Hi all. Thanks for sticking with me thus far. We're coming towards the end; this might even be the penultimate chapter. Many thanks to the people who have given feedback, you have no idea how valuable it is to hear what people think of your work. Hope you enjoy.
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Ron was sorry to see Ted and Elaine go. At the airport when he dropped them off, Elaine gave him a present. They told him he was welcome to come out and visit them in Brooklyn and said they would probably visit London again and would try to have him assigned as their minder. Ron unwrapped his present when he got back in the car. He knew it was a book; it was a collection of Jeeves and Worcester stories, by P G Wodehouse. Ron had never read any, he could remember Elaine telling him that he had to.
Ron got back early enough to grab an hour's sleep before he had to go out again. He took Caroline to two bookings, one in a flat in Earls Court, the other at a hotel on Cromwell Road in Kensington. The hotel seemed nice. Caroline told him she was doing bookings every day, she said she was really making money.
In the afternoon, Ron took Vicky to a client's flat in Chelsea. Ron thought the houses on the street where the client lived were beautiful. The clients were three Spanish men. Katie always said that if there were more than two clients, someone needed to accompany the lady, so they had agreed for Ron to go in. Vicky had seen one of the men before. She said that there was something about his penis, and that when they'd had anal sex, there was something about the angle and the way his penis curved that really worked for her. She was excited about seeing him again.
Ron was in another room during the booking. He thought he could tell when that particular man was sodomising Vicky by the sounds she would start making. She told him afterwards that she'd had a great time. She said that being "buggered" by the guy she'd seen before had been fantastic, and that one of the other clients had been young and very attractive.
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In the evening it was Caroline yet again, with Layla, in the obs flat in Victoria. They got to the flat early and waited for Layla, who was coming from Chelsea. Ron thought that, from the three bookings that day, Caroline would probably make more than two thousand pounds, and this was just an average day for her.
As he looked at Caroline now, he could understand the demand. He could easily understand it. She was so pretty that suddenly seeing her face would regularly stop him in his tracks. He'd got used to seeing her without make-up, and he thought she was naturally beautiful. At a booking, when she put makeup on, her features looked so incredible to him that Ron almost felt intimidated.
Her body wasn't any less alluring. She was a couple of inches shorter than Vicky but otherwise their bodies were similar, except that her large breasts were natural, unlike Vicky's. Caroline had light skin, which was darkened by a spray tan. Her hair was long and died cherry red, like Katie's. All these things made Caroline fantastic looking, but there was something else, something Ron found hard to define. There seemed to be a
ripeness
about Caroline's body. Ron would find that when he saw her, he felt an almost irresistible urge to physically touch her, and to put his arms round her and draw her towards him.
Layla turned up with five minutes to spare. Ron went into the obs room. Layla was already made up and dressed. Both of them wore lingerie, stockings and suspenders. Ron saw the way Layla and Caroline looked at each other. Caroline took a strand of her hair in her fingers and twiddled it as if she was going to make a plat, as she faced Layla. Layla smiled mischievously, then reached out and fondled Caroline's left breast. She slid her hand down to Caroline's waist, then tugged Caroline towards her. They kissed.
Ron liked Layla, he thought she was great, he couldn't think of anything negative to say about her, but he kept finding himself feeling jealous of her. The girls would look at her as if they were in awe. He wanted them to look at
him
like that. He wanted
Marie
to look at him like that. He could imagine Emma comparing what Layla did to her in bed with what
he
did in bed. He thought he was probably second best.
Layla had both her hands on Caroline's behind. Their kissing seemed to move up a notch in intensity, like a car shifting up a gear. Not for the first time with bookings with Layla, Ron felt he was looking at two people who badly wanted each other. Caroline had arched her body so that her groin was pressed against Layla. They kissed passionately and deeply, to the point where they seemed to be struggling to get air into their bodies. The heat seemed to be going up, as if the temperature was actually changing around them.
They had to let go of each other when the buzzer went. Layla went to get the door. The client came in. Ron thought the man looked like he would not be able to have sex with a woman without paying for it. His name was Fran. Layla suggested that they get the boring stuff out of the way before they had some fun. He gave envelopes to Caroline and Layla. He seemed especially impressed with Caroline. Fran was happy to take a shower. While he was in the bathroom, Layla grabbed hold of Caroline again and they kissed just as intensely as they had before. Soon they were basically dry humping, stood up against each other.
Fran came out of the bathroom. Most clients would come out of the bathroom with a towel around their waist, but Fran had not felt the need for that. He was naked. His small penis was already becoming erect. Ron found himself feeling sorry for the guy; he didn't seem to have much going for him. Fran saw Caroline and Layla together as he came out. Ron could imagine the impression it might have made, seeing them like that.
They went to him. Layla kissed him, then Caroline kissed him, then the three of them seemed to all be tongue kissing each other at the same time. Layla had Fran's penis in her hand; she was masturbating him.
'Shall I get on my knees?' she asked.
'Yes please,' said Fran.
Layla began to fellate him. Ron had seen her do this countless times, and it always struck him how tightly she seemed to close her mouth around a client's penis. She started to move her head in and out, moving her mouth up and down on it. Caroline kissed Fran, but she was having to lean awkwardly over Layla from the side to do so. She went behind Fran and pressed her body against him. She pressed her groin against him and ground her breasts against his back. She reached around and caressed his chest and stomach. Fran ejaculated in Layla's mouth; she swallowed his semen.
'How was that?' she asked.
'Lovely,' said Fran, sheepishly.
Caroline got a wet wipe. She wiped his penis clean as some last drops of semen came out.
'Would it be ok if we had a play?' asked Layla, gesturing towards Caroline.
'Certainly,' said Fran.
'Would you like to see me do her with a strap-on?' asked Layla. Fran grinned. 'Yeah,' he said.
'I will be right back,' said Layla. She went out of the room. Caroline gave Fran a nice hug and kissed him very briefly. She reached around him and squeezed his buttocks. He kissed the side of her face and then kissed her on the mouth.
Layla came back in wearing the strap-on. Fran laughed; he was surprised at the size of it.
'Fucking hell,' he said.
'Fucking hell indeed,' said Caroline.
'Get on that bed, you,' said Layla to Caroline.
Caroline lay on her back on the bed. She opened her legs. Layla got on the bed on top of her. She mounted Caroline with two sharp movements: quickly positioning the dildo, then thrusting it into Caroline's vagina. Caroline gave a short, loud sigh as it went in, her eyes widening.
Layla and Caroline had sex. Layla went at her hard. At the start, Caroline's legs were open and she had the flats of her feet on the bed, but as they found their rhythm, and as she seemed to get more and more into things, she wrapped her legs around Layla, and dug her heels into Layla's rear. She moaned as Layla took her, breathing heavily, then her moans rose in pitch until she was omitting short, sharp, rhythmic cries. Layla changed her position. In an instant, she put her hands on Caroline's shoulders. She was gripping Layla's shoulders. She'd raised her torso up so that she was in a press up position with her arms extended, and she kept thrusting, kept going at Caroline. Ron could see that Caroline was looking up at Layla's eyes, but that Layla was looking away, down at the duvet to the left of Caroline's face. She looked like she was concentrating.
Layla just kept going and going. Caroline continued to emit the cries, but sometimes they would be breathless as she worked hard to buck her pelvis up against Layla's thrusts, sounding like a Morse code of dots and dashes. Caroline told Layla that she was going to come, she told Layla not to stop, to keep going just like she was. The noises that Caroline made rose even higher in pitch as she climaxed.
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Fran sodomised Caroline. He held her breasts from behind as he did. He came quickly. Layla had Caroline with the strap-on again, in doggystyle. Layla seemed to take her even more violently than before. She brought Caroline to another screaming climax, and while they had sex, Caroline had the same look on her face as he'd seen on Marie's, on Vicky's and on Emma's, when Layla had taken them with the dildo. Her eyes seemed to show a combination of shock, massive enjoyment, and a little fear.
Fran struggled to become erect afterwards. He asked if he could watch Layla and Caroline kiss; they enthusiastically assented. Ron thought it looked good when they kissed; he thought it looked incredible. He worried about Vicky and he hoped he wasn't seeing Layla get into Caroline's head the way she seemed to have done with Emma and Marie. Fran got another erection. Ron wasn't surprised that he did. Caroline brought him off with her mouth.
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After the client had gone, Caroline said she wouldn't need a lift home; she said she was meeting someone in Kensington. Ron took Layla back to her hotel in Chelsea.
'I'm glad I had a chance to have a chat with you, lovely,' said Layla.
'Really, why's that?' said Ron. He thought he knew.
'I've had Marie crying on my shoulder for three days,' said Layla.
