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“Hey, I got us a gig!”

“Cool!” Alyssa bounced up off the couch and ran to hug me.

“Wow! I like this gig already. So I’m taking from that reaction that you are still up for this, right?”

“Yes. Of course. Now tell me all about it.”

“Sure, let me put this stuff down on the table, they’re not light. And grab a couple of beers. Oh, hi sweetie! Want a beer, I’m just about to tell Alyssa about our hot date.”

“Sure, why not. I can’t wait to hear what you’ve cooked up for our friend.” Valerie replied with a sarcastic grin on her face.

I dropped the bags on the table, took a beer from Alyssa and sat on the couch next to her.

“So. I called a couple of guys I thought might be likely candidates. Most of them are out of town on business, so we will come back to them. I got one maybe – I don’t think he really understood what I was trying to sell him, so probably better off without him – but then jackpot! This guy I knew in the film industry from way back when. He nearly bit my hand off at the idea. He’s made it big in his career but has just crashed out of yet another relationship. He really needs some quality ‘him time’ with no strings. When I said I have a friend who is really into sports, is great company, but absolutely doesn’t want to be in a relationship, he was positively dribbling at the prospect.”

“OK then! So when and where, and what should I wear? Sorry. What should we wear? I mean what team is he into? Well, what sport for that matter? Oh, I’m gibbering. I guess I’m nervous, or excited, or both.” Came the torrent of questions from Alyssa.

“It’s OK sweetheart. You still don’t have to do this crazy thing.” Replied Valerie

“No! No, I really do. It’s OK.”

“I’m with Valerie. If you are uneasy about this we can think of something else to find the money.”

“Thanks, but I’m OK, honestly. Questions still stand though. Give me the details.”

“All right then. We are on tomorrow morning at his place. I’ve got his team’s shirt already. I stopped by the mall on the way back and picked up a few goodies.”

“Cool. But what team plays in the mornings? And what are the goodies you got?”

“Well here’s where I need to do some homework. He’s into soccer. The Premier League in the UK and he watches his team live every time they play. Tomorrow it’s a 10 am kick-off for us. So I need to do some revising on the players and the teams. I know the game, but we want to blow his socks off for a really big tip. So, we are going to go in there fully prepared. Oh, and speaking of tips, Andy, that’s the guy's name, gave me a great idea. He kind of hinted that he liked to film his mates when there was a big game on – to remember the day, kind of thing. So, the lightbulb went on. If we can film these encounters, it could hook these guys into coming back. Give them the tape for free the first time. They watch it back a few times and then they’ll be begging to do it again! What do you think?”

“I think you’re going to get both of you killed!” Valerie was not impressed, I could tell.

“No, I can see where Brian is coming from.” Alyssa said. “That’s exactly the kind of thing the perverts down at the strip club would do all day long if the management let them.”

“See!” I said triumphantly. “So I got us some Go-Pros and they had a deal on with these security cameras, so I got them for the apartment. Call me crazy, but I’d like to know if Burt ever comes back here and tries anything.”

“OK. I like the idea of the security cameras, but the Go-Pros? Are you planning on wearing a cycle helmet during this ‘encounter’?”

“Nice one sweetie. It’s a thought, but I think we will save that for if Lance Armstrong gives us a call. No. We just set them down on a shelf or a mantlepiece and forget about them until the end. Simple”

Valerie did not look convinced. “So. To go back to the more important things, what is Alyssa wearing tomorrow? Do we need to get anything else for this triste?”

“The shirt is in the bag. Along with a few other things I’m sure will turn him on. Do you want to try it all on yourself or would you like me to help?” I said with a mischievous grin, hoping that Alyssa would reward me with some time in her gorgeous body, as a kind of commission on the deal.

“Sure. I need to get used to you being inside me. I don’t want to screw our first big deal. And if he has a bunch of football-mad mates with equally terrible choices in women, then he could spread the word for us.”

“Now that’s good thinking!” chimed in Valerie. “Come on then, let’s see what Brian thinks you will look good in.”

Alyssa and I went through to the spare room where she was staying and I emptied a couple of bags onto the bed. I turned to look at her and smiled. “Would you like to be awake while we dress?”

“Yes please.” She said quietly.

I touched her arm and began to spread out over her body. Slipping into her through her skin and mouth.

“Hey! Hello! You don’t want to miss the fun! We are already undressed. I took the liberty while I was waking you up.”

Mmmpph. Oh. Right. Yeah, sorry. Cool. Let’s do this Alyssa said in my mind.

I picked up the red satin panties and slipped them on. Sliding them sensually up over my luscious soft thighs. I ran my fingers around the waist and felt my pert bottom with both hands. I really wanted to feel how these panties felt over my new pussy, but I figured that could wait until tomorrow.

Next came the silk stockings and garter belt. The stockings were white, and the garter belt a deep satin red colour. I snapped the garter and **** a giggle from Alyssa’s lips. Next, I pulled on the Arsenal shirt, which was predominantly red and several sizes too big. I figured we would wear it as a shirt dress. With the bright red high heels, we looked every inch the kinky soccer slut I was going for.

I pulled my long blonde hair back behind my head and away from the shirt. I smoothed down the front of the top and felt how good the soft shiny fabric felt as it touched my braless boobs. I struck a pose in front of the mirror. “Do you think we need a bra?”

“Definitely. And a skirt. Unless you want to get done for prostitution before you even get to this guy. Seriously? If this guy is a high roller, then make it a bit classier, or he won't want you back. Either of you.” Valerie said from the doorway.

She had a habit of being right, so we picked out a mid-thigh pencil skirt – also red – to finish the outfit and I reluctantly put on a bra. It was indeed red and satin, so I did linger over making sure my breasts were perfectly positioned inside it. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to them before the big day.

“Wow! That’s all red.” Said Alyssa looking at our body in the mirror.

“Well they are known as ‘The Reds’ or ‘The Gunners’” I said with my own voice through her lips.

“You’re not expecting me to remember that, are you?”

“No. I’m just pulling stuff I know from my memory. How about we go and hit the internet to do some research?”

“OK, but just for an hour or so. Then I’d like my body back to have some 'me time' and generally spruce up for the gig tomorrow. You don’t want us to look anything other than a million dollars, do you?”

“No!” I laughed. “That would not be good for business!”

I walked us out of Alyssa’s room, picked up my laptop and fell into the couch, kicking off my heels and tucking my legs under me as I got comfortable.

“OK then. Let’s see. Google… ‘Arsenal FC’… Oh yeah, The Invincibles. I’ve heard about this. The only team to be unbeaten the entire season…” I could feel Alyssa drifting backwards in my mind. Cool, I thought to myself. She’s bored already so I can have a little ‘me time’ as well….

I lay back into the couch and felt my breasts and nipples against the satin material of my bra. The sensual feeling was making me incredibly horny. I hoped that if Andy gets turned on half as much by these tits in this outfit, then we are in for a big payday. I could feel I was starting to get moist and I panicked a little. I can’t spoil my new underwear, not now. So I slipped the panties off down my slender, silk-encased thighs, which didn’t help the rising lust within me. Kicking the panties off, my nimble fingers unclasped the stockings and rolled them down my legs, followed by the garters and the skirt. As I was working Alyssa’s body free of our uniform for tomorrow, I became aware of Valerie watching me from the corner of the room.

“Having some fun there, stud?”

“Yes, actually,” I replied unashamedly. “Want to join me?”

Valerie didn’t reply, she simply sat down next to me and began to stroke my now-sopping pussy. I began to moan which woke Alyssa from whatever daydream she was having at the back of my mind.

Oh, nice. This looks like fun, she said in my head.

I pulled the soccer jersey over my head as Valerie pulled her panties down and kicked them off. I was laying back in the couch as Valerie straddled my nearly naked form. I reached up and felt her breasts through her silky top and then back to my own satin-covered tits. I could feel an orgasm building inside as both Alyssa’s and my own libido were combining.

“Can you fuck me with your dick, Brian – if that’s OK with Alyssa…”

It is very OK with Alyssa…

The tingling in our stomach began and my back started to arch underneath Valerie. With a comedic ‘pop’ my cock shot out from my pussy making both Alyssa and I groan with the feeling from the pussy-dick combo.

Valerie was quick to place her pussy over my tip and tease it in and out. Slowly at first, then building speed as she plunged my penis deeper and deeper into herself. It felt like all three of us climaxed at the same time as we all screamed our delight.

“YES!! Yes! Yes!”

“YES!! Yes! Yes!”

“YES!! Yes! Yes!”

Valerie dismounted my sweating body and lay next to me on the couch. My hand drifted down to my deflating cock covered in cum and two lots of pussy juice. Remembering how good it felt, I let one hand drop lower to cradle my ball sack while the other moved up across my taught abdomen and up to my breasts. Caressing both at the same time, Alyssa and I came again almost instantly with a loud scream, “FUCK!! That was totally wicked!!”

Valerie raised her head and looked at me, smiling. “Now that’s just showing off!”