"Come on, tell me who it is! I swear I won't tell.." Jim promised, dying to know the name of the hot women he'd just enjoyed.
"My lips are sealed," Julie responded, "It's part of the price she paid… and I'm sure she'll be happy with what she bought. I don't know where I'll get the next stud… she's sure to ask for you again next week."
Jim cursed the fact that he'd be back in Nebraska, fucking boring vanilla Nebraska, by then. There was no not-going-back; he had to help his father with the farm.
"Anyway, I better get back in there and get her unhooked. Wait for me and I'll walk you out."
Julie went back into the mirrored room, closing the door behind her. Jim heard a bolt slide from the other side of the door.
'Doesn't trust me,' Jim thought but at least he wouldn't be tempted. He had to hand it to Julie, she'd planned things in such a way that he'd never know who Kitten was.
He wiped off his shrunken dick and armpits and then began dressing. He put on his underwear and jeans and was pulling on his socks when he realized he wouldn't mind a glass of water to help cool down. He went to the bar and walked around behind it. There was a lot of bottles underneath but they were all hard liquor. He tried the hoses that might have water or some other kind of mixers but they weren't turned on or hooked up to a tank.
He'd walked past a pantry door at the open end of the bar and he went to it and opened it, hoping there might be some canned soda or something.
Instead of shelves, however, he found himself looking at a long, dim room with several couches down the left side, end to end. The right wall looked like it was made of a dark glass. But that wall should be the mirrored wall of the room he'd…
"Wait a fuckin' minute!" he said softly. He moved past the pantry door and kept his body against the right wall as he moved toward where the glass started. 'Glass, my ass! It's got to be a two-way mirror, the whole wall…bet people use these couches to watch and get their jollies… and I maybe get to see who the hell Kitten is!' He peeked an eye around the corner, even though he was sure he couldn't be seen, and looked into the mirrored sex room he'd just used.
He'd been surprised and shocked by many things since he'd arrived in New York — his sister stripping in a club, learning about her and Julie being lovers, the sexual procurement that Julie did on a regular basis — but what he saw looking in that room made him feel all weirded out.
Julie hadn't let Kitten out of her suit and Jim could see the two of them were getting it on. That should not have been weird since Julie was a real sexual person and Kitten was a kinky wonder. What weirded him out was what they were doing — what Kitten was doing.
Kitten was down on her knees in front of Julie, hands still locked behind her back. Julie was naked now; her skirt was laying on the bed along with a leather sling of some kind. Julie's hands were holding the still, faceless latex head of Kitten and Julie was moving her ass. Julie was fucking Kitten's mouth with her dick.
Julie had a dick!
"Aaaahhhhhh…Lizzie, I love you…God, I love you," Julie purred as she pumped her prick in her lover's wet mouth. Lizzie hadn't been surprised when she'd asked for some relief after she'd escorted out the person she thought was a client; Lizzie knew how turned on she got watching her with other people. And seeing Jim and his sister have sex had her oh so fucking horny.
"AAAaaahhhh…oh, baby, just like that!..aaaahh, aaahhh…I'm close… aahhhh…yes, yessss…AAAhhhhh…I'm gonna pull out!.. Aaaahhh…now!Nowww!"
Julie jerked her spasming dick out of Lizzie's mouth and it spat several ropes of her cum on her lover's latex shrouded face and open mouth.
"Oooh, Jules!" Elizabeth gasp up at her. "God…ummm….mmmm." Julie's body shook with delirious tremors as she finished her pent up climaxation. She'd been forced to keep her erection strapped away during the Andrews' hot session but the payoff had been unbelievable.
Coming back to Earth, Julie squeezed out a last drop of cum on the chin of the red suit and watched Lizzie's tongue clean her lips.
"God, that was great as usual!" she said as she helped Lizzie to her feet and reached around her form to unbuckle the strap that held her wrists.
Jim had been holding out some hope that maybe Julie had on some elaborate dildo sex toy but then he saw her shoot on Kitten's face. It just couldn't be a fake; but it couldn't be real either. He was looking at Julie's body and there was just no way she wasn't a female. That ass, those legs, the waist… there was just no way. Take away the tits and she was still a flat chested female.
'Who are you kidding?' Jim thought. 'She's a fucking guy, for Christ's sake.' Thinking back to the kissing and assfucking he'd shared with him made him feel sick now.
Julie stood Kitten up and began to undo the straps behind her back. Jim had to see who she was.
"There we go," Julie said to Elizabeth as her hands came free. "Now turn around and we'll get you out of this….what did you think about the guy?"
"There was something about him that I really liked Most guys just want the suck-and-fuck but he seemed, I don't know, more like he wanted me to have fun as well," Lizzie said as Julie worked on the straps that held her hood on. "I liked not being able to see him. But I wish I could have talked to him, you know, during. Do you think he'll be a regular?"
Julie undid the final strap for the hood and hooked her thumbs under the back of the neck portion and pulled it up and off, the sown-in ponytail hanging down in Julie's face until she cast it on the bed.
"I wouldn't count on it…he's out of town a lot or so he says," Julie half- lied as she pulled of the hair net Elizabeth had been wearing and then ran her fingers through her scrunched-down locks, pulling her wavy blonde hair down off her shoulders. "But he told me you were the hottest piece of ass he'd ever had."
Lizzie looked back at her over her right shoulder, her face flushed from the suit's heat and Julie kissed her cheek before starting on the rest of the buckles.
"Oh…then I know he'll might be back," she heard Elizabeth say. Julie got Elizabeth out of the suit and told her she had to see her client off. Lizzie padded toward the hidden bathroom door, which was mirrored like the rest of the wall, to shower and change back into her clothes.
Julie put on her cockstrap and secured it, then her skirt and blouse. Stepping into her high heels, she ran her fingers through her long black hair and tried to get herself together for Jim.
Satisfied that she was ready, she went to the door, unlocked the bolt and stepped into the next room, a smile on her lips.
The room was empty, his clothes were gone and the door to the hallway was open.
"Jim?" She walked to the door and looked down the hall. Butch was walking away from the front door.
"Butch, did he leave?" "Yeah, he just split," Butch said as he sat back down at his table.
'Strange…very strange,' Julie thought. Now she'd have to take his sister out the back way. For all she knew he was lurking out front somewhere, hoping to see the famous actress he thought he'd fucked.
"If he comes back, don't let him back in." Satisfied that she would be able to keep the two from finding out, she plopped down on the couch and waited for Elizabeth, feeling very satisfied with the way everything had went.
Jim Andrews sat in the back of the cab, vacantly staring out at the buildings sliding by, his mind trying to reconstruct how the hell he'd been tricked into having sex with his sister.
When he'd seen it was Elizabeth, he'd grabbed his shirt and gotten the hell out of there. He knew he wouldn't be able to act straight in front of Julie knowing that she had a dick and he'd just boned Elizabeth, his own sister.
His emotions were all over the place — he felt angry, excited, betrayed, sad, curious. Most, if not all of his anger, was at Julie. And that was all about her hiding her true sex and then seducing him. All that stuff about not letting anyone touch her pussy…wearing that little skirt over her leather pants in her bedroom, only taking it off when she was laying on her stomach — now he knew why! He didn't like the thought that she'd been sporting a woodie when he fucked her butthole.