The Bigger Bang
"Thanks for meeting me here." I looked around the room of the restaurant of the Aventeen Hotel for our waiter. I wasn't sure Quinn would want a glass of wine, but was sure I needed one. Wednesday afternoon. I knew that would be a busy working day for her.
"No, it is nice to have a break between clients," she said waving to the restaurant manager. He nodded in acknowledgement. A minute later, two glasses of Sauvignon blanc were delivered to our table without asking.
After taking a sip, Quinn said, "Don't worry about rushing, I set my own schedule."
"You don't have someone waiting?"
"Sure, but they'll wait. If they get too horny, they can find someone else, that's fine. I'm never hurting for business."
"You do all your activities here?"
"Most. I never work from my condo. Besides, this place is sheltered."
The waiter returned to take our order. I felt a little uneasy about what I was about to suggest and waited for the appetizers to arrive. I wondered what the word "sheltered" meant, but I was more interested in talking to her about my latest idea and didn't want to be sidetracked.
She took another sip of the wine. "You seem quiet."
"I hope you won't think this is a totally stupid idea. I want to give Dave a special treat."
"I take it; I'm involved. I'm sure I won't think it's foolish."
Quinn was as always, perceptive. I was sure she'd already figured out the first part of my plan. Still, I might be able to surprise her.
"Would you be willing to do a threesome? I'd pay your going rate, of course." I had some money saved up from Dave and some of my other minor adventures; this seemed a great way to use it.
"Ah, MΓ©nage Γ trois. Every man's fantasy. So few are able to reap the full benefit, but they all want to try." She had a wry smile across her face. "Sure, I've performed a lot of those. I'd love to share a client with you."
"There's more to it. You wouldn't happen to have a long blonde wig, would you?"
I went on to explain that with her petit stature, if done up correctly, she'd be a perfect partner for Penny."
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Two days later, she arrived at my motel room at 8 PM. I styled the wig to drape past her shoulders with bangs over the eyes and applied the lipstick and makeup in a fairly conservative manner, without being too austere. I had her dress in a coquettish black garter belt with opaque stockings, but wear a pair of extreme chunky heels, that brought her eye level only an inch below mine. The final touch, of course, was the pair of black thick rimmed glasses.
As we looked at ourselves in the mirror, Quinn was the one that exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, we really do look just like those two girls from that television show. I'm Bernadette."
Not completely identical. Quinn's nose is smaller and my face isn't as round, but we made a convincing pair of replicas.
She looked around the room and in a voice two octaves higher said, "You know, this place is a dump. You deserve better next time."
She even sounded convincing. I nearly doubled over from laughing so hard.
"So, when Dave gets here, is he going to knock on the door and say 'Penny' and knock again and say 'Penny' until you answer?" Her impression had become almost eerie in it accuracy.
"No, I hadn't thought of that. Good idea, if there is a next time." I wasn't quite sure why I thought there might be a next time. Quinn seemed to like that I'd said it though. She winked at me through the glasses. I fought back the urge to tell he how sexy I thought she looked.
"Your creativity is impressive. You have a natural talent for this."
It seemed extraordinarily true. I'd been having more fun coming up with these sexual romps than anything I've ever done in the past. I'd barely managed a semester of college. I'd worked odd jobs, mostly as a waitress and my attempts to become a radio announcer had gone nowhere. This seemed to be something I was essentially good at, and I could actually make money doing it. I quickly fought to push those thoughts out of my mind.
"These don't make me look fat, do they?" I was wearing a pair of skin tight yoga pants, pink flip flops and a matching crop top. I turned to let her have a good look. I appreciated that Quinn always said what she actually thought.
"Are you fucking kidding? You look hotter than hell in those. I'd kill to have your curves and that ass." She playfully, ran her hand over my rear end. "I just want to spank you sometimes, with all that 'I'm so fat' talk." Her voice raised another octave.
I wasn't sure if she was simply channeling her character or was serious. Our body types were very different. Quinn was very slender, without an ounce of body fat. Everything she wore seemed tailor made. I'd been envious since I first saw her naked and being fucked.
"Well, maybe you should." I positioned myself playfully on the edge of the bed, with my posterior positioned toward her. I awaited a sharp slap of her hand.
Instead, we heard a tapping at the door. Our client had arrived. My body image discipline would have to wait. We stood side by side and open the door, with big bright smiles.
If only I'd had a camera. The look on Dave's face was priceless as he took in the two of us and instantly recognized what he'd lucked into. I hadn't mentioned the possibility of another woman joining us tonight, much less walking into a fantasy, I imagine; millions of men have had for several years.
"You never told me how hot your client was, Penny. Keeping him all to yourself?" The voice was a rock-solid imitation. Dave's jaw almost dropped open, and I could see his erection mounting in his chinos.
Quinn wasn't shy at all. She immediately grabbed Dave and planted a passionate kiss. He briefly glanced at me as if asking my approval. I grinned and nodded. I could tell his mouth opened and her tongue brazenly snaked its way inside. Her hand moved down to explore the erection that was soon to be plowed into her tight twat.