After my first 'job', I actually felt more confident, confident in myself and in my new work.
I resolved to take around 3 clients a day, so that I would have plenty of time to clean up in between and be mentally prepared for each client. It may sound strange, but I did feel like I was providing a service and that my clients were paying for an experience, and not an experience with a haggard, horrible, sloppy whore. I really did go out of my way to make sure that I was always welcoming and encouraging.
The day after I did my first job, B went and did ten.It's like she was competing, to make up for me going first. She was sore, she was out of work for a week just to heal. We were very different in our approaches.
Soon enough, we were approached to do a threesome. B and I had never fooled around with each other, although I had fooled around with other women before. She was a little nervous, but I promised to take the lead and not make her do anything she was uncomfortable with.
Our 'date' showed up and he was actually really handsome.We had some wine before he showed up, and by the time he got there we were really relaxed and comfortable. We went into the bedroom where he directed us to start making out. I could tell B had never kissed another girl before, that or she just wasn't a very good kisser in general. I decided to just go for it and began just ravishing her as if we were old lovers. It was very easy to take myself out of the current situation and pretend I was making love to some beautiful woman in some small European villa.
I have always been more submissive when it comes to sex, but B was downright passive. She just lay there and let me undress her, let me touch her and kiss all over without so much as moving. When I lifted up her skirt and started kissing her thighs, I could tell she was nervous, that was the only time she moved. I came up and kissed her mouth, and whispered to her to just pretend I was someone she was in love with. I moved down and started to eat her out, and this time she really got into it, she was tugging on my hair and making these little noises in her throat.
Our client had been watching and just touching himself up until this point, and I had almost forgotten he was there. I heard him opening a condom and all of a sudden he was inside me, pounding away. He kept pushing my head down into B's cunt and telling me I was a 'bad girl' and that this was my punishment. It was almost hot. When he was about to finish, he pulled out and had us both give him head, typical male fantasy I suppose. After he came, he pulled out a wad of bills and handed them to me while B showed him out. He ended up paying us $300 each. I was...surprised. And thrilled. B and I decided to get cleaned up, and while I was in the shower she came in and told me no one had ever done what I did so well. I was a little flattered.
We decided to go and have dinner together, and we decided to set up one or two days a week that would be 'doubles days', days when we would do threesomes (or more), and the rest of the week we'd do our solo acts. It actually worked out quite well, there turned out to be a real demand for two girls providing threesomes, and we made quite a bit of cash. When I agreed to let B move in with me, the deal was that we would split everything 50/50.
B was going through what I want to call her quarter-life crisis. She had a child who was about 3 at this time, but whom she'd left in another state with her parents. She would sometimes talk about going back and bringing her little girl here, but there was no way we could have a child around while we were doing this type of work. She really didn't care about her little girl, she would often say 'I just don't want people to think I'm a bad person, but I don't even want her at all'. So she had this whole thing where on one hand she would say she wanted her kid (mostly when she was around single men), and not really wanting to be a parent at all. She began drinking heavily and partying constantly, which was really the polar opposite of me. I had wine occasionally, but that was the extent of my drinking, and I was never a club/bar/party constantly type of person. She would get mad when I wouldn't go with her, I'd get mad when she'd stay out all night bring drunk people home.
As time went on, I started to think B wasn't right in her head. There were some subtle flags, but I chose to ignore them because I'm loyal to my friends, and B was my best friend.
