Little Shop of Whorers
It was a new shop over on Dinkers, and practically smack dab right in front of the university’s west gate. Everyone had groaned when it had opened up. Another coffee shop, everyone thought. Yeah right. We’ll see how long this one lasts.
But if looks were to be believed, it was lasting just fine. At least that’s what Jeanie was thinking. In fact, the place was packed.
“Do you think we’re going to be able to find a seat?” Carla asked.
Carla and Jeanie and Sam looked at one another. It was a good question. “I think I see a table opening up,” Jeanie said.
“You go grab it,” Carla said. “We’ll get our orders. What do you want?”
“I’m not sure yet. I’ll come up and get mine on my own,” Jeanie said. “Just go.”
Jeanie was already homing in on the open table. She could see someone else had seen it too but ha, too late. She was going to get there first. “Are you guys leaving?” she asked the couple who was obviously going.
“Yeah, sure,” the girl said.
Jeanie slipped into one of the seats just as another girl carrying a cup of coffee and a small pastry came up to the table. “Hey,” the girl said.
“What?” Jeanie asked with as much innocence as she could muster.
“I was going to get this table.”
“Sorry,” Jeanie said. “I guess I got here first.”
“Yeah,” the girl said wistfully. “Hey, can I sit here?”
Jeanie could have been mean but she really didn’t have it in her and besides, the girl seemed nice. A little waifish, maybe, but cute in that little girl lost kind of way. Any other time, Jeanie might have let the girl have a seat but not this time. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m saving those chairs for my friends.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry.”
“Yeah,” the girl said wistfully and with that, she turned to walk off.
“What’d she want?” Carla asked as the girl ambled away.
“You really want to know?”
“Yeah.”
“She wanted your chair,” Jeanie said with a laugh.
“My chair?”
“Yeah, but I told her no.”
The raven-haired Carla turned and stuck her tongue out at the girl’s retreating back.
“Hey, that wasn’t nice.”
“What? She can’t see me.”
“Yeah, but I can.”
“So you going to get something?” Sam asked.
“Yeah sure,” Jeanie said.
“And if you hurry back,” Carla said, “we promise not to give your seat to your friend.”
“You better not.”
Carla just smiled. “We’ll see about it.”
Jeanie made her way to the front and she stood in line looking over the various offerings. There was a lot to choose from.
She stepped forward and then it was finally her turn at the register. “What can I get for you?” a harried looking girl asked.
“I’ll get a caramel latte,” she said.
“Sure thing. Would you like whip cream on top?”
“Not a lot,” Jeanie said. A girl had to watch her figure, she told herself.
“Okay then. What’s your name?”
“Jeanie.”
“That’ll be four ninety-five,” the girl said.
Jeanie gave the girl a five and tossed the nickel in a tip jar and then she moved to the enter of the counter to wait for her drink. It wasn’t long before a guy with spiked hair put the drink on the counter. “Jeanie,” the man called out, and when Jeanie arrived, she found there was a little pastry there with a note that said we hope to see you soon.
She picked up the coffee and the pastry and she headed back to her table.
“What’s that?” Carla asked.
“What’s what?”
“That,” Carla said, pointing at the pastry. “What’s that?”
“I don’t know. It came with the drink. What? Didn’t you get one,” and yet even as she said it, Jeanie realized that neither one of her friends had had a pastry. “I guess they only give these out to nice girls who know better than to stick their tongues out at people.”
“Hey!”
“What?”
“I’m nice.”
“Yeah, well tell that to Allison Hannigan.”
“Hey, she had that coming to her.”
“Says you.”
“Says everyone.”
“Whatever, but I’m going to have fun eating my pastry.”
“I hope you get fat,” Carla said.
“Hey!”
“What?”
“That’s not nice.”
“So now I have to buy your friendship. Is that what you’re saying?”
Sam snorted. “Would you two just knock it off,” she said. “You guys do this every time we get together.
“She started it,” Jeanie said.
“I did not,” Carla countered.
“I don’t care. Just stop it, the both of you.”
Jeanie smugly popped the last of the pastry in her mouth. “Sure,” she said. “I’m willing to stop anytime she does.”
Carla glared at her friend and Sam just shook her head. “You two,” she said. “Sometimes, I don’t know what gets in to you guys.”
The worst thing, Jeanie knew, was that their friend was right. There was just something about her friend that brought out the worst in her and it wasn’t even like she didn’t like Carla. She really did like her. It was just like whenever they got together, all of the sudden, they just got so competitive. It was almost like they were a couple of ... boys.
And besides, she told herself, it was more fun to talk about the boys than it was to act like them.
Of course, boys weren’t all they talked about, but it was a major part of the conversation.
Later that night as Jeanie readied herself for bed, Jeanie couldn’t help but think back on the coffee shop. It wasn’t the first coffee place that had gone in there. They’d even had a Starbucks in there but for whatever reason, every single one of them had failed. She kind of hoped this one was going to make it, she thought as she brushed out her hair. She wasn’t sure why but there was just something about the shop that she liked.
That night as she laid in bed, she couldn’t seem to get comfortable. There was too much noise outside of her apartment. It was too hot in her apartment. It was too cold in her apartment. She groaned as she rolled in her bed. This couldn’t be happening to her, she told herself. She needed to get some sleep.
Eventually though, she managed to get herself to sleep.
It was a weird dream, she told herself.
She’d been in her bed when she’d woken up but it was still dark out so she’d known it wasn’t morning yet.
She sat up in bed. She had to go somewhere, she told herself. She wasn’t sure where it was she had to go. She just knew she had to go somewhere.
She’d picked up her keys and her purse and she’d walked to her car. It was only after she’d gotten inside that she realized she was wearing next to nothing. Just a pair of panties and nothing else and yet that seemed not to bother her in the least.
She had no idea where she was going but wherever it was, it was clear that it wasn’t just aimless roaming. She knew she was going somewhere.
She pulled up in front of the coffee shop only to find that the place was completely dark and yet, that was okay, too.
She got out of her car and she walked around to the back of the store and she wasn’t at all surprised to find a door there. She knocked on the door.
The door opened to a well lit room and a man ushered her inside. He looked her up and down. “Would you look at you?” he said. “I’ll bet you’re going to make yourself lots of money, aren’t you?”
She didn’t disagree with him but then she didn’t agree either.
“Come on inside,” the man told her.
She stepped into the shop and she let the man lead her to a bank of computer monitors. She noticed that there were other girls who were just like her. Shy girls. Innocent girls. Girls dressed in panties and nothing else. One of the girls was the girl she’d seen in the coffee shop, the one with the pastry.
The man handed her some headphones. “Here,” he said. “Put these on.”
She put the headphones on.
“Sit here,” the man said.
She sat where she was told to sit.
“I think we’ll call you Mandy. What do you think about that?”
She thought that was fine but she didn’t tell the man that. Instead, she just looked at the screen because that was all she wanted to do.
I, um, I don’t know where to begin. I guess I’ll just say I was concerned about my sister and I’ll leave it at that.
Yeah, but I can’t leave it at that because even though Jeanie and me are identical twins, she’s always been the smarter one and the more ambitious one. I know people will say to me, “Why can’t you be more like your sister,” and my response is always the same. “I couldn’t be any more like her if I tried.”
Sometimes, people laugh at that. Sometimes, they look at me with this look that says you don’t get it, you stupid girl, and the answer is yeah, I do get it. I know what they’re talking about but what they don’t get is just because we’re twins, that doesn’t mean I have to be just like her.
I think in a way, it was almost a conscious decision. My sister and I, we were so much alike that we took steps to differentiate ourselves from one another. She became the studious one and I became the one who was always cutting classes. She became the cheerleader and the closest I ever got to a football game was when I had sex with Michael Fogerty back behind the bleachers. It was almost a case of anything you can do, I can so something else better.
But when I didn’t hear from her, I just knew something was wrong. This might come as a surprise to a lot of people, but as different as we were, in the end, we were still very close and when she didn’t call me, I just knew something was wrong.
So, of course, I tried calling her.
She answered on the second ring. “Hello?”
“Hey, Jeanie, it’s me, Cindy.”
“Oh hey, sis. What’s up?”
“That’s what I was wondering with you. You didn’t call.”
“Oh man. You know how things are. Things have been so busy here.”
Okay, that’s when I knew something was wrong. My sister’s a total neat freak. Everything has to be totally organized just the way she wants it and if it’s not, she’s going to make sure it gets put the way she wants it. There’s no way she’d ever get to be “so busy” that she couldn’t call. It probably wasn’t written down in her day planner that she should call me but to tell the truth, I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”
“Sure I’m sure. Why wouldn’t I be sure.”
“Well, you didn’t call.”
She just laughed at that. “You know it’s okay if I don’t call every once in a while.”
“This isn’t like you,” I said.
“Come on,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong. I’m just fine.”
She was back in her dream again only it was different and it was the same. She was dressed just as she had been before, in a pair of panties and in nothing else. She was in a room on her knees and she was wearing the same headphones that she’d worn before.
She was looking at a monitor. She wasn’t sure why she was looking at the monitor or even what it was she was looking at. It was weird in fact. While she was looking at the monitor, she couldn’t seem to see what was on it and she couldn’t seem to look away.
The same was true with her headphones. She knew she was listening to something. She just couldn’t seem to recall what it was.
Her hands stroked her panties. She could feel the fabric as it pressed against her pussy. More than anything, she wanted to slide her hand inside those panties. More than anything, she wanted to take care of her pussy.
But that wasn’t allowed.
She didn’t question why it was that it wasn’t allowed. It was simply enough to know that it wasn’t allowed so her fingers pressed her panties against her pussy and she wished desperately that she could touch herself like she wanted to do.
This was just great. I was going to have to go up there to State to see my sister and the truth was I didn’t have the time for it. Mr. Henrihatty had already been bugging me about my time off but I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong.
And the worst part about it was that according to Jeanie, there was absolutely nothing wrong. In fact, she’d sounded almost giddy when I’d talked with her on the phone, and that would have been all well and good with some people except that I’d never known my sister to ever be giddy.
But there was more to it than that. Call it twins intuition if you want but I’ve felt like Jeanie and me were connected in some way but over the past couple of days, it had come to feel like that connection had somehow been lessened between us. I didn’t know what had happened to her but I just knew I had to go.
It wasn’t the same dream as she’d had before but there were parts of it that were the same.
She was sitting in her bedroom now and that much at least was different. In the dreams before, she’d been in another place but now she was here in her bedroom. That much was different.
Just like the times before, she was sitting in front of a computer monitor, only this time she could see what was on the screen. It was a man and he was much older than her. He’d said he was 42. That was old enough to be her father and yet here she was flirting with him.
“I’m not wearing much,” she’d typed on her keyboard. That much was true. In her past dreams, she’d only been wearing her panties but now at least she was wearing a gauzy, little teddy. It still wasn’t much but it was more than she’d been wearing before.
“I’d still like to see it,” the man had typed back.
“I know,” she’d typed back, “but honey, you know what? I’m really horny.”
Honey, she thought. She’d never, ever called a guy honey and she certainly hadn’t ever told a guy that she was horny.
“Can’t you do it,” the man typed back.
“Sure I can, but honey, you know what?”
“What?”
“I really want to see you.”
“You can see me on your screen,” the man had typed back.
“Yeah, I know but it’s not the same. You know what I want?”
“What?”
“How much money do you got?”
“Huh?”
“How much money do you got on you right now?”
“I don’t know. A hundred bucks maybe.”
“Can you get more?”
“I guess. Why?”
“’Cause I want to see you.”
“What’s that got to do—”
“Don’t you want to see me, Baby?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“If you bring me some money, you can see me.”
“But I don’t get it.”
“You know what,” she wrote. “I don’t believe you anymore. I don’t believe you really want to see my body.”
“But I do.”
“Then prove it.”
“How?”
“I want you to bring me five hundred dollars.”
Five hundred dollars?”
“Baby, don’t you think I’m worth it?”
“Yeah. I guess.”
“And if you do what I’m saying, you’ll get to fuck me. You do want to fuck me, don’t you?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“So do you think you could do it? Do you think you could get the cash?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Good, and Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“Hurry, please, ‘cause I’m so horny.”
It wasn’t long before there came a knock at her door. It never occurred to her just how it was that the man had gotten inside her apartment or how it was that he was knocking on her bedroom door. She was just glad that he was here.
“Mandy?” the man asked as she pulled him into the room.
“Yeah, Baby. That’s me. I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me, too,” the man said nervously.
“Did you bring the money?” she asked.
“Yeah,” and with that, the man fished a wad of bills out of his pocket.
She quickly counted the bills out and then she looked at the man. “I’m so glad you came, Baby. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. It means you really care about me and you know what I want to do?”
“What?”
“Baby, I totally want to return the favor. You know what I want to do? I totally want to suck your cock. Can I do that? Can I suck your cock?”
“But I thought we were going to—”
“Please, Baby. Please! I really want to suck your cock.”
“I ... I—”
“Please, Baby.” She was already leading him to the bed and then her hands were working at his belt. “Look at you,” she cooed as her hand stroked the front of the man’s pants. “You’re so big inside here.”
“You really think so?”
“Oh, Baby, I know so. Now I know I have to suck you.”
The man could feel his pants being pulled down and before he knew what was happening, he was being pushed onto the bed and the girl was sliding in between his legs and her hand stroked his cock before she let her mouth slide down around his cock. “Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again. Damn, that was good.
And she wasn’t stopping, either. Her mouth just kept moving up and down on his cock.
Fuck, the man told himself. He’d really wanted to get his cock inside her pussy but damn, if she was going to suck his cock like this ...
And just when it seemed inevitable that her mouth was going to get his cock off, she pulled her mouth free from his cock. “Hey,” she pouted. “I thought you were going to fuck me.”
“W-what?”
“I thought you were going to fuck me.”
“Yeah, but—”
“But what? Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“Yeah.”
The girl moved up and she straddled the man’s legs and her hands spread the teddy just a little. “Should I take this off,” she teased.
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
The girl slipped the teddy off and she loved the way the man’s eyes just seemed to lock in on her breasts. “Do you like these?” she asked as her hands cupped her breasts.
“Yeah.”
“But I’ll bet you wont to see my pussy, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’m going to need some help if that’s what you want. Do you think you can help me?”
“Help you?”
“Yeah. I need a big, strong man to help me out of my panties. Do you think you can do that?”
The man licked his lips and he nodded.
“Oooh, Baby, I was sure you could.”
The man’s hands reached up and they stroked her legs as they worked their way up to her ass where they lingered before finally working their way up to the waistband.
“That’s it, Baby. Just take those panties down and then we can get started.”
The man did as she was told and that’s when Mandy reached between her legs and she took hold of the man’s cock. “Oooh, Baby,” she purred. “I just love your cock so much. I can’t wait to feel it inside me.”
She was probably lying, the man told himself, but he just didn’t care anymore.
She brought her pussy down until her lips were just grazing the man’s cock. “Oooh, Baby,” she moaned and then without further ado, she pushed herself even further down on the man’s cock. “Oooh, Baby.”
The man couldn’t have put it any better. Her pussy just felt so tight around his cock.
“Oh, Baby, I love your cock,” the girl cooed.
The man groaned. There just wasn’t any way he was going to be able to hold back.
“Oh, Baby. Are you going to cum inside me?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
“I want you to,” the girl said. “I want to feel it. I want you to cum inside me.”
And he had.
Jeanie smiled guiltily. Where that dream had come from was a surprise to her but of course, she wasn’t that girl. She was a college student who went to classes and tried to get good grades and who liked to hang out with her friends and who liked to go to the mall more often than her pocketbook said she should, but she most certainly wasn’t the type of girl who picked guys up off the Internet and invited them over to fuck her. God, that girl was such a slut.
The phone rang and Jeanie went to answer it. “Hullo?”
“Hey, Sis,” said the other voice on the other end of the line.
“Cindy.”
“Just wanted to let you know I’m going to be coming up there to see you and I thought maybe we could get together or something.”
“Uh oh. Is something wrong?”
There was a pause before her sister answered. “No. There’s nothing wrong. I just wanted to see you. Can’t a sister come see her sister every once in a while.”
Jeanie laughed. “Sure you can, but I thought your boss.”
“It’s okay,” her sister said.
“You’re sure it’s okay?”
“Yeah, it’s okay. Unless you’re telling me you don’t want me to come.”
“No. I want you to come.”
“Cool, and hey. I found this cool new coffee shop I want to show you.”
“I can’t wait,” her sister said.
“So when’d you say you were going to be here?”
“A couple of hours,” she said.
“Great. I can’t wait.”
I couldn’t help but fume all the way up there. I mean, here I was taking time off of work because I thought there was something wrong with my sister, and she was talking about taking me out to some new coffee shop she’d found.
Of course, maybe that was the problem. Maybe there wasn’t anything wrong. Maybe it was all in my head.
But it couldn’t be all in my head. It just couldn’t be.
The two sisters had spent the day together. At first, Cindy had looked for signs that there was something wrong and when there appeared to nothing wrong, she looked deeper.
And when she looked deeper, there still seemed to be nothing wrong. Maybe her sister was a little bit more upbeat than she normally was, but not abnormally so.
“Is there anything you want to tell me,” Cindy asked her sister even as Jeanie was leading her to her newest place to hang out.
“Tell you?”
“Yeah,” Cindy continued to probe. “Like why are you so upbeat all of the sudden?”
“What? I’m not any different than I always am.”
Cindy couldn’t help but snort at that. “What? Are you kidding me? You’re always so paranoid about getting everything just right.”
“Well, I don’t know. I don’t think I’m any different.”
“Well, you are,” Cindy grumbled.
Jeanie just laughed at that. “Maybe you’re the one who’s paranoid.”
“Maybe,” Cindy said but she didn’t really believe it.
“Tell you what,” Jeanie said. “Why don’t you get something to drink and see if you can find a table because sometimes, this place can be super packed, and while you’re doing that, I’m going to hit the bathroom.”
“Okay.”
The girl stepped up to the counter. “May I help you,” the person behind the counter said.
“Give me a second. I’m just making up my mind.”
The person behind the counter looked puzzled for just a moment. “Take your time,” he said.
“I guess I’ll just have a plain latte,” Cindy said finally.
“Coming right up.”
Cindy moved on to wait for her drink and it wasn’t long before the man making her drink put it on the counter along with a little pastry. “Latte for Jeanie,” the man said.
Cindy paused for a moment. “Wait,” she said. “Is this for me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Cindy smiled. It was hardly the first time she’d been mistakened for her sister but she took the drink anyway.
A short while later, Jeanie had her own drink. “Oh look,” she said, “you got a pastry.”
“What?”
“You got a pastry. It’s a special thing they do here. They don’t give those out to just anyone.”
“You didn’t get one.”
“I’ve already had one before.”
“Here, you can have mine.”
Jeanie shook her head. “You eat it. It’s good.”
Cindy bit into the pastry. She wasn’t sure what the big deal was but if it would make her sister happy, then fine, she’d eat the pastry.
I wasn’t even sure why I’d stuck around. It was clear that my fears about my sister had been unfounded and if I had any hopes of making it back in time to get to my job the next day, I should have gone back the night before.
But I hadn’t done that. Instead, I’d just hung around and I’d hung around until finally even Jeanie had to mention it to me, that maybe I was going to have to hit the road if I wanted to get back in time and I’d even agreed with her, but then I’d done nothing.
And the hour had gotten later and later until finally, Jeanie had said, “I don’t think you’re going to get back in time.”
“I think you’re right,” I said.
“You want to stay overnight? You could leave early in the morning and still get to work on time.”
“I suppose,” I’d said. I hadn’t really wanted to do that but it seemed as if I didn’t want to leave either.
And so it was that I’d ended up as a guest on Jeanie’s couch.
It wasn’t the most comfortable of places for me to have slept but given the circumstances, I didn’t have much of a choice. Jeanie’d actually offered to let me sleep with her and I might have taken her up on that if it weren’t for the fact that I was going to have to get up at an ungodly hour if I was going to make my drive back.
Jeanie’s couch wasn’t the most uncomfortable place that I’d ever slept but that having been said, I was having trouble getting comfortable. I was tossing and turning and then I’d toss and turn some more.I should have gone home the night before, I told myself. I was going to be a wreck at work.
Maybe that was why I was still awake when it happened.
The door to my sister’s bedroom opened and even in the darkness of the apartment, with the ambient light coming in from the outside I watched the figure of my sister emerge. At first, I thought I was going to call out to her but then I thought better of it. My sister looked, well I suppose dazed was the word for it. She didn’t look to the left or to the right. She just headed for the door to her apartment.
I should have stopped her. I mean my sister was only wearing her panties and a sheer, little teddy and nothing else so of course, I should have stopped her, but I didn’t. I guess I figured I’d follow her. I guess I figured I’d watch and see just where it was that she was going to go.
My sister left the apartment and I was right behind her. Truthfully, I’m not sure if my sister knew she was being followed. It was just that she had some place she wanted to go and she didn’t much care who saw her doing it.
She walked out to the parking lot and she got in her car. She was still only wearing the panties and the teddy, mind you, and yet she seemed completely oblivious to the coldness of the night air.
She got in her car and she started her engine but she didn’t go anywhere. She just stayed where she was and really, it looked as if she was waiting for something, but I had no idea what it was she was waiting for.
I crept forward. What was she waiting for, I wondered.
I don’t know what made me do it but it was like I was already there. I crept forward a bit more and then I put my hand on the passenger’s side door and I opened it and I slid inside.
My sister put the car in gear and she drove.
I had no idea where we were going. After all, this was her town, not mine, so it took me a moment to realize that we were back at the coffee shop that we’d been at earlier in the day.
My sister got out of the car and I followed. She walked around behind the building and so did I. She knocked on a door in the back and we both waited.
We didn’t have long to wait. A man opened the door. “Ladies,” he said and my sister entered and so did I.
“Mandy, I think you know where to go.”
My sister nodded and she headed down a corridor. She stopped in front of a door and she opened it and then she entered the room.
“What’s going on here?” I asked.
The man turned his attention towards me. “You are an enigma,” he said finally, “because you aren’t supposed to be here.”
“I don’t get it. Where is here,” I asked, “and just what the hell have you done to my sister?”
“Well, without putting too fine a point on it, your sister’s a whore. More to the point, she’s our whore and the money she makes, she makes for us.”
“What? You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Not at all. In fact, it turns out she’s quite good at it. A real natural actually.”
“My sister? Yeah right.”
“Actually, yes, right. You never know with some girls how they’ll do at it but your sister is a natural.”
I was shaking my head. I should have been more upset at the man’s words but for some reason, I wasn’t.
“But here’s the problem. Our little ... experiment ... it was designed to work best with college girls and specifically with nice girls. That’s why we set up shop next to a college campus, but I take it you’re not a college girl.”
“Who me? Not a chance.”
“And that’s why it didn’t work quite so well with you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Tell me something. Did you actually mean to leave your sister’s apartment in just your panties and wearing nothing else?”
I was about to ask him just what the hell he was talking about when I realized that he’d described me to a tee. Why the hell had I gone out like that and why hadn’t I noticed it until just a few moments ago.
“You see, you still do what we want you to do but you have a level of awareness that these other girls don’t have.”
He was starting to scare me now. I didn’t want him to have this kind of hold on me.
“You are frightened.”
“Well yeah, and angry, too. What you guys are doing is ... is ... is despicable.”
“I know.”
“I’m not going to let you get away with it.”
The man just laughed at that. “Oh, I don’t think you have a choice at that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well almost as soon as we realized that you were aware of what was going on, we took steps to make sure that you couldn’t share that information with anyone else.”
“What kind of steps?”
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.”
I wasn’t sure if I believed him or not and if I did believe him, was it because he was doing something to make me believe him or did I really truly believe him? I just didn’t know and that led me to the inevitable question. “Why are you telling me this?”
“You mean as opposed to just letting you go on home?”
I nodded.
“You present us with an interesting case. When you first came into the shop, our people thought you were your sister and that you had somehow slipped free of our controls so they gave you the pastry in the hopes of bringing her back under control.
“The pastry is what does this?”
The man shook his head. “It’s only the conduit that opens your mooned to our controls, but as soon as we saw you and your sister together, we realized our mistake. By then though, it was too late, and besides, by then, we were interested in you.”
“In me?”
“We wanted to know what made you tick. We wanted to know how you got by our controls. I’ll bet you want to know, too.”
I did want to know.
No wait. Why the hell should I care. I didn’t want to know.
And yet I did want to know. I couldn’t help but groan.
“What’s the matter?” the man asked. “Don’t you want to know?”
Oh crap. There it was again. I really did want to know. No, that was wrong and yet it wasn’t wrong. I shook my head. “You’re doing this to me,” I said.
“Doing what?”
“You’re making me think these things.”
“Think what things? You mean like making you want to be one of our whores?”
No. Yes. Wait. That wasn’t what she had meant to think but now ... now, there was just something so exciting about that thought. There was something so exciting about letting them make me into one of their whores.
No. That wasn’t right. I didn’t want to be a whore.
My mind rallied around that thought. I didn’t want to be a whore, my mind told myself and it felt comforting to know that I knew. I was right. I didn’t want to be a whore. I really didn’t want to be a whore. It was so obvious. So right.
I didn’t want to be a whore.
I wanted to be their whore.
No! That was wrong, and yet even as I thought it, I could feel my mind agreeing with that thought. I wanted to be their whore.
“You could be just like your sister,” the man said. “I’ll bet you’ve always wanted to be like your sister.”
Well, of course, I wanted that and why wouldn’t I? Sure, Jeanie and I were identical twins, but really, what did that mean. There’d always been people who’d asked me why I couldn’t be more like my sister. Why couldn’t I be more studious? Why couldn’t I get better grades? Why wasn’t I go to college like her? Why? Why? Why?
And now here these people were saying that I could be more like her. It sounded almost too good to be true.
Something was wrong, I told myself.
“You could join her if you wanted to. You could join her as one of our whores.”
“Why would I want to join her?”
“I don’t know. Why would you?”
He was trying to trick me. He was trying to talk me out of it but he wasn’t going to do that. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be more like my sister.
“Do you know what you want?” he asked.
“Yes, of course. I want to be like my sister.”
“You’re sure about that?”
Was I sure? There almost seemed to be something wrong with what I’d said but then my resolve solidified once again. Of course, I was sure. He couldn’t fool me. I wanted to be like my sister.
“I want to be like my sister,” I said.
The man seemed to shrug. “All right,” he said. “If that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I want,” I told him.
He led me to a room and he handed me a pair of headphones. “You’ll need these,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because your sister needed them.”
That was enough of an answer for me. If my sister had needed them, then I was going to need them too because I wanted to be just like my sister.
“You’re going to sit here and you’re going to watch this monitor,” the man said.
“Did my sister do this?” I asked.
“She sure did.”
Then I was going to do it, too. I sat down and I put the headphones on and I watched the monitor.
At first, it didn’t seem like anything was going on, just images on the screen that were just swirls of color but nothing concrete and music in the headphones that was kind of bland and boring.
The first hint I had that anything was amiss was the thought that I wanted to be a whore.
I didn’t want to be a whore, I thought.
But my sister was a whore and I wanted to be like my sister.
But I was her twin. I was already more like her than they ever could know. I didn’t need to be a whore like my sister.
They’d tricked me, I told myself. I shouldn’t be here. I should leave.
But I couldn’t leave. In fact, I couldn’t take my eyes off of the screen.
I could feel my mind groan although my body said nothing at all. I couldn’t leave. They wanted me to be a whore.
And what was wrong with that? A whore was desired. A whore was beautiful. A whore was so hot that men wanted to pay money just to have sex with her. I felt hot just thinking about that. I would have touched myself if I could. I wanted to be a whore.
No, my mind whimpered. No. That was just them putting those thoughts in my head.
And so what if they were. Wasn’t it true. Didn’t men pay good money just so they could fuck a whore. God. Just thinking of it that way sounded so hot. Fuck a whore. God. I wanted to get fucked.
No, my mind whimpered. They just wanted to have sex. It wasn’t about the woman. It was degrading.
Degrading? How could sex be degrading?
No, that wasn’t what I meant, I told myself.
Sex was wonderful.
Sex was wonderful, I agreed.
I loved sex.
I loved sex, my mind agreed with myself.
But I wasn’t a slut. I wasn’t going to have sex with just anyone.
No, indeed, my mind agreed. I wasn’t a slut.
A man had to pay me if he wanted to have sex with me.
That made perfect sense. I wasn’t going to have sex with just anyone.
You had to pay the whore if you wanted to fuck the whore.
Somewhere in the depths of my mind, my mind knew that was wrong but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why. I wasn’t a slut. I wasn’t going to fuck just anyone. No, if you wanted to fuck the whore, you had to pay the whore. That made perfect sense.
I was a whore.
My mind trembled but it agreed. I was a whore.
It felt so good to finally agree with the truth. It felt so good to not have to hide from what I was.
I was a whore.
Mandy was sitting in a room in just her panties and a sheer, little teddy and she looked at the monitor in front of her. “Baby,” she typed, “do you like me?”
“You know I do,” the man typed back.
“I got someone I want you to meet.”
“You’ve got someone you want me to meet?”
“Uh huh. You want to meet her?”
“Sure. I guess.”
The girl on screen motioned to someone off camera and moments later, she was joined onscreen by a girl that looked like a carbon copy of her. “This is my sister, Mindy,” she said.
“I can tell,” the man typed back.
“We want you to come fuck us.”
“Yeah?”
“But Baby, I got a question to ask.”
“What’s that?”
“How much money do you got?”
“Five hundred bucks.”
“Baby, can you get more?”
“What?”
“Can you get more?”
“But why?”
“Baby, my sister has to get paid, too.”
“But?”
“Come on, Baby. Don’t you want to fuck the two of us?”
“Yeah, but—”
“Baby, do you want to see something?”
“What?”
“Do you want to see my sister’s pussy?”
“Um, okay.”
Mandy motioned to the girl next to her and Mindy pulled her panties to one side to reveal her fresh, young pussy.
“What do you think?” Mandy asked. “Is she good enough to fuck?”
“Yeah.”
“So are you going to come? Are you going to bring more money?”
“How much?”
“That’s five hundred for me and five hundred for her.”
“A thousand bucks.”
“Come on, Baby. Don’t be cheap.”
“But a thousand bucks.”
“Look at her Baby. She wants to be fucked. She needs to be fucked right now. Can you do it?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ll do it.”
“Excellent. Hurry over, Baby. We’re waiting for you.”
I was a whore. That’s what I was thinking as the guy slid his cock inside my pussy. I was a whore and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I looked over at “Mandy.” She was rubbing her pussy as she watched the guy fuck mine. “Oh my God,” she purred. “You look so hot when you fuck my sister.”
I knew that when she was herself, my sister had no idea of what her alter ego was doing at night.
He was going to cum inside me and I wanted him to do it.
I’d moved up here “to be closer” to my sister and while that’s why everyone else thought I’d done it, I knew the real reason.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned as the man’s cock continued to work my pussy. “Oh yeah.”
I did it because I was a whore and unlike my sister, it was something that I would always know about myself.
“That’s it, Baby,” my sister cooed. “Fuck my sister. Fuck her like the good, little whore she is.”
I couldn’t have put it any better. All that was needed was to feel his cum in my pussy.
“Oh my God,” my sister moaned as her fingers continued to work her pussy. “Oh my God. Watching you guys fuck makes me so horny.”
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he buried himself between my legs and I could feel it as he squirted himself inside me. “Oh fuck.”
I couldn’t have put it any better myself. I’m a whore and I always will be and that’s all there is to that.