New Business Venture.

I walked downstairs after I had cleaned up to find Mark and Miranda in the kitchen, Mark was naked and Miranda was just wearing one of his robes, “Morning,” he called to me as I stepped into the room. “Hope you don’t mind Miranda stayed over last night, we started to make some business plans.”

“And fucked I’m assuming,” I said. My voice was hoarse, strained probably from the screaming and the throat fucking.

Miranda blushed as Mark nodded, “It was a bit of an adventure getting you home last night,” he explained. “We called an uber but he didn’t like the idea of a cum dripping slut sitting in his car, so we offered to let him have a turn.”

I shrugged, “How many strangers would that have been then?”

“I don’t know,” Miranda chimed in, “But I can tell you how many contacts we got who want your services.”

“Wait what?” I asked.

“Yeah looks like you can have a new job if you want it, shit even the cabbie asked if you were for hire after he was done fucking you over the hood of his car in our driveway.” I groaned at his words, being fucked like a slut in our driveway, “He said something about a family gathering who needed some entertainment. I got his details so when our site is up we can message everyone and let them start booking. Here.” Mark grabbed a sketch book and pushed it over to me, “I’ll make coffee.”

Miranda moved to sit beside me as I opened the book. Inside there were dozens of sketches of different make up jobs, doe, cat, dog, trussed up pig ready for roasting, I shuddered.

“A lot of them we can do straight away, though it might be nice to get quality props for the cat tail etc, we can do a quick and dirty while generating some income, here.” She took the book and flicked towards the back, there was a schedule, “You may even be able to keep your regular job if you were just available two night’s a week, Friday and Saturday, and checking with people we could easy charge,” she jabbed at a number on the page.

“Holy shit, that’s more than I make a fortnight,” I said before wincing from my sore throat.

“Yeah but I need a cut and we need to pay for some of these other props etc.” She explained.

“Turns out,” Mark said bringing me my coffee, “Miranda knows business. Oh and that’s without extra costs if they want you fertile,” I shuddered. “So what do you say? We can spend a couple of days over the next fortnight painting you up as different animals and have a website for you to be hired up and running by the end of the month?”

Before I could answer Miranda added, “Penalties occur for undue damage as well, so if someone brands their prize winning cattle, you should get paid quite a bit.”

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