Catching Up With Chloe Ch 02

That night, when she finally made it home, Jessica's mind was racing. She couldn't believe the day she'd had, trapped in a cheap brothel wearing her friend's clothes. And she certainly couldn't believe that her oldest friend, a girl she knew from days past, had turned out to be a cheap hooker.

It somehow didn't seem right.

And yet, now, Jessica knew that it

was

.

She left her Uber, and stumbled up to the front door of her spacious home - it was a world away from Chloe's dingy flat, and she somehow felt a little ashamed about it.

She took off her shoes at the door, just as Chloe had done earlier, momentarily forgetting that she had a shoe rack in her hallway closet. She was more than a little buzzed, a combination of the day's activities, the lingering smoke, the wine, and feeling of arousal that had been building since Chloe started telling her life story.

She made her way into the bedroom, meaning to undress and have a little shower, but she briefly paused. She tilted her head to one side, and breathed in slightly, picking up some of Chloe's smell and a little lingering smoke on her business suit. Her friend had seemed so glamorous, so carefree, and so sexy in this outfit, in a way that Jessica had never managed before. She wasn't envious, she knew that much, but she didn't know quite what she was feeling.

She went through her pockets, emptying them of the contents before dumping them in the wash. She placed her phone and purse on the bed, and then she found something unfamiliar. She looked at them - Crystal's business card. And beneath it, the card that that awful Sid had given her at the House of Virtue earlier today. She shuddered a little at the thought of him, especially given that she now knew he was responsible for introducing Chloe to a life of being a whore.

How did these wind up in her trouser pockets, she wondered? The only explanation was that Chloe had removed them from the leather jacket and placed them there, but she couldn't imagine why her friend would have done that.

Jessica shrugged to herself, and tossed them on the bed too. She could deal with them later.

The shower was a quick one, but Jessica's mind was elsewhere as she cleaned. Ordinarily, this would be her routine before going to bed - a wash, maybe curling up with a TV show or a book until tiredness overcame her - but not tonight. Somehow, tonight, it all felt a little, well,

dull

.

Her mind was still buzzing, and she didn't feel ready to actually wind down for the night. She pulled on a nightdress, her usual evening wear. She poured herself half a glass of wine, and sat down at her home office desk, ready for a bit of snooping.

She turned on her computer, and headed to social media. She rarely touched it now she was in HR, but she wanted to look up Chloe, and see what else she could learn about her friend.

They were both from the same place, and they both had the same chances in life - she knew that Chloe had explained, but Jessica still didn't really understand. How could it have turned out so differently for them both?

There weren't that many photos of Chloe online. Jessica turned on her Facebook - she hadn't used it for ages - and found her friend's profile, but it was surprisingly empty. Chloe posted sporadically, photos of her smiling with a drink in her hand, or close-ups that always got the best angle of her cleavage. She had tons of friends, and tons of likes - plus comments, comment after comment telling her how beautiful and sexy she was.

It was true, completely true.

She'd always been a beautiful blonde, Jessica thought, and she always had the power to use her looks and her charm and wrap people around her little finger.

Jessica took a sip of wine.

She never had that skill. Sure, she wasn't

bad

with people - you didn't get in a position like hers if you couldn't deal with people - but it wasn't natural, like it was with Chloe.

Had Chloe ever thought about HR, she wondered - she could be a great fit.

Jessica looked at a photo of her friend, wearing a barely-there red dress and making it look incredible, and a sudden thought struck her.

This may not be the only trace of Chloe online.

She went and picked up the business card, Crystal's business card -

Chloe's

business card - and looked it over for a moment. Hoping to find -

what

? A web address? Did prostitutes have their own websites, she sarcastically asked herself.

Expecting nothing at all, she Googled 'Crystal House of Virtue', and hit enter.

Her eyes opened wide when she saw the top result.

The House of Virtue porn site, Crystal's videos. Jeez, she thought, Chloe had suggested it, but Jessica never imagined this - her friend was an actual

pornstar

, and she was so blase about it. Didn't she realise that this could screw her over in future, when she tried to move up in the world? What if her future employer learned about this?

She moved the cursor over the link, but stopped herself from clicking.

What was she thinking? Did she actually

want

to see any of this? Did she really want to see her friend in porn films?

Ordinarily, that answer would've easily been a firm 'no', but now, buzzed and started to feel turned on, she was more than a little curious.

She clicked.

It took her to a profile page, boasting a photo of Crystal staring at the cinema, pulling a sexy pose and flashing her tits. She was hot - Jessica could see it - and she was bound to win over any red-blooded male, with that mix of sex appeal and charisma.

Chloe always could.

Underneath, there was a selection of photos, all somehow hotter and naughtier than the last, and then, some videos. Most of them were locked behind a paywall, but there were a few available for free.

Apprehensively, yet with a growing feeling of excitement, she hovered over one of the videos. Could she do it - could she really watch one of her friends in

porn

?

She clicked.

It looked like a doctor's office - Chloe appeared, claiming she needed a physical. The doctor, a muscular man coated in tattoos, told her to take her clothes off, and Chloe obliged, performing a sexy striptease in the process.

She laid on a table, and the doctor inspected her body, massaging her breasts and spanking her arse. By the time he reached her mouth, they were kissing passionately. Chloe was tearing his clothes off, and they were soon fucking, his giant cock pounding in and out of the blonde girl as she screamed in pleasure.

Jessica never looked at porn - and now, she was looking at her friend on a porn site, getting fucked by some disgusting man, probably for not very much money. And it was making her wet, wetter than she'd been for a

long

time.

Her hand drifted to her pussy, and she started to stroke. She stroked at how hot she was finding Chloe being fucked - she stroked watching Chloe take that mammoth cock, the one that had been in her pussy and her arse, into her mouth, deepthroating it with undisguised pleasure. Chloe said that she loved getting fucked, and you could see it in the fire in her eyes.

But what pushed Jessica over the edge was imagining, imagining without even realising, what it would be like if

she

was the one getting fucking.

She screamed as she came, just like Chloe had screamed.

After she came, and the video was over, a pop-up came onto the screen, inviting her to chat to Crystal. It gave details of a premium phone-line, times for a webcam session, and the address of the House of Virtue.

Jessica didn't need any of that, though, she thought as she turned the computer off with shame.

She knew where Crystal was, and who she was.

It was her friend, and she was living a life totally unlike Jessica's.

Happily so.

The HR manager didn't know what to make of that, and it played on her mind until she eventually fell asleep.

***

Jessica returned to work the next day, thinking that she should drop Chloe a line, a message, something. But she didn't - she kept putting it off, and then the day had passed. It was almost like everything that had happened the day before was a dream, a strange and scary and erotic dream all rolled into one.

A beautiful, glorious change of pace from her humdrum routine here in the office.

She thought about it when she was home, alone, eating a dinner by herself - she could ping Chloe, invite her over for a little more conversation. That'd be nice.

But she hesitated. What if Chloe was busy? What if she was at that awful club, working? Dancing? Fucking?

Jessica didn't want to judge, but she was, just a little bit, and that kept her from sending a message.

It did, however, send her to her computer again, finding the Crystal site and watching another of Chloe's videos. In this one, Chloe was dressed as a schoolgirl, at the mercy of two muscular black men with giant cocks. She teased them, flirting with them, and then they picked her up and they fucked her. They took turns in her pussy, and then one fucked her pussy as another went for her ass. She groaned with pleasure, and then giggled naughtily as she started sucking on their cocks, wanking them off until they came all over her face.

Jessica didn't even realise that she was pleasuring herself until the camera zoomed in on Chloe's face, and she flashed a sneaky wink to the camera, somehow looking beautiful with the men's cum dripping from her face. But, on that wink, she came, and she came hard.

She felt guilty, cumming to her friend, but she couldn't deny how hot it was making the whole thing.

Jeez, Chloe, how could you get mixed up in all this?

And why, she wondered, am I liking it so much?

—

It was Chloe who made the next move.

The next day, Jessica was at work. There was a dispute going on, a passive-aggressive row in one of the marketing offices that she'd been asked to nip in the bud ASAP. She called the parties in, she listened, she made recommendations, but she wasn't feeling it today. Her mind was elsewhere.

No, not elsewhere - she knew that she was thinking about her friend.

Jessica was typing up her reports on the meeting when her phone buzzed. She picked it up, absentminded, and then she saw it was Chloe.

Bad news, Jess. I didn't get the job...

The HR manager was a little crestfallen to read that - she'd hoped that Chloe would succeed, and that this job would be the first step out of the life she was leading. It seemed not.

I'm sorry, Chloe.

She messaged back:

Fuck them. They don't know what they're missing out on.

Jessica laughed a little, imagining her friend saying that to their face.

Still feels like shit, though. I'm going out for a drink later, drown my sorrows - you wanna come, Jess?

The invitation sent a wave of excitement through her. She hadn't been thinking about seeing Chloe again, not

really

, not so soon, but she couldn't imagine turning down the offer.

I'd love to!

Chloe replied with a couple of smiley faces.

Nine suit you, Jess?

Honestly, she wasn't initially overly keen - she didn't often go for late nights anymore - but she supposed that one wouldn't hurt. Besides, a night out, catching up with her friend - she could break her rule once, right?

Sounds great!

And, she thought, it

did

- a night out with an old friend would be wonderful, and a nice break away from the dull workday today.

Based on Chloe's heart reactions, she was looking forward to it too.

—

At home, after she had a bite to eat and a quick wash, Jessica set about getting ready for the night.

She was standing at her wardrobe, clad in a risky yet respectable black bra and pair of pants, looking at her clothes. She was trying to figure out what to put on, and she was struggling.

Most of her attire was what you'd call business-appropriate - trouser suits, skirts, dresses that flattered but didn't tease - and that was fine. That was appropriate for the world that Jessica inhabited, and the people she socialised with. She also had some casual clothes for lounging around the house, but they weren't going to work for tonight either.

Jessica tried to remember what she wore the last time she went on a date - and then, she tried to remember the last time she even went on a date. She couldn't picture the man - he'd have been some identical guy in a suit, conventionally handsome and lacking a personality. There wouldn't have been a second date - there never was.

Did Chloe have a man, she wondered? Where would a... an entertainer go to meet men? She wondered if she should ask, or if it even mattered - it was clear that Chloe was loving her life as it was at the moment, and that was the most important thing.

Jessica was a little jealous, she realised. She wasn't fussed by her friend's beauty, and certainly not her lot in life, but she suddenly knew she was envious at how

satisfied

Chloe was. Jessica always thought she loved her life, and her job, but was she in a rut - she hadn't thought so, but she knew she certainly didn't have the passion that Chloe did for her work.

No, she said to herself, put these thoughts out of mind for the moment - you're meant to be prepping for a fun night out. Be happy. Be ready for fun.

Eventually, she chose an outfit - a knee-length black skirt and her most casual blouse, white with a flower detail along the collar. She wasn't convinced, she thought when she looked at herself in the mirror, but it would have to do.

She put her face on, a light scattering of make-up and some red lipstick that worked well with her brown hair, and selected a pair of not-too-high heels from the wardrobe to complete the look.

She looked at herself again, and wondered what Chloe would be wearing. Sure, Jessica knew she was no frump, far from it, but she felt like she was trying a little too hard as she glanced at her reflection - this wasn't a customary look for her, and she felt like everyone would be able to see it.

Her phone pinged - it was a smiley-faced message from Chloe, and just seeing her friend's name on the phone put a smile on Jessica's face:

I'll be there in 20, Jess - looking forward to seeing you!

An address and the name of a club followed - Jessica knew the area vaguely, and so she made her way, a strange feeling of excitement in the pit of her stomach as she closed her front door.

She was looking forward to a fun night out - she just hoped that Chloe wouldn't lead her too far astray.

Or maybe, she thought with a little naughtiness, she actually hoped that Chloe

would

.

***

It had been a long time since Jessica went on a night out like this - she was used to business dinners, respectable pub meals, that kind of thing. She never went to clubs - she hadn't been to a nightclub since she was a teenager, and barely even then.

If it wasn't for Chloe, she wouldn't be here now.

But then, Chloe always had a way of selling ideas that felt bad, and making them seem so good.

Chloe hadn't sent her an address in advance, and Jessica was kind of grateful for that - she knew she'd have looked into the place if she had, finding hundreds of reasons to be sceptical of the night before it had even begun.

She wanted to kick herself - it shouldn't be so hard just to turn off, unwind and enjoy a night. She should try to be more carefree, more up for a bit of fun. Inside, she knew where she was heading with this - a little more like, well...

"Chloe," she shouted, noticing her friend heading down the street, and wandered over to meet her.

The blonde girl was sauntering down the street - Jessica had known people be described as 'head turners' before, but she'd never truly appreciated it until she saw her friend now. She was in a gold sequined wrap dress, plunging at the front and dangerously low at the bottom - it somehow drew attention to Chloe's incredible breasts and her legs at the same time. She wore gold strappy sandals, boasting a formidable heel, and she clutched a small golden bag in her right hand. She didn't look overly made-up - her blonde hair hung loosely, a 'rolled out of bed' look that Jessica suspected was carefully choreographed, and there were only flashes of decoration, outside of her ruby-red lips.

"Hey Jess," she smiled as she neared, "look at you!"

"Look at

me

," Jessica couldn't help but laugh. "Look at

you

, Chloe - you look stunning. I mean, absolutely incredible."

Chloe gently and playfully hit Jessica's arm.

"You can knock off with that - I'll go fucking red."

"Hey, I'm only telling you the truth, Chloe."

The blonde girl smiled.

"Come on, Jess, let's fuck off with this - we're here for a night of partying."

Chloe took Jessica's arm, and led her inside.

Inside, it was nothing too exciting - it was a club, full of dancing people and loud music, and everyone looked like they were having the time of their lives. It looks fun, Jessica thought - so have fun.

Chloe made her way to the bar, and Jessica followed.

A young woman was behind the bar, pouring drinks and juggling cocktail makers like she'd been doing this for years. She placed a tray in front of the two women - Jessica wanted to object, but Chloe left her no time.

"Shots shots shots!"

Chloe knocked back one of the shots, and shook her head in delight at the rush. She looked at Jessica - the HR manager wasn't a shots sort of person, but she obliged her friend and picked up one of the shot glasses. She drank it, and felt awful.

She pulled a face, making Chloe laugh.

"Jeez, that was dreadful."

"The first one always is," said the blonde, placing another glass into Jessica's hand, "you need another to start fucking enjoying it."

Jessica didn't really want to, but she followed her friend anyway.

Chloe took to the dancefloor, and beckoned a reluctant Jessica to follow her. The brunette didn't particularly like dancing, but she didn't want to let her friend down, so she moved towards her.

The bass was pounding, and the place was hot - the combination of alcohol and noise was leaving Jessica feeling a little lousy, but she tried to push past it. She was here to have fun, and she trusted Chloe. She tried, and she started to get into it a little bit, before she felt Chloe's hand on her shoulder.

She shouted over the music: "I'm just going out for a smoke, Jess - won't be five minutes."

Jessica didn't want to be left alone in that place, so she made the decision to follow Chloe outside and keep her company.

Jessica didn't say much, but she responded to Chloe's smiles as she smoked with smiles of her own. It was the weirdest feeling - this wasn't a place that she liked, she didn't drink or party or listen to loud music - yet being with her friend somehow made the prospect of the night an exciting one.

Chloe smiled, and offered her a cigarette.

"Fancy one, Jess?"

The HR manager silently shook her head - she couldn't quite find the words to say a firm 'no'.

"Goes great with a drink, you know?"

Chloe was so earnest, Jessica found it hard to turn her down. But, for the moment, there was still a little voice in the back of her mind warning her off. She couldn't deny the temptation, but her rational mind was just about winning out.

"Suit yourself," Chloe smiled, "but you don't know how fucking great it is."

Chloe kept smoking and, when she was done, she crushed the cigarette under her shoe.

The two women returned to the club. Inside, the alcohol was starting to do its work, particularly after Chloe ordered a few more shots - Jessica felt freer, more inclined to have fun, and she started dancing with more freedom. She saw Chloe, having fun as she moved, waving her arms around and twerking on some random guy who was clearly enjoying it - and she wanted some of that. She was a little surprised that she had that thought - it was so unlike her, so unlike straight-laced Jessica - but somehow, that made it feel all the naughtier.