Free Shared by Seven Strangers by Lia Marsh

Chapter 1: One Girl… Two Girls
     
    Jenya waited impatiently for Mike to show up. She was at the usual hotel room at the usual time, but he was late. She had been rather surprised he had called her. For the past three weeks, when she would call, he would always have an excuse for not booking her services. It was fine by her; he was just another John, but she had to wonder if he had found someone cheaper to hire.
    Last week, she called and left him her usual message, that she was free on the designated time and day but this time when he called her back, he had work for her. Unlike before, Mike was rather evasive when she asked what he had planned. It wasn’t like she really had to know, but it was nice to get a head’s up as she got in the past.
    This time he simply said he had something big in the works and to meet him at the same time, same day of the week, same hotel room. When she arrived, a key was already waiting for her. She signed in and resigned to the room to wait. He was almost forty-five minutes past due.
    Jenya eyed her purse and was about to nab it to leave when she heard the keycard slide into the door and the lock click. A second later, Mike and another woman came walking through the door. She eyed the girl then moved her gaze to him.
    “You’re late,” she scoffed.
    “Sorry,” he apologized. “I had some last minute details to smooth out before coming.”
    “Last minute details, huh?” Jenya smirked and directed her eyes to the young woman.
    “Oh, this is Clarinda,” Mike jerked his head to the side. “Clarinda, this is Jenya.”
    “A pleasure,” Clarinda said sweetly with a smile.
    Jenya eyed her dubiously, wondering what preschool Mike picked her up from. She looked young, eighteen or nineteen tops. Granted Jenya was still in her early twenties, Clarinda just looked young, too young. Jenya wondered why the girl was there.
    “So, let’s talk business,” Mike said greedily and rubbed his hands together.
    “Please, let’s,” Jenya turned her attention back to him.
    “A friend of a friend is getting married in a couple of weeks and we decided to throw him a stag party,” Mike said. “There’ll be twenty or thirty guys there.”
    “Okay,” Jenya said whimsically. “So what’s with Ms. Teeny-Bopper?”
    Clarinda wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at Jenya. Jenya just rolled her eyes and huffed.
    Christ! I can’t believe she isn’t blonde! She must have used a ton of color to get rid of it. I have a bad feeling I’m not going to like where I see this going.
    “Consider her back-up,” Mike said.
    Jenya opened her mouth to protest but he cut her off.
    “I know you could probably handle it, but it would take days to let all the guys have a couple of shots at you,” he explained. “So I figured she could help spread the wealth. Besides, she’s pretty new to the job and figured you were the best I know. She’d learn a lot from you.”
    Jenya stifled a snort. She didn’t need to have her ego stroked like some guy did. She knew she was good. Her bank account was proof of that. But if Mike was paying his usual fee, she didn’t mind showing Clarinda a few tricks of the trade.
    Clarinda smiled hopefully and oddly enough it warmed Jenya’s heart. Jenya studied the girl for a moment. She noticed how tight her ass seemed and her breasts were decent-sized, perfect for her slender frame. She had some ideas about the show and one of them included her and Clarinda getting it on together.
    Jenya had only been with one other woman, only once. It was a couple of years ago. Her name was Beatrice and her husband had paid Jenya to sleep with her. Beatrice, like a lot of women, fantasized about being with another women. Most women keep it just that, a fantasy, but Beatrice got to experience it through Jenya.
    It was pretty hot, in a different way though, but very satisfying. Beatrice was several years older than Jenya so it was pretty powerful teaching an older woman the nuances of eating