Chapter Four: Lindsey
Jessica sat in the armchair in the living room with the laptop in her lap, atop a lap desk. Eric watched TV nearby, but Jessica couldn’t help but be aware that his attention was half on the show, while the rest of it was on her bikini-clad body. The website, showing the escort girls, was once more on her screen. She couldn’t stop looking at it.
It wasn’t showing her anything new. After looking at the three girls, over and over, she knew every photo and each description. Still, there sat the question, in the back of her mind as she looked at them. What was her father thinking of when he brought the girls over? The question nagged at her, ate at her, begged to be answered. How would she answer it, though? It wasn’t as though she could just ask him. Then, what would she do with the answer? That, too, she didn’t have her own answer for.
A knock sounded at the door. Eric sat up but Jessica was faster, saying, “I’ll get it.”
She set the laptop aside and hurried for the door, her heart thudding. What if it was one of the girls? She opened the door and, just like the previous night, she looked into the face of a girl who could have been her sister. The girl wore a spaghetti strap top and denim shorts, cut high and very short, frayed at the legs. The girl looked equally as surprised to see her.
“Oh, hey,” she said, “Are… are you new? I didn’t know we were doubling up tonight.”
“I… I’m Jessica,” she stammered, though it was not an answer to the question.
“Lindsey,” the girl said, and let herself in, then asked again, “are you new?”
“New?” Jessica asked
“You know, to the business? To Daddy? Either? Both?” she asked, laughing.
“Um, no. I’m… I’m not in the… what business, exactly?” Jessica asked, nervous, probing.
Lindsey gave her a suspicious, narrow-eyed look. Owen came down the hall.
“I’ll take it from here, honey,” he said, “Thanks.”
Just like the night before, the girl called Owen daddy, leaned up on her toes, and kissed him on the mouth. His hand palmed her bottom through the shorts as Jessica blushed and watched it happen. Owen gave her ass a little squeeze, making the girl giggle, and for just an instant his eyes landed on Jessica. She blinked and then the two of them were walking toward the stairs.
Jessica shut the door and locked it, then drifted slowly back to the living room. She sat back in the armchair, staring through the TV. She had to know the answer, but at the same time, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. It was so confusing.
“You alright?” Eric asked, his brows furrowed.
“Huh?”
“Are you okay? Who was it?” he asked.
“It was… one of them,” she said.
Eric laughed, “One of them? You act like they’re lizard people or some secret organization. They’re just people, Jess. It’s their job. That doesn’t make them lizard people.”
“How would you feel, if mom was bringing home guys half her age, and all of them looked like you?” Jessica shot back, a little angry.
“I never really thought about it,” Eric admitted, “I guess I’d take it as a kind of compliment.”
“You don’t think dad… that he like, wants to… do things with me?” she asked.
“Jess, I don’t know. I see the girls. Sometimes, I answer the door, we say hello. Dad takes them upstairs or they go out. I don’t make it a point to ask him about his sexual fantasies.”
Jessica got up and started toward the stairs.
“Where are you going?” Eric asked.
She looked back, said nothing, and climbed the steps. The draw of the curiosity was too strong. She found herself creeping down the hall until she was outside the bedroom door. She pressed her ear carefully to the door. There was music playing, but she couldn’t hear anything else.
She waited, body tense, listening intently. There was something, a hum? A purr? The sound of something wet and then a whisper, too quiet to make out. Then, a deep rumble, maybe an agreement. Wet again, yes, wet like smacking. Was it a kiss?
Jessica shut her eyes, trying to block out other stimuli, straining her ears. She wished Eric would turn the fucking TV off. Quiet from inside, then a creak as of weight on the bed, quieter, a masculine growl. The girl squeaked, giggled softly, and moaned. Wet sounds again, followed by a sigh and a word that may have been, “daddy,” but Jessica couldn’t be sure. The door was thick, the sound muffled.
The wet sounds went on for several minutes and Jessica’s imagination tried to paint the picture from the sounds, but she couldn’t. She just lacked the experience to put the picture with the noises. She’d seen a couple of dirty videos, but more out of a sense of curiosity. She really wasn’t sure how it was all done, or what sounds people made when they were doing things, sex things.
The girl moaned again, a little louder, and then there was a slap of flesh on flesh, like a slap or a spanking. The girl gasped and her father’s voice rumbled, deep, masculine, not quite angry, but authoritative. There followed what sounded like, “Yes, daddy,” followed by more of the wet sounds. The sounds continued, as did the rumbling growl from her father.
Jessica conjured images of the girl sucking on her father’s cock, or maybe he was licking her between the legs, licking her pussy. It could have just been kissing, though. Jessica touched her own pussy through the bikini bottoms, an unconscious thing, but she became aware of it when she felt the heat of her pussy under the cloth. She quickly pulled her hand away and looked at it, as though it had just molested her.
“Pst!” came from down the hall, and when Jessica looked back, she saw Eric peeking around the corner of the stairway, a frown on his face. He nodded her away from the door. Jessica looked at the door again, then seemed to realize what she was doing. She was standing outside her father’s door listening to him fooling around. Oh, God!
She was the pervert! She was the slut! In one day she’d masturbated and orgasmed in front of her own brother, and now she was listening to her dad have sex. She panicked and backed away from the door. Taking the steps two at a time she blew past Eric and into the living room.
“Jess?” Eric asked, following her in, “What do you think you were doing?”
“I... I don’t know,” she said, looking around the room as if she’d find the answer somewhere in the curtains, the TV, the couch.
They didn’t offer any help. She snapped the laptop closed and tucked it under her arm.
“I’m going to bed,” she said.
“Alright. Just… if you need anything, or just want to talk…” Eric said.
“Thanks. Night.”
***
Wrapped in her robe, Jessica spent a long time looking at the escort page. She couldn’t quite work out what the pull of it was. There was something about the pictures of the sexy girls, in their cute outfits or lingerie, all of them advertising themselves. While she’d looked at many different profiles, she kept returning to the same three, looking at the photos, reading over the reviews.
That was something else that she found fascinating. None of the reviews had names, but rather user handles for the site. Maria, Lindsey, and Layla, all had solid five-star reviews and there were many of them. The reviews didn’t specifically mention sex or any sexual act, but they alluded to it.
Jessica wondered if any of those were from her father. Likely, his was in there, somewhere. Owen’s enthusiasm for hard work, particularly for people that ran their own businesses, was an essential part of his character. She couldn’t imagine him using a service of any kind or buying a product, without adding his opinion of it.
Still, she hadn’t been able to discern which of them was his. Many of the same handles appeared on all three of the girl’s pages, and they were some of the top-rated girls on the entire site, in her area. Clearly a lot of men, and some women, very much enjoyed spending time with them.
Jessica picked up her phone and sent a message to Eric, asking for the other photos. They arrived a minute later. Jessica shut the laptop with a sigh and got under the covers, then looked at the photos. Eric was right, she thought. They did look… sexy. They weren’t like the first one, where she’d been embarrassed and silly. These ones looked cute and as she studied them, she mentally compared them to the other girls.
Eric’s assessment was, again, correct. The new photos didn’t look staged, like the other girls. Hers were honest, real. She looked at her own face, eyes half-lidded, her hand in the bikini bottoms, and she remembered the feeling of being watched as she masturbated on the couch.
She recalled the knot of hot throbbing in her tummy as the feeling of stroking her pussy in front of Eric had enveloped her in that warm cocoon of pleasure. That humiliating but arousing blanket of sensation had seemed to radiate from the feel of her fingers, probing her inner wetness, to encase her whole body in a kind of weird, vibrating warmth. As she flicked through the photos, then back, her hand snaked downward again and she touched it, touched herself, felt the warmth and the slick honey coating her smooth lips.
She wiggled the bottoms down and then touched it again, wondering if Eric was doing this, too. Was her brother looking at the pictures and touching his cock? Was he stroking it and thinking about her pussy, about her fingers inside it and the way she’d orgasmed? She rubbed it some more, the gentle stroking spreading the wetness, making her fingers slick as the pleasure grew. The girl on her screen had her back arched and her bikini bottoms pulled to the side. Jessica moaned to herself as she saw what Eric had seen.
Her brother had looked at her pussy, spread open and naked before him. His cock had been hard as he took the photos, excited. Was it because she was just a cute girl and biology just made his cock get hard around a cute girl? Or was it her, specifically, the knowledge that he was looking at his little sister’s wet and aroused pussy, while she played with it, that made him hard?
Did he imagine pushing his hard penis into her, the way her fingers were inside it, right now? Did her dad imagine it, while he fucked the escort girls? Why was it so intoxicating a thought? Jessica had no answers and, as she fingered her pussy more vigorously, even the questions began to fade. Then, everything went away, as she quietly moaned and felt more wetness when she came.
Chapter Five: Maria
Jessica was alone in the house the next morning but awoke with a nervous energy. Today she’d go shopping for cute outfits, in order to do some cleaning while her father and brother watched her parade about in whatever she chose. The idea for a bikini cleaning business wasn’t exactly something she truly wanted.
It had been more of a joke than anything else. The truth of it was that she wanted to see what kind of reaction she’d get from the two of them, hoping to find some answer to the question she’d been asking herself for nearly two days. Why did the escort girls look like her?
As she showered, Jessica mulled the question over and thought about the answer. Why had this question become such an obsession? Why did the looks from her father and brother make her pussy wet? Why couldn’t she stop looking at the escort girls? So many questions, most of them internal, with answers she couldn’t seem to find within herself.
She drove her beat-up old car to the mall and, card in her purse began to peruse various shops with no clear idea in mind of what she was looking for. The only item that she thought was a must-have for this kind of thing was one of those sexy maid outfits. For this, she stopped into a novelty store that sold gag gifts, graphic tees, and silly costumes. She located the outfit fairly easily. Apparently that kind of thing was quite popular.
Taking some time to browse the other costumes, she also picked up a little cat ear headband and a skimpy black outfit to go with it. The pairing, she thought, would look terribly cute together. It was also a little different than just wearing a swimsuit, and she liked the idea of having some variety. Five outfits to go. Nothing else in the novelty shop stood out, so she headed back out and stopped in at a more traditional clothing store.
This place carried a variety of summer clothing, all of it geared toward teen girls. This summer’s fashion, apparently, was “slut in training,” because all of the tops were tiny, skin-baring, and tight. The shorts and skirts were equally provocative, short, hip and ass-hugging. Never having really tried to dress provocatively, Jessica took some time playing with the choices, finally leaving the store with two skirts, four tops, and two pairs of shorts. All of them made her blush thinking of wearing them, which she thought was a good sign.
Her final stop was at a lingerie store, where she wanted to find something truly sexy, something that she’d never have considered wearing before. She wanted something like the escort girls wore. Here, she perused the many pairs of small panties, lacy and enticing bras, and sets that ranged from revealing to downright slutty. When she rounded a display of two-piece sets, partnered with sheer gowns, she came face-to-face with Maria.
The escort girl blinked, her face impassive, and for a moment they just stared at each other.
Again, Jessica had that odd sense of looking into a mirror. The girl really was nearly identical. They could have actually been sisters, and she could see as Maria’s expression changed and the slight shake of the head, that the girl was thinking the same thing.
“Um, hi,” Jessica said, breaking the silence.
“Hey,” Maria said back, the slight accent in her voice becoming the most distinguishing characteristic between them.
“I’m… I’m out shopping,” Jessica said, and then felt stupid.
Maria smiled, though, saying, “Yes. I see. Well, this is… awkward.”
“I’m sorry,” Jessica apologized.
Maria cocked her head and asked, “Why?”
“I don’t know,” Jessica admitted.
Maria shrugged, and added, “No need to be. Man, this is kind of crazy. You really do look… like me.”
“You look like me,” Jessica said, then stuck out her hand, “I’m Jessica. I don’t think I told you when we… met.”
“I know,” Maria said, shaking her hand, “Maria. Well, you have fun shopping.”
Maria turned to walk away, but Jessica stopped her.
“Maria, wait,” she said.
The other girl stopped, turned back.
“Could I, maybe, ask you a little bit about… what you do? Maybe we can have lunch? I’ll pay.”
Maria took a long moment to look her over silently, then said, “Alright. But if your questions have anything to do with what I do, you know, for your dad, then no. I don’t talk about anything I do for or with clients. That’s strictly between us and it’s one of the biggest rules in this business.”
“Yes, that’s alright,” Jessica agreed, feeling slightly disappointed and frustrated at having her chance for an answer blocked.
“Okay, then. Let me finish up here. You looking for anything in particular?” Maria asked.
“No, not really. Just something… kind of sexy? I want to try to wear something that I normally wouldn’t,” Jessica explained.
“Hmm. Hot date coming up?”
“What? No… nothing like that.”
Maria shrugged and nodded toward a wall display.
“This is what I’m getting,” she said and indicated a lavishly embroidered thong set that paired with a shelf bra.
The display model was petite, similar in form to both Maria and herself. The sight of it made Jessica blush. It was absolutely something that she wouldn’t normally wear. The set came in red, pink, or black. Maria took down a black set in her size, then handed a pink one to Jessica.
“Now we can match,” she said, winking.
“It’s… really small,” Jessica said.
“It’s hot,” Maria said.
After paying for the sets, Maria took Jessica to the mall’s food court, where Jessica paid for lunch using the cash she’d earned from her photos. They took a seat at one of the tables and Jessica couldn’t help but notice the glances the pair of them got from nearby men.
“So,” Maria said, “What did you want to know?”
Despite having all the questions floating around in her head, Jessica wasn’t sure what to ask, now that she had the chance.
“How does it work?” she asked.
“Are you thinking of getting into it?” Maria asked back.
“No!” Jessica said, then felt that it was a bit too forceful, “No. I’m… I just never thought about it before, but after seeing you and then another girl at the house… I guess I’m just curious.”
Maria nodded, asking “Which one was it?”
“Hm?”
“Which girl?” Maria asked.
“Oh. Her name is Lindsey.”
“Oh, I like her,” Maria said, “Fun girl. I guess, to answer your question, you set up your profile and you go on dates. I like to date the older guys. They’re more fun to talk to and usually more interesting. The money’s better, too, and a lot of them like to get things for you.”
“Just dates? Like going out to places?” Jessica asked.
“Not always,” Maria said, smirking, “It’s okay. I know you want to ask, and the answer is yes. Sometimes. A lot of the older guys like a girl that’s young and petite, like us.”
Jessica shivered a bit at being included in the statement like she was one of those girls.
“Do they ever, you know, have you ever had a bad… date?” Jessica asked.
Maria shrugged, “There are degrees of bad, I guess. Some are a little boring, others there’s just no chemistry. I’ve never gotten hurt by someone, but I do a pretty thorough job of vetting someone before I agree to meet for the first time. Like, I never do dates with someone from the site that’s new or has no history. When I do take a new one, I always check who they’ve been with, see what kinds of things they’ve posted for the girl, and we all kind of help each other out. No one wants to end up with a weirdo, so the other girls are pretty quick to let you know if they’ve had a bad experience.”
“Do you… make a lot of money?” Jessica asked.
“I do pretty good,” Maria said, “It’s another thing about the older guys. They’re usually better off and willing to pay more for some companionship.”
“Do you do other things? Besides this?” Jessica asked.
“No. This is what I do. Some girls are part-timers for extra cash, but I love it. I’d never do anything else,” Maria said.
“How many… dates... do you do?” Jessica asked.
“Depends on how I feel. three to five a week, most of the time. I’ve done as many as ten in a week, but usually only when I’m looking to put money away for retirement.”
Jessica cocked her head, “Retirement?” she asked.
“Yeah. I mean, I like it, but you can’t do it forever. I’m gonna get older and I might lose interest or want to do something different. Gotta have a nest egg, right?”
“You sound like my dad,” Jessica said, then smacked herself on the forehead, embarrassed.
Maria laughed, adding, “Who do you think told me to start saving for retirement?”
There was a twinkle of mirth in her eye as she said it and it made Jessica blush, remembering all the times that Owen had reminded her how important it was to save money. She imagined her father, nude after fucking Maria, talking to her about a retirement plan. It seemed absurd.
“I’m sorry for all the questions,” Jessica said, “Thanks.”
“No problem. Are you going to try it?” Maria asked again.
“I… No. I shouldn’t. I don’t know… I don’t know how to do any of that stuff.”
“No one is born knowing,” Maria said, “It’s too bad. You’d make a killing. I think it would be fun to do some doubles with you, too.”
She sipped at her drink and gave Jessica a meaningful, sultry look that made Jessica squirm and look away.
“I have to find a job, but I don’t know how to do anything,” Jessica said, “and since I saw you… at the house… I just…”
“Can’t stop thinking about it, huh?”
Jessica nodded.
“I get it. I didn’t plan on this, either,” Maria said, “I had a friend that was into it and when I was old enough, I got really curious. I tried it, then I loved it, and now I don’t want to do anything else. Why don’t I give you my number? If you have more questions, just text me.”
“Really?”
“Sure,” Maria said and recited her number.
Jessica typed it into her phone.
“I’m gonna run, but it was fun, baby,” Maria said, “Maybe you’ll change your mind.”
The other girl stood up, then leaned in and kissed Jessica on the mouth. Jessica froze, unable to process what was happening. She gripped the table and squeaked as Maria’s soft lips pressed against her own, the other girl’s tongue snaking out to lick them softly. Then, she drew back and winked at Jessica before walking away, her heels clicking on the floor and several sets of eyes watching her ass depart. Jessica, flushed, quickly gathered her bags and hurried out of the cafeteria.
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