PLAYTIME – CHAP. XXVIII – SLUTS ‘R US

PLAYTIME – CHAPTER XXVIII – SLUTS ‘R US


ANTICIPATION

When Kelly heard from Mary about the trip to Central City gloryhole, she jumped. Literally.

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“TAKE ME THERE!! Talk about Heaven!”
“Oh, Kelly, can you imagine two hotties like us walking in there and asking for one of those rooms? We’d start a riot!”
“Maybe we should go real trampy, you know, dress like sluts.”
“Do you think a girl could drown in come?” giggled Mary.
“We could ask Puttana. Well, you know I have a big appetite…and I KNOW you do too.”
“You little slut.”
“You big whore.”
“Only to John,” she pouted. “Oh – and you. Oh yeah, and to James. Uh, and to Teri…and Anson — geez, I AM a big whore!”
“Yeah,” replied her friend, “c’est la vie!”
The trip to the big city would be next Wednesday.

PARTICIPATION

None of the men in the aisles knew that the blonde with the Mia Farrow-pixie and the older brunette with the killer body were in costume. Kelly’s her hair was styled short for the adventure, and Mary’s was skinned back in a tight ponytail. They strode in like they owned the joint. The mature brunette wore tight pink shorts featuring a prominent camel-toe, a clingy white spaghetti-strap camisole, and brown sandals strapped halfway up her calves. Her blonde companion was brilliantly lit in pale green eyeshadow, forest green capris she’d poured herself into, a lime tube top, and green flipflops. A pair of green heart-shaped sunglasses rested atop her head.

It would be safe to say every head in the place turned as they entered, watching every move. Tramps, but classy tramps. It was like Halloween for the two adventurous girls intent on sucking as much dick as they could hold. It was Go-Time for The Drowning-In-Come Tour.

Securing a room back in the hallway was easy. In fact, the clerk suggested that since they wanted to be in the same room together — an extra $5 — maybe they’d prefer room #4. The girls were intrigued, especially when he said that if they got “good reviews from the gentlemen callers”, he’d refund their fee.

Now inside the room, Mary and Kelly grinned at each other and looked around. The same clean black-and-white tile, the toilet and sink, chair and Kleenex. But this room had a gloryhole on both side walls. Two for one. A narrower room, too – barely six feet across.

“I guess you have to give up some space to get something extra around here, ya think?” said Mary.
“Ohmigod, Mary, I can’t believe this! Perverts really do stick their dicks through these holes and expect to get sucked?”
“Yep, they pay for the privilege …and then it’s your Toy to play with, girl. You do look like the biggest tramp this side of Main Street, you know.”
“Did you see the way everyone was watching us?” gloated Kelly. “We’re stars already.”
“We’re gonna have to think up a new name for us – the Twin Cocksuckers? The Whore Girls?”
“How ‘bout – Sluts ‘R Us?”
“Ha! I like that. Remember the commercial? ‘Sometimes I feel like a slut…’ ”
They switched on the red light outside the room – open for “business”.


RECREATION

“This is more fun when you’re naked,” said Mary, the experienced gloryhole fan.

Kelly responded by kicking off her flipflops, sat on the chair and slipped off her capris. She was always ready to take her clothes off with Mary. Of course she had no panties on. She turned around — ”Do me, hon”. Her friend lifted the tube top over the girl’s head, reached around and pressed her hands into her breasts, and buried her lips on the blonde’s neck.