We were sitting in our friends' parlor following dinner. My girlfriend Lila had kicked off her shoes and brought her legs up on one section of the large wraparound couch, head resting on the shoulder of my best friend Eli; his wife Rachel and I were side by side on the other section, one of her hands resting lightly on my thigh. This orientation seemed to be customary lately when we relaxed after dinner -- it made sense since everyone knew what the pairing was likely to be as the night wore on.
We were at ease in the afterglow of RacheI's great cooking and Eli's fine wine when Rachel announced she had procured a porn DVD to "spice things up." To me, it hardly seemed that we would need it, but she loaded the disk and switched the TV on.
The plot was about a boyfriend who sold his girlfriend to settle a debt, and the lady liked the experience so much that she continued using her talents to raise funds to pay the rent and cover other expenses. Before long, she was so much in demand that she recruited friends and neighbors to work on commission and help grow the business. Pretty corny material, which inspired some fitting jokes from our audience, but the scenery was nice, with many well-endowed thespians, It was not long before I observed Eli running a hand beneath Lila's blouse, and felt Rachel caressing the crotch of my shorts.
"I wonder if I would be as enthusiastic as those girls are in that line of work," Lila commented, before joining her lips to Eli's.
"A girl has to do what a girl has to do," Rachel said. "It might be fun to actually try that some time, Lila. How about we put an ad on CraigsList or somewhere?"
"You want a lifestyle change -- try whoring?" Eli asked, with a sardonic smile.
"It wouldn't be the first time," she replied. "I used to trade my body for grades from a math professor." She stuck her tongue out at him. Then licked her lips, suggestively.
"Not exactly," Eli countered. "It wasn't so quid pro quo. I always give my students after-class help if they ask, but it's up to them to learn the material to pass the test. If they want to show gratitude for the help, that's up to them. Granted, you did so eagerly, but it was your choice and not really whoring."
"Well, I'm not sure how well I did on those tests, even with your help, but I did give you a lot of gratitude." She shrugged, and arched her brows. "Anyway, I suppose you're right," Rachel said. "It wasn't like my earlier venture hooking guys for money."
Eli's expression was something between skeptical and apprehensive. Having come to know Rachel better, I was not surprised by anything she said, but what followed was something of a bombshell.
"When was that?" Eli asked, with a cryptic smile.
"My first year at the university. As you know, I was no stranger to sex at that point. Carnal studies had been my chief extra-curricular activity in high school. Our football team won the conference my senior year, and I was given a lot of credit for boosting its morale," Rachel said with a flourish. "My popularity continued in college, and not just with students. My professional debut came about one night at the night spot where Lila often did open mic. A good looking guy in his 40s bought me drinks and talked me up. I left with him, curious about what it would be like with such an older dude -- older even than my Uncle Jack, who had broken me in. Anyway, this guy took me to a fairly nice motel, not a budget flea trap, and afterward he gave me a hundred dollar bill as a goodnight present. I tried to give it back, but he told me to keep it, saying I earned it, and telling me, 'You shouldn't give it away for nothing.' He also made a 'date' with me for the following weekend."
"Well, that's not really hooking," Lila said. "You didn't set a price in advance."
"No, but it got me thinking about what he said, and I did decide to stop giving it away so much, and to make a few extra dollars. Not that I needed it -- my parents had bucks and covered the tuition, room and board, and gave me an allowance -- but I figured I could use a little extra that I didn't have to account to them for. I kept the date with the guy and a few of his friends he steered my way, sometimes two on the same night. I found it was good, easy money, maybe two or three hundred a night, for doing something I enjoyed; also it was a fun, new experience as a businesswoman."
Lila was looking more and more interested at this account. I probably was too. Eli not so much.
"At first I operated on my own," Rachel went on, "but soon formed a partnership with my roommate Serena, who also liked playing around and making a few bucks. It seemed safer to team up and do threesomes or even take on a couple guys at a time because pervs and serial killers don't usually hang out together. We specialized in older guys, who have more money. The only college guys we took on were blue bloods or a few we thought were sexy and cute enough to do at discount. The word got around, and that bar had so many older married guys coming in and buying drinks that the management 'forgot' to card me and Serena."
"How many times... how long did this go on?" Eli asked, nonplussed.
"Maybe two or three nights a week our freshman year. We didn't continue it after summer break."
"Why not?" Lila asked. "It seemed lucrative, and like you said, easy money for something you always did anyway."
"Yeah, but the guys weren't always nice," Rachel said. "Some objected to wearing a rubber; too many just threw their money at you, jumped you, shot off a load and left; others lay there like a log, not saying anything and expecting you to do all the work. One guy literally threw a fistful of singles at me afterward, and said 'here's your tip.' No respect. I guess it's just male human nature. They pay for something and take it for granted. Just the opposite of how they act otherwise. When they're with a girl who's not hooking, guys don't know if they're going to get laid, so they have to work at it -- they flatter you, ask questions about what you like to do, where you'd like to go eat, if you'd like to see a show and so on. If you're not a professional, even when it looks like they have a good chance to get it, they're courteous, do foreplay, ask what position you'd like to do it in. Many will give you oral. Most try to last long enough to get you off, and treat you nice even after they come, figuring you'll be more likely to fuck them again some time. So eventually, I figured I'd made enough money, most of which I'd held on to, and started giving my pussy away again. That was more fun."
"So you weren't still selling it when we hooked up?" Eli asked.
"No I didn't get into your class until my second year. By then I was a retired professional, just reliving old times when I traded my body with you for grades."
Eli was about to object again, but Lila broke in. "I'm curious. You said you and your roommate did threesomes -- when you did that, how did it work? Did you both have sex with the same guy?"
"There's not too many supermen out there," Rachel replied. "Serena and I would prime a guy from all angles, and finally he'd usually just jump one of us and blow his load quickly. We'd be in and out of the motel within a half-hour. Only a few guys had good enough staying power to take us both on. Often, a guy who came too quick paid us some more to hang around until he could get it up again, so he could brag to his friends that he was man enough to fuck two whores the same night."
"And when you and your friend went with two guys," Lila asked, "did you each have just one, or did you swap partners?"
"Same deal," Rachel said. "If the guys were able to hold on long enough, they often wanted to swap us. If one of them or both came too quickly, they'd usually pony up for more time until they could get it up again and fuck us both."
"Was it fun having two guys back to back? Was one sometimes better than the other?"
I was amazed at how interested Lila was in this subject.
Rachel shrugged. "As for skill, most guys didn't stand out. In my mind they all sort of fade into one another. But once, a couple of guys who hired us turned out to be super studs -- we were side by side in one king bed, and swapped back and forth three times, changing positions a lot too. Even I learned a couple new things from those guys. It lasted almost an hour before one came, and then the other went twenty minutes more. He laid on his back, and Serena and I took turns riding him. While one of us rode him, he had the other straddle his face and ate her pussy. I really enjoyed that time -- almost felt like I should be paying him. But it was the exception. Most guys couldn't last long enough for one swap, or didn't want to cough up the money for more time -- it was in and out the door in less than an hour, including showers, which was good money for such short time. I actually preferred it that way. It would get boring when the guys wanted us to hang around. They'd pay extra for the privilege, but you can watch only so much TV waiting for them to get it up again."
"Did you ever have any bad experiences?" Lila asked.
"Not really," Rachel replied. "The worst thing was the boredom. A few guys were rude shitheads. A couple of times, the bastards just got in their car and left -- didn't drive us back to the bar near the campus -- and we had to call for a cab. But we were a few hundred dollars richer, and could afford it."
We were all silent for a moment, digesting Rachel's story. My dick was hard. Eli seemed in a trance.
"We have yet to swap these guys on one of our nights," Lila said vacantly, almost as if she was musing to herself.
"Probably because we both have access to one of them whenever we want, so we concentrate on the guy who's a weekend gift," Rachel said. "But Eli often jumps me after you and Danny go home."
