Free Shared by Seven Strangers by Lia Marsh Page A

pussy. Jenya would have thought that Beatrice would have just done what she liked her husband to do. That’s what Jenya did. She simply did what she knew she would have liked and let the rest fall into place.
    She realized it wouldn’t quite be the same with Clarinda. They’d be putting on a show. It wouldn’t be just the two of them, locked away for hours while they explored each other with their mouths and tongues and fingers. Jenya shivered a bit as she thought about that experience.
    It was the only time she had ever felt a little nervous or self-conscious about fulfilling the trick. Like Beatrice, she had no experience with another woman, so in essence they were both virgins when it came to that. Being she was a professional, Jenya knew she had to perform to a certain standard and had been doubtful she would be able to. People rarely lived up to fantasies; that’s why they were fantasies.
    Jenya closed her eyes for the merest of moments. During that brief reverie, remembered Beatrice's touch, her smell, her taste. She remembered easing herself between the older woman's creamy thighs and taking her first taste of pussy. It was hot and exhilarating and Jenya decided that the next time she masturbated, she was going to fuck herself to that exact memory.
    "Well?" Mike intruded into her recollection.
    "You're the one with the cash," Jenya returned. "Where are we supposed to do this at?"
    "I got a great place already set up," he snickered.
    The three of them left the hotel room and made for Mike's car. They piled in and after a moment of cranking the engine and cursing, the sped off to wherever it was he had planned. Jenya had the feeling it was going to be a very interesting day.

Chapter 2: Undress for Success
     
    About an hour later, the trio pulled up in front of a large, ritzy house. It was landscaped to the nines and came furnished with its own valet and butler. Mike told them that the groom-to-be, Austin, lived there and everything was already set up.
    Clarinda was simply awestruck. Jenya had seen a few places as nice or a bit nicer in the past so she didn't remark on every exquisite piece of detail as they walked in. They could already hear a mob of men horsing around and getting drunk.
    "This way," Mike said. "I don't want them to see you two yet."
    "Okay," Clarinda pouted.
    Jenya wrinkled her nose at her new partner and followed Mike. They passed a series of guest rooms as they walked down a long corridor. Mike stopped at the end and nodded at the door.
    "There you ladies go," he smiled.
    The ornate door opened and Davey appeared. He startled then eyed Jenya.
    I swear, if he says one more thing about any fucking ice, I'm going to kick him in the balls so hard that when he jacks off, he'll cum from his nose.
    "Hi Jenya," he said then quickly glanced to Clarinda. "She as good as this one?"
    "No likely," Jenya smirked and pushed past him and into the bedroom.
    It was set up like a dressing room. There were two stations for the girls to get ready at. Someone had piled a number of lingerie outfits on the bed. Jenya assumed they were to pick out something to wear from the mess.
    "So there you girls go," Mike said and glared at Davey. "You should find everything you're gonna need in there. Make-up, hairspray, outfits. The works!"
    "Great," she replied and yanked Clarinda in with her. "I'm sure it is just fine."
    The girls looked around the room then started to pick through the pile of outfits. Clarinda swooned over a sexy corset and pressed it against her body to model for Jenya glanced over at her and shook her head.
    "Why not?" Clarinda asked.
    "Because, it'll be a bitch to take off," Jenya pointed out. She tossed the young woman a pair of panties and bra. "Wear these. Sexy, tiny, and a cinch to get off."
    "Makes sense," Clarinda returned. "Seems like you do a lot of work for Mike. This is only my second time getting hired by him."
    "Yeah," Jenya mused as she picked through the rubble of clothing to piece together