Some sisters are closer than others. I happen to like mine very much. Melody is a real estate agent. A good one, who deals mostly in high-end luxury homes and estates, but will sometimes sell smaller homes. She makes a ton of money from the sale of multi-million dollar properties. That's not why I like her, however.
For a couple years now, I've acted as an 'assistant' to her on certain transactions. These are the ones that Melody can't afford to lose and the clients are...shall we say, demanding.
It all started as kind of a joke when I asked Melody during a particularly trying sale if she had considered just sleeping with the buyer. She had not, but it stuck in her mind for some reason and she would often bring it up as an alternative. I jokingly would offer to substitute for her if the guy was good looking enough.
I'm single. I'm a photographer, so I'm not rich. But I am fairly attractive, often called 'cute' by my friends. Apparently, that's good enough for Melody.
One night when she had asked to meet me for dinner, she said, "Traci, I have a HUGE favor to ask."
I'd heard this before and it was usually something I could do quite easily.
"What is it, Mel?"
"Well, you know we've kidded about sleeping with a client," she said, stabbing at her food with a fork but not eating. "Maybe the time has come, Traci. You know I've told you about the Lincoln property that I have listed. The three million dollar one. Well, I might have a couple interested in it finally and I'd really, really like to be able to close this deal."
"So, you're going to offer yourself to the guy?"
"Not exactly," she said, peeking up at me when she said it. "I thought...maybe, you know...that maybe you could...kind of...like...be the one."
A long pause was broken by my exclamation, "Melody!"
"Shhhh. Listen to me," she said, leaning forward.
I certainly wanted to hear more and then put an end to it.
"I'd give you ten percent of my commission, Traci," she said. "All you'd have to do is meet with the man and his wife and make sure they were happy."
I was busy doing math in my head. Ten percent of Mel's commission on a three-million-dollar deal was a substantial payment to me. Like, a year's income.
"Define 'happy,'" I said.
"Whatever they want."
"As in sex?" I asked.
"If that's what they want."
"They? Both of them?"
Melody shrugged. "You'll be meeting with both of them. I don't know what they'll want. You should be prepared for anything."
I said, "So, did you tell them, 'I'm sending my whore sister over. Do as you please?'"
"I said, 'I have an assistant who would be more than happy to meet with you privately and answer any questions you might have about the property.'"
I already had an image of this in my mind.
"What does he look like?"
Melody's face brightened and she said, "Traci, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. His name's Tony. He's in his fifties. Really good looking. And his wife is a trophy. She's maybe forty. Real cute."
"And where does this take place?" I asked.
"Their current home in Lakeside."
"Ten percent?"
"Yes," she said.
"Make it fifteen."
"Jesus, Traci," Melody moaned. Then, after a long delay, she said, "OK. Fifteen."
She gave me some details of the property for sale and promised to send me the brochure later. She didn't think Tony would be asking me for details. That was kind of what I was afraid of. But the commitment had been made and I was anxious to see it through for the money, if nothing else.
I asked her what I should wear.
"You know that black dress you have? The one with the thin straps and plunging neckline? That one."
Of course, the one that only went half way down my thighs and clung a little too much to my butt, I thought. Nothing said 'Buy this house' like cleavage and the outline of my ass.
Melody completed the arrangements the next day and the day after that I had an appointment at Tony's house at nine o'clock at night. God, I was nervous. I must have checked myself in the mirror a dozen times before leaving. My lack of a bra was a bit too obvious in my opinion, but the dress was never meant to be worn over a bra. I swiped my hands across my ass without effect. It was going to show no matter what I did.
Reluctantly, I began the fifteen minute drive to the lavish neighborhood of Lakeside. 'Why would anybody want to leave this place?' I thought to myself as my phone app directed me to the mansion. I pulled into the long driveway, took a deep breath, and walked to the front door.
It opened soon after I pushed the button for the chime. A tall, handsome, obviously Italian man smiled broadly and welcomed me in by name. He accompanied me down a hall, around a corner, and into a fabulous great room. An elegant woman in a dress that made mine look like a K-Mart special, strode towards me.
"Traci, this is my lovely wife Angela," Tony said.
She was all of that. I kept thinking of the term exotic as I looked at her. Dark eyebrows perfectly drawn; dark eyes; high cheekbones; and, a body to die for in a stylish dress.
"Hello. I'm very glad to meet you," I said.
"Welcome. It was so nice of Melody to arrange this," Angela replied. "Please come sit down."
I was still admiring the artwork and accessories in the room when Tony brought each of us a glass of what I'm sure was very expensive wine. My hosts sat on a couch and I was in a chair opposite them, trying to keep the hem of my dress from ending up at my waist. We chatted about my photography and Tony's software design company. I'm pretty sure Angela didn't work. I didn't ask.
It didn't take long, however, for her to do the job she was tasked with on that evening. She rose from the couch and walked over to me, extending her hands in an invitation...or an order...for me to stand. I did and she kept my hands in hers.
"We're extremely interested in Melody's property," Angela said in a flawless voice. "Tony and I suggested to her that one additional perk would most likely assure our purchase. She immediately mentioned you and we agreed. I hope you'll understand the importance of this get-together tonight."
So, I was a 'perk.' My problem with the term went away as soon as I remembered the fifteen percent.
"I understand," I said quietly.
Angela ran a finger up the inside of my dress, along the inside edge of one of my tits. She traced it around the top until meeting the dress, and then back down, very slightly pushing the dress aside as she went. She never exposed my nipple.
"Excellent," she said. "Tony and I would like your participation in a little activity we have long talked about."
Angela traced the other tit. My nipples began to poke against the fabric of the dress. She leaned forward and I knew immediately she was going to kiss me. Damn, she was beautiful and I let her luscious lips fall lightly upon mine.
I'd never kissed a woman before that wasn't a relative and this was the first kiss on the lips. It was nice. Angela opened her mouth and our tongues met rather naturally. She put a hand on my hair and pulled me closer. I was almost disappointed when she began to kiss my neck and shoulder. Then I saw her draw the dress strap to the side and continue kissing.
A shudder went through my body. The strap fell down my arm and Angela kissed lower, onto my chest along the material of the dress. She was at the top of my tit on that side.
Something made me glance over at Tony and I saw him rubbing his crotch. Jesus, what was I getting into? Whatever it was, there was no getting out.
Angela's lips were on my tit. She licked me. She pushed the dress aside and I watched as my erect nipple came into view. Angela moved down and ran her tongue across it. My entire body quivered as she put it between her lips and sucked on it. The whole of my tit was now exposed and Angela was sucking on it more intensely.
Tony had unzipped his pants. I saw him pull out a very long and hard cock. With Angela working over my tit, he began to stroke his erection.
Angela pulled down the other strap and let the dress lay open down to my waist. She sucked both tits in succession and my nipples felt like they were going to explode. More distressing than that was the fact I felt it clear down to my pussy. This woman knew what she was doing and I'm pretty sure her husband had seen it all before.
By the time Angela's hand moved behind me to my ass, nothing was surprising me. I felt her grip my cheek through the dress. Then the hand moved down, found the bottom of the dress, and slid up the back of my thigh until resting again on my panties and ass.
We kiss...passionately...as my lust for her was growing by the minute. I dared not touch her until I knew she wanted me to. I let her lead and her next step was to pull down my dress and let it fall to the floor. I'm proud of my body, but I don't let total strangers stare at it every day. I had a strange sense of vanity in letting these two people do just that.
Angela ran her hands over my chest, down my abdomen, and onto my pussy. She pressed harder against my panties and rubbed me. I think I either gasped or just took in a sudden breath at the first feel of her fingers on my clit. Her hand slid inside the panties and I was wet. Angela slid two fingers inside me and I bit my lip. She moved up to my clit and I definitely moaned out loud.
She took off my panties and I was naked in the middle of the room. Tony was still stroking his rock hard cock.
"Go to him," she said softly. "Take off his clothes."
God, I felt vulnerable. Tony stared at me as if he was already fucking me in his head. I was sure I felt Angela's eyes on my ass when I strode towards Tony. I moved between his legs and bent over to remove his shirt. He offered no help. When I got it off I saw a nicely firm chest with a light covering of dark hair. I went to take off his pants, with his cock still sticking up like a pole out of the fly. I managed to do it and Tony was naked on the couch in front of me.
