Penny's Worth - Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Penny's Worth - Chapter 4

... both knew to be true, but neither had said for fear of hurting the other. B and P had run its course. We weren’t packing the schedules like we used to. It had been months, and the act was growing stale and mundane. We both knew, in a short time, we wouldn’t be able to justify the penthouse overhead and would have to move it downscale. As far as Penny's persona went, I was only using it for this girl-on-girl show and at home for Dave. Most of my more upscale customers knew me now as Vivian. I was doing a more sophisticated look and style during the rest of the week. I was no longer trying to imitate some celebrity. Vivian was in her own class and was earning in a few hours what B and P combined did all day. Quinn looked around at our fancy venue. “I guess we’ll both miss this place.” I didn’t have the heart to tell her, I was here for three days earlier in the week entertaining Emile Suárez and had made a small fortune doing it. “No, we’re not going to quietly close the door behind us. We have the place until morning. Dave’s out of town on business. Is Ryan working the night shift?” “He rarely gets off before 6AM. What do you have in mind?” “Lots of booze, male strippers and the hottest whores this hotel has to offer. If that isn’t a recipe for complete debauchery, I don’t know what is.” She looked hesitant. “Your last day. No is not an answer.” ~ ~ ~ By 10 PM our impromptu party was just beginning to get rocking. Picture a dozen sisters of sin, most of us barely dressed and ...

... all drunk out of our minds. The music was pumping so hard that the walls nearly shook. Hayden a former pole dancer and stripper from New York who’d transitioned to dominatrix, was doing a slow grind on top of the coffee table and had just removed her G-string. She wiggled seductively before the woman of honor, displaying her bald snatch in front of Quinn’s laughing face. As Hayden turned around, her long blonde hair whipped over Quinn’s exposed breasts. Someone shouted, “Lap dance.” It could have been me; I was too bombed to be sure. Without further encouragement, the naked dancer planted her ass firmly in Quinn’s crotch and began to rub her ass across her legs. Quinn laughed and ran her hands of the other's boobs. Hayden spun around and came face to face with Quinn. “Legend has it you’re the best kisser this place ever had,” Hayden said in a deceitfully innocent voice. With that she placed her lips to Quinn’s and they locked into a French specialty. “I still say, I’m the best,” yelled Gloria. “And I’m finally going to prove it.” She pulled Hayden off of Quinn’s lap and pushed her onto the coffee table on her back. Her lips met the stripper’s and they carried on for several minutes. “Well? Who’s better? Me or Gloria?” “Sorry, Babe, you may be getting out of the game at the right time. Gloria edges you out.” Not a woman in the room wanted to have Gloria as number one kisser. While Hayden remained prostrate on the glass surface, each of us took a turn frenching her. In the end, ...