My sexual escapades with the two young women went on for months. I was getting the most action I had ever enjoyed in my life. Lisa was available, twenty four hours a day, for whatever sexual depravity I could conjure up. On top of that, Amy and I fucked regularly, and we had the occasional threesome.
Amy and Lisa were both living with me. Suky still had most of her shit at my place, and maintained possession of the master bedroom, although she stayed every night at Tim's. Then, through a set of coincidences, our happy love triangle was completely upended.
Firstly, in a not entirely unexpected turn of events, Amy was accepted into Law School in another state. I knew she had been applying for admission over the last few months, and while the initial news was sad, after I digested it, I was happy for her to have an opportunity to potentially improve her life
She broke the news to me as soon as she received the acceptance letter, and it was with a heavy heart that we said our goodbyes. Amy told me that she was leaving the next day, and we sat down with Lisa to see where her head was at.
Lisa was high as a kite when we spoke to her, but she wasn't stupid. She knew that my sexual satisfaction was the key to her staying off the streets, as her options were very limited. She took too many recreational drugs to pass a pre-employment drug screen, had dropped out of school, and her parents had cut her off. I was a roof over her head, a steady supply of her much needed Oxy, and a relative safe haven, in a world that eats eighteen year old female drug-addicts up.
Lisa had obviously thought about her impending homelessness, because she presented a well thought-out plan for why I should keep her on as my fucktoy.
"I have a young girlfriend who is available whenever you want a threesome," Lisa began. "Emma is super cute, drug free, sexually naive but totally open to new experiences. I have a photo of her for you to check out."
Lisa handed me a photo of her and her Emma. "This was taken very recently, without any filters," she assured me.
Amy and I huddled to pore over the photo, as if we were choosing a new cast member for a reality show, based solely on the head-shot.
"Beautiful girl," Amy agreed, without any hint of jealousy. "Eighteen of course?"
"Just turned last month," Lisa assured me. "She will bring picture ID to her audition."
"Audition?" I repeated naively.
"You will definitely want to test drive this bitch," Amy said dispassionately. "A lot of young girls think that they are open to new experiences until they are faced with them," she added. "I think this girl needs to get baptized by fire!"
"She is down for anything that you desire, Tim," Lisa assured me, "anal, lesbian shows, golden showers. I didn't sugar coat it. I will make it happen, I promise. I know men don't communicate the same way women do. I know Amy interprets your desires and shares them with me. I will figure out exactly what you want from us, Tim, and we will provide it for you. Whatever it is," she added agreeably.
"Good girl," I said condescendingly, enjoying the complete power I had over this young beauty. "Just what I wanted to hear. A presentation like that is precisely why you made the debate team," I added dismissively.
"Get Emma here tonight," Amy said decisively. "Let's run that bitch through her paces before I leave tomorrow."
"Tonight?" I asked. "What if she has plans already?"
"What good is Emma to you, if she can't drop her plans at a moment's notice and be here to serve you?" Amy responded.
"I'll make the call," Lisa interjected. "What time works for you, Tim?"
Two hours later, Emma knelt naked before Amy and I, as we began the visual inspection. She was beautifully presented, presumably having been coached by Lisa that I like feminine women. Emma was clean shaven, having apparently just endured a Brazilian wax treatment. Her long blonde hair was like silk, as it cascaded down her back, and her makeup had been done professionally. Her pink lipgloss matched her perfectly manicured nails, and she had recently had a pedicure, which earned her some points. She was a spectacularly put together young woman, the perfect combination of natural beauty and the best cosmetic touches available to a young woman in LA.
"Good first impression," Amy conceded, as if we were judging a dog show.
As it turns out, we may have been trying to select "best in show" because Amy put the beautiful young Emma through a series of choreographed and intentionally demeaning moves. As I watched Emma splay herself, so that we could inspect her anus for any obvious signs of previous use, such as fissures or hemorrhoids, I wondered if Lisa had undergone this humiliating ritual.
"I put all prospective fuck-toys through this same thorough inspection process," Amy assured me, answering my question before I verbalized it. "It keeps them honest during the sexual history disclosure."
This disclosure, its purpose evident by its name, was very invasive and quite frankly embarrassing. However, Emma endured the humiliating questions, and we gleaned enough information to determine that she was an appropriate replacement for Amy. Emma enjoyed vaginal penetrative sex in any position, loved giving blowjobs, and was tolerant of facials. She had never experienced anal sex, but was willing to accommodate my desire for it. She was open to just about anything else, including golden showers, group sex, lesbian shows and even bukkake.
Amy did independently verify Emma's claim that she was a virgin, anally. Using a series of progressively larger butt-plugs, Amy probed Emma's anus until the young girl could take no more.
"We're good," Amy said dispassionately, as Emma recuperated from her violation. "No dicks have been inside that hole. It is too tight."
Once Emma was deemed to be physically and psychologically fit to be my plaything, the subject of monetary compensation came up.