"Katrin, as you are probably well aware, this program tends to feature segments about true crime, ripped from the headlines. Now, there are some people who would say that the activities of BJ Bliss do in fact constitute a crime. How do you respond to that?" Bryan asked her from the interview chair, shuffling his notes in his lap.
"Some people?" Katrin asked with a raised eyebrow. "What people? That is such a classic media ploy to sneak in an opinion without owning up to it. The truth is that fellatio is perfectly legal in the State of Illinois, where we operate. I can't say as much for some other States..."
"But to have customers
paying
a proprietor, such as yourself, in order to perform sexual acts on another person, whom you are providing for them, is most certainly illegal," Bryan countered, carefully hiding his irritation with Katrin for calling out the "some people" trick.
"My clients pay me for my expertise, for sex education and instruction. Yes, it is an entertaining topic and that is why it is so popular for parties. I am escorted to these parties by my male employees and I'm paying them to assist me. If anything sexual happens to them it is because of the spontaneous actions of consenting adults, not because there is money on the table."
"I have to ask," Bryan began, changing the subject, "how do your parents feel about your chosen career?"
"They're fine with it," Katrin replied defensively. She pondered further and then looked off in the distance with a reminiscent smile. "In fact, my mother taught me everything I know."
"And cut," the director announced. "Perfect, Katrin, just perfect. I loved that bit about the mother. We've got what we need, Bryan."
Bryan quickly hopped up from his chair and walked past Katrin, snubbing her as she extended her arm for a handshake.
Testy
, Katrin mused. She pulled out her phone and called Malena first thing after stepping off the set.
"How did it go?!" Malena begged to know.
"The interview was going good, but I really pissed him off toward the end. I'm sure they'll cut that part out when they air it."
"Damn it, Katrin, we need Dateline on our side!"
"I know, but he was being a dick," Katrin defended.
"At least the other interviews were good. Katy Curie loved you. I always knew she was a naughty MILF slut," Malena said, causing Katrin to giggle uncontrollably. "How do you like New York?"
"It's okay. The pizza is better." Katrin smiled to herself as she waited for the reaction.
"Oh no you didn't!" Malena blurted with hometown pride.
"That's right, I said it," Katrin teased. "Seriously though, I am really glad we followed through on this. Imagine all of the business we're going to get!"
"We, as in—you, me, and Felicia?"
"Hell no," Katrin shot back. "I'm going to suck her under the table on Saturday and we're going to walk away with that money."
Katrin felt her anxiety creeping back to her about the upcoming blowjob competition. The competition had become so much more to her than a business arrangement or a way to win some money; it was now just pure unbridled anticipation and excitement. The thought of kneeling in the same room with her rival and sucking on cock after cock together was driving her wild, even if every semblance of logic and reason had to be thrown out the window. She was however, a bit concerned about how this might play out with her relationship.
Peter startled her with a hand on the shoulder. "Excuse me, Miss, did I hear you say that you were going to suck someone under the table?"
"Bye, Malena." Katrin ended her call and turned to Peter, who was happy to tag along as her travel companion and legal advisor for the New York media tour. "If you don't watch it, I'm going to suck
you
under the table," Katrin threatened. "Let's go back to the hotel room, we've got some time before we meet with that literary agent."
****
"I'm glad that your trip was successful, Katrin. You are a natural in the spotlight. I hope that you are starting to see the benefits of your current public exposure," Felicia said in a not-so-subtle self-congratulation for revealing BJ Bliss to the world.
Katrina and Malena were gathered around a laptop at their office, arranging the final details of the blowjob competition with Felicia over a video conference. "I wonder, though, why you don't split the work? Not to mention, the fame?" Felicia asked, in reference to Malena's comparatively silent role as a partner.
"My mom thinks that I'm an event planner!" Malena said with a laugh, "which I kind of am. She's a devout Catholic and, thankfully, Telemundo didn't cover our story. I don't want to traumatize her."
"Fair enough," Felicia replied. She pivoted to Katrin. "Have you been practicing for our little event on Saturday?"
"We keep saying things like 'little event' or 'that competition'," Malena interjected. "Why don't we give it a name? From now on, let's just call it—I don't know...Blowstorm?"
Felicia stared back at them from the screen, looking unamused.
"Okay, no objections? Blowstorm it is!" Malena declared.
"We haven't set the venue yet, any suggestions?" Katrin asked Felicia.
"My sister Claudia is happy to host, her ballroom is well suited for this sort of thing, as you might recall."
"We need neutral ground, I'm not giving you homefield advantage," Katrin objected.
"If you truly knew my sister you would never suggest that she is providing me any advantage. Our alliance is hanging by a thread at all times. If anything, she'll be rooting for you. Also, she makes for a good master of ceremonies."
"Fine," Katrin conceded. "Claudia's place it is. Have you selected your men?"
"I have. How about you?"
"Yes, I have selected all three men and they will be adhering to the 24 hour rule. Honor system," Katrin said as she squinted her eyes suspiciously, hoping that Felicia would not be so petty as to cheat and suck off all of her teammates right before the competition.
"Honor system," Felicia replied, convincingly. "See you on Saturday."
****
When Blowstorm morning finally arrived, Malena walked through the front door of BJ Bliss Headquarters to see that Katrin was pacing nervously. Katrin didn't get any sleep at all the previous night and had to rush out early for a hair appointment. She turned to Malena, pulling off a hat to let her jet-black dyed hair fall across her shoulders. Malena gasped in shock.
"What do you think? Is it terrible?" Katrin asked, pleading for reassurance.
"It's uncanny," Malena said with wonder as she approached and took a lock of hair into her hand.
"Uncanny?"
"With that hair and without your glasses, you look just like Felicia."
"Shit!" Katrin blurted. "That isn't what I was going for. I can't believe I listened to that girl on the phone. I can't believe I dyed my fucking hair!"
"Relax," Malena begged with hands on Katrin's shoulders. "It's really hot. Let's work on the rest." She dropped a paper bag on Katrin's desk.
"What's that?"
"That is your outfit for the competition," Malena explained.
Katrin reached into the bag and pulled out a tiny package with an alluring picture of the bottom-half of a model, wearing a stocking and garter combo around her naked ass.
"Felicia going to be dressed in her best stuff—La Perla lingerie and some gaudy jewelry, no doubt. However, fast and hard blowjobs aren't supposed to classy. They are supposed to be sloppy and trashy. Trashy like a ten dollar stocking and garter combo that you'll just tear off and throw away after it gets soaked in cum."
Malena's convincing monologue had Katrin's wide-eyed attention. "Can I call you Coach?" Katrin asked.
"Fuck yes, you can call me Coach," Malena insisted. "Now put that thing on and let's have a look. I picked out something for myself as well."
Katrin and Malena eagerly stripped off their clothes and peeked each other's naked bodies with a giggle. They were both sporting fresh bikini waxes for the occasion and they felt pulsating excitement between their legs as they stepped into their undergarments.
Katrin pulled the garter belt over her waist and adjusted the stockings at her thighs. Strips of fabric connected the belt to the stockings at the sides of her hips. She stepped into a black set of heels and walked around the office, her perky nipples, naked asscheeks, and smooth pussy fully exposed.
"Yes! That is cocksucking sportswear alright. They should be using
you
as the model on that packaging," Malena said as she eyed Katrin's slutty look. "Do not let your teammates see you like that when they get here. You don't want to risk warming them up for Felicia.
Malena fitted a black bra snugly over her DDs and slipped into a short-sleeved, knee-length purple dress that completely hid her cleavage. Knee-high leather boots covered most of her legs.
"That is the most conservative thing I've ever seen you in," Karin said with a laugh. "Did you buy that for Sunday church with your mom?"
"As a matter of fact, I bought it for you. I'm trying to tone down the background scenery, since I'll be standing in your corner. I want you to be the sole focus. And yes, I will probably wear it to church with mom, not that it's any of your business."
"Sorry, I really do appreciate it, Malena. I know it must be killing you not to show off those tits."
"Yes, I am dying ever so slowly, so let's make it quick tonight, okay?"
