"Look at this, Dan."
Sarah was going through all of her instant messages, which she loved to do. I had expected her to get bored of it; despite her statement on the site that, whilst she loved cock, she much preferred seeing it alongside the face of its owner, she still had to wade through dick-pic after dick-pic. But she didn't really seem to mind, and very frequently took the time to type personal replies, often including short video messages taken on her phone. It was, she surmised, a good way to keep her subscribers happy.
She passed her phone to me. I read the message, which was a long one:
'Hi Sarah. You won't remember me, but we actually met a few years ago. My name is Annette. You taught my daughter Holly English, and I can see you've taught her a lot more recently! Don't worry, I'm fine with her appearance on your site -- delighted in fact. Her and Juliet have all of a sudden become confident, sexy and successful young ladies, and they are having the time of their lives, flying all over the country and doing all of these glamorous photoshoots. And you also paid them really, really well so that's given them such a head start. I can't thank you enough."
"Wow," I said, looking at Sarah, who had her semi-permanent wicked smile spread all over her face. "She's thanking us for fucking her daughter?"
"I know!" Sarah giggled. "I was a bit worried at first. But there's a lot more, keep reading!"
"I've actually been a member of your site since you launched it, and I've been really, impressed by what you've done. I was sad to see you hounded out of the college, but I bet you haven't missed it, from what I've seen.
All this stuff with Holly got me thinking. I would be really, really proud if you'd consider allowing me to make an appearance in some or other project of yours. I'm very interested in all of the sexy stuff you get up to and am willing to do pretty much anything. I'm sure lots of your members would be interested, and I don't scrub up too bad, despite my age (I've just turned forty-two.)
I do have some limited experience - I was a 'Page 3' girl in the early 2000s. I've attached some pictures. Please get in touch if you would like to have a chat, I'm really interested in getting involved.'
I opened the attachments. One was a scan of a copy of 'The Sun', a slim waisted, busty, peroxide blonde haired young lady pouting and thrusting her naked breasts to the camera. The other two were clearly more recent, a picture of a much older, but still extremely presentable version of the young girl, holding a glass of red wine, in amongst some friends on an evening out.
And the final one, which grabbed the attention much more - the same attractive lady parting her still firm and slim legs and looking down at her nicely trimmed vagina as she gently pushed two fingers inside -- her face sporting the same sexy pout she'd used all those years ago.
"What do you think?" Sarah questioned. "She's hot, right?"
Despite all of the evidence that there should be no barrier for me to say what I meant, the fact that I'd just recently fucked two eighteen-year-old girls whilst Sarah egged me on, and that Sarah made her living by selling footage of her fucking multiple men at a prodigious rate, I still had a reluctance to say what I really meant when presented with questions such as this.
"Dan, it's fine, say what you think. She's pretty sexy, right?" I nodded.
"She really is," the small surge of fear I instinctively still felt from the residue of untrusting relationships past subsiding.
"She's pretty hot, has an amazing body, considering her age - how old did she say she was?"
Sarah checked again.
"Forty-two."
"Right. Well, she's like six years older than me, so I'm not going to hold that against her."
"You'd like to hold something else against her though, eh?
The following evening, we arrived at a pub we'd actually been to a few times previously, before we'd moved away. It was our first visit back to our home town since we'd moved. With all the furore around Holly and Juliet's recent entry into Sarah's world of filth, her face had re-appeared on lots of front pages in recent days.
To disguise herself, Sarah was wearing a baseball cap, ponytail pulled through the back, and a pair of glasses in a completely different style to those she'd worn in the past. Whilst a true fan who was looking intently would certainly be able to recognise her, we were happy to take that risk. Although I looked like I always did, for some reason people recognising me had never been a problem.
Annette was already at the bar, nursing what looked to be a gin and tonic. She greeted Sarah like an old friend, and also gave me a warm hug and a peck on the cheek. We found a quiet table.
"I can't believe you actually came!" Annette began. "You look even more stunning in the flesh."
"We both found your message really interesting," I began.
"And your pictures!" Sarah grinned, giving me a playful jab in the ribs. "I think Dan was quite taken with you. You're looking amazing yourself!"
"Well thank you, I'm flattered. And it's nice not to have 'for your age' pegged on the end, that's mostly what I hear these days."
"You aren't much older than me," I assured her.
"Thanks love," Annette replied, sipping her G&T. But quite a bit older than this sexy little thing though, eh?" she nodded towards Sarah.
"She's definitely the young and free one," I winked.
"Isn't she just. What a woman. I know I said it in my message, but I have to say it again in person. Thanks for what you did for Holly. And Juliet."
"Dan couldn't quite believe he was getting thanked for having sex with two eighteen year olds!" Sarah grinned, squeezing my leg.
"I know!" I smiled. "I think normally the thanks would go the other way, surely?"
"Well, it seems that everyone's happy, that sounds like a good result. What I mean though... Two weeks ago, Holly was getting ready to start at the local Tesco, stacking shelves for minimum wage. Body and a face like that, what a crying shame. I had everything Holly has just now, when I was her age. World at my feet.
Annette had a really warm and approachable manner, and she loved to talk. She was also very easy to listen to, and we were both happily absorbing her tales of the past.
"But I met Holly's dad, he kept me at home like a pet, and that was the end of everything for me."
