Marissa was working on her MCAT prep when there was a knock at the door. Jenny went to get it.
"No, please, come in, come in."
Two young women came into the apartment. One was short with blonde hair, while the other was taller with silky black hair. Both were dressed in long skirts and wore name badges. They were Mormon missionaries, nineteen years old: the blonde was Sister Cindy, and the brunette was Sister Rebecca.
Jenny winked at Marissa as she led them into the living room.
"Yes, I've been interested in religious studies. This is Marissa, my roomie. We'd both love to learn more about Mormonism. Right, Mar?"
Marissa wanted to say no, but Jenny gave her a look, a wicked one, one she knew well. She had to admit she was bored with her studies. But if the missionaries got too pushy she was going to ask them to get lost.
"We've had doors slammed on us all day," Rebecca said. Her satchel strap cut between her ample breasts. "Thanks for letting us tell you about the Word."
"Yes, thank you," Cindy said, seeming a bit more shy with a ribbon in her blonde hair.
"Come sit and have a drink. You can drink water, right?" Jenny said with a wink.
The girls laughed. They sat together on the couch. As they drank glasses of water, they went into their spiel for a while. Jenny sat in a chair before the missionaries and listened, blinking with interest, while Marissa tried not to seem too bored. She sat at the table with her books, tapping her pen. She wondered where this was all going. She probably should get back to work.
"That's all very interesting," Jenny said. "Hey, why not have a little hard lemonade? I was about to have one. You, too, Mar?"
Rebecca looked at her mission partner. "We shouldn't."
"Oh, come on! They're refreshing. Just have a few sips."
Jenny brought over two opened bottles of Hard Mikes. The missionaries accepted them, sipping shyly.
"Not too bad, huh? Have another if you like! We have plenty."
"We do?" Marissa said.
"Yes. We do."
Marissa rolled her eyes at her roommate's meaningful look. She glanced at her MCAT book. Maybe it was time to tell the Mormons to beat it... The joke wasn't that funny anyway. The girls sat drinking for a while, chatting about various things. Finally, Jenny spoke up in her commanding, yet seductively sweet voice:
"So don't missionaries have to do chores or services for the people they see?"
"Yes, that's true," Rebecca said. Her bottle was nearly empty.
"Well, I could ask you to clean up around here. But that would be boring. I don't want to be mean and make you clean the toilet."
"No, it's okay," Cindy said, seeming eager to put away her full bottle. "That's what we're here for."
"I have a better idea. Why don't you two kiss?"
"What?" the missionaries said in unison.
"Yeah. I mean, you want to do something for me, right? I think I'd like you to perform a service like that. Come on. Just kiss once on the lips."
"Jen," Marissa said.
"Hush," Jenny said.
Marissa knew the tone well, the one that gave orders and took no crap from anyone--least of all her roomie. She went quiet, and felt twinges of excitement as to where this was going.
"We can't do that," Cindy said.
"Why not?"
"Because it's... sinful."
"Ha, ha, of course. But don't you need to please your husbands some day? That's not a sin, is it? You need to be ready. Come on."
The missionary girls were quiet.
"Well?"
Rebecca turned her head to Cindy, and suddenly leaned forward. She pecked at Cindy's astonished lips.
"Becky!"
"There," Rebecca said. She looked at Jenny, smiling faintly. "We did it."
Jenny stared, her dark intelligent eyes focused. "Nice," she said. "But why not try a bit more. Come on, Cindy, don't look so scared. Didn't Becky's lips feel nice?"
Before Cindy could respond, her clearly tipsy partner kissed her again. Cindy resisted, but then as the kiss prolonged itself, she started to relax. Her hand pushed feebly at Rebecca, and then rested on her partner's shoulder. They smacked lips several times, at last Rebecca sliding out her tongue--it entered Cindy's wet mouth. She groaned, jerked slightly, but she allowed the tongue to be in her mouth. Her own tongue came out, and they French kissed in earnest.
"Beautiful," Jenny said. "Better than cleaning the shitter, huh?"
She grinned over at Marissa, who could only watch, transfixed. Her hand drifted to her bare thigh, inching toward her crotch. She wore gym shorts.
"Isn't this a good way to relax and relieve stress?"
Cindy finally pushed herself away, and reached for her Book of Mormon.
"We should go. This is wrong."
Just then there came a jingle of keys and the door opened. It was Connie, their third roommate, back home from her job at TikTok. She was a petite Asian, gorgeous, with a beautiful eyes and pert breasts.
"Ah, here she is!" Jenny said, turning. She laughed. "The perfect addition, I think!"
Connie stepped into the living room. "What's going on?" she said, darting a glance at the two girls on the couch. She set down her things on the table.
"We were just teaching our Mormon friends here the ways of the secular world. Right, sisters?"
The girls blushed.
"This is Connie," Jenny said to the missionary girls. She turned to Connie. "And these are our new friends, Connie. They were just starting to have fun for the first time in their lives. And it would be a shame to leave them hanging like this, once they were starting to take off."
"Oh," Connie said. "I... I don't know. I have to get some stuff done..."
Jenny stood and pulled Connie aside, talking to her in a low voice, reminding her of her rent debts and other debts. They had an arrangement, remember? Connie was shocked, but finally she nodded submissively. It was what she had agreed to. Though she had thought it was just for Jenny and Marissa. Now apparently it included others. She really needed the help with her rent, though.
Jenny took Connie by the hand. "Now, show them what you can do," she said. "Why don't you sit between them. There you go."
Connie wedged herself between the missionary girls with an apologetic smile, blushing.
