A Sally and Tom Christmas Special.
Sally was a bit pissed off, and really tired, but she was looking forward to Christmas. Life at The Splendor had been tough these last few weeks. Sven had found a new girl and she was taking clients from the other girls, left, right and centre.
Bubblegum, that was her whore name, was a chubby faced nineteen year old with the largest, most pneumatic, breasts Sally had ever seen, and the plumpest set of cunt lips as well. She chewed gum all the time, had a silly high-pitched voice, and was so loud during sex that everyone in the brothel, probably everyone in the street, could hear her at work. Her vocal enthusiasm caught the attention of punters while they were waiting in the lounge and when they saw her chest they were completely hooked.
So Sally had made less money recently, and - more importantly - had been getting less sex. She was hoping that over the Christmas period she would meet up with a few men who could remedy that. Her cunt was beginning to juice up just looking at men in the street, which was always a sign she wasn't getting enough. She was worried that she might drag a stranger into the bushes in her desperation for a fat cock.
After an early dinner it was traditional for Sally and Tom to spend Christmas Eve in the Black Bull pub. Sally had learned to look into the corners of the lounge and snug when she was feeling generous with her favours. Tom had pointed out, as he did tonight, that lonely people often hogged the corners. It was as if they didn't want to occupy the bright spaces, the centre tables. That these locations were too exposed, and would reveal that they had no friends.
This evening she noticed Michael, the guy who owned the village garage. She'd fucked him many months ago during her brief - one day only - career as a whore working from home. It had been an interesting day, but had attracted too much attention. An example of success causing its own problems. Since then he'd somehow discovered that she worked at The Splendor and had, ever since, arrived twice a week becoming one of her 'regulars'.
Michael was sitting this evening with a woman about the same age as him but it didn't look like a date. They both sat quietly drinking their cocktails, no conversation, just sitting quietly watching other groups laughing and enjoying the Christmas spirit. The only Christmas spirit they seemed to be enjoying was in their drinks.
Sally and Tom had chatted with a few groups, joked with others, and had a heart-to-heart with Diana. She was experiencing 'supply' issues for their latest movie "Sinbad and the Goddess Kali 2: This time it's personal." That is, she was struggling to find enough Black and Asian actors with big cocks to man Sinbad's boat, and gang fuck the heroine. Sally and Tom were supportive, but otherwise couldn't help. Tom simply didn't look like one of Sinbad's sailors, unless the port he sailed from was Hull.
The evening was in full flow but Sally kept looking into the corner at Michael and his companion. Finally she leaned over to whisper in Tom's ear, "They look sad, and rather lonely."
"Aye, that's true," he whispered back. "Are you going to suggest what I think you're going to suggest?"
"We could sit with them," said Sally.
"You're wanting to do a lot more than just sit with 'em, lass, I can tell. You've got that expression on your face that says you want your cunt filled."
"Tom," she whispered back. "Am I so obvious?"
"Yep, but let's do it. Give 'em a Christmas present, if they'll have it."
They wandered over to the corner, grabbed a couple of free chairs, and approached.
"May we join you?" asked Sally, brightly.
Michael and his companion looked shocked. Particularly Michael who recognized Sally, even with her clothes on. Tom could see the fear in his eyes. Was this woman going to mention that he came to their house and bought sex from her a few months back? Or that, as Tom well knew, he was now a twice-weekly regular at the Splendor, but only if he could have Sally.
"Tom," said Tom, grinning as he introduced themselves. "And Sally. I know Michael, we get our fuel from his pumps, but I haven't had the pleasure."
"Emily," said Michael's companion. "I'm his sister."
Emily looked as if nobody had ever had the pleasure. She was maybe fifty and dressed like she had been 'grown up' from about the age of ten. Her expression was that of a women for whom the world had passed by, reserving all its delights for less responsible girls.
She's got a fair body on her, thought Tom, and I bet she's got a nice smile, but you'd have to get through all the armour.
He set out, like a questing knight, to do just that. More drinks, and lots of personal attention, while Sally kept Michael enthralled with whispered tales from her Caribbean holiday. Chinks began to appear in Emily's armour. She smiled, then she laughed, then she blushed. It was time for the next step.
"We've got to go now," said Tom, watching their faces fall in disappointment. "But, we'd love for you to come home with us. Get to know us better. And it's a bit noisy here."
Michael and Emily quickly agreed that the Black Bull was quite noisy, and that it would be pleasant to escape as a foursome. Tom helped Emily into her coat, taking the opportunity to get close. Michael was helping Sally on with hers and, as he did so, he also leant close and whispered, "How much?"
"Nothing," Sally replied. "I'm not whoring now. It's a Christmas present for you, and your sister."
He looked so delighted that she linked arms with him rather than Tom, and led the way. Sally was quite impressed with Michael. He had been very overweight when she first had sex with him. She'd had to learn to work around a vast belly. But the effect that encounter had had on his self esteem had been dramatic. A radical diet, that he had stuck too through thick and thin, had reduced his bulk considerably. And he had started to exercise a lot more, and not just twice a week in one of the rooms at The Splendor. The fat had fallen away and now he was only slightly more rotund than Tom. And there was a second benefit. The reduction in fat around his crotch had revealed that his cock was actually a reasonable length. The folds of fat around its base had been reducing its effective length. Now it was closer to Tom's length, a situation of which Sally thoroughly approved.
Tom and Emily followed a few steps behind, deep in conversation. By the time they had got home through a light dusting of snow he had established she was the elder sibling, that she'd never married, and that she had supported Michael all her life. She'd given him emotional support, especially when his wife - described as 'that bitch Martha' - deserted him, and helped financially when the garage got into difficulty a couple of years ago. She visited at every significant calendar date. To Tom it felt as if she'd sacrificed her life to facilitate his. There was probably only one reason for this, love.
