her breasts and then lower. Mel cooed as Amy tongued her pierced naval and then she gasped as Amy's fingers found the moist folds of her sex.

After taking a moment to finger Mel Amy turned around and climbed on top of her. Her cunt was now inches from Mel's face and her face was inches from Mel's sex. As Amy lowered her lips to Mel's cunt she smiled at me. I was struck by the expression of unbridled sexuality in her eyes.

I can't explain why, but suddenly I wondered if Jeanne's eyes had that same expression when she sucked another man's cock. As I considered that I realized that if Jeanne and I continued down our current path a day would eventually come when I would be sitting in a chair at the end of a bed much like this one, only I'd be watching Jeanne while she pleasured another man.

My mind suddenly filled with uncertainty. Could I handle that? Did I want that? Would I be overwhelmed with jealousy? Would Jeanne think I was a pervert or even worse, a wimp?"

Looking up, Amy noticed my agitated expression. She rolled off of Mel and asked, "Michael, what's wrong? You look upset."

Mel sat up and looked at me. After a moment she asked, "Do you feel left out? Don't worry baby, we're going to include you. We just thought that since you told us you liked to watch we'd start by putting on a little show for you."

Shaking my head, I explained, "No that's not the problem. Both of you are wonderful. You're show is wonderful. You're right, I do like to watch." And then I whispered, "That's the problem."

"What do you mean?" Amy's voice was gentle and understanding.

"While I was watching you it occurred to me that it was very likely that sometime in the future I'd be sitting in a chair at the end of a bed just like this one watching Jeanne and another man."

Nodding, Mel said, "And all the fears and doubts you have about Jeanne's new life style came bubbling to the surface, didn't they."

Suddenly feeling ashamed of my insecurities I quietly answered, "Yes."

Amy slid down to the end of the bed, reached out and took my hand. "Come here baby. You need to lie between us." She pulled me to my feet.

Mel patted the spot on the bed next to her. "Come lie right here baby."

I climbed onto the bed and lay down next to Mel. Amy lay down on the other side of me.

As soon as we were settled, Mel said, "Michael, you don't have anything to be ashamed about. Your wife is dating other men and you're beginning to realize that you find it exciting. So what? There's absolutely nothing wrong with that."

Shaking my head, I said, "But..."

Amy jumped on me. "No buts, none. Michael, sex is wonderful. It's a gift to all of us. It feels great and it's natural. It's even healthy. It's also easily tailored to fit a myriad of different desires."

Mel said, "Listen to her Michael, she's right. Men love women, women love men. Some men love other men and some women love other women. For some people power becomes an extra spice. Others get a thrill from surrendering power. There are people who like to watch and other people who enjoy being watched. It's all fun and as long as it's consensual and everyone is an adult it's all okay."

Laughing, I said, "That's not the prevailing view point of our culture."

Looking at me, Amy said, "You're concerned about the opinion of others."

I said, "It's hard not to be."

Amy smiled. "You're right about that, but should you be concerned about it?."

Mel said, "Michael, Amy and I are extremely familiar with the feelings of insecurity that come from the disapproval of our peers. We're prostitutes. Most people view us as pariahs." Laughing, she said, "They have scads of nasty names for us."

Amy was nodding. "That's right. People call us whores, hookers, floozies, harlots and strumpets. They're ready to judge us and condemn us without even bothering to learn anything about us."

"But should they condemn us?" Mel was now sitting up. "All we do is give pleasure to a few old men. Is that wrong? We charge for our services, but so do lawyers and doctors. Every single one of our clients will tell you that we give them their money's worth when they visit us. How many professions can make that claim?"

Amy said, "It used to bother us, but it doesn't anymore. Vince taught us that the only opinion that matters is our own. He told us that we have to be true to ourselves and if we do that we'll be good people."

Mel said, "Michael, we don't cheat our clients, we don't do drugs, we've never had a pimp and we're very careful about sexually transmitted diseases. All we do is make people happy. Should we be ashamed of that?"

I shook my head. "No, of course not."

Continuing, Mel said, "Your wife occasionally enjoys other men. So what? Does that mean she doesn't love you? Based on what you told us about this past weekend I think we can rule that out as a reasonable possibility."

Nodding, Amy said, "That's right. Jeanne made it very clear that she loves you and needs you. Michael I love Mel and Mel loves me. This is Monday night. By Friday night both of us will have had sex with at least ten different men and we'll have enjoyed every one of them. Does that mean we don't love each other? Hell no! That's the beauty of sex. It can take a myriad of different forms. It can be a wonderful expression of love, but it can also be nothing more than an exciting and pleasurable activity."

Mel said, "You like to watch. You're not the only person who enjoys doing that. Whenever Vince visits us he always spends a little time in that chair watching Amy and me fuck and he likes to jack off while he's watching. We like it too. We think it's hot."

"He does." Amy was grinning. "And we enjoy watching too. Sometimes we take turns sitting in the chair. I love watching Mel suck Vince's cock and she loves watching me do it."

"I really do." Mel was grinning too.

Continuing, Amy said, "Sex is fun. The only problem with it is that it's gotten all convoluted in people's minds. For some reason the so called proper people started being ashamed to admit that they enjoy it."

Mel said, "And most of them are hypocrites. In Vegas we used to laugh about the number of preachers who purchased our services."

Amy shook her head. "While they were in Las Vegas they partied with hookers, but when they returned home they delivered sermons about the evils of infidelity."

Lying down on her side, Mel reached over and gently wrapped her fingers around my limp penis. "Baby if it excites you to think about your wife with other men enjoy it. There certainly isn't any reason to be ashamed about it."

Amy cupped my balls with her hand. Giving them a gentle squeeze she said, "You should enjoy it. It's fun. Now close your eyes. We'll show you just how much fun it can be."

I closed my eyes.

Amy said, "Tell us again, what was the name of that man Jeanne wanted to date?"

I quietly answered, "Trent Peters."

Slowly stroking my cock, Mel said, "Think about Jeanne and Trent. They've just returned from an intimate dinner date. They're sitting on the couch in your living room. You're sitting in a stuffed chair across from them. The three of you are having a glass of wine and making small talk about the restaurant where they had dinner. The conversation wanes. Trent looks at you. It's a request for final permission. Jeanne is watching. You nod. They both smile. Trent sets his glass of wine on the coffee table and then staring into your wife's eyes he takes her glass. After setting it on the coffee table next to his, he places his fingers on Jeanne's cheek, gently turns her face and kisses her on the lips."

"Jeanne kisses him back." Amy was gently squeezing my balls. "She's enjoying Trent's kiss, not because she loves him, but because it's exciting and she knows it's the prelude to even more excitement. You watch as Trent moves his hand to Jeanne's breast. She doesn't try to stop him. In fact it's clear to you that she doesn't want him to stop."

Mel picked up the story. "Trent begins massaging Jeanne's breast. It's still covered by the bodice of her cocktail dress, but that doesn't matter. You're watching another man kiss and touch your wife. You've fantasized about this moment for the past year. Now that it's happening the excitement is maddening."

Still rubbing my balls, Amy whispered, "Trent stops kissing Jeanne and slips the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. Jeanne quickly pulls her arms free of the straps and pushes the dress to her waist exposing her large breasts. You stare. They're beautiful. You've always loved them. While you long to touch them, you know that won't be allowed until much later. At this moment only Trent is allowed to touch your wife."

I took a long slow breath. Amy was hinting at cuckold desires, desires that I was just beginning to acknowledge during my most intense masturbation fantasies. After I orgasmed and my lust was sated those same desires created feelings of guilt and shame for me.

Noticing my dissonance, Mel kissed my cheek and asked, "Are you doing okay baby?"

I nodded.

She said, "It's all right, there's nothing wrong with the feelings you're experiencing right now. Don't let your inhibitions prevent you from enjoying the pleasure and excitement they produce in you. Let yourself go. Have fun with these feelings; relish them, savor them."

Shaking my head, I said, "But they seem so wrong."

Mel asked, "Why?"

"I don't know, they just do."

Amy asked, "Do you actually believe those feelings are wrong or are you just convinced that's what you're supposed to believe?"

"Jeanne and I have had this same conversation. She feels that all our lives we've been conditioned to accept certain moral standards without question."

Amy said, "And Jeanne started questioning the tacit acceptance of those rigid moral standards."

"That's exactly what happened."

"And now you're beginning to question those same moral standards, but you haven't yet been able to completely convince yourself that they aren't valid." Amy was patiently guiding me through this dilemma.

"Overcoming years of conditioning isn't easy."

Nodding, Amy said, "You're right, it isn't, but if that conditioning is keeping you from enjoying your wife's new lifestyle, maybe trying to overcome it is worthwhile."

"I am trying."

"Yes you are and we both admire you for doing that. It isn't easy."

Mel said, "We do admire you, but I think we've done enough talking tonight. It's time to play. Earlier this evening we promised to show you what we call a tandem blow job. Would you still like to try it?"

Grinning, I said, "Very much."

Sitting up, Amy kissed my cheek and pinched each of my nipples, then she seductively trailed her long painted fingernails down my chest and stomach to my cock. As she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my erection she said, "I've got bottoms."

Giggling, Mel said, "Thank you, you know how much I love starting on top." And then after pulling herself up so that she was facing my feet she straddled my head and slowly lowered her dripping cunt on to my face. As she was doing that she explained. "This really isn't a tandem blow job. We started out trying to take turns sucking Vince's cock, but it simply didn't work. A good blow job requires concentration, patience and most of all time. Shifting back and forth between two people wasn't satisfying for any of us, so we came up with this variation. Vince loves it. We hope you will too."

I tried to say, It's wonderful, but Mel was already pressing her cunt into my face so it came out as muffled nonsense.

Amy said, "Don't try to talk baby, just kiss and lick." And then she slipped my cock into her mouth and started sucking me.

It was an amazing experience.

We spent the next two hours doing every possible variation of that position. Amy sat on my face while Mel sucked my cock. Mel sat on my face while Amy rode me cowgirl and then Mel rode me cowgirl while Amy sat on my face. I came while Mel was riding me cowgirl. After I finished cumming I lay between Mel's legs and ate her cunt while Amy sat on her face and then I ate Amy's cunt while Mel took a turn riding Amy's face.

They surprised me when they told me it was my turn to ride. A little nervous, I mounted Amy's face. She licked my balls and my ass and stroked my cock while Mel lay between her legs with her face buried in her cunt. It was incredible, I could have done that forever, but of course we had to switch. I mounted Mel's face and while she licked me and stroked my cock Amy was lying between her legs eating her cunt. It was just as incredible.

Our grand finale started with me lying on my back while Amy and Mel took turns pumping my cock and biting my nipples. You might think that after everything we'd done a dual handjob would be anticlimactic. Believe me, it wasn't. Having two women masturbate you at the same time is an unforgettable experience.

When I orgasmed Mel and Amy caught my cum in the palms of their hands. They rubbed it into each other’s breasts and then they moved into a sixty-nine position and licked each other to one last orgasm while I watched. It was the perfect way to end an amazing evening.

Exhausted and completely spent we cuddled up together and immediately fell asleep in each other's arms.