Three days later...

A few days have passed since Jim signed his house over to you. You've made some quick renovations to the place, the most significant of which was making his basement into your own personal strip club (complete with pole). Of course, Jim was more then happy to pay for the changes to his house... And to his daughters. The girls are both sporting huge breast implants: E cups for Veronica, and D cups for Tiffany.

You're sitting on a recliner in the basement, watching as Veronica works the pole like an expert. She’s wearing nothing but a small black bikini that can barely hold her massive new breasts. Meanwhile, Tiffany's between your knees, blowing you like her life depends on it. She's wearing a matching bikini, the black fabric contrasting her freshly-dyed blonde hair.

It doesn’t take long to cum in Tiffany's mouth and she swallows eagerly; you made sure that both sisters love the taste of your cum.

After she gulps down the last of your load, Tiffany looks up expectantly. “Um, how was that, John?”

“Better then last time, but it still needs work," you reply, standing up and tucking your dick away. “Your sister's a lot better with her tongue.”

As the song ends, Veronica finishes dancing and sneaks up behind her sister. She grabs hold of her breasts, squeezing roughly. “Yeah, Sis... You need to use your tongue like THIS.” She plants her lips on Tiffany's, exploring her sister's mouth with her tongue.

As you watch the two blonde bimbos make out, you hear Tiffany's ringtone. Walking over to her cell, you pick up the call. The phone shows a picture of a beautiful ebony-skinned girl in a tight red dress... "Andrea," apparently.

“Hello, this is John.”

“Um... Hi?” She sounds confused and a little concerned. “Is Tiffany there? I haven’t seen her in class.”

“Oh, yeah, she quit. She's too busy learning to be my sex ****.”

You hear Andrea gasp. “Wh-what?”

“Yep, I’m training her and Veronica how to please me,” you continue, trying not to laugh.

“Oh my God! I-I’m calling the police, and--”

“Hay now, there's no reason the call them. Tiffany and Veronica are happy with me!”

She sighs with relief. “...Oh. Okay, if you say so.”

“So, as long as I have you on the line... Tell me about yourself, Andrea.”

"Well, I’m 21 years old, I’ve been friends with Tiffany sense highschool, I major in--"

“No, no. I want to know more personal stuff... Like measurements, sex life... Maybe tell me about that picture of you in the red dress.”

“Okay, well, that picture was me at prom. I’ve only had sex once, I’m a C-cup, and I like to think that I have a nice bubble butt.”

“Mmm, sounds nice. Why not come over to Tiffany’s? We could have even more fun with you here.”

“Yeah, that does sound fun,” she replies. “Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Oh, and bring that dress too. I want you to wear it when I fuck you for the first time.” With that, you hang up.

Breaking off the kiss, Tiffany looks up at you. “Who was that, John?”

“Your friend Andrea is coming over. She's gonna join you girls.”

“What a great idea,” Tiffany says, licking her lips.

"Hey, that's not fair," Veronica pipes up. "I want MY friends to come over too."

“Great idea,” you reply, reaching for Veronica’s phone and looking through her contacts.