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Subject: {ASSM} The Lottery - Part 50 (MF, FF, exb, oral, inc, con)
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The Lottery - Part 50 (MF, FF, exb, oral, inc, con)
By: Dark Vision


Don and Marge walked into Marc and Anne's house and went to the
kitchen.  They helped themselves to fresh coffee and joined
their siblings at the counter.  The kids had already left for
school and the four adults had several important matters to
discuss.

Don and Marc had met with Jerry and Sam Mitchell, their money
manager, the day before and the men wanted to bring their wives
up to date regarding their financial position.

"How did the meeting go yesterday?"  Anne asked.  "Are we doing
okay?"

"We're doing much better than okay, we're doing great," Don
replied.  "Sam and Jerry have made some suggestions and we need
to consider their ideas."

"What's the problem?"  Marge said.

"To be quite honest, we're making too much money.  Sam and
Jerry have set up a family trust that will take care of our
children's' children.  The investments that Sam has made, on our
behalf, have grown very fast and we need to find ways of
sheltering some of the money."  Marc said.

"I have never heard of such a thing," Anne said.  "How in the
world can we be making too much money?"

"I don't understand either," Marge added.  "Just how much are
we talking about here?"

Don took a folder out of the attaché he had brought with him
and opened it.  He took out a statement, which Sam had provided,
and looked at the numbers.

"As of yesterday, we have about eighty-five million dollars."
Don said.

"How much of that is in the trust?"  Anne asked.

"None of it," Don replied.  "The eighty-five million is after
we funded the trust and paid all of the fees associated with
establishing it."

"I'm sorry guys, you are way over my head.  I still don't see
the problem," Anne said.

"The problem is, if we don't shelter some of the money, we'll
have to pay almost half of it in taxes," Marc informed the
girls.  "We don't want to do that, we would rather invest it."

"I thought that is what we have Sam for, to invest the money,"
Marge said.

"Sam invests in stocks and bonds, as well as a few other
vehicles, we need to consider other investments.  We need
Investments that will provide some type of loss for us.  Marc
and I don't really understand all of the aspects, but Sam and
Jerry assured us they would help."  Don said.

Marge and Anne looked puzzled.  They sat and thought about what
their husbands were telling them, but none of it made any sense
to them.

"I just can't grasp the concept of trying to loose money,"
Marge said.  "It doesn't make any sense to me.  Shouldn't we be
trying to make more money instead of trying to loose it?"

"I will try to explain," Don said.  "If we do nothing, the
government will take about forty million in taxes.  If we invest
forty million, in the right vehicle, we will only have to pay
about twenty million in taxes.  We would rather use the money to
fund a business, or two, rather than give it away in taxes.  We
will also make some very hefty contributions to reduce our taxes."

"Listen," Anne said.  "As far as I'm concerned, you guys can do
whatever you two think is best.  You were able to support our
families on less than eighty thousand dollars a year before, so
I'm confidant that you two will have little trouble with the
kind of money we are talking about now."

"Eighty thousand dollars," Marge said to Anne.  "When did you
guys ever make that kind of money?"

"I'm talking about our combined income Marge.  When we were all
working we made less than that."  Anne replied.

All four of them began to laugh.  They could remember how hard
it was to be making ends meet before they're good fortune and
the sacrifices they all made for the kids.

Don put his paper back into the folder and slipped it back into
the case.  He went to the stove and filled everyone's coffee
cups and sat back down.

"Marc and I can take care of the money if you two want us to.
We just want you to be informed.  We have always been very open
and honest with each other and I don't want that to change," Don
said.

"You know," said Anne.  "It's only been a little over four
months since we won the money, but it seems longer.  Things have
changed so much for us, so fast, and we have been able to remain
the type of people we were before.  I can remember how hard it
was for all of us in the early years and the things we did to
get by.  I'm so very grateful that our kids will never have to
go through the tough times we endured."

The group became a bit solemn as they thought about what Anne
had said.  They all thought back and remembered some of the
things they felt they had to do.

"Do you remember the winter that you guys were laid off and how
we thought that we weren't going to be able to afford Christmas
presents for the kids?"  Marge said softly.  "We could barely
pay the bills at that time."

Don nodded and put his hand on his wife's leg.  He looked first
at her and then at his sister.

"Yes, I remember.  I remember that if it hadn't been for the
great sacrifices that you two girls made, we would have lost the
cars and the houses.  To this day, I'm impressed by the courage
and the determination you girls had, and just how unselfish you
two were.  I can't imagine how hard it was for you to do what
you did."  Don said.

"I can remember that when you told us about your plan, Don and
I almost went ballistic," Marc said, putting his arms around the
two women.

Marge and Anne's eyes began to fill with tears as they thought
about that time in their lives.  Anne suggested that they all go
into the family room so they could be more comfortable.  The
four of them went in and sat on one of the large couches, the
women between the men.

Marc and Don put their arm around their wife's shoulder and sat
quietly as the girls tried to regain their composure.

"I don't know how courageous we were, more like desperate.  We
had four very young children and there was no way Anne and I
were going to tell them that Santa wasn't coming," Marge said.
"It just wasn't an option."

"I'm just glad that we all got through the ordeal and managed
to stay together," Anne said.  "It could have easily ripped our
families apart."

"Well," Marc said.  "We all managed to get past it and move on.
The shop reopened after the holidays and Don and I were never
laid off again."

"I can still remember it like it was yesterday," Marge said.
"When Cid asked us if we wanted to earn a little extra cash,
Anne and I jumped at the chance.  It was only after he explained
what we would be doing that I began to get cold feet."

"Yeah, me too," Anne said.

"What ever happened to the outfits you girls wore?"  Marc asked.

"I have no idea," Marge said.  "That was so long ago.  We were
only about twenty years old as I remember."

"I know what happened to them," Anne said.  "I have them
upstairs in a box."

"You're kidding Anne," Marge said in surprise.  "Why did you
keep them?"

Anne shrugged her shoulders and smiled.  "I guess I thought
that someday we could wear them again, for our husbands."

"I don't think I ever saw the outfits," Don said.

"You never did.  Anne and I would always change after we left
home and then again before we got back.  We thought that if you
saw them, you would make us quit," Marge said.

"I would really like to see them," Marc said.

The two women began to laugh at the thought of wearing the
outfits again.  Marge said,  "I'm not so sure they would still
fit us, like I said...that was a long time ago.  I think we were a
little thinner back then."

Don glanced at his watch and sat up straight.  "Marc," he said.
"It's almost ten o'clock, we have to get going."

Marc nodded, kissed Anne and got up.

"Where are you two going?"  Marge asked.

"We have to run over to Jerry's office and sign some papers.
We should be back by noon."  Don replied.

"Okay," Marge said.  "We will fix lunch when you two get back."

Don picked up his attaché and left with Marc.  The two women
relaxed on the couch for a few minutes and then Anne stood up.

"Well Mitzi," Anne giggled.  "Do you want to see if those
costumes still fit?"

"Why the hell not Amber," Marge said, laughing out loud.

It was the first time that the two women had referred to one
another by the spurious names they used when they worked for
Cid.  The women went up to Anne's bedroom and Marge waited while
her sister in law retrieved an old white dress box from her
closet.  Anne set the box on her bed and used her fingernail to
break the yellowed tape that secured the top.

After carefully removing the fragile top from the box, Anne
folded back a layer of white tissue paper, revealing the
contents.  She pulled one of the garments from the box and held
it to her breasts.

"I can't believe that we acutely wore these things in front of
strangers," Marge said as she looked at the clothing that Anne
held up.

Anne put the garment back onto the bed and turned to Marge.

"What do you think, should we take a nice hot bath and dress up
for the guys?"  Anne said.

"I like the idea of a bath Anne, we'll have to see how those
things look after we put them on before I agree to let Don see
me in it."

"That's fair, come on."

Anne went into the bath and started the water flowing into the
large whirlpool tub.  The women removed their clothes and, once
the tub was full, climbed in.  Anne pushed a button on the edge
of the tub and the water began to churn.  She poured a capful of
fragrant bath oil into the tub and the water began to foam.  The
two women settled into the hot bubbling bath and relaxed.

"I wonder what ever happened to Cid," Anne said.

"Who cares?  I'm just happy I never have to see him again."

"I can still remember that fat little asshole, he would come
into the restaurant every morning and order the exact same thing."

"I remember, two eggs over easy, two strips of bacon, white
toast, and a glass of orange juice.  Every once in a while he
would have coffee, but not very often."  Marge said.

Anne moved around so she was sitting across from Marge.  She
moved her foot between her sister-in-law's legs and gently
caressed her mons with her toes.  Marge parted her legs and
scooted down into the water, putting her foot against Anne's
crotch.

"I will never forget the day he asked us if we wanted to work a
couple nights a week," Anne said.

As the two women gently rubbed each other's crotches with their
feet, they began to reminisce the events that had taken place
over twelve years ago.

* * * *

It was a very cold November and there was all ready a blanket
of snow covering the ground.  Don and Marc had just been told
that their shop was being closed down temporarily due to a lack
of work.  Things were slow in Detroit and even the restaurant
that the girls worked in saw a drop in business.

Marge had just placed Cid's breakfast on the counter in front
of him and went to talk with Anne.  Cid was a regular at the
family restaurant, coming in everyday for breakfast and always
ordering the same thing.  He must have over heard Marge and Anne
discussing their money troubles, because when Marge went back to
check on him he asked her if she and Anne would like to make a
little extra money.

Motioning for Anne to come over, the two girls listened to
Cid's offer.

"I run a card game a couple night a week for some big
gamblers," he said.  "I need a couple of cute young girls to
serve drinks and snacks to these men."

Anne and Marge looked at one another and Marge asked, "How much
does it pay?"

"I will give each of you girls one hundred dollars a night to
work.  Any tips you make are yours to keep.  Most of these guys
are fairly well off and they usually tip pretty well.  The last
girls I had made five or six hundred dollars on some nights,"
Cid told them.

Anne was skeptical and asked, "What else do we have to do,
that's a lot of money for serving drinks."

"I'm hiring you to serve drinks, that's all.  What else you do
is none of my business."

"What did the other girls do to make four or five hundred in
tips, it must have been more than just serve chips and beers,"
Marge said.

"I'm not going to lie to you girls, some of the guys that play
can get a little...let's say grabby.  You will most likely get
your asses grabbed and your tits squeezed, but that's up to you.
The friendlier you are, the more money you can make."

"I don't know Cid, it sounds a little fishy to me," Marge said.

"It does to me too," Anne said.  "Where are these games held?"

"I rent a suite at a hotel downtown for the games.  We move
around, using a different hotel each week.  As you know,
gambling is illegal and we don't want the cops to catch on."

Marge and Anne moved away from Cid so they could talk in
private.  After several minutes of discussion, they went back to
talk to Cid.

"When do you need an answer Cid, do we have any time to think
about your offer?"  Anne asked him.

"Today is Monday, I will need to have your answer by Wednesday
at the latest."

"Shit Cid, that's only two days," Marge said.

"I'm sorry girls, the first game is Friday night and I need two
girls by then.  I can't wait any longer than Wednesday, in case
you two decide not to do it."

"Okay Cid, we will let you know by the day after tomorrow,"
Anne said.

Cid put the money for his breakfast on the counter and left.
Marge picked up the money, four dollars and seventeen cents,
just like every other day.  Two dollars and change for the food,
and another two dollars for the service.  Marge rang the sale
into the cash register and put the two ones into her apron.

The two girls didn't discuss the offer for the rest of their
shift.  As they rode home on the bus, Marge asked Anne what she
thought.

"I don't know what to think Marge, it's a lot of money and we
could certainly use it right now.  Christmas is six weeks away
and we haven't bought a single thing for the kids."

"Not only that, the house and car payments are going to be due
on the first and the guys won't get an unemployment check until
the tenth.  Even if we could wait for their checks, they're only
going to get about half of what they normally get paid."

For the rest of the ride home, the girls thought about every
reason they should accept Cid's offer.  The extra money would
more than makeup what the guys were losing by being laid off.

"You know Marge," Anne said as the bus pulled up the their
stop.  "If we worked for Cid two nights a week we could make an
extra thousand dollars a week.  That would allow us to buy gifts
for the children and put some away until the guys go back to
work.  Besides, if we don't like it we can always quit."

The two girls got off the bus and headed down the sidewalk
towards their houses.  They would walk to the end of the street
together and then split up, each going to their own home.

"Let's get together with Don and Marc tonight and see what they
think.  We can decide after that," Marge said.

They agreed to meet at Anne and Marc's for dinner, and tell
their husbands about Cid's proposal at that time.  When they
reached the end of the block, Marge turned right and Anne went
left.

The two families met at Anne's, had dinner and put the kids to
bed.  Jack and Tom were four years old, the girls two.  They all
sat around the kitchen table and talked about their finances,
wondering how they would get by.  Finally, Marge spoke up.

"Anne and I were offered another job today, it's only two
nights a week.  We wanted to see what you guys though about it."
Marge said.

"Well," Anne said.  "We have this regular that comes in
everyday.  He said that he runs some kind of card game and he
needs two girls to serve drinks and snacks."

"How much does it pay?"  Marc asked.

"He said he would pay us one hundred dollars a night, plus
tips," Anne replied.

"A hundred buck a night!"  Don yelled.  "What else do you have
to do, fuck these guys?"

"Calm down," Marge told her husband.  "Cid, our customer, said
we don't have to do anything but serve drinks and chips."

"Yeah right," Marc said, getting up and pacing the floor.  "Do
you expect us to believe that all you're going to have to do is
serve a bunch of guys drinks and snacks?  It sounds like
bullshit to me!"

"Marge and I though it sounded a bit strange when he told us
about the job," Anne said.  "Cid assured us that we didn't have
to do anything else.  He did say that sometimes the guys will
try to pinch our ass or grab our tits, but he said we didn't
have to let them."

"He said that he would pay you two a hundred each?"  Marc said.

"Plus tips," Marge replied.

"Did he say how much you could make in tips?"  Don asked,
settling down a little.

Marge moved closer to her husband and said, "Cid said that the
last girls he had working for him made four or five hundred a
night in tips sometimes."

Marc thought for a second and said, "That's over a thousand
dollars a week."

"Each," Anne said.

The four of them discussed the proposal that Cid had made to
the girls.  Marge and Anne reminded their husbands that
Christmas was just around the corned and they hadn't done any
shopping for the kids.  The guys talked to each other like the
girls weren't there, making remarks about the things they
thought the girls would have to do.

"I have an idea," Marge said.  "Anne and I will ask Cid if it
would be okay for one of you to come and see what's going on at
one of the games and we can decide after that.  If it looks
shady, we'll quit, if it's on the up and up, we will work until
you guys get called back to the shop."

"What if he says one of us can't come along?"  Don said.

"Then we'll just tell him we can't do it," Marge said.

Don and Marc agreed to the conditions, feeling that if Cid
refused the girls' request they would know that something wasn't
right.  They all talked for a little longer and then Marge and
Don dressed Jack and Sally, and went home.

The next morning at the restaurant, Marge and Anne told Cid
about their husbands' request.  Without any hesitation, Cid
agreed to let one of then go to the game and observe what went on.

"I don't have any problem with one of your husbands coming to
see what happens at one of my games.  In fact, I think it's a
good idea," Cid said.

"What should we wear Cid?"  Anne asked.

"You have to look sexy for these guys, that way they will tip
better.  I would suggest you both dress alike.  Short black
skirts, tight white blouses, dark pantyhose, and high heels.
Your husband should wear a white shirt, dark slacks, and a tie.
I will tell the players that he is a new bartender I'm trying
out.  That way they won't get suspicious about a stranger being
there.  The game starts at eleven o'clock and sometimes runs
until morning.  You two will need to be there at ten to help me
setup."

The girls heard the cook call out their names, indicating that
they had orders waiting.  They left Cid, picked up the food and
served it to the customers that had been waiting.  Once they
were caught up, they went back over to the booth he was sitting
in and received more instructions.

"Girls, this is high stakes poker these guys play.  There may
be twenty or twenty five thousand dollars on a table at any
given time.  It is very important that you stay away from the
tables unless you are serving the players, or you're asked to
come over.  Some of these guys will think you're good luck and
want you near them, others will think you're bad luck and want
you to stay away," Cid told them.

"How will we know?"  Marge asked.

"You won't at first, so just watch me.  I will give you signals
as to what to do.  We will go over my hand signals before the
game starts.  Also, you must tell your husband that this is only
business.  The players won't say or do anything different than
some of the customers in here have done.  If you get your fanny
patted, it's just like when you get it patted here."  Cid said.

"That doesn't happen very often in here," Marge said.

"Often enough," Cid replied.  "I've seen it myself and you two
have always handled it professionally.  Just do the same at the
card game and everything will be fine."

Anne and Marge finished their shift, went home and told their
husbands about what Cid had said.  Don and Marc were at the
Graham's house, having decided that it would be better to watch
the young children together while their wives worked, and
listened carefully as the two women explained what was expected
of them, and what to expect.

"You mean that guys at the restaurant grab your ass?"  Don
asked Marge.

"Once in a while we get a customer that gets a little fresh and
grabs or pats my bottom," Marge said.  "I just walk away and
smile.  If I were to make a scene I would get fired or no tip.
It's really no big deal Don, it's not like I'm going to bed with
the jerks."

"You too?"  Marc said to his wife.

"Yes Marc, me too," Anne replied.  "Why, don't you think I have
a nice ass?"

"You have a great ass Anne," Marc chuckled.  "I'm just not sure
that I want some strange guy touching it."

"I love it when you're jealous Marc!  The guys at work may get
a cheap thrill once in a while, but you're the only that gets
into my panties."

All four of them began to laugh and Don said, "Marc is the only
guy that gets into your panties?

"You know what I mean brother dear!"  Anne giggled.

Again the two couples began to laugh.  They went into the
kitchen, sat down to the dinner the guys had prepared and began
to eat.

"Anne and I have to go and pick up a few things for our new
job," Marge said.  "Cid wants us to wear short black skirts and
tight blouses, and neither of us have anything that will do."

After finishing their dinner, the two women changed out of
their work clothes and went to the local discount store.  They
each selected matching skirts and white blouses.  They picked up
a couple packages of panty hose and returned home.

The girls changed into their new outfits and modeled them for
their husbands.  The black pleated skirts fell to mid-thigh on
the two twenty year old wives and rode up slightly when the bent
over.  The tight shirts were just shear enough to show the lace
of the white bras the girls wore beneath them, and the open
buttons allowed their cleavage to be seen.

Marc and Don made remarks about how revealing the outfits were,
but decided that because they had agreed, they would allow their
wives to wear them.

On the next Friday night, Don drove Marge and Anne to the
hotel, and went to the room Cid had told them to.  In the large
room were three round tables covered with green felt, six chairs
at each table and a small bar in one corner.

"You must be Don," Cid said, extending his hand.  "I'm Cid."

"Nice to meet you," Don replied, shaking the man's hand.

"We only have about an hour before the players start to get
here so we had better get started," Cid said.

Cid showed Don the layout of the bar and explained the drinks
he would be preparing.  He told the two girls about what was
expected and what they were to do when they were idle.

"Don," Cid said.  "We all know why we are here.  The players
are interested in playing cards, not having sex with Marge and
Anne.  They may say, or do, things that may make you
uncomfortable, but you must not say a word.  If any of you don't
think you can handle it, let me know and I will get you out of
here without making scene.  Your wife and Anne are real pros at
being servers and shouldn't have any trouble handling these guys."

After going over several signals, that Cid would use to guide
the girls, Marge and Anne started to set up the tables with
ashtrays and cards.  Don walked over to a door, opened it, and
looked into the bedroom it concealed.  He pulled the door closed
and took his place behind the bar, set up several rows of
glasses on the counter top and asked Cid about ice.

"The ice machine is down the hall next to the elevators you
came up in Don," Cid said.

Soon the card players began to arrive and take their seats.
Marge and Anne asked them if they would like anything and went
to the bar to fill their orders.  Within a half an hour, the
players filled all of the chairs and the card games began.

Don surveyed the room, noting each of the men that were
present.  He observed they all dressed in very expensive
clothing, most of them in shirts and ties.  Once the games
started, he also noticed the stacks of money in front of the
players.

A couple of hours into the game, one of the men slid his hand
up Anne's leg and gently squeezed her bottom as she leaned over
to serve a drink.  She allowed the man's hand to remain until
she stood up and slowly turned back to the bar.

Marge set a glass in front of one of the players and he picked
up a bill from his pile, folded it, and pushed it into her bra.
Smiling, she thanked him and went back to the bar and faced her
husband.  Reaching into her blouse, Marge pulled the bill from
her bra and showed her husband a crisp twenty.

Don smiled and watched his wife put the bill into a small
container on the corner of the bar.  The girls had decided to
combine their tips and split the money evenly at the end of the
night.

The sun was coming up when the last table of card players
called it a night.  The girls began to clean up the tables and
empty the ashtrays, while Cid and Don took care of the bar.
Once all the work was finished, the four of them sat at one of
the tables and relaxed.

Cid handed each of the girls a hundred dollar bill and asked
how they did on tips.  Marge retrieved the container that held
the money and counted it.

"Four hundred and sixty dollars" she said.  "That is two thirty
apiece.  That's not bad!"

"That's good for your first night," Cid said.  "The last two
girls I had only made about a hundred each in tips.  You two
were very good tonight, and I think the players liked you."

"Why didn't the last girls do better?"  Don asked.

"I think that the difference is the way they handled themselves
in front of the guys.  When Marge and Anne were touched, they
smiled and went about their business.  The last girls would make
faces and act like the players were doing something wrong."  Cid
told him.

The four of them talked for a few more minutes and Cid asked if
they would be back tomorrow night.

Marge looked at Don and waited for an indication.  When he
smiled at her and nodded, Marge told Cid that they would.

"Unless you don't want to Anne," Marge said.  "I didn't mean to
speak for you."

"I'll be back too," Anne said.

Don, Marge, and Anne got up to leave.  When Don shook hands
with Cid, Cid handed him an envelope.

"Thanks for your help Don," Cid told him.  "I will make sure
that nothing happens to the girls and the guys don't do anything
they don't want done."

The three left and headed for home.  They all went to Anne's
house where Marc was watching the children.

Anne shook her husband's shoulder and woke him up.  Marc had
fallen asleep on the couch watching television.

"How did it go?"  Marc asked.

"Just fine," Don said.  "I've never seen so much cash in my
life!  Those guys must have had over a hundred thousand on the
three tables."

Marge and her sister-in-law sat on the couch next to Marc and
handed him the stack of bills from their tips and pay.  He
counted the money and smiled.

"Not bad girls, this is really going to help."  Marc said.

Don opened the envelope that Cid gave him and pulled out two
hundred dollar bills.

"Add this to the money," Don said.  "Cid gave me this for
helping behind the bar."

"Eight hundred and sixty dollars," Marc said.  "That's more
than Don and I make in a week.  Maybe we should retire and just
let you girls take care of us."

"Bullshit!"  Anne said.  "I'm only going to do this until you
two go back to work.  I don't like having my ass squeezed by
strangers."

Marge smiled and said, "I didn't really think it was so bad, in
fact I kind of liked the attention.  The way Don looked, every
time one of them put his hand up my skirt, was priceless."

They all chuckled and Marc slipped his hand over his sister's
bottom.  He rubbed his hand over the tight panty hose that
covered her butt and smiled.

"So you like it when someone plays with your ass do you?  I'm
more than happy to help you out."  Marc said.

"Only if you're willing to put twenties into my bra," Marge
giggled as she wiggled her butt against his hand.

Marc picked up one of the hundred bills, pushed it into his
sister's bra, and said, "What do I get for a hundred?"

Marge knelt on the floor between her brother's legs, unfastened
his pants, and pulled his penis out.  She began to stroke it,
feeling it harden in her hand.

"For a hundred you get a hand job mister, for two hundred I'll
blow you."  Marge giggled.

Marc grabbed another bill from the stack and waved it in front
of her face.

"Here you go sweetie, two hundred," her brother said.  "It had
better be good!"

Marge lowered her head and took his penis into her mouth.  She
toyed with the head with her tongue and felt it grow to its full
length as she gently sucked it.  Soon she was bobbing her head
up and down on her brother's erection.

"How about you?"  Don said to Anne as he opened his pants.  "Do
you want to make a quick two hundred too?"

Anne pulled her brother to her as she sat on the edge of the
couch.  She reached for his penis and rubbed the hard shaft.

"I'll blow you for a hundred, for two I'll fuck you!"  Anne
said, and she wet the knob of his penis with her tongue.

For the next hour, the girls played the roll of prostitutes and
provided sex acts for their husbands and brothers.  The men paid
them with the money they had earned at the card game, climaxing
with each of them.  Don had just finished screwing Marge when
two-year-old Sally walked into the living room and stopped the
game.

Anne got up and tended to her daughter's needs, putting the
young girl back to bed when she was done.  She went back to the
living room and joined the rest of the adults, saying that soon
the kids were going to be older and they would all have to be
more discreet.

The next night Anne and Marge went to the game, unescorted by
one of their husbands.  Things went about the same as the night
before and they made just a little more money.  They talked to
Cid during the next week and asked him how they could improve
the amount of money they made.

"Dress and act a little sexier," he told them.

"What do you mean Cid?"  Anne asked.

"You two have very nice bodies," he said.  "The more you show
the more the guys will tip."

"What should we wear?"  Marge said.

"I will pick up new outfits for you and have them at the hotel
on Friday.  You can decide then if you want to wear them.  If
you choose to wear the things I pick out, you can pay me for
them, if not I'll just take them back."

Over the next few days, Marge and Anne tried to get Cid to tell
them about the outfits he would have for them.  He told them
they would have to wait until the next card game to find out.

When the girls arrived at the hotel on Friday night, Cid told
them the outfits were in the bedroom of the suite and to go and
check them out.  Marge and Anne went into the bedroom and saw
two packages on the bed.  The opened them and removed the
contents, examining each item carefully.  Once they had all of
the pieces of clothing spread out on the bed, they elected to
try them on.

Marge and Anne removed all of their clothing and began to dress
in the outfits that Cid had provided.  The pulled on the white
panties and looked at the ruffled fringe that covered their
bottoms.  The put on the bras that were in the packages and
examined how they pushed their breasts in and up, causing their
flesh to bulge over the tops of half cups and realized that the
garments were designed to exposed their nipples.  They put on
the garter belts and fishnet stockings that were provided,
finishing with a maid's costume that consisted of a short skirt
and a peasant blouse with a scoop neckline that revealed their
cleavage.


"What do you think?"  Anne asked.

"I like it, especially if it means more tips."  Marge replied.

"Me too," Anne said, as she slipped a black lace garter up her
leg, just above her knee.  "I say we wear them and see what
happens."

The girls put the clothes they had come in away and went out to
show Cid how they looked in their new outfits.  He complemented
them and said they should do much better at making tips.

After the players arrived and began their games, Marge and Anne
served drinks and snacks.  When the men discovered the girls
were wearing garters on their legs, the elastic bands became the
preferred place to put the tip money.  Marge moved the garter
higher on her leg so it was even with the hem of her skirt, and
found out that the higher it was, the better the tips.  When she
shared her discovery with her sister-in-law, Anne moved hers up
too.

None of the players made any crude remarks about the new
outfits, but they did tip better.  At the end of the night, the
girls had collected over eight hundred between them.

Over the next couple of weeks, the girls made a little more
each night they worked.  They didn't show or tell their husbands
about the costumes, changing before going home, but they did say
that the game had more players.  Cid had added another table and
increased the amount he paid Marge and Anne by fifty dollars a
night.

Don and Marc stopped asking for any details of the card games,
satisfied with additional money the girls were bringing home.
Because of Marge and Anne's effort, the two families had been
able to catch up on all of the bills and even save a little
money.  The two young mothers purchased gifts for the children
and hid them away for Christmas.

"How much longer do you think you and Don will be laid off?"
Anne asked Marc.

"I haven't heard anything yet baby," he replied.  "I hope it's
soon.  I wish you and Marge didn't have to work an extra job."

Anne had just gotten home from the Saturday night game and was
crawling into bed next to her husband.  She put her arm around
him and kissed his cheek before rolling onto her back to sleep.

"I wish we didn't have to either, but the money is really
helping out.  As soon as you and Don get called back, we are
going to tell Cid that we are done.  Marge and I promised to
give him a couple weeks notice so he can find replacements,"
Anne said in a tired voice.  "I'm going to get some sleep now,
wake me in about four hours."

Cid didn't hold the games Thanksgiving weekend so Marge and
Anne were able to spend some much needed time with their
families.  The following week, they were back to their new
schedule, working at the restaurant Monday through Friday and
the card game on Friday and Saturday nights.

Christmas was two weeks away and the girls had enough money to
last through the first of the year, but they still worked the
Friday and Saturday night card games.  They had gotten to know
most of the regulars and they helped keep the new comers in check.

Marge was handing one of the players a drink when he tried to
put a twenty into her panties.  Frank, a regular, saw him and
reached for his arm.

"Nothing less than a c-note in the panties buddy," Frank told
the older man with a chuckle.

The man withdrew his hand, folded a hundred dollar bill twice
and reached under Marge's short skirt.  He hooked his finger
into the waistband of her ruffled panties, pulled them away from
her body and deposited the bill.  His fingers rubbed her pubic
hair as he slowly withdrew his hand, and he grinned at Frank.

"A hundred it is!"  The older man said.

Marge giggled and walked back to the bar.  She told Cid and
Anne what had happened and produced the crisp bill.

"No shit!"  Anne said, "He gave you a hundred dollar tip?"

"Yup, and all I had to do is let him put it into my panties."
Marge said.

The three chatted for a few moments and Anne left when a player
signaled he wanted something.  Anne took his drink order, had
Cid make it and took it back to the table.  When she returned,
Anne removed a ten from her garter and dropped it into the
container she and Marge shared.

"You know girls," Cid said.  "It's entirely up to you two, but
I can tell you how the last girls did so well at these games."

"How?"  Marge said.

"Well, along about three in the morning, the other girls use to
remove their skirts and blouses and serve the guys in their
underwear.  I have seen them make a grand in the last couple of
hours."  Cid told them.

"I don't know," Anne said.  "I would have to think about it."

"Me too," Marge added.  "That may be a bit much."

"Like I said girls, it's entirely up to you."  Cid said, and
turned away.

Marge and Anne moved away from the bar and discussed what Cid
had told them.

"A thousand dollars is a lot of money Marge," Anne said.

"I know, but how would we explain it to the guys?  We have been
coming home with about a thousand a night for the past weeks, if
we brought home twice that much our husbands would want to know
why," Marge said.

Anne thought for a moment and said, "Well...we don't have to tell
them.  We could save the extra money and use it for things we
want later, after they go back to work."

Marge considered the idea and was about to speak when one of
the players called for a drink.  Marge went to him, and asked
what he wanted.  When she had filled his order, she returned to
Anne.

"I think we should see how things go," Marge told her.  "If it
works out, I will do what Cid suggested.  After all, we can
always put out clothes back on if we are uncomfortable."

The night progressed and the game finally broke up.  After all
the players had left, Marge and Anne helped Cid clean up and sat
down at the bar when they were finished.  Marge counted the
money they had received and announced that the girls had
collected twelve hundred dollars.  The girls changed into their
regular clothes and went home, hiding the scanty costumes in a
large purse that Marge had began to carry.

When the two women walked into Marge's house, they found their
husbands sleeping on the couch.  They gently shook the two men
to wake them and announce their return.

"What time is it?"  Don asked, as he slowly sat up.

"Three," Marge said, and kissed him.

Marc sat up and asked how the game was.

"Good," Anne answered.  "We made twelve hundred in tips
tonight.  Are you ready to go home?"

"Not really," Marc groaned, rubbing his eyes and laying back
onto the armrest of the couch.

"I need to get some sleep, I've been on my feet all day and
night," Anne said.

"Stay here," Marge offered.  "You can go home when the kids get
up."

"I don't know, I need a shower and a bed," Anne replied,
sitting on a chair and taking her shoes off.

Marge grabbed Anne's arm and pulled her to her feet.  "Me too,"
Marge said.  "Come with me."

Anne followed Marge into the bedroom and the two girls removed
their clothing.  They went into the bathroom and showered
together, returning to Marge's bedroom when they were finished.
Marge tossed Anne one of Don's tee shirts and pulled one over
her head.  When Anne covered her nude body with the white shirt,
she climbed into bed with her sister-in-law.

The two girls were almost asleep when Marc and Don joined them
in the bed.  The men snuggled up to their wives and put their
arms around them.

"Twelve hundred dollars is great," Don said.  "I just wish you
two could quit."

"Me too," Marge said, pulling her husband's hand to her breast
and holding it tight.

"We could have made more," Anne mumbled, half asleep.

"How?"  Marc asked her, raising up on his elbow and looking
down at his wife.

"By serving the guys in our panties and bras," Anne said.

Marge was shocked that Anne had mentioned Cid's suggestion and
poked her in the side.

"What the hell are you talking about?"  Don asked his sister
and wife.

"Cid said that the last girls made more money by running around
in their bras and panties for the last couple of hours of the
card game," Anne said.  "We didn't do it though."

Don sat up and slid his back against the headboard of the bed.
Marc also sat up and the two men began to question their wives
about what Anne had said.

"You mean that by wearing your underwear you could make more
money?  What's next, completely nude?"  Marc asked.

Anne rolled onto her side and rested her head on her husband's
thigh, slipping her hand between his legs.  She slowly stroked
his inner thigh and smiled to herself, thinking about the
display of jealousy.  Moving her hand under the leg opening of
Marc's boxers and wrapping her hand around his penis, she slowly
fondled him until he was erect.

"I never thought about being naked," Anne said.  "I bet we
could make even more if we did this."

Anne pulled Marc's hard penis out of his shorts and covered it
with her mouth.  She curled her tongue around the soft tip and
lowered her head, taking over half of his length into her mouth.
After sucking and bobbing her head up and down on him, she
released him and began to nibble the side of his shaft.

Marge could tell what Anne was doing by the slurping noises she
made.  She took Don's penis into her hand and then her mouth,
thoroughly wetting it with her tongue.  She moved up, straddled
her husband's legs, and lowered her vagina over his hot penis,
feeling it fill her.  Laying her head on his shoulder, Marge
slowly moved her hips up and down over his hard-on.

Anne sat up, removed her tee shirt and threw her leg over
Marc's.  She pressed her breasts into his face as she lowered
herself on him and her vagina swallowed his hardness.  The two
girls slowly bounced up and down on their husbands.

Unable to control themselves, the two men bucked their hips,
driving their penises into their wives.  The two couples groaned
and moaned and they made love next to one another, the guys
finally filling their wives with their hot semen.  When they
were finished, the girls lay against their exhausted husbands
chests and relaxed.

"You wouldn't really fuck any of the guys at the card game,
would you?"  Marc asked.

"No, I wouldn't fuck anyone, or do anything else.  You are the
only one I want to have sex with Marc, except my brother.  I
might try working in my bra and panties though, Marge and I
could make enough money to quit and we wouldn't have to work the
card games anymore," Anne said.

After several minutes of silence, Don took Marge's chin into
his hand and kissed her lips.

"What ever you decide is up to you honey, I just don't want to
know about it.  I already feel bad enough about the fact that
you two have to work two jobs to help us get by."  Don said.

Marc agreed with Don, adding, "Just don't do anything that you
don't want to do.  If you two want to quit now, Don and I will
figure out someway to get by, even if we have to take on part
time jobs at a fast food restaurant."

Anne pulled herself off her husband's flaccid penis and scooted
back down in the bed.  "You two would have to work for a month
to make half of what we make in one night," she said.  "Marge
and I can work for a little longer, at least until you guys get
called back."

The two couples stretched out next to one another and the girls
fell asleep in their husbands' arms.

The next night, Marge and Anne showed up at the hotel and
changed into their costumes.  They served the players drinks and
snacks; taking the tips they offered and put them into the box
on the bar.  At about one o'clock in the morning, one of the men
at a table offered Marge a hundred dollars for her blouse.
Smiling at the older man, Marge removed her top and reached for
the hundred-dollar bill the man held between his fingers.  She
walked back to the bar, showed it to Anne, and dropped it in
with the rest of their money.  When Anne made a trip to one of
the tables, another man made her the same offer and she
complied.  The two girls continued to work dressed in the
bottoms of their uniforms, allowing the men to put the tips into
their bras.

"I'll give you a hundred if you lose the skirt," Anne heard a
man tell Marge.

Anne turned and watched as Marge shrugged her shoulders,
removed her skirt and took the money from the man.

Turning back to Cid, "You put those guys up to this didn't
you?"  Anne said, and she too removed her skirt.

Cid smiled and went back to washing glasses and making drinks.
The two girls finished the night wearing their bras, panties,
and stockings.  The players began to tip the girls better and at
the end of the game, they had collected almost two thousand
dollars.

On the ride home, Marge took one thousand dollars and put it
aside.  She put the rest of the money into her purse to give to
the guys when they got back to the house.

"I really hate hiding the money from the guys," Marge said.
"It makes me feel like we are doing something wrong."

"I know, but we can tell them later, after we quit."

During the next week, the girls worked their regular job at the
restaurant.  When they got to Marge's house on Thursday night,
they found their husbands had prepared a nice dinner for them,
complete with candlelight and wine.  The children were already
in their beds, fast asleep.

"Wow," Marge said when she followed Anne into the house.  "What
is all of this for?"

The two men took their wives into their arms and hugged them.
They simultaneously began to remove the uniforms the girls wore,
dropping the clothes onto the floor.  When they were both nude,
the guys led them into the bathroom and to the tub.  A thick
layer of bubbles covered the water in the tub and several
candles provided the only light in the room.  Still unsure why
the two men were acting the way they were, Marge and Anne
climbed into the bathtub and sat Indian style, facing each other.

Neither Don nor Marc said a word, even though their wives
continued to ask questions about their behavior.  They took
washcloths and began to cover the women with soap, paying
special attention to their breasts and crotches.  After rinsing
and drying the women, they led them into the bedroom and sat
them on the edge of the bed.  Don and Marc dropped to their
knees, buried their faces between their wives legs and began to
probe and lick at their vulvas.

Marge and Anne both leaned back and enjoyed the attention their
husbands were giving them.  As they felt their orgasms near,
they began to massage first their own and then the other's
breasts.  Soon they were moaning and bucking their crotches
against the mouths of the two men, as they continued their oral
assault.

When Don pushed a finger into Marge's vagina, she began to cum.
Soon after, Anne also reached her peak and climaxed into Marc's
mouth, gripping the back of his head with her legs.  After the
girls came down from the pleasure, the guys handed them each a
new silk nightgown and helped them slip them on.

At the dinner table, Don and Marc served the women salad,
lasagna, and wine.

"Ok, what's the occasion?"  Marge asked.

"We were called back to work today," Marc announced.  "We start
right after the first of the year."

Marge and Anne jumped from their chairs and threw their arms
around their husbands' necks.  They hugged and kissed the two
men, squealing with joy.

"Tomorrow night we can tell Cid that he needs to find someone
else to work his parties," Marge said.  "I can't wait to quit
that job."

"Me either," Anne said.  "It will be nice to get back to normal
again."

"Only two more weeks," Marge said.  "I can't believe it.  I'm
so happy right now I could scream."

The girls returned to their seats and finished their dinners.
They helped the guys clear the table and wash the dishes.  Once
everything was in order, the four went into the living room to
relax and finish the second bottle of wine.

Lounging on the floor, they all talked about the upcoming
holiday and how much fun they would have watching the children
open the gifts they were able to buy.

"What would you girls like for desert?"  Don asked.

Anne looked at Marge and they both smiled.  "Cum!" They said in
unison.

In only moments, all four had removed their clothes and were
moving close to each other.  Marge reached out and took Marc's
penis into her hand and stroked it.  Anne grabbed her brother's
penis and also began to pump her fist over the rigid member.

"So, who's cock are you going to suck Marge?"  Marc asked his
sister.

"Both of them," Marge giggled and leaned over to take his penis
into her mouth.

Anne covered Don's penis with her mouth and started to push her
lips down, stopping when she felt his pubic hair against her
nose.  The women bobbed their heads up and down on the guys'
hard penises, sucking them firmly.

After several minutes, Anne released her brother's penis from
her mouth and stroked him with her hand.  She reached over to
Marge and shook her arm until she pulled off of Marc's manhood
and looked at her.

"I want to suck on my husband's cock now," Anne said.

"Okay, let's switch," Marge replied.

Before trading places with Anne, Marge lowered her vagina over
Marc's penis and bounced up and down on it.  She looked over to
Anne and said, "How about a little sauce on your desert?"

"Sounds good to me," Anne giggled and did the same thing to her
brother.

When the girls climbed off their brothers and took their
husbands into their mouths, they both moaned.  They continued to
suck on the hard penises until both men filled their wives'
mouths with their cum.

Once the guys were spent, the girls lay next to them on the
floor.  Marge turned to Anne and pulled her mouth to hers.  The
two girls probed each other's open mouths and savored the flavor
of the combined taste of their husbands' cum.  Soon the two
girls had positioned themselves so they could lick at one
another's crotches as their husbands watched.

"I need to be fucked," Anne said.

"Me too," Marge replied.  "Are you two up to it yet?"

Both men scrambled to their knees and moved behind their wives.
Marge and Anne got up on all fours and waited for the guys to
fill them from behind.  When Don slammed his penis into Marge
and began to pump her, she reached over to Anne and started to
diddle her clit.

"That feels so good," Anne said and moved her hand between
Marge's legs to return the favor.  "I just love the feeling of a
hard cock in my pussy!"

For the next twenty minutes the two couples carried on,
switching around and making love to their sibling, before moving
back to their spouse.  When the four were completely exhausted
and spent, they collapsed onto the floor in a tangle of legs and
arms.

"Are you two going to go home or stay here tonight?"  Marge
asked Anne as she caressed her sister-in-law's breast.

"I would love to stay tonight," Anne said.  "Who knows, maybe
the guys can get it up again."

The two girls laughed and the four went into the bedroom.  They
again made love, this time Don and Marc came in their sister's
vaginas before they all fell asleep.

On Friday night, the girls told Cid that he would need to find
replacements for them.  They went into the bedroom of the hotel
suite and changed into the skimpy costumes for the second to the
last time.  When they returned to the main room, Cid was
standing behind the bar.

"I may find a couple of girls to take your place, but I will
never be able to replace you two.  You guys have been the best
girls I have ever had work my card games and you have brought in
a lot of new players," he said.

"Thanks for the compliment Cid," Marge said.  "Anne and I have
really enjoyed working for you and the money has really helped
our families."

Anne smiled and said, "Yes, thanks a lot.  It has been
different, but I have enjoyed it too."

"I will let the players know that tomorrow is your last night
girls, it should mean better tips for you two," Cid said.

"Tomorrow night?"  Marge said.  "I thought you needed two weeks."

"Normally I would, but next week is Thanksgiving and there
isn't a game.  I'll have plenty of time to find someone else,"
Cid replied.

The room filled with men and the card games began.  At about
midnight, the girls removed their tops and skirts and moved
around the room in only their lingerie.  Cid told the players
that the girls would be leaving after tomorrow night and the
tips were better.  At the end of the night, Marge and Anne
counted the money and found they had made close to three
thousand dollars.

The next night, the girls dressed in only their bras, panties,
and stockings for their last night.  The players all told them
how much they would miss them and stuffed large bills into their
underwear as they moved about the tables.

Anne was talking to one of the players as Marge watched from
the bar.  She watched her reach behind her and remove her bra,
exposing her breasts to the crowed room.  When Anne returned to
the bar, Marge asked what was going on.

"The guy offered me two hundred to take it off Marge.  I
thought what the hell, it's our last night and I might as well
make as much as I can."

Marge watched Anne remove two one hundred dollar bills from her
panties and put them into the box.  She thought about what Anne
said and removed her bra too.  As the night wore on, the girls
became a little friskier than they had ever been at the card
games, allowing the men to touch their bare breasts when they
leaned over to serve the drinks.

The guys that normally only gave them a five or ten, started to
hand out twenties when they tipped the two.  At about one thirty
in the morning, Marge removed her panties and took a tray of
drinks to a table.  When she returned with three hundred
dollars, Anne also removed her panties and moved around in only
her stockings and garters.

As Marge delivered a drink to one of the regulars he turned to
her and said, "Mitzi, I'll bet you a hundred that you won't kiss
Amber and touch her breasts."

Marge giggled and said, "You're on."

Walking over to Anne, Marge put her hand on the back of her
head, pulled her mouth to hers, and began to kiss her.  She
covered Anne's breast with one of her hands and squeezed it
firmly.  When Marge moved away, Anne looked at her in surprise.

"What was that all about?"  Anne asked.

"He bet me a hundred I wouldn't do it," Marge said, pointing to
the man at the table.

Anne went to another table and a player that had witnessed the
display offered her two hundred to touch Marge's crotch.
Pulling Marge to the table, Anne put her hand between her sister-
in-laws legs and rubbed her.  She took the two bills from the
man and pulled Marge back to the bar.  The two girls giggled and
made snide comments about the way the night was progressing.

For the next couple of hours, the girls touched and kissed one
another collecting bigger and bigger tips.  One of the players
offered Anne two hundred dollars for a blowjob, but she refused.

"Two hundred!"  Another man at the table said.  "Don't insult
these two, they are the best girls Cid has ever had."

Another player at the same table said, "Shit, I would give five
hundred to see the two of them go at it."

When the man sitting at the table next to the guy that made the
offer heard him, he said he would add another five hundred.
Soon eight guys had offered Marge and Anne five hundred dollars
each to put on a little show.

"Four thousand is a lot of money Marge," Anne said.  "I find
the offer very tempting."

"I don't know, I'm not sure I could do anything like that if
front of these guys," Marge said.  "Besides, what would we do if
they got out of hand?  We could end up in big trouble."

Cid overheard the young mothers talking and walked over to
them.  "You two are considering the offer the guys made aren't
you?"

"Four thousand is a lot of money Cid," Anne said.  "It's making
us think about it.  We are just a little scared about the guys
getting too riled up and out of hand.  We don't want to have any
kind of sex with them."

"Nothing is going to happen that you two don't want to happen,
I'll see to that," Cid said.  "You tell me what you are willing
to do and I will make sure that's all that goes on."

"Well," Marge said.  "I'd do it if no one tried to touch us."

"No one will touch you girls, I promise," Cid replied.  "You do
know that they will get turned on, don't you?  They may even
want to pull their dicks out and jack off while they watch, is
that okay?"

Marge and Anne both giggled at the thought of the guys standing
around rubbing themselves while they watched them playing with
each other.  They told Cid they would talk about the offer and
let him know in a little while.  The three split up and Marge
and Anne resumed their duties as servers.  When all of the
players had fresh drinks, the girls went into the bedroom to
discuss the idea of making love in front of the men.  After
weighing all of the pros and cons, they agreed to do it and went
to tell Cid.

"Okay girls, you two go into the bedroom when you are ready and
I will collect the money for you.  I will only let the guys that
pay in the room to see the show."

Marge and Anne dressed in their costumes and waited on the bed
for Cid.  When he opened the door, a dozen men followed him into
the room and took their places around the bed.  Anne glanced at
Cid and he nodded his head, indicating that all of the guys had
paid to watch.

Turning to Marge Anne smiled, thinking of the six thousand that
Cid was holding for them.  Marge grinned, put her hand on the
back of Anne's head and drew her mouth to hers.  The two girls
began to kiss one another, making sure the men could see their
tongues moving in and out of each other's mouths.  Flopping onto
their backs, the girls continued to kiss and began to fondle the
other's breasts.

Soon the tops they wore came off, followed by their bras.  They
could hear the men making comments and encouraging them as Marge
covered one of Anne's nipples with her mouth and began to suck
it.  When Marge had the nipple as hard as a rock, she switched
to the other one and started to suck on it.  Anne moaned and
held Marge's head to her breast.  Part of her sensual noises
were from the pleasure, part of them were to enhance the show.

The two girls twisted, turned and groped at the other's body,
removing clothing as they went along.  Anne pushed Marge onto
her back, removed her panties and buried her head between
Marge's wide spread legs.  She forced her tongue into Marge's
slit and then into her vagina.

Glancing at the men she could see from her position, Marge saw
that some of the men had their penises out and were stroking
them.  She wiggled out from under her sister-in-law, spun around
and the girls got into a sixty-nine position.

The hooting and hollering intensified as the girls kissed and
licked at each other's crotches.  Marge lifted her head and
drove two fingers into Anne's vagina and began to finger her.
She looked into the eyes of the men around the bed and grinned
at them.

"Do you guys like watching me finger fuck her?"  Marge asked
with a rough voice.  "Would you like me to finger her ass?"

The men began to yell instructions to the girls and Marge
complied.  She removed her fingers from Anne's vagina and
pressed one into her anus.  When she began to move it in and
out, Anne took Marge's clit between her teeth and rolled the
hard nub back and fourth as she tapped at it with the tip of her
tongue.

After a few minutes, the girls switched and Anne assaulted
Marge's bottom while she chewed on Anne's labia.  The girls were
about twenty minutes into the show and the yells and comments
had increased to an almost deafening level.  Almost all of the
men had their penises out and were jacking themselves at a rapid
pace.  Anne noticed the men had moved closer and were all
standing with their legs against the bed.

Smiling, Anne surveyed the group and was turning her head back
when she felt a glob of cum hit her cheek.  One by one, the men
shot their loads, splattering the girls' bodies with semen.
When the last man had shot his spunk on the two naked girls,
they all began to cheer.

Anne and Marge sat up next to each other and began to rub the
sticky ejaculate over the other's body.  When the last drop of
cum was spread into a glistening sheen, the girls fell onto
their backs and sighed.  One of the guys took a hundred dollar
bill out of his pocket and flipped it at the two cum covered
girls.  Soon all of the men were throwing money onto the bed and
telling Marge and Anne what a great show it was.

The men began to leave and soon the girls were alone in the
bedroom of the hotel suite.  They went into the bathroom, turned
on the shower, and washed the evidence of their escapades away.
When they had dried themselves and redressed in their normal
clothing, they left the bedroom.

"Are you two okay?"  Cid asked.

"Yes," Anne said.  "Just great."

"Things got a little carried away in there, but it seemed to
work out all right.  None of the guys tried to get too
friendly," Cid said.

Marge and Anne sat at the bar and watched Cid washing the
glasses and putting them away.  When he was finished, he handed
the girls the box they kept their money in.  Marge opened the
box and dumped the contents onto the bar.  She and Anne
carefully counted the money, stacking it in piles of one
thousand dollars.

The two girls counted the stacks of bills and then recounted
them.  "Thirteen thousand six hundred," Marge exclaimed.

"The guys took up a collection after your show," Cid said.
"They really enjoyed it.  If you two ever need to pick up some
extra cash, you know where to find me."

"I don't think we will ever do something like this again, but
you never know," Anne said.

The three of them sat around and talked for another half an
hour before the girls finally decided to leave.  They told Cid
that they would see him at the restaurant, and thanked him for
giving them the job.  Cid told them they could keep the costumes
in case they ever decided to work for him again.

On the ride home Marge separated the money, putting ten
thousand away and the balance into her purse.  When they arrived
at Marge's house, they told their husbands that they had done
very well on their last night and handed them the three thousand
six hundred they had decided to share.

* * * *

"It seems so long ago," Marge said as she stood up in the tub.
"We had better get going, the guys will be back from Jerry's
office any minute.

The two women had spent the better part of an hour talking
about the events of the past.  They both climbed out of the tub
and dried themselves before going into the bedroom to put on the
costumes.  As they dressed, they talked about how understanding
their husbands had been.

"I don't know," Marge said looking at herself in the mirror.
"I'm not sure that I want to go through with this now."

Anne looked at Marge and then herself.  The costumes were very
tight on their matured bodies and just didn't have the same
allure they did years ago.  Anne removed the outfit and tossed
it onto the bed.

"You're right," Marge said, removing the garments.  "Let's just
let sleeping dogs lie."

They dressed in their normal clothing, agreeing to tell their
husbands that the costumes just didn't fit.  Anne put the items
back into the box and carried it downstairs to be tossed into
the trash.  When Don and Marc returned, they found the girls in
the kitchen drinking coffee.

"I thought you two were going to show us your outfits," Marc
said as he poured a cup of coffee and sat at the counter next to
his wife.  "What's up?"

"To be perfectly honest," Anne replied.  "We were smaller then
and the costumes just didn't look as good as they did before.
If you guys are really interested, we could buy new ones that
fit.  They were just cheap French Maid uniforms anyway."

"I vote that we just forget it," Don said.  He had noticed a
look on his wife's face that told him to just drop the subject.

Marge smiled at her husband and asked, "How did things go at
Jerry's?"

"Just fine," Don replied.  "I think we both have writers cramp
though.  We must have signed fifty documents for the trust."

The four of them finished their coffee and decided to go out
for lunch.

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