Prep Work

Las Vegas.

A place all too familiar yet oh so distant to me. It was an unfamiliar setting for someone like me, once I was put under the bright sun. However, at night, that's when the real fun begins.

With music all around the corner, the streets bustling with activities, the enticing and pleasant aroma of street foods and restaurants, with street performers laying their tricks out in the open for all wandering eyes to see, as well as the distant beats of nightclubs and casinos, the Neon sights, the LED screens illuminating the cityscape... Now THAT... was familiar to me.

I was born there, named there... Vickie. I was raised there even, and yet, I could only find freedom and familiarity at night.

Tonight was no different for me.

Tonight, I was getting a ride from my friends of the same 'profession' as me. Me and my best friends were close, VERY close.

Just how close were we?

Well--

"F*ck!"

I screamed as I laid my head on the chair in the backseat of the car. The radio was playing one of my favorite music genres -- Funk.

"M'yeah, you like that?"

But even that couldn't beat the enjoyment I was getting right now, with hot breaths escaping my throat in quick successions, with my caramel hair spread around my forehead, shoulders, and neck, in a disorderly fashion, as I looked down at the moving silhouette caught between my opened thighs.

The smell of leather fabric and plastic I got from the car couldn't overpower the strong perfume and heat around my body and that Sl*t! Between! My! Legs!!!

"God, yes!", I let out with a throaty yelp, unable to control my impulses.

My best friend number Uno, Stephanie, who was taking over the wheels, couldn't help but take a look at the situation from the front, only to find my best friend number Two, Sophie, moving her head back and forth, in between a hottie's open legs, which was me, of course!

Stephanie let out a sigh and Sophie turned her head to the side and took a small bite of my inner thigh.

I frowned, then smiled as I looked at my bestie who went right back into inserting that wet, hot, and oh-so-sl*tty tongue of hers, where it truly belonged!

I bit my lower lip.

I could feel it, almost taste it myself, even. Those plump lips, pressed against the skin of my vag*na, spreading it wide open as she played with those lips, her slimy, slithering, and salacious tongue slowly sliding around my entrance before pushing itself inside my mushy cave.

I knew the reason this was happening, why I was getting lapped at and nibbled on.

I knew why this sl*t of a friend was tugging at my G-spot with the tip of her lascivious tongue, while the rest of it was twirling around my fleshy walls nonstop as if to clean me spotless...

"Are you there yet?", asked Sophie, my torturer and servicer, with a muffled voice.

"Yeah, almost...There!"

I let out a feeble yet strident yelp before I spasmed in full rapture, the moment my friend, hidden inside my dark leather skirt and stuck between my legs, spoke to me. The sound of her voice reached my lower inner place, with a slight vibration trailing it. Coupled with the unceasing attacks of her tongue, I couldn't help but climax on the spot.

I inhaled heavily and closed my eyes, enjoying my bestie closing her lips around my vagina while sucking out and drinking the leaking honey juices leaving wet slurping sounds resound inside the car.

As I was catching my breath, the quiet hum of the engine and the Lofi song, now playing in my ears told me that three minutes had already passed.

One more minute later, I turned around with my legs half parted, soft, and still recovering from the euphoria. I then fixed my posture, and closed my wet hot thighs, while Sophie licked her lips before reaching to me with her mouth parted. I got the hint and reached out to her as well, and soon, we were French kissing and making out with each other. Tongues intertwining and all the good stuff.

"Guys, don't go too hard. Vickie still needs her energy for tonight's customer."

As friend number Uno, Stephanie, reminded us, me and Sophie had to part ways.

"That was amazing~", I said to her while taking a quick glance at the outside view from the window.

"I know. But this much was all to keep you nice, wet, and ready for the job. If we were free, you wouldn't even be able to walk straight once I was done with your sl*tty cave.", she said, with mirth all over her doe eyes.

I let out a dry laugh at the comment.

"You sl*t!"

"Says the one on the job."

"Ouch."

"Yeah, be grateful."

Once we were done bickering with each other, flashes of memories came to my mind.

I knew that she was right. I was a sex worker, doing jobs for a hidden organization in Las Vegas. Along with my friends, I would do odd jobs for customers of the organization for a pretty good sum.

How it all started. How I got to where I am now would be a long story.

However, the shorter version of it would be, orphan, adoption, accident, college debt, vile side hustles, and recruitment.

As I didn't want to drown too much in my past, I closed my eyes and pictured dildos in my mind. The strength that I barely recovered in my legs almost faltered from that.

I still had a job to do after all, and though my friend did come up with a technique to keep me in shape and clean, I preferred not to slack off until I was through with my customers.

Then, it would be time...

I opened my eyes and glimpsed at Sophie. She had her face with stained with my sweet liquid, and was smiling while scrolling through her phone. The other one, Stephanie, was focused on the roads. She would occasionally be taking quick glimpses at the back, making sure everyone was okay.

I smiled.

After tonight, I would have to say goodbye to these two birds of a feather who have been with me for almost two years now.

I was a few bucks away from clearing my debts and getting a decent job from my degree.

As I thought of this, I felt a pang of sadness spread throughout my core.

My throat formed a little lump.

'That's not good.'

'Dildos, think about dildos!'

Once more, I let my eyes close and the night lights flashed by the widows.

I was close.

But what I didn't know, was how close to death I would be the very moment I would step out of that car.