I was really glad she was on birth control.
*****
Sally didn’t say anything about Rob and what happened until the next night after Ally was in bed. The she when she undressed for bed, and she had her back to me, she said, “I liked it.”
“What part did you like?” I knew I’d liked it. I had a real challenge to focus on my classwork when all I could see was Sally riding Rob’s cock and his jizz dripping out of her pussy.
“The getting paid part,” she sighed. “Which means I enjoyed all of it. I came so hard…”
“And you’re thinking about the weekend shift?”
She nodded. “Would you hate me?”
“No. I love you. Are you sure you want to do that?”
“I don’t know.” Sally bit her lip. “It was easy money with Rob. And you were on fire afterwards. But I don’t want to be a whore. If I do this, everyone will know.”
“Everyone here, which isn’t where we’re going to be after I graduate in May. If you want to try it, that’s OK with me. But be careful. The stories I’ve heard are pretty wild. Guys taking turns and sex in public. It won’t be like sex with Rob or with me.” The truth of what I said sent a shiver down my spine.
She frowned. “I dunno. The money is supposed to be very good. It might be OK to let things just happen for a night.”
“Or two? These are weekend gigs. What if they get out of control?”
“I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.” Donna looked at me with her serious look. “But can I ask about it?”
“Yes…”
Chapter two:
On Thursday, when Sally came back from work, she sat down at the kitchen table where I was doing homework with a cup of coffee. Her face was serious, and her eyes kept focusing on something in the distance.
“I talked to Margie.”
Margie was the manager at Elwood’s.
“And?” I looked up at her. My pulse quickened. Naughty sex was one thing but working one of Elwood’s ‘parties’ was something else. Occasionally I’d hear jocks bragging about what went on at these team parties. If you could believe them, the party’s sex was wild.
“She said they need help for a big party this weekend.” She took my hands in hers. “I would be on a trial basis. And there are rules.”
“Like?” This sounded like a job interview.
“After dinner, Elwood’s is a private club. No one but staff and members allowed. Like no boyfriends or whatever. Girls are expected to work with no drama. And there is a uniform for the club shift that is basically a miniskirt and a tube top. Girls are expected to be available to the club members and there are private rooms for private activities. ”
“No question that you’re supposed to provide sexual services, right?”
“There’s a menu. Straight sex, blowjobs. Quickies in the hallway. Naked lap dances. Waitresses are expected to deliver drinks, do lap dances and service members. Dancers have to dance on stage and give lap dances and private arrangements with members.”
“Who are the members? Did she tell you?”
“Well, the deal here is that the members are alumni of the school, and they like to take care of the players on their favorite team. Tomorrow night there is going to be a dinner for the home team and their opponents. That’s over fifty players, plus coaches and supporters. Margie said she’s going to need every girl she can get to work Friday night. She said bring plenty of condoms.”
“Holy shit.” I looked her in the eye. The idea of her working that party excited me and frightened me. Would she want to be touched by all those men? “How much are you getting paid?”
She looked at me with a vaguely disappointed expression. “I get 75% plus tips. Margie said I could easily make five hundred. Or more.”
“Do you want to do it?” I asked. “Do you want to have sex with dozen different men tomorrow night?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know if I want to have sex like that. If it’s like Rob then its fine, I guess. But I expect it to be just a job, like waiting on tables. Ask the customer what he wants and then give it to him.”
“What if he wants anal sex?” Sally had been explicit with me from the beginning that she didn’t do anal. Would this change her mind? Would she get hurt?
Now she looked uncomfortable. “Anal isn’t on the menu, thankfully.”
“Better think carefully what you are willing to do. And they might not give you the option to pick and choose your services.”
“Margie said that what I did was my business, but we were going to be short on rooms and to ‘stick a finger in their asshole make them finish quicker.'” Sally grimaced.
“Sounds like Margie has a business model that puts quantity over quality.”
“It’s just business.” Then Sally kissed me hard before she went in to take her shower.
I stared at the page in front of me but all I saw was Sally getting speared by cock after cock with a big smile on her face. Would she be satisfied with me afterwards? A shiver of fear ran up my spine. My Sally was going to be a prostitute. Was a prostitute, since she’d already taken money for sex.
When I thought about it those were two different ideas. Her having sex with someone other than me, and her getting paid for it. Like she said it wasn’t a lot different than waiting on tables.
Chapter three:
Sally:
Friday night was the party. I was nervous and scared and excited. Something about getting paid for sex made me hot. But before we got to the sex for hire part there was four hours of waiting tables. Thankfully they didn’t make us wear the club uniform for the dinner crowd. The old ladies would crap their panties if they saw us prancing around in a not-quite-there mini skirt and tube top with our boobs bouncing.