How Denise Got Involved

On her way to Mr. Lougheed's house, Denise reminisced. A month or so ago, she was at Brenda's on a Friday night. Neither had a date, so they watched movies, ate popcorn, and ultimately played. She and Brenda had been friends for a long time, but had only become intimate recently. It had started at a party when they were both drunk, found themselves kissing, and then found an empty bedroom and explored each other. A day later they did it sober, and although they both liked boys, they enjoyed the pleasures of sapphic love, less frenetic and more gentle, but with the same outcome.

That evening she had been parked between Brenda's thighs tonguing her clit while two-fingering her sopping cunt. Brenda's phone pinged. She looked down between her breasts at her friend. Denise had smiled and said. "Go ahead. Answer it. But if you think I'm gonna stop eating this delicious pussy while you text, you are sadly mistaken, girlfriend."

Brenda, read, then typed a reply, and dropped her phone as she started orgasming from Denise's attention to her clit. Lifting her face again, Denise asked, "So. who was it?"

"Nobody you know. But it does present a problem."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"There just might be. I have a babysitting gig tomorrow night, and I just got asked if I could sit somewhere else."

"So, maybe I could go."

Brenda smiled and replied, "It's complicated."

"How difficult can it be? You show up. They leave. You put the kid down to sleep. They come home, hand you twenty bucks and you go home."

"I'm not babysitting a kid."

Denise gave her friend a puzzled look. "What are you babysitting, if not a kid?"

Brenda, blushing, had told her friend about her 'babysitting business'.

"You mean that you're fucking husbands and getting paid for it?"

Brenda nodded. Denise broke out in a broad grin. "Well, sign me up girlfriend. What exactly is expected?"

Brenda had breathed a sigh of relief. "It actually is a babysitting job, but on the way home Mr. Curtis wants a blow job or a fuck. You will get paid for the sitting part aside from the sex. He'll pay you two hundred for fucking him. If you do it well enough, then he might throw you some extra cash. I get 20 percent, 40 bucks for setting it up, ok? You keep everything else."

As it turned out, Mr. Curtis was very well pleased, filling Denise's mouth with a warm load of cum just as they pulled up in front of Denise's parents house. She earned a forty dollar tip on top of the other cash for five minutes work. And it had been a downhill ride from there. She was making great coin, and she was getting fucked regularly, appealing both to her love of money and her natural sluttiness.

She stopped in front of Mr. Lougheed's house, rang the bell and smiled as Mrs. Lougheed opened the door, smiled.

"Right on time, Denise. Mr. Lougheed is taking me out for an anniversary dinner. We will be back by midnight. Billy is ready for bed and just needs to be tucked in."