The Whores Roommate

At the knock, Lisa got up to answer the door. An older man, maybe fifty, was standing there. A little bald, a little overweight, looking tense and eager. Lisa didn't know him, but she knew who he was.

"Jenny! Company!"

"Not quite ready! Could you come help me?"

Lisa directed the man to sit on the sofa while she went to check on her roommate. Jenny was in the bedroom, wearing a tiny thong, wriggling into a tight dress. The dress was new, but this was the look she usually wore when greeting her dates. Once the dress was in place, her nipples pressed into the thin fabric, showing off for any and all men who looked at her.

"What's up?" Lisa asked.

"I need you to do me a favour. Please? Please? Please?"

"If you have to beg me before you even ask, that's not a good sign. What's the favour?"

"My dad will be calling in a little while, but I can't put this guy off again. He has money. And he's looking for a new regular girl since Mona quit. Would you just answer the phone and tell my dad I'm asleep or something?"

"You could just not answer," Lisa suggested. "Then call him back later and tell him then that you were sleeping."

"He's a little paranoid. If there's no answer at all, he'll worry."

"So, I just take a message?"

Jenny nodded. "Basically, yes. And yell it out to me."

"All right. I was going to give you some privacy, but I guess I can stick around."

"Thanks. You're a lifesaver. Send the guy in, would you please? Is he cute?"

"Hardly," Lisa told her. "But I'll bet his money is."

"That's always true."

Lisa walked back to the living room. "Hey guy, you're up. Jenny's waiting in the bedroom."

The fellow stood up, his knees creaking a little, and went back. Lisa heard Jenny tell him to close the door, then turned on the television to cover the sounds of sex. There was an old series on Netflix she had been watching. This would be a good time to stream the next episode.

Ten minutes later, Jenny's phone rang. The sound was coming from the bedroom. "Oh, of course," Lisa said in frustration. Neither of them had thought to put the phone somewhere convenient.

But Lisa had promised. She paused the show, opened the door, and entered the bedroom. "Don't mind me," she said. The guy was lying on the bed, naked, with his legs spread. Jennifer was on her hands and knees, her head between his thighs, his cock in her mouth.

Lisa picked up the phone from the nightstand, next to the envelope of money the guy had brought. She tapped the screen to answer it.

"Hello, this is Lisa. Jenny is in the bath right now. Can I take a message?" Lisa listened carefully, then asked him to hold on for a moment, called, as if through a bathroom door, "Hey Jenny! You're brother's getting married!"

Jenny ended the blowjob immediately and gave a little squeal. She put her finger to her lips to shush her john, then reached for the phone. "Hi, Dad! What's this? Who's the unlucky girl? Not Cheryl, I hope."

Lisa watched as Jenny absent-mindedly stroked her client's cock while she talked to her dad. "Is he just engaged or has he set a date?" Very carefully, she straddled the guy and positioned his cock so it was just inside her pussy lips, then she sank down on him, gasping slightly at the invasion.

"No, Dad. I didn't hurt myself. I'm in the bath and a cold drop of water just dripped on my leg. Tell me about this girl. Am I going to love her? How did they meet?"

Lisa watched with amusement as Jenny quietly fucked her client and talked to her father. She'd known Jenny was a whore when she'd moved in. She'd tried not to interfere, but she'd always been curious. This was the first time she'd actually watched Jenny perform her job. As she waited to take the phone back, she enjoyed the view.

This was actually the first time she'd ever seen someone having sex, except in videos. It was fascinating to watch that wet, shiny cock sliding in and out of Jenny. And then he started grunting and gripping Jenny's hips. He was clearly coming inside her.

It looked like fun, Lisa decided. Maybe she'd consider Jenny's career for herself.