Ladies Of Pleasure - (NFSW) (AmeliaRP & SweetScarlett)

[AmeliaRP]

Becoming a lady of pleasure was a stange profession for Natasha Neumann to be entering into, even if she was only considering the possibility and on a part-time basis. She never liked the term herself but she was essentially a misandrist. It was more a prejudice or dislike for the male specie rather than a real hatred. After all they made up half of the world's population and like it or not women had to live with them but how was the question. Her aversion actually did not necessarily mean that she had lesbian tendencies instead. At least that is what she thought. Not that the 21 year old had thought that much about it. If anything she was probably asexual. Quite sensuous perhaps but there was a clear distinction although she had been largely celebite. It was odd thus she was seeking to work as an escort nut the main reason was financial needs. There was the cash urgently required to complete her college education and perhaps become a teacher or lecturer. But even about her future career, the large chested blonde was unsure what she really wanted to do. Even become an actress or a model played on her mind even if she had probably left it too late.

"Really nice of you to come round. I wasn't sure if you would or whether you were serious im your offer." Answering the door of her modest accommodation, Natasha invited in the high class Companion of the Night as she preferred to call herself . She wasn't quite sure how to greet her guest but all the same offered her am affectionate hug even though she did not know her. They had briefly meet at an online conference that discussed various adult job opportunities with the prospect to make some real money and quickly. The raven haired offered to brief her about the world's oldest profession, both the pros and cons without pulling any punches. tThe 22 year old was particular concerned about possible pitfalls she need to overcome if she was to become a lady of pleasure. One obviously would include her misdandry.

"It's all really new to me but I felt I needed to do something. It's a big ask though. If I don't do something I could be soon out of the apartment, small that it is." It was a confession to her guest. Natasha was wearing a red and black open shirt with a white tee underneath and a pair of scampish combat shorts. She felt so desperate that she , had little to loose if she was to rescue her life. She risked losing her family and even some of her friends though if any of them found out about her planned new profession. . The blonde did not quite look at it the same as she invited her new curvaceous acquaintance to follow her through to the kitchen and offered his to take a seat on one of the high stools at the breakfast bar there. "Do you want a drink of something? I haven't that much though."

 

[Sweet Scarlett]

It was difficult for Jenna Johnson to believe she had found such an ideal and willing blonde who was so naïve. She herself had been a Lady of Pleasure for almost a decade yet was only a couple of years older than the buxom blonde who invited her to her apartment. Chatting to her online she was enchanted Natasha's unsophistication. It had been a while since she had come across someone so impressionable and gullible and yet naturally seductive. The 22 year old had something very special, almost unique, and yet was oblivious about it.

"You're even more divine in the flesh, honey. You'll having them queuing at the door." It wasn't often that the raven haired encountered such supple and succulent boobs that were of such delectable proportions yet so unspoiled. She took full advantage to find out as they embraced in a brief but intimate hug when the blonde greeted her. There was so much inherent and embryonic potential. Natasha seemed so raw, uninhibited and yet unpretentious and demur. She loved her.

"Why don't we just take our drinks through to the bedroom, Sweetheart. I'd really love to see your wardrobe first." From the way she abased herself, Jenna did not expect anything special from her attire of clothes but then again the blonde was such a modest and unassuming person. As she made herself comfortable on the side of the bed, the Companion of the Night hoped she would at least be able to see more more of her scrumptuous flesh during her little fashion show. After all she was advising her about the risk and rewards of being Ladies of Pleasure.

 

[AmeliaRP]

"I did a photoshoot. I thought I could be a model and this guy agreed." Natasha became so excited when she saw her invited guest seemed to have so much interest in her. She'd loved to do a few catwalks even if she didn't have much to wear. It was when she remembered the few photos she had taken fairly recently outside near by. It wasn't professional. They were taken by someone she met by chance who convinced she had what it takes. She sat next to Jenna on the edge of her bed to show her some of the portfolio.

"It isn't much. They were just taken in what I'm wearing now. You can look for yourself." The set included her in various positions, stretching, hanging and sitting in a tree as well as a number of others shot in the vicinity. Being so close, the blonde could not but inhale the bewitching aroma of Jenna. Such an exquisite fragrance of her perfume and body scent combined. Natasha thought that the experienced Lady of Pleasure could teach her so much about so many thing. She felt so lucky to have met her.

"The guy was so rough afterwards. I just managed to get his memory card out of his camera before I quickly fled." It turned out to be an ordeal that she preferred to forget but at least she got a set of photos out of it. The 22 year old graduate went quiet for a while but she wasn't one to let things get her down for long despite of her financial trouble. It had temporarily slipped her mind that the stylish woman in her bedroom wanted her to showcase her assets.

"You should see my tattoos first. You must have noticed them. My piercings too." Sunddenlt the well-endowed blonde was bouyant again, springing back into life. Within a whisper she started to strip off within touching distance from the tastefully dressed madam checking out her credentials to join her distinguished profession. On show were her most prized possessions of all though litle did Natasha realise her invaluable richness.

 

[Sweet Scarlett]

So sweet Natasha was. Genuine and guileless too though perhaps not entirely virtuous or moral. To such an experienced courtesan as Jenna she seemed totally unsuited for the profession she was striving to join. That is apart from her perfect anatomy as far as she was concerned. Jenna was scrutinising her every moment after showing her the portfolio of pictures. She couldn't take her big brown ebony eyes off her and did little to hide her fascination with a young woman with a much lighter complexion than her own.

"Here let me help you? Just take your time. Remember the longer you take your clients pay more." The raven haired Lady of Pleasure turned to assist the blonde take her top off over her head. As much as she yearned to test the spongy texture of the heavenly breasts, the younger woman was blessed with, she disciplined herself. Even though she could have so easily brushed the knuckles of her fingers along the veneer of the delightful peaches without any retort. Jenna had never been so attracted to other women before having tolerated so many men over the years. But since setting her eyes on Natasha she seemed like a much sweeter and sugarcoated alternative.

"I've never had tatts myself but they suit some people. I think you're so beautiful with or without." The temptation proved too much. She felt sure that the lovely faired skinned girl also needed a little comfort and would not mind. Jemma leaned over and gave her a brief kiss and on the lips. It was more of a peck but a wet one that made it all the more enjoyable and tasty. She decided though not to help the girl who rented the apartment out of her black lace knickers, unsure if she wanted to take them off too although she seemed to have tattoos everywhere. The piercing in her navel, the raven haired girl also liked. When it came to bodies others always seemed to be more ambitious.

 

[AmeliaRP]

"I was thinking more of the older guy market. Maybe they are less demanding and not so conceited. Would that be true." Natasha perched herself on top of the remnants of a thick, rustic beam, used as a mantelpiece of a very old fireplace that had been removed. She was very self-conscious about her body but was unsure if her invited visitor meant what she said when she complimented her as being beautiful. She had given the busty blonde an endearing smooch on her lips even if it was ever so brief. But she was ever so pleased the dark complexioned woman had come over to see her. The modest 22 year old would rather not go with any man but that was the only way she thought she be able to make any money.

Both of the girls appeared to be quite laid-back. Neither seemed to be in a hurry, no one seeming to be judgmental nor very demanding. But first impression often turn out to be wrong. That was often the unfortunate case for the taller, fairer girl. It could be said to be the story of her life. She never seemed to be in control of it herself and chose what tended to be the wrong friends. Yet she always thought she had so much to offer herself but others would end up manipulating her with their own hidden agenda. Jenna seemed to be different, she hoped. She had after all volunteered to help her when she had not sought it and come out of her way to see her.

"I don't suppose you can be too selective, is that right? But there must be lots of punters, most I'd rather not like to become acquainted with." Natasha feared it would be more the case of beggars can't be choosers but hoped it wasn't the situation. She felt she needed some kind of break but such had been a regular juncture in her experience and always picking the wrong path. It wasn't that the blonde sitting on the mantelpiece sculpture was a defeatist, she always tended to look on the bright side and could be often buoyant even for no special reason at all. Lost in her thoughts, she had again forgotten about her planned catwalk for the moment but so did the Companion of the Night.

 

[Sweet Scarlett]

"Old guys can be as demanding as young ones. Some even worse. You'll need a Madam to look after you." Jenna wasn't going to tell her that she wouldn't mind the job itself. It could even be the reason why she came. But the Lady of Pleasure had conflicting interests. She would prefer to keep Natasha for herself even if she wasn't strictly lesbian. It was a relatively new interest and she had suddenly found herself enraptured by her. Such a difference it was to her tedious job of satisfying guys without getting much gratification herself. It was more than a welcome break for her. If truth be told, the raven haired guest wouldn't mind getting out of the game altogether.

Such a natural she thought the blonde was, even more so as Natasha did not seem to realise how delicious and scrumptious she herself was. Jenna was often quite impulsive, sometimes to her own cost. But she could resist no longer. She had to get up and be more familiar with the fair-skinned peach who she saw for the first time during a zoom conference last week. As she approached the mantelpiece, her left hand slipped instinctive on the nymph's right inner thigh as she leaned to give her a much more juicy kiss this them after her earlier sample. Jenna looked longing into her impassioned yet indecisive amber eyes.

"You're so right, my love. It is an uncertain world out there. We can't always be shrewd, we need others to depend upon." Her fingers gradually snaked their way between her legs, soon reaching her treasure trove but restrained from entering after making a precursory greeting. The two alluring pearls were in such close proximately that the naked filly's shin was lodged against encroaching tresspasser's biding mound. Just one buttonof Jenna's black halter minidress at the back of her neck needed to be loosened to leave her in all but a pair of frilly boy shorts panties. Was Natasha totally unaware of being on the fringe of being seduced?

 

[AmeliaRP]

There was a sense of deja vu. Why was she always so weak-willed? Whenever Natasha was in company of people, she felt so passive, almost inert. It never quite turned out as she hoped. The 22 year old blonde believed she had so much to offer and wanted to be responsive even dynamic if she was capable. Yet once again she found her visitor quietly being dominant and herself adopting a more subordinate role. She blamed it on a lack of schooling, she had never been to college and learn how to be more confident and assertive. How much she would love to set her own agenda. As it was, the dark, raven haired woman seemed to be in charge without even doing much, while she was just a shadow of herself.

"I'm so pleased you came over to help me. I really am. You're so sweet too." Natasha could not remember when she was last touched so gently. Her recollections were always with men who were rough and did not smell nice. Even then there were very few and far between. The voluptuous blonde
had become something of a loner, not quite a hermit but more isolated. Much had been in her own making, feeling unworthy and incompatible. There was no doubt that she was depressed much of the time and only made the situation only worse for herself in her detached world. But she could only agree with her obscure stalker about the ambiguities of life as she sought to comfort her.

"I wish that I could kiss like you. It seems to come so natural." It was outside her limits to reciprocate. The taller and much more endowed wench was more a recipient, a benficiary of desire, rather than passionate herself. Or at least that's how she functioned and kept her manners. Reaching up with her hands, Natasha loosened her messy bun and let her hair down in more ways than one, loving every moment of being touched in her most intimate places. Taking the lead from Jenna she eventually took up the offer to untie her halter clasp. "Do make yourself at home. It'll be truly divine if you wish to stay the night too.."

 

[Sweet Scarlett]

"I can teach you all you need to know, honey. It would be my pleasure." Jenna let her black minidress fall to the floor after it slowly slide over her body when the buxom nymph had unfastened it for her. The visiting Lady of Pleasure was left standing in just a pair of white briefs. Parting Natasha's legs as she was still perched on the archaic mantelpiece, she leaned in. First teasing one of her classical pendent boobs then the other, she switched her attention to the fair maiden's sculptured face, tracing her features with her finger until it eventually slides into her mouth. It was followed up be a brief wet kiss on her upper then lower lips.

"All the guys are going to love you, sweetheart. None will be able to get enough of you. There'll be queues waiting." Her passionate kiss had been in readiness. The more petite enigmatic women had been patient since the moment she arrived in the apartment. Perhaps even from when she first saw her on cam. The whole night lay ahead of them when the uncertain blonde asked her to stay. She would certainly make herself comfortable with neither of them in a hurry. It was slowly that Jenna loved it and she would ensure she maximised her time with her ladylove. Her lips lingered heavily on hers. It was giving her an appetite to eat her wholesomely. Her own juices were oozing in anticipation.

"Remember how precious you are, my love. No one should be able to ever afford you. Never forget." Her ebony eyes rolled and rolled around every nook and crevice of her mouthwatering body. Such an unexpected price she had found in the most unforeseen place. Jenna felt so fortunate, even privileged. Natasha was so ripe and ready for taking with such unplumbed depths. She was unable to keep her hands off her and so was so obliging and accommodating, not even being fully aware of her own beauty, allure and charm. "Just let me love you, unleash how gorgeous you actually are. I want to make you whimper until morning and more."