You Are Very Convincing

You step out of the barn, whistling as you walk a little ways down the drive. You hear their voices and at first you make it a point not to listen. Then your curiosity gets the better of you and you go creeping back up the hill. You sneak around to the other side of the barn, where the big livestock door doesn't quite close all the way. You press your face against the crack and you can see and hear the two girls standing in the warm light diffused by the straw.

"--has a point," says Jess.

You can just make out Heidi's rolling eyes. Her luscious shelf of breast meat jiggles as she walks a semicircle around Jess.

"He has a point alright," says Heidi. "At the end of his little boner."

"It didn't look so little," purrs Jess, teasing her tongue with a fingertip.

Heidi looks exasperated as she continues her point, "He's no better than those freaks who want to buy our milk. He just wants to get off on us and maybe make a little money on the side. Which means we lose profits and we have some creepo guy telling us what to do. Bend over. Show me your ass. Spread your... well, you know what I mean."

"Sounds pretty hot," says Jess. "Like, pornstars."

"I don't want to be a pornstar, I just want to pay for college."

You leave the conversation at that point, walking around to the smaller door into the barn and knocking before you open it. Heidi finishes whatever she was saying to Jess and gives you a hostile look. You're all smiles.

"Well?"

"The answer is no," says Heidi.

"I mean, we want to, but we need the money."

"What if I told you I could double your money," you say. "That's before I take any cut. If I can make you twice your money, you go 50/50 with me on every dollar after that. How much are you bringing in now?"

Heidi's scowl doesn't soften, she starts to refuse an answer, but Jess interrupts.

"We make 500 hundred a month, minus the hormones we have to take to lactate, split two ways." She ticks at her fingertips. "It's about 180 each."

"Good, good," you say, coming closer to them. "500 hundred each. How does that sound? Then 50/50 on everything after that. If you don't clear 500 each then I get nothing. AND I'll pay for the hormones. I'll get something really good for you. And no more worrying about hauling around your equipment. We can keep everything here in my grandfather's barn."

Jess is beaming. Practically giddy at the thought of that sort of money. Heidi looks more disappointed. Her shoulders slump and her chin drops against her chest.

"Alright," she mutters. "We'll give you one month. If we don't make the sort of money you're talking about, then we're gone."

"I'm going to need quite a bit of control," you say. "You girls are going to have to trust me."

Heidi seems like she's going to refuse you again, but Jess can't hold back any longer. She comes bouncing over to you and practically leaps into your arms. Her big, soft breasts mash tightly against your chest. She smells like citrus as you burying your face in her neck. When you look up, through the curtain of Jess's black hair, you see Heidi glaring at you.

Jess pulls away and then glances down at your chest. Her elation fades and her cheeks redden.

"Ummm, sorry about that. When I get excited it tends to happen."

You realize that her milk is soaking through her shirt and it soaked through yours as well when she hugged you.

"We'd better get going," says Heidi, grabbing Jess by the wrist.

"Hang on now," you say, grabbing Jess's other wrist. "It looks like Jess is ready for a shoot. We've got your stuff here. Why don't we just give it a try and see how things work out."

Jess is clearly game. She looks to her friend for approval.

Your hard cock and perverse curiosity are telling you that now is the perfect time to shoot. Maybe you can impress Heidi with your professionalism. Or even better, maybe you can convince Heidi to leave and have all the fun you want with Jess.