Talk to the hookers

The thoughts running through your brain are increasingly chaotic. One moment you are driven by a compulsion to get to Dr. Burbank’s house. The next, you are almost paralyzed by fear and paranoia. Throughout all of this, there is an ever-present and ever-growing feeling of lust that threatens to take over whenever you anything of a sexual nature presents itself. If you stopped to analyze matters, you might realize that the moments when your mind has been the clearest since this whole adventure started have been those times immediately after having sex. Perhaps that subconscious awareness is what causes you to walk toward the two prostitutes.

As you draw closer, you get a better look at them. They are dressed in typical hooker clothes that leave little to the imagination. One of them is a bleached blonde with a body that wouldn’t win her any awards as a fashion model but is definitely fuckable. The other one, whom her colleague already identified as Tabby, is Hispanic. She has shoulder-length curly hair and a larger-than-average pair of breasts. With their makeup and the way they are dressed, it is impossible to guess how old they are. If you had to guess, you’d say they were younger than you, but they certainly give off an air of life experience you would expect from someone older. Of course, given their profession, you aren’t surprised that they have a lot more experience in almost every area of life than you do.

They see you approach, and they go into “sales mode.” Standing with a lamp post between them, they make a show of stretching their legs and heaving out their chests to try to entice you.

“What’s this I hear about a ‘two for the price of one’ special?” you ask.

The ladies step up to you and runs their hands seductively over your shoulders and arms. The blond says, “We might be able to arrange something, lover boy. Do you think you’re man enough for both of us?”

“Oh, I think I’m more than enough for both of you,” you respond, returning their attention by placing a hand on each one’s hip. “What’s your name, Sugar?”

Even as you say the words, you marvel at your level of self-confidence. As Jeremy, you couldn’t even look a girl in the eyes without creating embarrassing sweat circles in your armpits. Now you’re chatting up two professional sex workers as if you’ve been doing this all your life. You also notice that the onslaught of conflicting emotions that has been racing through your head drops to an almost-whisper. If an orgasm gives you a few moments of clear-headed thinking, it would also seem that sexual thoughts help you focus — at least, as long as the thing you want to focus on is how to get laid.

The blonde answers your question by saying, “I’m Luna, and this is Tabby, but for the right price, we can be anyone you want.” Her hand moves from your arm to your chest and slowly works its way downward. “What is it that you want, Handsome?”

You feel her hand exploring your abs. Your cock responds by rapidly enlarging. You wonder again why a guy with TC’s endowment wouldn’t invest in jeans with more crotch room.

Your situation is not lost on Tabby, who looks between your legs and makes a show of being impressed. “Wow… Look at this, Luna! I think he has some kind of idea of what he wants!” She gives your crotch a not-at-all-subtle squeeze. “And it looks like he wasn’t kidding when he said that he’s got more than enough for both of us!”

You feel Luna place a hand on your ass, giving it a little squeeze. “I think this could be fun for all of us, Sugar. What do you say?”