Susie Harper had fallen into a routine. She dated Dan on the weekends and either worked as a phone sex operator or a high-end escort during the week. Her boss, Mr. Sterling, called her into his office. The second infomercial had been airing for a week.  

“Roxy, sit down.” She could see he was happy, and she felt at ease. “A High Roller has invited you to a getaway for the weekend.”

“I can’t. I have plans.”

“Rox—Susie, this guy is asking for YOU, and it’s $4000.”

She shook her head. “I promised Dan this weekend.”

“Four thousand, Susie. Think about it.”

She wished he hadn’t told her how much.

oOo

Susie lay beside Dan, her head on his chest. She started to speak twice and stopped.

“Dan.”

“Hhmmmm?”

“I can’t see you this weekend.”

He lifted his head. “Why?”

“Work is sending a bunch of us to a seminar in Madison.”

“Tell them you don’t want to go.”

“I did.”

“So don’t.”

She looked away, fighting back tears. “It’s not that simple.”

“What about our plans?”

“I know.” She rested her hand on his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“It stinks.”

“Yes,” she said quietly. “It does.”

oOo

Friday morning, Susie transformed into Roxanne. Dressed casually, she hid the red hair under a scarf and got a cab to work. She checked in with the office; she was early for her pickup. As she waited, Tiffany joined her, toting a garment bag and overnight case like Susie’s.

“Hey, Ti—Lucy. Are you going to the Henson gig?”
“Yep. He must think a lot of himself if he thinks he can handle us both.”

The drive to Lake Geneva was quiet; the women passed the time reading or listening to their Walkman tape players. The car pulled up to what Susie would call a mansion. George Henson called it a “cottage.” The house was fully staffed; one man escorted the women to adjoining rooms. They dropped their bags and wandered. Together, they discovered several bedrooms; one wing had a man guarding it. He said that the area was Mr. Henson’s suite.

They climbed a staircase to a large, open room. One end held what appeared to be a very well-stocked bar; it looked like it had been reclaimed from an Old West ghost town and was easily 20 feet long.

A beautiful cabinet filled with paper rolls stood between the bar and a fully restored player piano. The labels listed songs from 1880 to 1980. The piano, clad in rich rosewood, complemented the bar’s historic woodwork. As she drew closer, she noticed Steinway painted across the closed keyboard cover.

Small groups of settees were scattered across the room, with one long sectional sofa surrounding a large fireplace. Susie walked out onto the terrace; a glass rail overlooked a swimming pool and a hot tub built for 10. To her right, against the wall, was a more intimate hot tub for four. To the left, a stair spiraled down to the pool. At the edge of the pool deck, a stair led further downhill to a path that led to a long private dock.

“I swear, Susie, that boat is as big as the destroyer my brother was on in the Navy,” Tiffany remarked.

“No, but she is big enough, and plenty fast.” The women turned as George Henson approached, carrying a silver tray with three wine glasses.

George, a 40-year-old man of average build, carried himself with confidence. He wore a silk shirt and linen slacks.

“Welcome to my hideaway, Roxy,” he said, handing her a glass. “And Lucy.” Handing Tiffany her wine.

“You two are wondering, does this guy think he needs both of you?” He smiled. “In fact, I do, you see; tomorrow my best friend is turning forty. He mentioned seeing the commercial you two are in. He is smitten with you, Lucy, and I have to admit you intrigue me, Roxy.” He turned toward the bar and motioned for them to follow. George handed them Victoria’s Secret catalogs along with markers.

“Your pop quiz is to select four or five outfits each. You want to make sure they… display your assets. There will be six or seven of us tomorrow. You will be expected to accommodate them sexually.”

George sipped his wine and continued. “I understand that the fee for you to be here doesn’t account for sex, so I will give you each another $1500.” He sipped his wine. “As a favor to me, I would love to see you two lovely ladies pleasure each other.”

“I can’t speak for Roxy,” Lucy started. “But I have never slept with, hell, even considered another woman.”

Roxy shook her head, agreeing with Lucy. “Never entered my mind.”

“Well,” George said, “think about it. If you perform for the group, I’ll give you $500; if you perform privately for me or John, the birthday boy, I’ll give you another $500. Each.” He looked at his gold chronograph.

“Dinner is in an hour. Please have your lingerie picked out, and if you have something excessively sexy now, please wear it to dinner.” He left them and went downstairs.

Roxy took Lucy’s hand and led her to her bedroom. “What do you think?”

Tiffany shook her head. “I don’t know, Susie. It’s a lot of money.”

Susie maintained eye contact with Tiffany, the moment charged with a subtle tension. “It is, but if I were to try it with another woman, I want Dan to be involved.”

“Feels a bit like losing your virginity, doesn’t it?”

“Sorta, Tiff, not the same, but it kinda feels like it.”

“We both have to agree to this.” Tiffany leaned forward and kissed Susie before she could react. Reluctantly, Susie returned the kiss.

“Weird,” Susie said as they broke the kiss.

“Not terrible. I’d enjoy kissing you if you got into it,” Tiffany whispered.

“Have you ever tasted yourself when you touched yourself?” Susie asked.

“Yes, have you?” Tiffany asked.

“Only on a man’s—cock. But it wasn’t bad. I kinda liked it.”

“Do we say yes?” Tiffany asked.

“How do you feel about—this?” Susie asked.

Tiffany paused. “We can always use the money.”

“Then let’s agree, but not for $500.”

“Well, then, what did you bring? Let’s coordinate for dinner and look through these catalogs.”

oOo

They returned to the bar, Roxy wearing a royal blue, backless, floor-length halter dress with a slit to the hip. Lucy wore a thin burgundy jersey dress with a plunging neckline, a low back, and narrow shoulder straps. The hem rested just above her knees. They were escorted to the dining room, where they sat on either side of George. Dinner was gourmet, of course. Halfway through, George changed the conversation from small talk to business.

“Have you ladies come to an agreement?”

Tiffany took a breath. “Unfortunately, I don’t think either of us is willing to go along with your terms.”

George set down his fork. “I’ll make it $1000 for each man you have sex with. $1500 each for your performance. For each of you, $1500 for any private party.”

Roxy caught Lucy’s eye and nodded slightly. Lucy extended her glass. “Agreed.”

George raised his glass, and Roxy slowly raised hers. Crystal tinkled together.

“Now, I would like it if you two would join me tonight. I want to make sure you won’t freeze up tomorrow.”

George led them to his bedroom. Lucy paused inside the doorway. Roxy went to George and kissed him. He unzipped her dress, and she took it off for him, draping it over a chair. Roxy held her hand out to Lucy. Lucy joined the couple, and they took turns kissing each other and George. They stripped Lucy, then George, and then kneeled together on the bed. Roxy took Lucy’s hand and placed it on her breast. They kissed as Lucy squeezed Roxy’s tits.

Roxy pushed Lucy to her back. George lay beside her. Roxy took Lucy’s hand and put it on George’s erection, then kissed her way down Lucy’s body. Lucy stroked their host as Roxy tasted another woman for the first time. Lucy’s hips moved of their own accord as Roxy pleasured her. She gasped as Roxy’s tongue found her clit, circling and flicking.

“Rub your pussies.” George told them.

The women moved and scissored each other, their hips grinding together. Lucy pulled Roxy into a deep kiss. She pushed, and Roxy was on her back. Lucy turned, and Roxy found herself staring into Lucy’s pussy. She reached and pulled the blonde muff down, licking the slit with her mouth. Roxy found it difficult to eat Lucy’s pussy as Lucy was working Roxy over. She closed her eyes as she tongued Lucy deep, then felt something on her forehead. She opened her eyes and backed her head as George’s cock slid into Lucy’s wet cunt.

“Shit!” Lucy exclaimed at the intrusion.

George’s balls swung heavily across Roxy’s nose, and she captured them in her mouth, toying them with her tongue. Roxy switched to Lucy’s clit, her tongue coated in Lucy and George’s taste. Lucy panted as the cock in her quim and tongue on her clit sent her over the edge.

“Fuck me, oh God, Fuck me! I’m going to…” She shuddered, and her juices covered Roxy’s face. George pulled out and lay back. Lucy and Roxy got on their knees and kissed. Then Roxy mounted George, sinking on him until he was fully inside. She rode him, hips rising and falling. She leaned forward, hands either side of his head and lowered her tit to his mouth. Lucy pulled her upright, kissing her as she ran her hand down Roxy’s body to her clit.  Roxy shook and moaned as her pussy clamped down on George, signaling her orgasm. She went limp and rolled off George, who pulled Lucy’s mouth to his cock. She deep-throated him, her nose buried in his pubes. Lucy sucked and swallowed, and George shot rope after rope of cum down the blonde’s throat.

They went to the master bathroom, which had a shower that could easily accommodate six people, ten if they were friendly, with 5 showerheads on the walls and dual rain showerheads on the ceiling. Afterward, they retired to George’s bedroom and fell asleep on the California king waterbed.