Venus swept a layer of lip plumper on her cherry pink lips and tightened her ponytail. The next John she was working with was actually a Jane. Her "agent" Cassandra, who was basically an anonymous pimp who sent Venus requests and arranged meetings, said that this Jane was particularly generous with her tips.
"She's known for having... interesting proclivities." Cassandra's smoky voice had crackled in Venus's ear as she completed her daily yoga routine, two days before now.
"I'm not interested in being submerged in a bathtub full of ice water to please some necrophiliac," Venus had tersely replied. She had last done so for an interesting fellow who paid $7,000 for 3 hours, and he had been ecstatic to fuck her cold, clammy pussy while she played dead. His pink cock was still rod stiff during the icy experience, while he moaned and called her his big sister.
"Oh please, Father Winter and this Jane are hardly the same. We call her... well, it doesn't matter what we call her. She's more likely to be focused on pleasuring her girls and is a very popular request. She likes a little bit of mystery and wants to ask you to engage in her desires, herself." Venus had rolled up her yoga mat and looked across the room. It was sumptuously decorated, with a crushed velvet chaise lounge in the center of the room. This line of work paid well, if you knew how to spend it and avoided the requests that included drugs. Venus's requests had started becoming more and more high priced as Cassandra grew more confident in her abilities. Ergo, she had been able to afford to own the most recent Toyota Highlander with all the bells and whistles, right off the lot last month.
"What's my cut?" She heard Cassandra chuckle on the other end. Which was typically the sign that the payment was higher than usual.
"She's paying me $100,000. You get 40% of it. However, you have the chance to earn more by agreeing to more acts during the visit. Think of it as a... well paid room and board situation, with an allowance." Her mouth had gone dry upon hearing about the possibility of increasing her earnings. "Wow, this must be some heiress." Venus mused.
"Something like that. What do you say?"
"Yes."
Venus was wearing a high ponytail, shiny lips, a soft pink dress that fell to her knees, but gave ample view of her breasts, and light mascara. She had been instructed to wear something "soft and innocent" to the meeting. She hoped this Jane would settle for innocent college girl vibes, because her body was nothing like a teenager's with her double D breasts. Venus had always been gorgeous, and she decided to fine tune it to her benefit when she first started working with Cassandra. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the tabletop in front of her and took another sip of her milkshake. This had been given to her upon her arrival at the quaint soda shop. The staff had immediately taken her to a reserved table in the corner and informed her that it had been pre-ordered by her friend, Melissa. Which was the alias that the Jane had wanted to use upon meeting. The bell on the door rang with a loud clang behind Venus, and heels clicked across the tile floor.
"I am so sorry I am late, honey." Venus bit her lower lip to bring more color to it and twisted the top half of her body so her right arm rested on the back of her chair, and her perky breasts were aimed directly at the woman behind her. Code name Melissa had long, blonde hair that gleamed and was perfectly straightened. Her cornflower blue eyes were large, framed by thick lashes, and her mouth was in a perpetual pout due to Botox. She was somewhere in her late 30's to early 40's, and she looked like a stay-at-home trophy wife.
"That's okay, Mam." Venus let her southern drawl slip into her response and felt a zing of satisfaction when Melissa's eyes widened and then returned to their normal size. Bingo, she was warm or salivating to the idea of a sweet, southern belle. Melissa slid into the chair across from her, wearing a white dress with blue lilacs blooming throughout.
"I hope you are enjoying your milkshake. I picked strawberry for a girl as sweet as you." Her voice lowered so only Venus and herself could discern what she was saying. Venus took a slow drag of her milkshake, making sure to lick her lips surreptitiously while fluttering her eyelashes. In truth, she hated strawberry ice cream. But for $40,000? It was her new favorite dessert. She let out a soft moan, that made Melissa's mouth purse, and she could see her shifting in her seat across the table.
"So much, Mam. I am so happy to be here and treated by you. I am ever so anxious to hear what you need from me. I want to give it to you. I can hardly wait." Venus leaned forward. Pushing her breasts into the table beneath them and stirred her milkshake. No one in the shop could see what Melissa could. She had taken care to sit facing the wall, away from the ice cream bar and candy assortments. Melissa kept her eyes on her mouth, but Venus could tell that it was taking everything in her power to not break character. Cassandra had warned her that this Jane really enjoyed her role play and that it went beyond the bedroom. Venus was ensuring that her client could see her dedication to the little information she had and was trying to send signals encouraging her to get her to the second location to show her more. Mysteries and secrets were expected in the business. But not knowing what the john or jane wanted could end poorly. In more ways than one. Melissa's left hand slipped into her Prada purse that she kept balanced in her lap. She withdrew a pink envelope, with a tiny heart sticker holding it closed. Venus made sure to stroke her fingers as Melissa handed it to her, noticing that she wore a wedding ring, and a golden band that looked suspiciously like a man's wedding ring. She wondered if this Jane had a dead husband that she tried to be loyal to, somehow.
"If you sign, I will transfer the funds immediately. But it means you agree to carry out everything you agree to. You can't... you can't back out. I am paying you to follow through, or I would be seeking something through a fetish site. I trust that Cassandra was clear about that."
Venus tugged the paper folded inside the envelope and read the contents. "Yes, she was. I agree that if I sign you get what you pay for." Her blue tipped nails gently scraped the paper as she looked at the list. Her eyes flickered up to tease Melissa, who looked nervous.
"This... is hardly something I would expect you to have to force someone to complete. You want to care for me as a parental figure?"
"As a mother and a father." Melissa said, hastily. Venus raised an eyebrow, "Oh, so you want me to be your sweet little girl that is showered in lusty affection by both parents? This is just you and I, still, right? I charge extra when friends show up." Melissa shook her head, indicating that there was no one else, and suddenly muted as Venus returned to reading the paper. She set it down and pulled a pen from in between her breasts. A tactic she still liked to use during contract signing with clientele.
"Okay, Mummy. I agree to be your naΓ―ve 19-year-old daughter that is coddled and innocent while you ravage her. I see no problem with allowing anal, vaginal, and oral penetration and you are welcome to restrain me." Venus thought she saw Melissa's hands start trembling, but they disappeared under the table.
"Thank fuck." Melissa whispered.
Melissa drove her pink Cadillac like a woman possessed. It probably didn't help that Venus was doing everything she could to fit into her role and test what got Melissa hot and wet. Her voice bubbled and pitched sweetly as she chattered on about girlish nonsense. She created a fake narrative about being a recent high school graduate, suddenly home for more than the summer.
"I just don't know what I want to be," she sighed heavily when they pulled into a long driveway lined by tall pine trees. Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her skirt, and she pouted.
"Don't worry my sweet. You can stay with us as long as you need. We won't let you leave unprepared for the world." Melissa's contract had included that the daughter was supposed to act as if their father was on a business trip for now. It seemed that the shift in characters would be announced through roleplay. They came to a white brick home that towered over them. Venus broke character for the first time, asking "How many stories is that thing?"