Chapter 47

Claire began sending for Holly and Tammy Collins every once in a while. It was unusual — she liked to give Luke a variety of morning pussy. But she was intrigued with the mother/daughter team. Not only were they attractive and compliant, they were pretty quick. Docile, but fully aware of their circumstances.

Willow had moved them from poverty to comfortable. From parking lot hummers to Pink Pussy. From living in a crappy studio apartment to their own rental house in Four Corners.

Holly and Tammy were grateful without being obsequious. And they showed their appreciation by performing every act that the Stillman family, usually Willow, could think of.

Including Willow’s favorite act. Luke could now place the tip of his cock in Holly’s mouth and plunge it all the way in as forcefully as he wanted. Tammy wasn’t quite there yet; it usually took her a minute or two to fully accommodate him. Willow liked to see her gag, liked to she the frantic look in her eyes, the way her little body stiffened and shuddered for a few seconds.

Willow also liked to lie them down side by side, and have Luke go back and forth, face-fucking one, then the other. Independent of Luke, they also finger-fucked each other, licked each other, did whatever else Willow directed them to.

Sometimes she had Luke butt-fuck them. It had been Tammy’s first excursion into that arena, but she was a trooper. Willow was firm with both of them, but fair. And was a generous tipper after the entertainment was over.

In theory, all of Consuela’s whores would do whatever they were told. But in practice, Consuela usually had them do what was most comfortable, what they enjoyed most.

Holly and Tammy, however, seemed almost eager to please. They undressed, turned to Willow for instructions, and almost gleefully performed whatever sexual activities she wanted.

Willow told her mother, “They’re treasures, those two.”

“Yep.”