When she returned to her motel room, the girl went into the bathroom and showered. When she had finished, she dried herself briskly, powdered her body and slipped into a short, black transparent negligee that she knew would please her guest when he arrived.
Dropping into a chair to wait, she hoped her tired cunt would be able to handle the man when he arrived. It was so ridiculous to be balling these strange men when she didn't need the money.
Sitting there, she firmly decided that this would be her last trick. After tonight, her brief time as a prostitute was over. She wished that as soon as she'd serviced her client, she could go home to her husband, but she knew that she had to spend the rest of the night in the motel room because he thought she was out of town.
Hearing a light rap on the door, she got up and answered it. "Hi," she said coyly, surprised to see two rather pleasant-looking men.
"Are you Jan?" the first one asked.
"Yes," she answered, glancing at the second person.
"I have a date with you this evening," he continued.
"But I was only expecting one guest," she stammered, confused at the sight of the second man.
"This is Bill," he smiled. "He's a friend of mine from out of town and he's looking for a little action."
"Hi, Bill," she smiled, liking the man's open face. "Come on in and join the party."
She was pleased at the way both men stared at her big cherry-hard nipples that were clearly revealed through her almost transparent gown.
"My name is Gerald," the first one volunteered as they stepped through the door.
When the guests were seated, Jan stood in front of them, aware that her little triangle of pubic hairs could be clearly seen through her negligee.
"Would either of you gentlemen care for a drink?" she volunteered. "I have either Scotch or bourbon."
"No thanks," Bill leered, "I had something else in mind."
"Hey," she giggled, turning to Gerald "your friend's pretty horny."
They all laughed.
"Okay," she smiled, "let's get down to the subject of fuckin'."
"That's it!" Gerald laughed. "I came to fuck!"
"Don't worry, baby," she whispered, "you're gonna get the juiciest fuck that you've ever had."
Bill removed his coat, and Jan walked over and seated herself between them on the couch.
"Okay," she giggled, pulling up her shot negligee, teasingly rubbing her finger against the slippery lips of her blatantly exposed slit. "Who gets his cock into my hot little pussy first?"
They looked nervously at each other, their throbbing cocks very visible in their pants.
"Shit," she laughed, lightly touching their hard bulges, "you both have big enough cocks to choke a horse! Who goes first?"
"Me," grinned Bill, getting up and removing his shirt.
"You look pretty dangerous," Jan giggled, referring to the way his cock was thrusting out against the front of his pants.
Slipping out of her little gown, she smiled at him, pleased at the way his eyes were admiring her fresh young figure. Walking over to the bed, she rolled onto her back, lewdly teasing her open pussy with her fingers.
"Hey, Gerald," she giggled, "are you just gonna ut there and watch Bill screw me?"
"No, I'll go in the bathroom until it's my turn," he laughed, standing up.
"By the way, Bill," she smiled, "haven't you forgotten something?"
"What?"
"Money," she giggled. "I don't fuck for nothing."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he stammered, reaching into his wallet and handing her some bills.
Carefully counting them, Jan placed them in her beg that was on the bedside table. Glancing back at him, Jan was surprised to see Bill putting his shirt on again.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Okay, baby," the other man sneered, walking across the room and holding his badge in front of her eyes. "I'm Sergeant Knolls with Vice. Now get your little ass out of bed. We're taking you downtown."
"Why?" she gasped.
"We're bookin' you," he snapped, "that's why."
"You fuckin' creep!" she screamed.
"Hurry up!" the other one urged. "Get some clothes on or we'll drag your bare as into the station."
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, suddenly frightened.
"Book you."
"Please," she sobbed.
"What's your name? Your real name?"
"Jan Wilson."
Reaching into her bag he took out her wallet.
"Shit," he mumbled, handing it to his partner. "This little broad has a pile of credit cards."
"Probably stolen," Bill laughed. "These tramps don't have credit cards."
"No," she sobbed. "They're mine."