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Friday, January 4, 2013

Penultimate Hustle: L.A. - Chapter 2

2 – The Twins

Gia and Mia were identical blonde twins, b-size, d-cup, trim and gorgeous. They arrived to their audition, contracts in hand, ten minutes late. This was a bad sign to Janique, who let the event pass unremarked.
Gia offered apologies while Mia simply said, “Parking issues.”
“Well, you’re here now. Did you girls read your contracts?”
“Yes, ma’am. Very generous,” Gia said.
“Yeah,” Mia added.
“Well, let’s get on with the audition, unless you have any questions.”
“No, ma’am,” Gia said.
Janique stuck her head in Janice’s office.
“Hold my calls. We’re going to audition the hell out of Mia and Gia.”
“Have fun,”
She led the girls into her office, which had been supplied with a couch. Even Chris grew mildly interested at the sight of them, and put his magazine down.
When the door closed, Janique said, “Strip,” and began undressing. Chris followed suit, and Gia quickly tossed her clothes in a pile in the corner, standing in perfect slave posture, arms down, palms pointed outward.
Mia, on the other hand, took her time, folding her clothes neatly and placing them on the desk. When she had finished, Chris stepped forward eagerly, and Janique said, “In your chair.” Her intention was to torture him for the first half by making him wait.
She attacked the girls with ferocity, pushing them down onto the couch and attending to both at the same time, kissing one and then the other, and mauling their tits, Then she slid to the floor in front of them and forced their legs open.
Janique slid three fingers into each, and alternated between licking their pussies. Gia was the first to orgasm, followed shortly thereafter by Mia.
While the two lay back exhausted and panting, Janique said to Mia, “Now eat your sister’s pussy.”
“What? I can’t do that.”
“Twin porn is going to be huge. Do it.”
“I just can’t.”
Janique retrieved her purse and put a thousand dollars on the desk.
“Gia, I’ll give you a thousand dollars if you dominate your sister.”
Mia looked alarmed, and a small grin played across the face of Gia, who looked thrilled to have the chance at a bit of payback on her high-maintenance sister.
She rose from the couch and grabbed her arms, forcing them behind her back and kissing her roughly against her will. Then she placed one leg on the couch and grabbed Mia’s hair with both hands.
“Eat my pussy, you bitch,” she said, pushing her face into her bare snatch. Mia relented and began licking and fingering Gia. The essential wrongness of the act quickly brought her to a second orgasm. Then she shoved her back onto the couch and reciprocated.
Soon, Mia shuddered with convolutions herself and collapsed in a heap, sweating.
“See?” Janique said. “We’re all sisters at Ultimate Hustle. You may rise,” she told Chris.
He stood, and Janique led him by the hand to the center of the couch. He sat, and the girls, their inhibitions now lost, doubled up on Chris, kissing each other as they licked his balls and sucked his cock in turn.
Janique was putting on a strap-on, and said, “Mia, lick his ass.” When she was ignored, she said, “Gia…”
Gia forced her sister’s mouth onto Chris’s asshole and pushed at the back of her head.
“Good girl,” Janique said.
She positioned Gia on Chris’s cock facing forward, and then began fucking Mia from behind as she rubbed her own pussy.
Superstar Chris Turner didn’t last long. When he pulled out, all three girls gathered around him for a faceful of cum. Janique made the twins lick her and Chris clean, and then each other.
When they had finished, Gia said meekly, “How did we do?”
Janique lay back, eyes half-closed.
“Oh, safe to say you got the job.”
“Yay!” Gia said.
Everyone got dressed and Janique got their contract packets. With a Sharpie, she wrote ‘Perfection’ on one, and ‘Useless’ on the other, and placed them on the desk. When Mia predictably reached for the one marked ‘Perfection’, Janique said, “No, that’s Gia’s.”
“No buts. Unless you want to shoot an anal movie today.”
“Okay, okay. Useless. Fine.”
“Thank you, Janique,” Gia said, hugging her. “That was great.”
“No problem. I’ll see you two girls in the morning, nine a.m.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
In the ultimate act of cruelty, Gia peeled off a single hundred dollar bill and handed it to her sister.
A still damp Janique entered Janice’s office.
“Ugh, this place needs a shower. How’d we do finding a decorator?”
“I found the company I’d like to use. Where do we start.”
“Get them in here to brainstorm with us.”
“How’s this afternoon?”
“That’d be great. Also, get a Mr. Payback on the line for Chris.”
“Will do.”
A few minutes later, Janice buzzed him on the intercom.
“A Mr. Payback for you, sir.”
“Thanks, Janice.”
Chris pressed the button for line one.
“Hi, Payback? My name is Chris Turner. I did time with Tokio.”
“Tokio Jones.”
“I know who you mean. There’s only one Tokio, man. I just didn’t know he did time lately.”
“He is doing time. He’s also crippled.”
“Get the fuck outta here.”
“Serious. Broken back. He’s getting an operation to repair it.”
“Thanks for the bad news.”
“He had me call because he wants you on his defense team. Also, I could use legal advice.”
“Man, I’m still in law school. But if I can help Toke, I’m down.”
“Cool.” Chris gave him the address and said, “Can we meet to discuss specifics?”
“Any time, Mr. Turner. A friend of Tokio’s is a friend of mine.”
“How’s three?”
“At three I have class. I can be there at four-thirty.”
“Great. I’ll see you then.”
“One more thing. Can you get any cocaine?”
“Sure thing. I’ll bring you a ball.”
Mia and Gia were sent off to meet up with Lateesha, who was still working on the package. A small army of designers arrived shortly thereafter, led by a surly but beautiful Italian woman, Natalia, who perpetually had a cigarette holder clenched between her teeth.
Natalia spoke a version of English that seemed exclusive to French and Italian girls.
“Vut do you need?” she asked Janique, ignoring Janice entirely.
“Well, we’d like our offices to look like real offices. The kitchen needs work. I want the bathroom expanded to include a bidet and shower. I need a bedroom for my girls. Eventually, a nursery.”
“A nursery. Don’t you make porno?”
“Our employee benefits package is very comprehensive.”
“I see. Budget?”
“Oh, fifty thousand or so. I want things to be tasteful and functional. After all, this is our home away from home. If it works out, I’ll also have you decorate our apartment. Plus there are more rooms to remodel down the line.”
Natalia sniffed. “No problem. Two weeks.”
Her group roved the halls, taking measurements and photographs until she was satisfied.
“Janice,” Janique said. “Get me the numbers for the top three porn distributors in the country.”