Chapter 7, In which Jenny and I come to an understanding
It was mid-afternoon and instead of walking into a meeting downtown, I was gazing out the car window at suburbia. My friend Jenny was driving, since she was familiar with the area.
I turned back to study Jenny with mixed feelings. She was an attractive girl, only a year younger than I -- I'd seen her license -- and quite vivacious once I'd gotten past her shell. Twenty-four hours ago, she'd been a waitress working the respectable side of the Bad Hoss, the restaurant and strip club where we'd met. Since then, I'd introduced Jenny to a lot of things good girls didn't do.
Jenny noticed me looking and flashed the same happy smile she'd worn when she posed nude for her application photo an hour ago, about the same time I'd learned she'd been a member of her school's Purity Club years ago. Starting that night, she'd be the Bad Hoss's newest dancer. It still seemed like a big change; I wished I was taking it as well as she was.
"Loosen up, Linnea," she encouraged me. "Estelle still works at the salon, and Hattie says she has a real good reputation. Apparently people come from all over to see her -- maybe not as far as you," she added with a laugh.
"It's not that," I assured her, mostly truthfully. My life had gotten awfully complicated since I'd met my girlfriend, Stacey. She practiced magic, which sounded preposterous, except I couldn't argue with the results. I'd never been attracted to girls before I'd met her, but she'd turned me onto cunnilingus in a big way. There was nothing that turned me on as much as licking Stacey, except maybe watching her cum on my busy tongue.
Or getting sodomized by Michael. He was my other roommate, the gay boyfriend of my dead brother, and Stacey's sponsor at some "Mind Controllers Anonymous" group. I'd been helping him grieve for the loss of my brother, but it had turned into something more than that.
In retrospect, it was clear both of them had done something to me -- besides the sex -- but I didn't care about that, it felt so good being with them. There had been some tension because Stacey didn't like to share me, but I'd been working on it. I shuddered to think what would happen if she learned the truth about this trip.
What she knew already was bad enough. I'd tried to use some of her magic on one of my big clients so I could make a sale and improve our living situation with a hefty bonus. Somehow I'd screwed up and gotten things backwards. After a long evening with my Neanderthal sexist pig clients, I was exactly the sort of cock-craving slut they imagined all attractive women to be.
I didn't regret that, either. I could remember when my attitudes had been different, but it felt like some other person -- not me. I knew Stacey wouldn't like it, but at least I'd closed the sale. Anyway, it was just sex, and not love like I felt for her. I was left with just two problems.
The first problem was that Stacey had flat-out told me to refrain from sex until I got home and she could help "fix" me. Assuming I needed fixing; I didn't really think anything was wrong with me. It was a hard thing to do, and in fairness to Stacey, she realized it. That was why she'd told me to get my pussy pierced, as a reminder.
My second problem was sitting beside me. I really, really liked Jenny; we both had the same cravings for cock and pussy and were totally compatible with each other. It was like we'd been best friends for years, and I knew Stacey would blow a gasket if she found out, because my feelings for Jenny weren't just about the sex. I loved Stacey, but I feared I was cheating on her emotionally with Jenny.
Jenny didn't know about Stacey, either. How could I share so much with her, and not tell her I loved somebody else more? I couldn't. I also worried her live-in boyfriend, Dan, might not be so understanding about her new lifestyle. He'd seemed accommodating enough in the hotel room last night, but would he be happy to learn he wasn't sharing her with just me? Men could be so funny, sometimes.
A tiny corner of my mind wanted to urge Jenny to be faithful and considerate of his feelings, but it was swamped by the rest of me, which wanted to jump right in and get fucked every which way, too.
"Cheer up!" Jenny repeated. "You haven't done anything wrong! I wasn't really happy with that waitressing job anyway, and you helped me square everything with Darryl so it's better than before." She gave me a quick look before returning her attention to the road. "And whoever you're frettin' about will understand; I just know it."
I straightened in my seat. "What?"
She laughed gently. "You look like a dog waitin' to be kicked. You think you're cheatin' on somebody, don't you? Let me guess: you've got a woman back home."
It was a little uncanny how well she'd read me. I'm sure I flushed a little. "Smart girl. Why don't you explain things to me? I'm feeling a little stuck, myself."
Jenny laughed delightedly. "I knew it! See, I knew you weren't getting this ring for yourself, not when you're still wearing clip-ons. It had to be for somebody else, and it surely isn't me. I guessed a girl, 'cause a guy would have asked for a boob job instead, and you know your way around a pussy too well."
"You think my tits are too small?" I asked, looking down at the skin exposed by my blouse where the buttons were missing.
"Lord, no," she answered. "I wouldn't change a thing about you, Linnea, except your hang-ups."
"Thanks, I think," I replied weakly.
We turned into the parking lot fronting a nondescript strip mall. Jenny navigated the lot and pulled into a spot near a beauty salon before replying.
"Look, you're from -- wherever -- and I live here. We both knew this wouldn't be more than a short fling. I know the love you feel for me, Linnea; I've felt in the way you've touched me and the way you look at me. I saw the way you went out of your way to help a girl you hadn't even laid eyes on before yesterday."
The look she gave me went straight to my heart before turning south for moister climes. She was so close to having it right, but hadn't accounted for the need to try and put things right where I'd made a mess.
"I just know that anybody with so much heart has plenty left for those she loves -- the same as I know anybody you could love will understand your needs and know that sharing with others don't mean there's less of you for her. Just like Dan and me!"
I could feel tears in the corners of my eyes, and my throat was tight. "You're a gem, Jenny," I choked out, and leaned over to hug her tightly. Her misplaced trust and optimism touched me to the quick, but I needed a friend just then.
Jenny sought out my lips and kissed me, and it might have gone further but for the seatbelts still restraining us. "We'd better go in," she said huskily, "or you're never gonna get your ring."
Regretfully, I decided she was right, and we headed into the salon.
It was a typical establishment, the kind I'd been in many times before, but I looked around with a new appreciation. Not unexpectedly, it appeared to be inhabited solely by women, nearly all of them fairly fashion-conscious. The staff were mostly on the younger side, and the clientele were a mix of coeds out of school for the summer and trophy wives who had no job to interfere with their free time.
My mouth watered at the sight of all those attractive bodies so artfully displayed, and I heard Jenny's soft sigh beside me. I belatedly understood what Stacey had meant when she'd told me about the pull of a hair salon the day we'd met.
"Welcome to Trendz! Can I help you?" asked the receptionist when we approached the front desk.
"Yes," I smoothly answered. "I'm Linnea Richwell, here to see Estelle. We called earlier."
She found my name on the appointment list and lined it out. "I'll let Estelle know you're here, Linnea. Can I get either of you anything to drink? Sparkling water or an iced coffee?" I shook my head.
It turned out Estelle was the oldest woman in the place, with a weathered face and greying hair that made her look old enough to be my mother -- not the most comforting thought. Luckily, she acted younger than she looked, giving the pair of us a friendly smile and escorting us back to a private room at the rear of the salon.
Finally, when we were alone, she got right to business. "Now, Linnea, I understand you're interested in a genital piercing?" Estelle made it sound like she did them all the time, which for all I knew, she did.
I nodded nervously. It wasn't that I was shy about exposing myself, but rather that the thought of somebody poking holes in me -- especially in sensitive areas -- scared me.
Estelle nodded soothingly. "And did you have something particular in mind, or would you like to look at some pictures for ideas?"
"I'd like a little ring, right at the top," I said. Actually, it was Stacey that wanted it, but I didn't see a reason to go into details. Her wish was good enough for me.
"That's a very popular choice," Estelle reassured me. "Now, you understand everybody is built a little differently, and I won't know for certain what options you have until I've examined you, but are you more interested in aesthetics or stimulation?"
"Oh, stimulation!" Jenny chimed in before I could open my mouth.
"Can we have a moment alone?" I asked, frowning at Jenny. She stuck out her tongue at me.
"Certainly. This is a very personal decision, and I want it to be the right one. I'll just step out for a smoke; let me know when you want me back again." Estelle rose gracefully and exited the room, closing the door behind her.
"Jenny, I'm the one getting pierced. Can I please make the decisions?" I knew the last thing Stacey would want was something that stimulated me even more.
"You'll look beautiful no matter what she does, Linnea. You're doing this for your girl, but I don't see why you shouldn't get something out of it, too," she pouted.
"It's complicated," I temporized. I tried to think what, if anything, I could say. "She -- ouch! Jenny!"
She'd reached over and plucked a hair from my head! As I watched, aghast, Jenny rubbed it against her glossy lips, popped it into her mouth, and swallowed. "How does this work?" she asked.
I looked frantically for my purse and saw it sitting in Jenny's lap, opened. We stared at each other and I started to think she hadn't gotten it right. "Can I have my purse and lip gloss back?" I asked, trying to pretend nothing special had happened.
"Just relax," Jenny said, looking slightly exasperated, and I slumped back in my chair as all of the tension I'd been holding inside me melted away. "That's better," she smiled, and I smiled back, knowing she was right. Part of it was relief at being able to skate out of a conversation I didn't really want to have with her.
"Tell me how this works," she prompted, holding my tube of lip gloss. "You did something to Darryl, didn't you?"
I abruptly changed my mind, figuring that if she knew that much, I might as well come clean. "It's magic," I responded. "No, really!" I protested, reading her expression. "If you take a hair from somebody, smear a bit of the gloss on it, and eat it, you can make them do things. I used it to make sure Darryl would give you a job."
Jenny laughed. "I knew something was up! I couldn't believe it when Darryl signed that contract -- I always hated the way he low-balled the girls there." She turned serious again. "Is it working on you?"
"I don't think so," I admitted. "I actually don't understand very much about how it's supposed to work."
"So, if I told you to squeeze your boobs, you'd do it?"
"Silly," I reproved her, "I like doing that anyway," as I proceeded to demonstrate. I was nearly falling out of my blouse anyway, since several of the top buttons were missing, so it was easy to massage myself.
"Pinch your nipples, hard"
"Ow!" I exclaimed, jolted by the sudden burst of pain. We looked at each other for a moment of surprised silence.
"Did you like that?" Jenny asked
"No," I said shortly, rubbing gently to make the pain go away. "That really hurt! I don't know what happened."
Jenny focused intently on my face. "Do you love me, Linnea? Tell me the truth."
"I'm sorry," I started, deciding she deserved to know, "but no. I really like you, Jenny; I like you a lot, for a lot of reasons." I licked my suddenly-dry lips. "But I'll always love Stacey."
Her expression turned mulish. "Have you loved her for a long time?"
"It seems like it sometimes," I laughed lightly, "but really we only met a few weeks ago! She just sort of swept me off my feet." I smiled at the memory and confided, "Can you believe I wasn't interested in women before then? I guess sometimes you just don't recognize who you're waiting for until they come along."
"I really like you too, Linnea, and I think it's mean of Stacey to make you get pierced if you really don't want to. I think she did something to you to make you feel this way, and I think it's plain wrong."
Since I'd reached a similar conclusion not too much earlier, I couldn't exactly argue the point. On the other hand, it felt disloyal to Stacey to say so, and Jenny was being way too hard on her -- I knew my girlfriend loved me as much as I loved her, and that was saying a lot.
"If I tell you to love me, will you? Be honest," asked Jenny cautiously.
"No. It doesn't work that way," I replied.
"There has to be some trick," she said, shaking her head in frustration. "I don't think there's really anything that different, but Daniel says I've turned into a slut." We shared knowing laughs that would have had any listeners tenting their pants. "Tell me why."
Her last plea echoed between my ears and I found myself talking without having intended to say anything. "There's something more. Stacey didn't tell me; I guessed. Instead of swallowing the hair, you wet it with your pussy juice and then burn it." Abruptly I decided to come clean about my most shameful deed. "I did that with one of your pubic hairs while you were in the shower this morning."
"You are so bad," Jenny drawled, but she was smiling as she said it. "I'm glad you did -- who all knows how long it might have taken me to discover how much I like being with a girl?"
"Or taking it in the ass," I added.
"Lots of things," she agreed. There was a pause, and then Jenny spoke softly. "I left something out, too, Linnea. I don't want to be just a one-night stand for you. I want to be with somebody who understands me, and my needs, the way you do. Last night you made me feel things I'd never felt before. I don't want you to go back to her and forget me."
"I could never forget you," I husked, and she cut me off.
I froze as Jenny gently caressed my cheek and then plucked another hair from my scalp. I wanted to tell her to stop, hating the thought of betraying Stacey yet again, but I felt myself lubricating as I watched Jenny wind the hair around a finger and then sensuously trace her shining lips with it.
She contorted slightly so she could slide the finger up the leg of her shorts. I hadn't been in a position to see before, but the darkness of the denim suggested Jenny wouldn't have a problem wetting her finger, and the hair, with her intimate secretions. "Forgive me," she whispered, holding the glistening blonde strand between us.
"I forgive you," I gasped, suddenly realizing I could breathe again. "Don't do this, Jenny," I begged, fearing she would take me away from Stacey, even as I longed for what the two of us might share.
"I think I have to," she finally said, and plucked a cigarette lighter from the clutter on the counter along the wall. We both watched the hair turn to curiously scented smoke in the tiny flame.
Finally, I stood up and removed the lighter from Jenny's unresisting hand. "I still forgive you," I told her, and then kissed her to prove it. "You don't need magic to have me, you little slut," I said after coming up for air a minute later. Our second kiss was passionate, almost animalistic, as we tried to force our tongues further into each others' mouths.
My hands were all over Jenny's sweet body, and on sudden impulse I trapped one of her nipples between my fingers and twisted it roughly through the thin fabric of her top. Jenny gasped and swayed in my arms, nearly collapsing, and I realized she'd orgasmed.
She blinked rapidly and stared at me with her mouth wide open, presenting quite an arousing sight. "How?" she said, and then reached into my gaping blouse to fondle a breast.
I sucked in my breath when her fingers brushed my rigid nipple, and cried out when they pinched it between them. Unlike a few minutes earlier, there was nothing but ecstasy in my voice. My nipples had never been so sensitive.
"I never told you I liked that," Jenny said, looking at me closely.
"Oh God, do it again!" I husked, trapping her hand against me with my own.
A smile blossomed on her face and spread as wide as I'd ever seen. My heart leaped in my chest to see Jenny so happy, and I knew my face mirrored hers. God, I had to have her! My entire body was trembling with desire.
"Fair's fair," Jenny said, holding me off with her arm. "Wait just a minute, Linnea," she asked, and I relented, curious what she was doing.
As I watched in basically a haze of physical need, Jenny collected a few more hairs from both of us and twisted them together into a thicker strand, which she proceeded to knot. My heart twisted at the way she absently chewed on a lip while completing the process.
The worn stump of Stacey's tube of lip gloss sufficed to coat the variegated bundle in Jenny's fingers, and she carefully inserted it inside herself before looking up at me.
Finally understanding what she was doing, I hastily pulled my skirt up around my waist, allowing her to wet our hairs even more in the secretions from my copiously dripping pussy.
"Together," I gasped, holding the lighter in a shaking hand and igniting it. I still loved Stacey, but there was no way I could give up the toothsome little minx standing in front of me.
"Together," Jenny agreed, holding the hairs in the flame; to our mutual astonishment, they went up in a sudden "poof" like flash paper.
Absently I thought there might be a reason I'd never seen Stacey do this, but then all I could think about was Jenny. It felt like the rest of the room faded away, and then her eyes grew until I could look into her soul, and knew she could see mine.
We didn't touch, but I'd never been so intimate with another person in my life, Stacey included. My heart beat faster and faster as sensations and desires flashed through my mind. I knew, subconsciously but with perfect clarity, exactly what excited Jenny, because the same things excited me.
Our sensitive nipples could bring us to peaks of delight just from manual stimulation; there was no question the feel of a penis stretching our rosebuds was far preferable to traditional intercourse, no matter how pleasurable. Our greatest pleasure was to kneel before a woman and taste her pink folds, bringing her to oral fulfillment.
We reveled in the label "slut", knowing sex, even with others, was but a tribute to the power of our bodies. However degrading in appearance, we knew the apparent submission was merely an offering to the other, made and received in perfect understanding of our mutual love and passion.
The heat and tension inside me spiraled higher and higher, and I don't know what would have happened if Estelle hadn't chosen to return.
"Are you girls alright? It's been mighty quiet," she asked, peering in the door. "Y'all haven't been smoking anything in here, have you?"
I was still holding the lighter, and Jenny's pupils were so dilated her normally hazel-colored eyes looked black. Presumably mine looked the same. "No, just finishing our discussion; please come back in. I'm definitely looking for stimulation." We both giggled breathlessly, like adrenaline junkies staggering off a violent roller coaster ride. I wanted to fuck someone, anyone. Jenny flashed me a wicked grin over Estelle's shoulder, not that she'd had any doubt what I'd do.
Anyway, Stacey hadn't said anything about what kind of piercing to get; if it made a difference, she should have said so. I felt curiously light, freed of worries. I still loved Stacey; nothing had changed that -- I'd get her ring because she wanted it. But at the same time, I was Jenny's juicy little cumslut, and always would be. It was difficult to describe, but my mind didn't have any trouble adjusting to it.
Estelle peered closely at me, doubtless convinced we were on drugs. "Well, okay then, Linnea. If you don't mind my taking a look, we'll see what we have to work with, okay?"
I didn't know how modest her usual clients were, but I was fighting the zipper on the skirt before she stopped speaking, and I was stepping out of it moments later. I sat back on the seat and spread myself wide, inviting her to inspect my dripping snatch.
"I'm just gonna take care of a few things," Jenny whispered before slipping out the door.
Estelle pulled on some gloves and hooked a stool to where she could sit in front of me. "Now, a VCH -- that's vertical clitoral hood --usually provides the best results, because you get direct stimulation of the clitoris, but..."
I readjusted myself carefully on the chair and smiled at Daniel before whistling loudly. I would have preferred to be sitting on his lap, but he looked spooked enough as it was, and he'd studiously ignored my hints that Jenny wouldn't mind. He was sweet, if misguided.
When we'd walked out of the salon that afternoon, I'd sported four piercings. Two were in my ears, simple studs that any young girl might have, if she didn't have my parents. The other two weren't. Stacey's ring transfixed the hood of my clit, but it was oriented vertically instead of horizontally like the picture I'd seen. Even now, I could feel it resting lightly on my clit -- and it moved, ever so slightly, with every step I took.
It hadn't seemed fair to stop there, so I'd gotten a ring for Jenny, too. Estelle called it a triangle, but it was as round as the other (although she'd suggested a curved barbell, which I'd refused). It went horizontally just behind my clit, and I could feel it all the time, too. I thought the symbolism was just perfect: I was my clit, sandwiched gently between my two lovers.
Jenny was entranced and the only thing that prevented another makeout session was my residual soreness from the piercings and Estelle's stern warnings about giving things time to heal. Jenny said she had something for me, too, but she'd only smiled mysteriously and told me I had to wait.
I was pretty sure it wasn't a piercing, since I'd kept Estelle busy, and neither of us were really keen on them -- although I could see myself possibly revising my opinion once the discomfort had gone away. Jenny had gotten a new 'dew that gave her streaky highlights and a just-been-fucked look that made me cream just to see her, and glossy red polish on her finger- and toenails.
"Oh fuck is she hot!" I shouted to Daniel over the noise of the crowd before whistling again. Jenny was just dismounting from her first ride atop the Bad Hoss's mechanical stallion, and if she hadn't been nearly as polished as some of the other girls, in my biased opinion she was the hottest by a long shot.
"What is this stuff?" Daniel complained, poking at the thick yellowish spooge that the horse had orgasmed across our legs.
"Who cares?" I laughed. A little fake horse scum wasn't going to do my skirt any harm after the action I'd seen the previous night. "Don't tell me you weren't thinking about cumming too." I didn't take my eyes off of Jenny as she swayed across the ring towards us.
On the face of it, her outfit should have looked idiotic. It consisted of a light tan string bikini, over which she wore a little leather vest -- open in front, of course -- and soft leather chaps which served only to emphasize the skin visible aaaaaaaaall the way up the insides of her legs. They looked even longer than usual thanks to the sky-high strappy sandals, which even sported decorative spurs. Jenny's Bad Hoss hat was a twin to the one I was wearing.
Our neighbors cheered and clapped when Jenny stepped up to the railing and gave Daniel a big kiss, but they went back to raucous cat calls when she reached down and ran her hand slowly and suggestively up his leg. She smeared the faux jism more than wiped it off, and I saw him twitch when she reached his crotch and gave it a quick squeeze. Jenny gave the onlookers a wicked smile and slowly wiped her dirty hand on herself, beginning at the base of her neck and not stopping until she'd passed her navel and reached the bikini.
My eyes followed her every movement at least as intently as any of the guys, and I caught my breath as her fingertip just brushed the bikini. I'd thought it was tan, but I was wrong. The fabric was white, and so sheer it verged on transparent. I could just make out the outline of her slit, but the small patch of hair that had grown above it was gone. It made her look so... available. I practically creamed myself as I looked up and caught her knowing expression.
"I didn't want you swallowing any hairs," Jenny quipped, moving closer to me. It was a very private inside joke, but nobody else could hear it anyway because the crowd was sensing another kiss and noisily encouraging some lesbian action. We kissed hungrily, and I didn't resist when she pulled my head down between her breasts.
The place went wild, although the crowd noise was muted out by the roaring in my ears. I caught a glimpse of nipples looking fit to tear through the filmy fabric covering them and felt Jenny's heart racing beneath her skin, and then I was licking my way lower. The goop tasted like warm vanilla pudding that hadn't set, but it could have been castor oil for all I cared.
The little tease backed away from me before I finished, leaving me bent over the railing and straining to reach that tantalizing "V" below her heavy belt. "Sorry," she mouthed, her voice obscured by the hollers and carrying on coming from behind me. Jenny gave a final wave to her admirers and skipped out of the ring, sucking most of the noise from the bar.
Except in our section. I stood up, pushed my skirt back down over my hips, and then bent over to retrieve my hat from where it had fallen. "Haven't any of you seen a woman before?" I taunted the panting rednecks sitting nearby, and then pushed my skirt down again. "C'mon," I told Daniel, reaching for his hand, "I want to see Jenny!"
He looked at me like I was from another planet. "Don't you worry about getting raped?" Daniel asked while I dragged him towards the employees-only door on the far side of the room.
"Are you offering?" I asked, looking back at him over my shoulder, but he acted like he didn't get the joke.
One of the staff held the door for us, grinning. I smiled back, recognizing him from that afternoon but not remembering his name. Then I saw Jenny in the hallway, talking to one of the other dancers, and accelerated.
She saw the other girl look at me and turned around. "Linnea! Daniel! Did y'all think I was hot?"
"You little slut, you know you were!" I laughed, embracing her. "I'm dripping like a leaky faucet." My hand dropped immediately to her crotch, palming the damp fabric and the smooth skin beneath it. "You didn't even tell me! God, I have to taste you!"
I squatted and tugged the little strip of nylon to one side, revealing her bare mound and flowering labia. Jenny's scent was heaven, and her taste was better. My tongue strained to reach further into her depths and I hummed in satisfaction, letting my lips transmit the vibrations to her sensitized nerves. Jenny's body trembled in response and released more moisture to flood my mouth.
"Get a room, you two," Darryl growled, pulling me away from Jenny and to my feet. "I told you before, Jenny, keep it above the neck or you're going to get us both in trouble."
He looked exasperated when we both laughed. "I have a room," I gasped.
Jenny leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Give her the rest of the night off," I told him, following Jenny's suggestion.
"In fact, both of you get out of here," Darryl decided. "There's no sense overexposing new talent. You only get paid a part shift," he added hurriedly. "And, Jenny?" She looked at him inquiringly. "When you come back tomorrow, try to cool off just a little, y'hear?"
She led me into the changing room, where I helped Jenny unfasten the chaps and sandals. She quickly pulled on a T-shirt and some shorts, stepped into her flip-flops, and we were ready to go.
"You two surely are somethin'," commented another of the girls who'd been watching the two of us egg each other towards orgasm without ever quite making more than casual physical contact. "Jenny, girl, what's come over you?"
"Love," Jenny sighed, at which point I just had to kiss her. She wiped away a few tears, which smeared her eyeliner, but it only made her look sluttier and even more becoming.
"Let's get out of here," I panted, reminding myself I did not want to get Jenny fired a second time in 24 hours.
Daniel was still waiting in the hallway, which momentarily surprised me. Frankly, I'd forgotten about him, which was mean-spirited of me. His face was cloudy when he saw us come out of the dressing room arm in arm, and didn't improve when Jenny announced she wanted to ride with me to the hotel, instead of with him.
"This is for you," she told me when we were alone in the car. It was a small gift bag with colored tissue stuffed in the top. "I wanted you to have something to remember me by, when we can't be together."
I removed the tissue carefully and unearthed a small plastic zip lock bag. The illumination in the car wasn't the greatest, so I turned on the dome light to be sure. I knew instantly the short brown strands within were the remains of the pubic patch she'd had removed that afternoon. "Oh my God! I can't believe you saved them; you are so sweet!" We kissed again.
"But I didn't get you anything," I protested when I could speak.
"You got me a ring," Jenny pointed out.
"Well, but I'm taking it with me," I said, feeling bad. Once again, inspiration struck. "Oh! I know! Get your phone." I wriggled enough to pull my skirt up around my waist, which didn't take much effort, and spread my knees to display my gleaming new jewelry.
Jenny angled her phone over the steering wheel and took several shots, until she had one she liked. It was a beauty, with both rings nicely on display and my glistening folds unveiled below them. She typed energetically for another minute before putting it away. "There! I e-mailed it to myself too, so I have a copy for safe-keeping. I'll always treasure it."
Daniel's mood hadn't been improved by his wait for us at the hotel. We stripped and tumbled onto the bed, but it wasn't the same as the previous night. For one, my pussy was off-limits, but that didn't turn out to be as important as I'd feared.
For another, Daniel was completely different, like a candle burning at both ends. That morning, he'd been hesitant and unsure of himself. That evening, he was masterful. He called us sluts and whores, trembling with barely-leashed emotion, and used Jenny so roughly she came twice within a minute while he pounded into her.
Then it was my turn. "Fucking slut!" he hissed, splitting my ass with his cum-slicked manhood. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head painfully back, but I managed to find a position where I could still watch Jenny.
"Is this what you want? Is it?!" he cried, voice cracking, as he thrust hard into me and then teased me by withdrawing all the way. "To watch me use some other perverted slut while you make yourself over in her image?" Daniel released my head so he could guide himself back into my rectum.
Jenny moaned. She had three fingers inserted in her ass, twisting and probing, while her other hand moved indecisively between her breasts and dripping pussy. "Fuck her slutty ass, Danny," she panted, her eyes locked on us. "Make her a slut for your cock! Oh God, baby, you look so nasty!"
"You want me to fuck other women?" Daniel asked again, sounding as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. I rocked back against him more aggressively, trying to get him to pick up his tempo again. "Next you'll be wantin' to fuck other men?"
"Fuck, yes!" she urgently husked, hands now working double-time. "I feel so hot when they use me! Uh! Uh! Uh!" I was going to cum just watching her, no matter what Daniel did.
He abruptly pulled away from me. "You already cheated on me?! I thought you loved me, Jenny!"
"I do!" she protested, pausing on the edge of release. "You can have any of my holes, Danny, any time you want them."
"I wanted your heart!" he shouted, his voice trembling with emotion. "Fine! Choose her! I don't know what's wrong with you, Jenny, but we're quits. Dress up in your whorish costumes and parade yourself in front of drunks and perverts if you like. Let them use you like a piece of meat, 'cause that's all you're good for now! You are a slut!"
Jenny moaned, "Slu-Uh-Uh-Uht!" and started thrashing on the bed, lost in a titanic orgasm.
The sight nearly got me off, but I had to twist and look at Daniel. The look in his eyes promised fire and brimstone, like we were the lowest forms of life on earth. His cock hung shriveled and limp between his legs.
"You!" he hissed when he saw me looking. "You are the Whore of Babylon, a demonic succubus! You turned this woman into something I don't even recognize. You are lower than dirt, you gutter filth!" Daniel tensed, and I thought for a moment he might hit me, but he turned and scooped his clothing from the floor, not even bothering to don it before leaving the room.
"Wow, that was hot!" sighed Jenny, still sounding a trifle shaky.
"Yeah," I agreed, "but I wish he had more stamina."
She laughed understandingly. "Poor baby! Crawl up here and let me help you; I know what a slut needs."
Boy did she. My throat felt raw before the satiation of repeated orgasms and more than 40 hours without sleep caught up with me, and we passed out in each others' arms.