25. Back-Allie Dealing
Saturday Night
Allie lay in Katrina's bed, staring at the ceiling, while her friend breathed quietly into her pillow, exhausted from the day's activities. They had successfully seduced Kat's landlord and gotten her a favorable discount with the promise of making it a recurring payment, at least until the end of her current lease. Allie had been disappointed in her hope of getting some good footage; the guy was reluctant to show his face, and frankly his body wasn't likely to be much of a draw. He wasn't hideous or anything, just very average all around, and not especially gifted in terms of technique or endurance. Kat knew how to oversell her pleasure, and the guy didn't seem savvy enough to tell the difference between real moans and porn ones.
Still, both girls had been thrilled at the success of their venture in a financial sense so they decided to go clubbing to celebrate. Katrina got pretty tipsy but didn't find anyone she felt like inviting home, perhaps unsure of how Allison would react. For her part, Allie would have been happy to have a threesome or even a foursome, but had to content herself with blowing a few guys in the bathroom and swallowing their loads; she gave them a discount for letting her film their trysts. She and Kat eventually made their way back to the apartment and had a few more rounds of sex, this time privately, and Allie was quite pleased she had been able to convince her new friend to fuck her with the strap-on before returning the favor.
Unable to sleep, Allison picked up her phone and swiped through her potential matches on the dating app, finding no one very interesting or credible who would agree to fuck her on camera. She thought again about trying to pick guys up in a club, but it was one thing to get a blowjob and let the girl film your dick, since it would almost certainly remain anonymous; letting your face be seen was potentially problematic to anyone not interested in being a porn star. And when she really thought about it, Allie wasn't interested in being a porn star as much as she was interested in getting laid and getting paid. She was perfectly comfortable with camming, but even the shared livestream with Kat had felt too impersonal in some indefinable way. What Allie really wanted, she decided, was a safe and secure way to find men and women who valued good sex with a hot girl and were willing to pay accordingly. What she needed was a madam.
Sunday Morning
"So, what do you think?" asked Allie as she and Kat ate cereal and sipped juice the following morning.
Kat stared in disbelief and swallowed her food, finally asking, "You want me to go visit an escort service with you and apply to be high-class hookers?"
Allie nodded as she finished her cereal and confirmed, "Yeah, in a nutshell. I was doing some research last night and we can probably make quite a bit more for a few hours of escorting each week than a whole month of camming. Although if our streams get really popular that could obviously wind up being more lucrative in the long run. I don't plan to stop streaming, certainly, and I've been thinking about ways to get fans or subscribers to pay to fuck me, but I don't necessarily have the time or resources to give them a good vetting and make sure they're not serial killers or something. Although I guess abusive wannabe kidnappers would be more likely than murderers," Allie mused thoughtfully, while Kat just looked alarmed.
"Anyhow," concluded Allison, "This way, I can just suggest to my fans that if they want to get to know me intimately, there's a way they can do that, and let the service do the research and collect the fees and pretty much just tell me where I need to be and when. Or tell us, if you're sold on the idea!"
Kat stared into her empty bowl as she considered the suggestion. Even yesterday morning she would have found the idea disturbing and probably a little insulting, but now it had a certain appeal to it. "I obviously get a thrill from showing myself off on camera and imagining my fans beating off as they watch me," she admitted in her mind, "So letting one of them be in the room at the same time is kind of a logical extension. And besides, what Allie and I did yesterday was basically the same thing. We hooked up on camera for tips we're splitting, so it was basically like two whores paying each other."
Thinking the word 'whores' made Katrina shiver with lust. "I'm already basically a prostitute," she reasoned to herself, "I may as well make it official." Katrina looked up into Allie's smiling face; her friend seemed to have read Kat's answer in her body language or expression, because she evidenced no surprise at all when Katrina said, "I'm in; let's go be hookers."
Sunday Afternoon
"Well, I admit I'm impressed," said Ms. Blanton as she finished watching the recording of Kat and Allie's livestream. "You both seem like the kind of energetic and enthusiastic young ladies this company prides itself on hiring. And I get the impression that you're well aware of the nuances involved in this line of work," she remarked, with a twinkle in her eye.
The older woman got up from her desk and walked over to a bar along the wall and said, "I'm afraid I can't offer you anything alcoholic, and I'm going to be upfront and tell you that your ages will be a limiting factor in some ways." She returned and handed the two girls bottled ginger ales, which they accepted, before sitting down again. "We don't ordinarily hire people under 21 because many ladies that young aren't entirely savvy about the realities of being an escort, and many of our clients do actually want dinner companions or the like in addition to our other services. Being under the legal drinking age might deter such clients from contracting your companionship, and frankly, those are usually the most well-heeled customers and often generous with tips."