Message-ID: <34883asstr$1011676205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "John Ashcroft" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 22 Jan 2002 01:47:00.0648 (UTC) FILETIME=[AF126280:01C1A2E6] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 20:47:00 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} The Baby-Sitter Escort Service, Ch.3 {jashcroft} Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 00:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, apuleius This is mine. I wrote it; you can read it. (N.B.: "Read" is not synonymous with "steal," "repost," "archive," "rewrite," "redistribute," or "use on a pay site.") --- If you wrote fan mail for chs.1 & 2 and I didn't answer you, I apologize, but let's just say I _really_ underestimated the response I was going to get here. If I answered all my mail, I'd have no time to write this. But story ideas rule--keep them coming. I can't use them all, but I'm going to use some of them. I can't send missing story pieces either, but here are the links to previous chapters in the ASSM archives at ASSTR: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/34836 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/34807 --- The Baby-Sitter Escort Service by John Ashcroft Ch.3 A room, harsh fluorescent lights in the ceiling. A table, three people seated around it. One of them's a girl. She looks like Britney Spears' little sister: low-cut jeans, belly shirt, frosted blonde hair. Two of them are cops; bad suits, bad haircuts, bad attitudes. One's tall, fortyish; the other's on the far side of fifty, marking time until his pension kicks in. The tall one is talking. Pensioner is rubbing his balding scalp. "All right. So we're up to Wellington and Dillard." "You should really talk to Tricia about Mr. Dillard," the girls says. "She was his favorite. I fucked him a couple of times, but he really had a thing about her tits. He didn't even want Lauren, you know, 'cause she's so thin." Pensioner nods. "We're talking to her." "She's here?" "Next room over." The girl sits up. "Can I talk to her?" "Not now. We've got a lot more to cover here." The tall one shuffles his notes for a moment. "You were talking about the virginity auction. Am I right that it was you and Tricia who thought that up?" The girl fidgets and plays with her hair. "Well, sort of. We didn't get the idea for having an auction at first, and it was Lauren who thought of doing it that way. But yeah, it was Tricia who thought of selling it." Pensioner shakes his head. "How much did she go for?" The girl thinks for a moment. "It was like six thousand dollars or something. Do you want to talk about that now?" "Let's not get ahead of ourselves," the tall one says. "So you first had sexual relations with Neil Wellington on the same night Tricia first had sexual relations with Steve Dillard. What happened after that?" "We went to the mall." Pensioner groans. "Not the shopping. The next john." "Oh. It was--" --- "--Mr. Tolbert," I said. Tricia looked up from her hamburger. We were sitting in the food court surrounded by shopping bags. "You think so?" "You said you'd fuck him for free, didn't you?" "Yeah, sure, but you think we can get him?" "We've gotten them all so far," I said. "Why not? And one of us has to sit for them tonight anyway." "Who gets him?" "Do you want him? Since I got Mr. Wellington?" She nodded and took a swig of her Diet Coke. "Yeah. Okay. But I'm not going to fuck him in his car like I did with Mr. Dillard. That so intensely sucked." "Why?" "He just had me take my jeans off and sit on it. Then he held my butt and moved me up and down. It was so fucking uncomfortable, and just as I was starting to get a little turned on, he came." "You should try to set something up after school when you've got time, like I did with Mr. Taylor." "Yeah. I'm going to try to do that." "But get the money first. Always get the money first." --- A little while later, we went over to Barnes & Noble. While Tricia got some chocolate-mocha-frappa-ccino thing at the Starbucks counter and flirted with the college guy behind the register (she actually hated coffee until he started working there), I chased down a hunch, and sure enough they had it. I grabbed a copy and found Tricia sitting in the corner of the cafe staring moodily at her crush, who of course was completely ignoring her. "I found that book I was telling you about. The call-girl diary thing." She glanced at it for a second but went back to watching the guy at the counter. I kicked her under table. "Ow!" "Stop being a geek. Look at this." Now she finally paid attention. "What is it?" "I told you about it the other night. It's all about how call girls really do stuff. There's all sorts of things in here we can use." She flipped through it for a few seconds. "You know, I was thinking, we should get some sex manual, so we know more about what to do." "How? They'll never let us buy anything like that." "We'll steal it." I glanced around nervously to see if anyone had heard her. "We could get busted." "No, see, my brother showed me this, the shoplifting things work from these little magnetic strips they put in the all the books. If you take the strip out, they won't catch you." I thought about this for a moment. "Let's go see what they've got. If there's anything worth stealing." We went back into the book section and found the sex books. We'd looked at them lots of times before, but you had to be careful, because the staff would chase us away if they saw us. So when we did it, one of us would stand watch while the other one read. When we got to the stack, though, there was this creepy older guy standing there reading, and we had to wait about ten minutes before he finally left. When he was gone, I stood by the end of the row while Tricia went through the books. "What do you think we should get?" she asked. "One of those instruction manuals, the ones with all the pictures." She found one pretty quickly, but it was way too big for us to steal. They had like two whole bookcase sections of books, but most of them either didn't have any pictures or were totally useless things like story collections. "What about this?" She held up something entitled "How to Drive Your Man Wild in Bed." I took a quick look--a lot of advice I didn't understand and no pictures--and rejected it. "Let me look," I said. "Get up here." We switched places, and I started searching. In a few minutes, I found something that might work. It was small enough to shove into my purse and filled with actual photographs of people having sex. One even showed this woman sucking a guy's dick! It wasn't all graphic and sleazy like a porn mag, but she definitely had his dick in her mouth. And all around the picture were instructions explaining just how to do it. I showed it to Tricia. "Oh, my God!" she said. "Look at that!" "I know. Let's get this." "Okay. This is cool." Tricia started flipping through the book looking for the magnetic strip she'd mentioned. It took about five minutes before she found it, but eventually she shook out this little thing about the size of a match stick. We checked to make sure no one was watching and we weren't near any one-way mirrors, then shoved the book and the call-girl diary thing into my purse. We walked out as causally as we could, and though I was scared to death something was going to happen, no one came after us. We were too nervous after that to hang around the mall any longer, so we stuffed all the clothes we'd bought into one big Macy's bag so it wouldn't look like we'd bought anything expensive and called Tricia's mom to come get us. Then we went back to my house to read the books. --- Tricia started on the sex book, and I started reading the call girl diary. She kept wanting me to look at perverted stuff in the book, but I ignored her because call girl thing was so cool. Fuck going to college. This was what I wanted to do when I grew up--have sex with a bunch of rich guys and buy all the stuff at BCBG and Arden B and Betsy Johnson I wanted. Why the hell would I want to work? Then I got to something I hadn't really thought about. A lot of guys apparently wanted to have sex with two call girls at once, and the author talked about all sorts of lesbo stuff like it was completely normal. Whoa. I showed it to Tricia, and her eyes got really big. "Are we going to have to do that?" "I don't know." She gulped. "What if someone wants us to?" "I guess we don't have to do it. Except real call girls do, though they charge more money for it." "I guess they would. How much more?" "I don't know." "How much would it take to make you want to do it?" I lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling. I didn't know what to tell her, and I looked back at the book. That's when I saw something that answered the question that had been bugging me, whether you really had to be a lesbo to be a call girl. "We might not have to do it for real. We could fake it." "Fake it?" she asked. "Here. Read this." I showed the passage I'd found, where the girl talked about what she did when someone wanted her and her friend together. "I don't get it," Tricia said. "It's like, you wouldn't really go down on the other girl, you'd just pretend, and she'd pretend you were getting her off." "Wouldn't the guy be able to see? That you weren't really doing it?" That did seem to be a problem. I skimmed through the book some more without getting any answers. "I bet we could charge a lot more for it," Tricia said. "Yeah. How much, do you think?" "Well, we'd charge five hundred for each of us, right, just for having normal sex. That would be a thousand just to show up and take our clothes off. Plus maybe another two-fifty each for the lesbo stuff. So fifteen hundred." "Is that enough to make you want to do it? Just two-fifty?" "How much would you want?" "I think we should treat it just like they wanted us to have sex with someone else," I said. "That would be another five hundred." "A thousand each?" I thought about that for a few moments. I'd never once thought about doing lesbo stuff before, but a thousand bucks was a wicked shitload of money. God, what I could buy with _that_. "A thousand, yeah. I think I could do it for a thousand." Tricia didn't say anything--she just sat there spacing out, so I went back to reading. Then she said, "Do you think we should practice?" I looked up. She had the sex book open to the chapter on oral sex, and there was a big picture of some guy with his face in this woman's puss. You couldn't really see anything, but it was obvious what he was doing. And next to the picture was a drawing him actually doing it. "Practice?" "What if we take the money, then realize we can't do it? I don't want to have to back out after we get paid for it. That could get ugly." I hadn't thought of that. I didn't precisely want to fuck Tricia, but she had a point. "I figure," she said, "either we decide now that we won't do it, or we kind of need to be ready for it." I gulped. "What do you want to do?" She looked over at me nervously. "Have sex?" "For real?" "Sorta." I flopped on my back again. "I need to think about this." "It was just an idea." I didn't know what else to say about it and neither did she, so we both went back to reading. I was beginning to think we could just forget the whole idea, until I got to the next chapter of the diary, and once again, the narrator gets hired to have sex with her friend, except this time she complains that her client really likes to watch them and therefore they couldn't fake it like they usually did. But they still did it. _Fuck_. How badly did I want to be a call girl? I didn't want to become a lesbo, but a thousand bucks was a thousand bucks. And I knew from how Mr. Taylor and Mr. Dillard and even Mr. Wellington had acted that we had clients who would pay for something like that. "All right," I said. "Fuck it. Let's do it." Tricia looked over at me. "Are you sure?" "It seems like it goes with the job, from what I'm reading in here. And you're right. I don't want the first time to be when we're being paid. I don't want to freak out in front of some guy who just paid me a thousand bucks. We should see if we can do this before it really matters." "For real? Or just faking it?" I shook my head. "I really don't understand the faking it part. I don't see how it's much different anyway. We should just do it." She lay there looking lost for a moment. "So what do we do?" "Hold on." I got up and went downstairs. Mom was out with some friend of hers for lunch and--so she had said--wouldn't be back for another hour, but I wanted to be sure we were safe if we were going to do this. I went around locking all the doors and double-checking the street outside. Then I took a deep breath and went back up to my room. Tricia was right where I left her, still staring at the oral sex pictures. "Okay. We're safe." "What do we do?" "I guess we just pretend we're doing it with some guy watching." She got off the bed, and we started getting undressed. I'd seen Tricia naked before, like when she spent the night, but certainly not like this. I was nervous as fuck and starting to feel lightheaded, so I told myself we just had to get this out of the way. When we were both naked, I took a step toward her. "Just . . . close your eyes and pretend I'm a guy." "Okay." When her eyes were closed, I moved in and made myself kiss her. At first we just smooched weakly, but then she opened her mouth, and we started frenching each other. I felt my nipples touch her boobs, and a shiver ran down my back. We kissed each other for a few minutes, and after the initial shock wore off, I began to settle down a little. It wasn't that much different from kissing a guy, just gentler, I guess. I tried to remember what Mr. Taylor and Mr. Wellington had done to me. Both of them had sucked on my tits for a while, so I had Tricia lie on my bed. She kept her eyes closed, but she did it. I lay beside her and started kissing her boobs. At first, I felt totally fucking weird, but I made myself think about the money we could make doing this and got control of myself again. Sucking her nipples was pretty easy once I got used to it, and I tried to do what I remembered Mr. Taylor and Mr. Wellington doing. Tricia was lying totally still and just breathing hard. "Do you feel too funny?" I asked. She gulped. "I'm okay." I went back to sucking and kissing her tits until I knew I had put off going any further as long as I could. I forced all my nervousness down and moved slowly down between her legs. Tricia started to shiver and grabbed onto the bedspread as I got face-to-face with her puss. I felt briefly sick to my stomach and had to close my eyes until I calmed down. But I couldn't make myself lick her yet, so I just started by touching her, like Mr. Wellington had done to me last night. I rubbed my thumb against her clit and opened her up a little. I'd never been this close to a pussy before, not even my own, and it was weird to actually see all the stuff I knew I had but had never really gotten a good look at. Tricia was still lying there like she was paralyzed or something, so I said, "Is this doing anything for you?" She gulped again and still didn't open her eyes. "It feels okay." "Just okay? Am I doing it wrong?" "I don't know." I gathered up all my courage and stuck out my tongue. The first touch on her clit made me sick again, so I had to stop for a second, but I was beginning to get used to the idea of eating her. I started licking her gently, and after a minute or two of it, I no longer felt so nervous. I tried to do the things that had felt good when Mr. Wellington was doing me, and pretty soon Tricia wasn't acting so dead. She started moving and shivering a little and her breathing was really deep and noisy. I'd been licking her about five minutes when all of a sudden she let out a little whimper and arched her back. She stayed all tight for about five seconds and then relaxed. I stopped licking her and pulled back. "Did you come? She nodded. I still felt really weirded out by this whole idea, but that made me feel good on some stupid level. I crawled up the bed and lay beside her. "It wasn't that hard." She finally opened her eyes and sat up. She didn't say anything, she just rolled over and started sucking my tits. I was startled for a moment, then I decided to just lie still like she had done and pretend she was a guy. But it didn't work. She didn't feel like a guy at all, and what she was doing didn't feel like anything any guy had ever done to me. She was going too slow and gentle, and her hair was all over my chest. It felt good, though. When she started eating me, I just lay back and stretched myself open, and I found myself imagining that we were doing this while Mr. Taylor was watching us. That turned me on a lot more than I would ever have expected, and after only a few minutes, I felt myself getting close to coming. I didn't even think about it--I reached down and put my hands on her head like I would have done if she were a guy. She jumped for a second but kept licking me, and after about another fifteen or twenty seconds, I ripped a really good one, not as good as Mr. Wellington had given me but better than anything I'd gotten from the guys I'd let go down on me before we started this call girl thing. That was when something really fucking weird happened. Tricia didn't stop. She kept licking me, and if I wasn't imagining it, she seemed to be getting into this. She was pushing her face right into my puss and licking me really deep and fast. I was about to ask what she was doing when I felt her sticking her finger into me, and after that point, I couldn't think about much of anything until she made me come again about a minute later. After that, she stopped. "Whoa," I gasped. "Was that good?" "Uh-huh." "I was doing what the book said to do. For guys, I mean." I nodded. Something told me not to get into this with her, because I might not like where it went. But it meant we could do this, if the dads wanted us to. Yes, sir, Mr. Taylor, I'd love to go down on Tricia, but that will be a thousand bucks first. And we won't fake a thing, I promise. --- Tricia went home a while later, after Mom got back from lunch. She took the sex book and I hid the call girl diary inside my bed. I was downstairs watching TV about an hour later when Mom came into the den. "Kaitlyn? Is this yours?" I turned around to see what she meant. Oh, shit--she was holding my BCBG jacket, and she looked pissed. I hadn't meant to let her see it, but I must have left it out while Tricia and I were obsessing about lesbo stuff. "Uh--" "Is this that jacket you wanted me to buy you?" "Um, no--I mean, yes. But I got it at T.J. Maxx. It's a reject. It was marked way down." She looked it over for a second or two. "It looks fine to me." "I know. I don't know why it was rejected. But that's where I got it." "How much did it cost?" "Ninety-five. I had baby-sitting money saved up." She grumbled. "Honey, you know I don't like you to make purchases like that without discussing them with me first." "I'm sorry. But I was afraid someone else would buy it." She kept examining the jacket for another few seconds, picking over it as I prayed she bought this story. "All right. It's a lovely jacket, and I'm glad you found it for something approaching a reasonable price. But please don't do something like that again." "I'm sorry." She dropped the jacket on the couch and left. I let out a gasp of relief. _Shit_. That had been too close. From now on, I had to keep all my call-girl stuff hidden in the way back of my closet. The last thing I need was Mom screwing this up just when we were getting somewhere with it. --- Lauren called me after dinner. Apparently she and Tricia had talked before Tricia went off to sit for the Tolberts. She told me to log on and IM her because she didn't want anyone overhearing her. So I hung up and dialed into AOL. Her IM popped up the instant I was online. I launched into a big explanation about what I'd read and what we had thought about, but she interrupted me. I had been totally convinced she was going to freak over what Tricia and I had done, so I wasn't ready for this. I IM'd back. Wow. Fuck me with a stick. Who'd have thought I had two closet lesbians for friends? But if Lauren was on board with this idea too, we were set. And that was when I about shit myself, because she said: Okay--let me interrupt here so you understand something. I'd known Lauren since grade school, and I'd lost count of the times I'd heard people call her "mousy." It's not just because she was short and she had brown hair and brown eyes and all that, it's because she was so quiet and shy. I mean, yeah, she'd gone down on Kevin Johanssen and Jason Reid, but I knew it was just because she didn't want them to think she was a geek. I wasn't the least bit surprised when she told me the other night that she hadn't been able to get either one them off. I frankly never really thought she'd go along with our call girl idea, and I'd suspected that she was only pretending to because we were her friends. So when she said "auction," I just sat there with my jaw down until she IM'd me again. _God_. I guess it really is the quiet ones. I thought about this idea for a moment. Ten of the Dads we sat for, who included some pretty fucking rich men, competing with each other to see who got to fuck Lauren for her first time. Jesus Fucking Christ. There was no telling how much money we might make from something like that. My head started to spin just thinking about it. --- [Ch.4 coming when it gets written] _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+