Undercover Whore Ch. 09

The band was packing up and Frank Sinatra's "In the Wee Small Hours" was playing on the sound system as the five women reclaimed their coats and exited the club. Joseph was waiting for them but this time he didn't leave the car to greet them; it was late and cold, and he'd been working hard while they danced and drank. They had barely been on the road a minute when Angel slid onto the floor, knelt in front of Jodie, and pulled her legs apart. Jodie's eyes went wide with surprise as Angel lifted her skirt and leaned down to place a kiss on the crotch of her panties. She was quite wet down there, both with sweat and lubrication, from the dirty dancing she and Angel had been doing; when Angel pulled the thin strip of fabric aside, her pussy lips were a vivid, glistening pink. As Angel ran the tip of her tongue up the length of Jodie's slit, Miss White glanced over at Monika, who was watching raptly with intense, flashing eyes. And it was indeed a beautiful

The early sounds of the start of a new day accompany warm rays that illuminate Madison's bedroom. The haze of sleep slowly fades away and memories of the night before stir in her mind. Suddenly, her eyes snap open to see her bed mate for the night. Amber's eyes are open and she turns over to face Madison. "Good morning," she says sweetly. "Good morning." It's the most mundane thing to say after the experiences of the night before. Madison reaches out to touch the blonde beauty's shoulder. "Are you alright?" she repeats the question of the night before. Amber giggles a little remembering her peck on the random man's knob. But, for as amusing as she might find it, a glimmer of shame makes her eyes sting. "Yeah," she says. "I'm fine." Madison doesn't know how to comfort the woman. But, she takes the initiative. "I'll make some breakfast. You just rest." The action gives the perky redhead to think