The Foursome

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Wavy black locks fell along tanned shoulders as Anette ran her fingers through them, gazing at herself in the mirror of her penthouse living room. She had an incall in an hour; it took her at least two to get ready, so she had started early. Now that she had finally gotten all of her makeup and her hair done, she could focus on her outfit. Her best friend, Michael, sat on the couch behind her with a look of disgust.

“I can’t believe it takes you this long to get ready for something like this,” Michael said. “Especially if they’re coming here. It’s your house, you should look the way you want to.”

“First off,” Anette huffed, turning to look over her shoulder at Michael. “I happen to like dressing like this, even if it is an incall. Second, just because it’s my house, doesn’t mean I should be giving up the classy side everyone that hires a London escort like me wants to see. Besides, I’ve had these guys before. I know exactly what they’re looking for.” Michael’s curious look had her smirking as she turned back to the mirror, twisting her hair to make nice, loose curls that were likely going to fall out as soon as they were touched too much.

“There are two girls and a guy,” Anette explained. “The first encounter I had with them, one girl emailed me and asked to book me for one of the guy’s surprise parties. Which I had no problem with…it sounded like a lot of fun, and I’ve done parties before.” Reaching for her necklace on the table next to the mirror, Anette unclipped it and settled it around her neck. “They show up here, and every single one of them are super attractive. Out of my league attractive. The girls are absolutely beautiful BBW’s, and the guy is attractive for a male his age.

“Of course, twenty minutes in, one of the girls – the blonde one, there’s a blonde and a brunette – drops on me that she and her girlfriend are London escorts and strippers. It ended up a fascinating night.”

“So it was basically a foursome?” Michael asked.

“Eventually,” Anette confirmed. “The guys liked watching as I rode one of the girls’ face. The other one played with my breasts and sucked on them, then fucked me after I came. I dripped all over both of them, which really caught the guy’s attention. He fucked my tight walls while one of the girl’s rode his cock, and the other sat back and watched.”

Michael’s eyes were wide. Anette smirked again, turning her head to look at him. “I tell you all the time,” she said slowly. “Escorts are going to make your life much more interesting than some random woman in a bar. We’re up for anything.”

“These people are coming here tonight?”

“Yes,” Anette confirmed. “And you cannot be here.”