Renna and her friend Liza

On arriving home, Renna is there and greets you warmly, however there is another girl who looks familiar, you try to jog your memory. It's on the tip of your tongue.

"This is Liza, you know Liza." Renna says "I got her selling Evil Glam now."

Liza had always been an overly religious girl concerned with getting people to attend her church functions.

Now Liza is perched on clear six inch platform stripper heels. A fire-engine red leather skirt, that just barely covered her bottom. A cut off **** Metal band shirt. The shirt revealed her toned stomach and the underside of her perky breasts.

You walk around her, looking her up and down. "Damn girl you have a nice body you've hidden under those stuffy layers for all this time."

"Thank you Mrs. Warshaw it means a lot to be thought of by someone positioned with Evil Glam."

"Well you dressed to impress."

You take a seat on the couch and beckon Liza over. Liza insinuates her body along yours leaning so she's slightly turned towards you. You tug playfully at the bottom of her T-shirt, brush some hair from her face, Liza looks down bashfully. With a crooked forefinger under her chin, you turn her face to yours. She is still afraid to meet your gaze. Her eyes slowly travel up to yours meet your eyes becoming locked there. You regard her for a moment like this.

Renna clears her throat. "Something Liza would like to ask you.

Liza looks at Renna then looks back to you. "I've seen wonderful results with a color combination on girls in my bible study."

It makes you chuckle to think of bible study girls being turned into fashionista whores.

You say "anything for the company but first a toast to the company." You go to a cabinet and produce a bottle of rum you had for some time. You fill three rock glasses.

Renna giggles "Mom we're only eighteen we're not old enough to drink."

"Rules are for sucker's." You retort.

You pass out the short glasses, raise your cups and in unison say "to Evil Glam." You slam your glass, it goes down amazingly smooth for such a high proof. The girls nurse theirs a little slower.

Calmly nursing her drink Renna says "In just a week of being back to school I got most the cheerleaders and popular girls wearing Evil Glam. As Liza said her church bible study group."

"That's excellent" you say. "We'll have to host some Evil Glam parties and events here. School, neighborhood, you know whatever I can do to help." Being a scientist you're upper middle class your house is fairly impressive and in a good neighborhood.

The girls finish their drinks. You take a seat and Liza begins to clean your skin with **** pads. "Now don't take to long I hate being without my face." You say sharply.

"I know what you mean." Chirps Liza. "I'm no-one without my Evil Glam."

As she rubs foundation into your skin you begin to relax a bit.

"So Renna tells me you got to go to the corporate salon, how was it? Liza asks applying some eyeshadow.

"Life changing." You sigh.

"I'm so jealous, I'd do anything for the company. What's it like there?" Liza queries applying some blush.

"All very handsome and beautiful people." You assure her.

"Now the final touch some Sapphic Red." Says Liza leaning in with a tube of lipstick.

As soon as Liza applies the lipstick you start salivating for this little sex-pot in front of you. You run your hand up Liza's leg settling on her ass as you stand. You kiss her lips, cheek and neck. Liza moans and melts into your embrace. The hand not on her ass goes under her shirt massaging one of her perky full breasts.

"You know Liza you could be a real asset to the company." Your hand trailing from her breast to reach under her skirt and stroke her naked sex.

Liza rolls her head against your shoulder and says "use me for the company."

"Let's continue this in my bedroom." You say leading her down the hall.

You drop her on your bed. Lying there she rubs her thighs together then thrusts up her chest.

You hoist up her skirt and move your head to her hot moist gash. You lick her clit then bury your tongue in her. She moans. You probe her with your fingers, in seconds she orgasms with a convulsion. You slowly lick her juice off your fingers.

You stand up and get on the bed. Liza reaches down rubbing her wet pussy. Her other hand goes to her breast pinching a nipple.

You plant your dripping vagina on her face. "I bet you love the company." You say mockingly.

"Um-hm" Liza affirms her face buried in your snatch.

"I can tell you do, my little fashion queen."

Liza is not very skillful at eating pussy but what she lacks in technique she makes up for with gusto and a real urge to please. It doesn't take long of her hungrily lapping at your sex to bring you to orgasm.

You're both sweaty and panting but want more. You entwine your legs together and begin tribbing hard, grinding your snatches together.

The two of you rock each other to a few more orgasms and fall asleep in each other's arms.