With Stephanie on my corner we were making a little more money each. We could charge for doubles, and sometimes the guy would take us to a motel.
Dave was working us hard, and Friday morning told us he had booked us a special event, a gangbang at a frat, and if we worked it, we could have the weekend off and he'd even send us for a day trip to a spa.
Neither of us wanted to, but Stephanie was hooked already, and she had seen Dave's wrath Wednesday night. He had slapped and choked her when told him she had taken two guys and didn't double the price.
"Ok, so I'm gonna drop you two off, and you're going to do as you're told. If you ask to smoke, they've been told to let you. Ok?"
"Yes, daddy" we said in unison.
We were each in our whore outfits, but he didn't have us wear the crotchless fishnet body stockings, he didn't want to replace them. When we arrived at the frat house, he told us to ask for Bryson. We walked up the walkway, and knocked on the door and a sweaty horny looking twenty year old guy answered the door.
"We're here to see Bryson," I said with my flirtiest tone.
"Bryson! We got whores in the house!" There was a loud cheer, and a moment later Bryson appeared. He was handsome, under other circumstances I would have been into him, but I didn't find men who were going to treat me like meat, attractive.
He lead us in to a bathroom, where four other girls were waiting. They were a bit older than Stephanie and me, maybe mid-twenties, and very hot. They were each in bras and panties.
"Ok, if you're wearing panties, you're off limits to fuck, but you can still be groped, and if you want to fuck or suck a guy, you are welcome. Bra's off bitches."
The four girls unclasped their bras and slid them off.
"Go out, start getting our guys drinks and snacks. I'm going to prep the entertainment." The girls left and he looked at Stephanie and me.
"I was told we had no holes barred, and could do basically anything we wanted to you. So we're going to start off with an hour long lesbian show, then the gangbang begins. Ok?"
We both gulped but nodded.
"Can we get high before we start?" Stephanie asked, it took the edge off, but I was still trying to stay clean.
"Actually, I want you both to take molly..." He pulled out a couple of pills, and handed them to us.
"No thank you," I said softly.
"Take it," he commanded.
I swallowed the pill, and so did Stephanie. We took off our clothes, and handed them over, and followed Bryson out to the living room, where the coffee table and couch had been made into an impromptu stage.
"Alright boys, the sluts with panties, are gropable waitresses, but keep your cocks out of them. These two are going to warm up with a lesbian show, and then will be available to fulfill our every need."