Amanda had recently decided to turn her hobby, being a slut, into a profession, being a whore. Being a whore was the same as being a slut, but you got paid for having a guy pounding in your orifices.
After her recent experience with her fathers colleague, Amanda had decided to broaden her horizons and take on some new clients. But first, she had a date to keep with her first ever customer. Before she left she decided to get herself in the mood. Amanda liked to remember past conquests when she played with herself and today was no different. She lay back on her bed, her vibrator already buzzing in her hand and remembered a fond memory from school.
She and her friend, Helen had ditched class and had been heading toward the bathroom for a little girl on girl action. On the way they had been seen by the new guy in class and since Amanda had been wet imagining his dick slamming into her, decided to invite him along.
While Amanda was an equal opportunity kind of girl, Helen was more a girls girl and was reluctant to have Jason join in. But with some cajoling and my tongue in her ear, she had finally agreed. We entered the disabled stall in the bathroom and I turned and instructed Jason to sit and watch. I had wanted to be good and ready for him. I backed Helen against the side of the stall, kissing her with a gusto, rubbing myself against her and moaning, making a good show for Jason. I unbuttoned her blouse and had parted it to reveal her modest boobs. She couldn't compare to me in size, but they were firm and pert with dusky pink nipples that stood to attention as I licked and sucked them.
We were both getting into it as I'd slid my hand up under her skirt and pushed her panties to the side to feel her hairy patch. She had already been wet and let out a loud moan as I found her clit and immediately started rubbing. I had alternated flicking her throbbing button with my thumb and shunting two fingers in and out of her hole.
I had been getting really turned on myself and couldn't wait for it to be my turn, I'd moved my way back up to her mouth, using my free hand to continue playing with her tits, plucking her nipples and making her hum. The bathroom had been silent except for heavy breathing, liquid moans and the slurping sounds of really good sex. I had kissed Helen again and our tongues had dueled as she had lost herself in the sensations. Suddenly she was there and I felt the gush of liquid on my hand as she'd come in a powerful orgasm. Only my mouth on hers had stopped her from screaming. I had kept rubbing her clit as she calmed down, milking all the sensations of her climax, while I had whispered in her ear what a dirty slut she was and how she loved being taken in public.
Finally it had been my turn and I had looked to our guest to see him sitting with his back leaning against the toilet cistern with his dick in his hand. It was an impressive appendage and I hadn't been able to keep myself off it any longer. I had knelt between his legs and taken him in my mouth, deep throating him straight away. I had wanted to make him come so he would last longer when he fucked me. Thanks to the show Helen and I had already put on, it hadn't been long before he was thrusting his cock hard in my mouth and gasping my name as he had ejaculated down my throat. I had swallowed it all and drained him dry and had continued lick and sucking his dick and balls after he had finished to make sure he stayed hard.
He didn't disappoint and was soon standing proud and to attention and ready to give me the ride of my life. I had grabbed his hand and pulled him to stand in front of me as I had taken Helens place leaning against the wall of the cubicle. Jason had just stood there waiting for my direction, looking a little shy. I had lifted one of my legs and put it on the seat of the toilet, raising my skirt, showing that I had not worn any underwear. Both Jason and Helen had been able to plainly see that I had been enjoying our interlude.
I had put my hand on Jason's shoulder and started pushing down, showing him what I wanted. He had taken the hint and gone on his knees in front of me and shoved his face immediately in my crotch. Jason had been an experienced muff diver and had showed his expertise by immediately bringing me to orgasm. His tongue had flicked and sucked and rubbed at my clit while he had used two fingers to ream my ever willing hole. I had come to a shuddering climax and Helen had leaned forward to put her hand over my mouth to stop me screaming.
I had tasted that Helen had been fingering herself while Jason and I had been occupied. As I had stood there panting, Jason had stood up once more and I ordered him to fuck me. As he'd positioned himself at the entrance of my cunt I had told him graphically how I had wanted it. My back and hips were bouncing of the wall as he pounded me with a vengeance, slamming into me as I had told him to. His hands had grabbed my arse, one finger sliding close to my second opening, but not quite daring to go closer.
The sensations in my clit had been amazing as the angle he'd been at made sure that every time he pushed in, he'd rubbed me in the right places. I opened my eyes briefly to see that Helen had gone back to fingering herself furiously and the sight of her slippery fingers had been enough to send me over the edge into my second thundering orgasm. My muscles had clamped down on Jason's thrusting shaft so fiercely that he had come at the same time.
At the thought of that day, I came again so hard that I almost lost the vibrator that I had been slamming into my hole. I was still breathing heavy as I straightened my clothes and left the house. I headed towards my fathers company to keep my promise to his business partner.
I entered the building walking past men and women dressed in corporate suits. At first glance I was dressed the same, wearing a jacket and skirt, but the jacket was skin tight with nothing underneath it and the skirt was pleated and only just covered my butt.
To avoid suspicion, I had to go and greet my father. I was using the cover story that I was coming to see his business partner to see about an internship over the summer, but to not stop in and see him would raise eyebrows. When I entered his office, there was another man sitting in the chair opposite his desk, probably a client. I checked him out as I crossed the office to her father. He was cute, so when I bent down to kiss my fathers cheek, I made sure that the guy copped an eyeful of her firm arse peeking out from under her skirt.
When I stood up and turned, the man was grinning at me and giving me the eye. He handed me his card and shook my hand and said "Call me," under his breath. I smiled and mentally added him to my growing list of prospects.
I excused myself and crossed the main floor to knock on the door of Mr Prentice. I hadn't know what his first name was, in fact I hadn't known what his last name was until after my parents had returned from their weekend away. But that didn't matter. What mattered was I was wet, horny and looking for extra cash flow. My trip through the building had given me ideas and I was about to make them a reality.
I was told to enter and walking in the office to find it quite impressive. There was a couch and low table in one corner and a large floor to ceiling window offering a view of the city. But it was the man behind the desk that I was most caught up by. He really was a good looking guy, but the memory of him pounding me in my bedroom while my stuffed toys had looked on was really getting me going.
"Mr Prentice," I said with fake demureness. "I have come to see about getting an internship for this summer."
