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and fold, then the ass, until everything was smelling baby<br />
clean. Girl handed me a tissue, and I wiped off my bright red<br />
lips so I wouldn’t stain her milky-white skin. We both popped<br />
a mint and jumped into the booth.<br />
The customer was already back from the ATM. Girl had<br />
trained him well. As soon as he spied us, several twenties<br />
pushed excitedly through the makeshift tip slot—a small,<br />
barely noticeable crack below the bill acceptor carved by<br />
some unknown saint so that we girls could actually make<br />
some money around this place. The customer pumped a few<br />
more twenties into the machine, and the shade rose.<br />
“Hi,” Girl said, coyly. “Nice to see you again.”<br />
were piled high. We were both completely naked now...except<br />
for our seven-inch, strappy heels and Girl’s white, kneehigh<br />
stockings.<br />
I sat on my heels and arched back with my hands behind me,<br />
thrusting my tanned, lean hips toward her. Girl was still standing,<br />
and I told her to straddle me so I could lick her pussy. She<br />
smiled.<br />
I started at the back of her knee, licking and kissing ever so<br />
lightly, making gooseflesh form on her leg. I moved up the<br />
inside of her thigh slowly, stopping here and there to draw<br />
her flesh into my mouth so I could suck and savor her salty<br />
flavor.<br />
“Nice to see both of you,” he said with a boyish grin.<br />
“This is my girlfriend,” Girl said, stroking my bare shoulder.<br />
The customer’s eyes turned big as plates.<br />
“I mean, she’s my real girlfriend,” she went on. “We get together<br />
outside of here, too. I bet you’d like to see real girlfriends<br />
get it on.”<br />
He looked like he was going to pee his pants. “Whatever you<br />
girls want to do is fine with me,” he said with a gulp. “You can<br />
pretend I’m not here if you want.”<br />
“Okay, baby,” Girl purred, “we’ll pretend we’re in our bedroom,<br />
then...alone.”<br />
With that, I grabbed the bottom of Girl’s tiny T-shirt and<br />
pulled it up over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra—she<br />
didn’t need to. Her breasts were small and pink with puffy<br />
nipples looking ready to bloom. I reached out and cupped<br />
them, enjoying how small and firm they felt. I fingered her<br />
nipples and gave them a nice pinch, knowing how much she<br />
liked it rough. She smiled and writhed with delight and started<br />
clawing at my shirt. I helped her get it over<br />
my head, and as soon as she saw my bare tits,<br />
she pulled me into her, hard. We rubbed our<br />
tits together for a while, nipples bristling, then<br />
I pulled away and started kissing and sucking<br />
at her childlike bosom.<br />
“Mmmm...I like that,“ she cooed.<br />
“Stand up so I can take off your panties,” I ordered.<br />
When she did, I jammed my fingers down the sides of her<br />
white cotton panties, ripping them down to her ankles so that<br />
her bare little pussy was staring me right in the eye. It was<br />
one of those pretty pink pussies where everything fits neat<br />
and tidy between the lips.<br />
I stood up and pulled my panties down myself. I stepped out<br />
of them and kicked them to the corner, where our clothes<br />
When I got between her legs, her body tensed with anticipation.<br />
I paused, then stretched out my tongue—just grazing<br />
the very tip of her clit. She gasped, but I didn’t stay there. I<br />
wanted to tease her. It made me wet knowing how much she<br />
wanted it. I started down the inside of her other thigh.<br />
When I finished bathing Girl with my tongue, we laid down<br />
side by side, facing the customer with our vibrators turned<br />
on. Mine was lagging a little as the batteries needed changing,<br />
while Girl’s hummed away at a cheery pitch. It wasn’t<br />
long before she was moaning—a loud, lascivious moan like<br />
she was really enjoying herself.<br />
The batteries in my vibrator were fading, so I tossed it aside<br />
and got behind Girl. I started kissing her below the ear—my<br />
bare pussy glued to her ass. I bit down on the lobe and held<br />
it as I firmly gripped the inside of her thighs, flattening my<br />
breasts onto her back. I wanted her to think of me—not the<br />
vibrator—fucking her. She sighed loudly. Our hips rolled in<br />
perfect sync as she worked the vibrator to a feverish pitch.<br />
Beads of sweat were running down her back, my skin was<br />
sticking to hers, and we became one sweaty mess.<br />
It was one of those pretty pink<br />
pussies where everything fits neat<br />
and tidy between the lips.<br />
I heard her say something under her breath. Her voice was all<br />
shaky. She started talking to herself like someone else was<br />
working the vibrator.<br />
“Yeah, that’s it...oooh, right there,” she whispered.<br />
My fingers slid toward the vibrator. I could feel her sweaty<br />
mound and her hand rocking back and forth. I searched for<br />
her clit, but she was already there, rubbing. I put my hand on<br />
top of hers and she pulled away, letting me take over. She<br />
leaned forward toward the glass, bracing herself with her free<br />
hand, while she continued to fuck herself.<br />
ASTONISHING TALES OF A PEEP SHOW GIRL 207
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