Pamela Looks for Leads

Pamela drummed her fingers on her steering wheel.

She was still putting off the run that was haunting her desirous thoughts.

But something indescribable inside Pamela alarmed her by the prospects of what would happen should she have a similar experience to her run yesterday.

As much as it delighted her, to know she likely would just let go and have herself used in a sexual frenzy hopefully more fulfilling than the night before with her husband. It also terrified her, as if she was losing something she couldn’t quite grasp.

Pamela had delighted in the gazes she drew at the bank, the ill fitting sports bra, it’s soft pink coloring stretching, struggling to cup up over her breasts. The hard press of her nipples, and the bumps of her areola pressing through inviting more vivid imagining or just what her breasts looked like exposed. The old Pamela would’ve never worn it out in such an ill fitting, exposing state. The current Pamela however felt nothing but exciting confidence the way her cleavage tried to spill free.

It however wasn’t the only too tight garment. Black yoga pants had been stretched over her ass and hips, stretching to the point of near transparency. If they didn’t make people question whether she was commando with her lack of panty lines, the cleft of her Camel toe would.

The black strained fabric didn’t reveal how wet it all made her, something Pamela couldn’t concern herself with as she felt her wetness grow when she delivered the cash to Carmen, the maid sheepishly averting her gaze as her mocha complexion concealed any blushing.

The thrill of buying her maid had lead Pamela to where she now drummed on her steering wheel. Debating how best to approach an issue and get the answers she sought.

Watching Laura’s house it was clear Laura wasn’t home.

Not that Laura was who she planned to meet with. It was Laura’s sister Annabelle that Pamela sought to gossip with, hoping to fish for details on where to hire not some dirty street whore, but a proper escort to enjoy with her husband.

Knowing from conversations with Laura on how prudish Annabelle was, Pamela thought through her story once more. Annabelle frowned on the Ladies of Luck, feeling their charity was overshadowed by attempts to gain social status. Something that wasn’t untrue, but at its root the pretentious group of women claimed to be driven by good Christian principles. Thus was the route of Pamela’s inquiry, an outreach program to save women selling their bodies. There’d be no public disclosure, no bragging, just private low profile outreach and aid.

Pamela just hoped Annabelle might know something about where Laura’s ex-husband was hiring whores.

Stroking at her mons, Pamela debated trying to get herself off real quick right there. Gazing about the shady street, the immaculate houses, and spotting no sign of pedestrians as higher end cars casually drove by at random.

Finally stepping out of her car, Pamela approached the front door and was about to knock when she saw the note. “Around back at the pool”, Pamela read aloud looking both ways, before trying to peer through the front doors glazing into the dark house.

Seeing no sign of anyone Pamela began walking around the side of the house, through the gate left hanging open, towards the loud boisterous music over which she heard the periodic scream, splashing or shout of joy.

Turning the corner onto the back patio Pamela took in the yard, right now everyone seemed to be down by the pool, the back door to the kitchen left wide open.

Looking over to the pool Pamela had to shake her head, the first image she glimpsed burning into her memory, before suddenly seeming so much more innocent.

Pamela dismissed the first image as her craven imagination running away, as she took a few steps down toward the pool to announce herself to the young gathering seemingly still oblivious to her presence.

Looking over the crowd Pamela smiled as she looked closely and was able to over lap the first image she had first glimpsed.

Nikki was bent over at the edge of the pool, talking back over her shoulder at the man who looked roughly her age behind her. He looked strangely familiar to Pamela, but as she gazed upon them he was replaced with one of the bums from the boardwalk.

Pamela easily pictured him there naked, fucking into a Nikki moaning over her shoulder and begging for more.

Hanna sat on a lounger, looking up between her boyfriend and another strange yet vaguely familiar young man.

As Pamela’s eyes lingered on the interactions she swore she was imagining Hanna sucking and stroking each cock flanking her, taunting her boyfriend that he needed to up his game to have a cock that matched what was definitely the homeless man who had called Pamela a skank.

Shaking that thought she turned to see Lanna leading another familiar young man from the house. Initially as Pamela looked the 19 year old twin up and down Pamela swore she and her male friend were both naked.

The lapse in their glamours correcting as they approached Pamela.

“Hey Pam, mom’s not home right now. Don’t worry, she knows we’re having a small pool party. A few of the people are running late.” Lanna greeted, acting flawlessly like a teenager trying to assure they had permission for what they were doing.

“That’s uh… Okay…” Pamela responded feeling in a bit of a stupor. Looking down she felt more certain Lanna wasn’t holding hands, but leading the guy by a large cock.

Dismissing her strangely more active libido as the cause Pamela scrambled back on topic. “I’m uhm… actually here to see your Aunt.” Pamela managed to respond, squinting her eyes shut and pinching her nose in a poor attempt to banish the developing lewd thoughts in her mind.

“Sure, come in and I’ll grab her.” Lanna remarked before turning to the man she had been walking with to the pool. “Don’t wait for me, I’d jump in.”