Doing the girls a good turn.

The next day, with thoughts of her upcoming date with the stunning latino hunk firmly in her mind, Maisie was accosted by her neighbor Candy and her friend Angel once more in the hall outside their apartments.

"Hey Mace!" greeted Candy with a nod. The black girl, Angel, came up to her and repeated the night before's boob squeezing greeting, to which Maisie reciprocated. This seemed to please Angel so much that she kissed her firmly on the lips. "So you thought any more about helpi' us out here Mace?" asked Candy hopefully.

"Uh. I guess", said Maisie who had been hoping to avoid this. Why on earth would these girls want to get themselves into the ludicrous situations that Maisie did after all.

"Great! So what you got for us". Candy closed in with Angel and looked at Maisie earnetly.

Maisie had considerded what were the most mortifying situations she had found herself in and decided on one.

"Ummm," thought Maisie. "Ok, We'll use your place as a base", she indicated Candy who nodded eagerly. Maisie wondered how her breasts didnt pop out of her balcony bra everytime she moved. "Do, either of you have a school uniform? or a sym kit from school?" she said.

"Sure", said Angel.

"Course we do", said Candy, "Though I thought the sexy nurse outfit looked better".

"No, definitely the school uniform. Who wants to give it a go"? asked Maisie looking from one to the other of the two hookers.

"Uh, I'll give it a go. You good to do the door Candy?" asked Angel. Candy nodded and Angel disappeared to get changed.

"Oh! Angel, Wait, You'll need to wear sneakers", she called after her.

Angel looked, shrusged then headed on, "sure thing boss".

"Do you have a post it pad, and uh, a black marker or something like that?" Maisie asked Candy once Angel had gone.

"Sure", Hang on I'll go get one.

When Angel returned in a neatly pleated micro tartan miniskirt and white blouse, Maisie had to admit she did actually look really attractive. Much better, she thought than the vulgar PVC and fishnet numbers she usually favored.

"So now what do I do?" asked Angel.

"Now, you go round the block".

"That it? I go round the block all the time", protested Angel.

"this time", said Maisie, "You're going to need to run"! she said indicating the sneakers, then slapped Angel playfully on her backside, surreptitiously transferrign the postit note with the legend "SPANK ME!" inscribed on it to her.

"Huh, why?", said Angel, but was ushered towards the top of the stairs anyway.

Once Angel had left, Maisie turned to Candy, "Come on, it'll only take her a few minutes to run round the block. You get in position at the door, I'll get a chair set up".

"Huh?" said Candy, totally confused, but watched as Maisie dragged a chair from the dining table out into the middle of her lounge.

"Right!" Here they come! said Maisie as the sound of running footsteps got closer and reached the bottom of the stairs up to their apartments. Moments later a frantic Angel, still in a skimpy school uniform, with socks pulled up almost to her knees, came sprinting up the steps and along the hall, pushing past us into the safety of Candy's apartment, only to be followed by a swarm of clamouring men, looking for all intents like a lynch mob.

Candy however stood her ground and read the situation perfectly. "one at a time"! she yelled "A hundred bucks for 15 minutes! So who's first?"

The mob came to a grinding halt and pocketbooks and wallets were rapidly produced. A rotund, ruddy faced man with a bald spot the size of a side plate, produced a pair of notes bearing the countenance of Ulysses S Grant, and was allowed to pass. Candy allowed the door to shut behind him and the rest amazingly formed a small orderly queue. Within moments the screams started, interspersed with loud WHACK! sounds. Maisie was torn and felt like she should intervene. What on earth had she done? Poor Angel. Maisie hoped she would forgive her, and slinked off to her own apartment and put on some music to drown out the noise.