One Trick Penny – Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

One Trick Penny – Chapter 10

The Bigger Bang “Thanks for meeting me here.” I looked around the room of the restaurant of the Aventeen Hotel for our waiter. I wasn’t sure Quinn would want a glass of wine, but was sure I needed one. Wednesday afternoon. I knew that would be a busy working day for her. “No, it is nice to have a break between clients,” she said waving to the restaurant manager. He nodded in acknowledgement. A minute later, two glasses of Sauvignon blanc were delivered to our table without asking. After taking a sip, Quinn said, “Don’t worry about rushing, I set my own schedule.” “You don’t have someone waiting?” “Sure, but they’ll wait. If they get too horny, they can find someone else, that’s fine. I’m never hurting for business.” “You do all your activities here?” “Most. I never work from my condo. Besides, this place is sheltered.” The waiter returned to take our order. I felt a little uneasy about what I was about to suggest and waited for the appetizers to arrive. I wondered what the word “sheltered” meant, but I was more interested in talking to her about my latest idea and didn’t want to be sidetracked. She took another sip of the wine. “You seem quiet.” “I hope you won’t think this is a totally stupid idea. I want to give Dave a special treat.” “I take it, I’m involved. I’m sure I won’t think it’s foolish.” Quinn was as always, perceptive. I was sure she’d already figured out the first part of my plan. Still, I might be able to surprise her. “Would you be willing to do a ...

... threesome? I’d pay your going rate, of course.” I had some money saved up from Dave and some of my other minor adventures; this seemed a great way to use it. “Ah, Ménage à trois. Every man’s fantasy. So few are able to reap the full benefit, but they all want to try.” She had a wry smile across her face. “Sure, I’ve performed a lot of those. I’d love to share a client with you.” “There’s more to it. You wouldn’t happen to have a long blonde wig, would you?” I went on to explain that with her petit stature, if done up correctly, she’d be a perfect partner for Penny.” ~ ~ ~ Two days later, she arrived at my motel room at 8:00 p.m. I styled the wig to drape past her shoulders with bangs over the eyes and applied the lipstick and makeup in a fairly conservative manner, without being too austere. I had her dress in a coquettish black garter belt with opaque stockings, but wear a pair of extreme chunky heels, that brought her eye level only an inch below mine. The final touch, of course, was the pair of black thick rimmed glasses. As we looked at ourselves in the mirror, Quinn was the one that exclaimed, “Oh my gosh, we really do look just like those two girls from that television show. I’m Bernadette.” Not completely identical. Quinn’s nose is smaller and my face isn’t as round, but we made a convincing pair of replicas. She looked around the room and in a voice two octaves higher said, “You know, this place is a dump. You deserve better next time.” She even sounded convincing. I nearly ...