Chapter 1

This is not the sort of half-baked thing you just up and do. In fact, it took a few weeks for the yeast to cause the bread to rise. And then there was the research. This all happened almost 10 years ago when we were juniors at Wayne State in Detroit. Looking back, the event that planted the seed occurred when a senior we knew was arrested -- for prostitution! Sheila always dressed a bit slutty, but nobody guessed she was making money that way. Of course, when the story broke, we were able to find Sheila’s ad on a porn site – “Fantasy Date 20 In/Out.” Her face was blurred out, but it was her, for sure. Nice tits!

Unfortunately, one of her admirers was a cop.

This created quite a stir - we all were talking about it. Two themes emerged when my two suite mates and I had enough to drink to get really excited talking about it. First was the curiosity factor - we wondered what it was like to have sex for money, with a stranger? Couldn’t be that bad, could it?

Well maybe some of them are ugly or old or mean, but there had to be some good ones.

And second, somebody reported that prostitution was legal in Canada. Just a few miles away in Windsor, Ontario, Sheila could have sold her skinny pussy legally - American fantasy Date 20 In/Out! Was she stupid or what? Wonder what she charged. What’s that about in/out? Not about a man’s penis it turned out.

Then the dance began as we voice one little idea after another. Did you ever think of doing that? Would you go across to do it? Do you have a passport? I’d be too scared. So would I. Maybe if we went together. Mom and Dad would kill me.

We didn’t really decide to do anything at first, but we kept looking things up. Over time, we learned what different quality girls would charge and how to arrange for contacts. Somebody even looked up hotels. We figured we were worth about $200 an hour and laughed about how we were giving it away for free all the time. Well at least we knew the guys. I would go back to my room and masturbate every time this came up, but we were still just fantasizing.

Anyway, the night came when we decided to do it and started working out the details. First, we had to have pictures - the kind that would lure the men but hide our identity. We decided to go as “American College Trio Take Your Pick.” So we took a picture of the three of us standing side to side with only our panties on. We each had one arm across our nipples and the other pulling the waist of our panties down as far as we thought was decent (LOL). Marla cropped that one so our faces didn’t show. Then there were the individual pictures, mostly from behind.

Anne searched out an old-fashioned motel with doors on the parking lot so our customers didn’t have to go thru the lobby.

We thought we were ready to go when Anne mentioned that some of the men might want a 3-some. I was taken aback because I’d never done that.

And worse, she said they might want to have the two girls have sex first! And I’d NEVER done THAT! So we decided to have a training session. I was totally shy and a little grossed out, to be honest. I couldn’t do it.

Finally, Anne said she would show me.

As Marla looked on, Anne unbuttoned my blouse as she started French-porno kissing me. She reached around behind me and unclipped my bra. Her cool hands brushed across my nipples. I was actually getting wet. My eyes were closed but I felt her press her lips against my nipple. And then the other. Oh my god, she was suckling me!

She guided me to the edge of the bed. I flopped back with my feet hanging down over the edge. Anne reached up my skirt and pulled down my panties. I was so so wet and, at the same time, embarrassed. She was kissing my thighs and working her way up up up. I felt her cool fingers rubbing my oh so sensitive lips. Then as she started kissing my lips her finger probed deeper and found my hard little clit. I couldn’t imagine how I could get so aroused when I was so embarrassed, but it was happening.

She had me going pretty loud when her tongue took over where her finger had been and two fingers found their way deep into my vagina. I was already cumming and Marla was sucking one nipple and rubbing the other. The in/out (those words again) motion of Anne’s fingers sent me through one of the strongest orgasms ever. Then it was over.

Anne said, “Your turn!” and I almost died. She could see the fear on my face. “Here,” she said, “I’ll undress for you.” And she did. Anne was a pretty girl with nice round B tits and a flat tummy. Her pussy was shaved except for a little decoration out front. (I would have to shave myself, too!)

“Just pretend you are a man. Do what a man would do and you’ll be fine.” Oh yeah, sure! Maybe this Canada thing wasn’t such a good idea.

Anyway, she put both my hands on her breasts and sighed convincingly when I rubbed them. Then she took one of my hands and guided it between her legs. “Rub me, please.” I could feel she was wet as I rubbed her outside. Then, “Rub my clit!” And I did.

Her moans and sighs got more and more irregular as I managed to get her cumming. “Put your finger in - be the man! Moan.” Her insides felt so hot as they enveloped my fingers. What a nice feeling. And her hips were thrusting her up every time I pushed my fingers deeper.

“Oh yes. Oh yes,” she moaned, “Lick me. Oh god. Lick me, too.” That didn’t bother me as much as I expected and she tasted so sweet. I fingered her and licked her and, with my fingers out, pushed my tongue into her, like so many guys had done to me. And then we both took care of Marla.

So the big night finally came. We crossed over that afternoon. I just knew the US and Canadian border guards could tell what we were up to. I tried not to look embarrassed as they barely glanced at our passports. The motel wasn’t far. I’m pretty sure the desk clerk actually did know what we were doing. 3 girls asking for 2 rooms? Right. He smiled at us, said have a good evening and handed us the keys. We already had a Canadian cell phone and a stash of condoms - way too many it turned out.

We put up the C--L--.com ad with all the pictures and our number and waited. It wasn’t long before we started scheduling appointments. We told the men we wanted $200 for one hour with one of us. If they wanted a threesome we had decided we would just charge double since we hadn’t figured out what the going rate actually was.

The first man arrived. A heavy-set fellow whose finger betrayed the missing wedding ring. We lined up in front of him in our short skirts and halters and recited our pseudonyms: I was Darling, Anne was Melody and Marla was Angel. He picked Angel - she was a bit more filled out, so to speak, than Anne, I mean Melody, and me. Marla/Angel kissed him and took him next door.