Chapter 13 - Big Sister Act

JOE BARLOW

“JJ loves staying at your Mom and Dad’s,” Rachel smiles at me from the passenger seat and she pulls her seat belt over her low-cut red dress and exposed cleavage. Then she buckles up.

“Only because they spoil him,” I say and check the rearview for headlights before pulling away from my folks’ house. Then I glance at Rachel again.

My wife looks so hot tonight. Her golden-brown hair is washed and volumized then carefully straightened and her makeup painted thick. Her glossy, moisturized, and fake-tanned bare legs are bound to draw attention in the short, clingy dress and high black heels.

I’m so excited about tonight. It should be just like old times.

Hopefully, nothing tonight will remind her about those few excess pounds she still hasn’t shed after having JJ. Me, I couldn’t care less about her weight. She’s as hot as hell. But it can still undermine her confidence sometimes.

“My Mom doesn’t seem to spoil him the way she used to when Dad was alive,” she sighs and checks her appearance again in the mirror above her seat. “I don’t much like leaving JJ with her now anyhow. Not with Mr. Talbot there all the time and Lanie continually picking fights with him.”

“Don’t worry about any of that tonight,” I say and reach across for her creamy thigh. The last thing we need right now is Rachel’s mood darkening because of more family shit. Not before we even get to Traders and listen to Phil suggest another ‘Family’ situation. His ‘formal’ proposal about her and her Mom as a double act at the club.

And then I have to get her across to Walden Barrett at the golf club for that party she’s agreed to perform at. I need to keep her spirits up.

“Have you spoken to Kev about later?” Rachel flicks her hair and then adjusts one of her giant gold hoop earrings.

“Only that he and Evie are looking forward to seeing us at the golf club,” I shrug, “And to remind me again not to mention it to anyone at Traders.”

“I don’t see why she’s so concerned about keeping it quiet,” Rachel folds the mirror away again, “She’s not working at Traders tonight. She can do what she wants in her free time.”

“Yeah, but I guess Phil’s her direct boss there again now and he and Walden don’t get on, that well, do they? And Kev says she doesn’t want Richmond finding out about her being with you before she’s had the chance to tell him herself,” I say, “At least not until your return to Traders is confirmed.”

Rachel shoots me a glance with her re-drawn eyebrows raised.

“If you agree to Phil’s proposition of course,” I say and squeeze her thigh again.

She already knows from me exactly what Phil wants her and Sophie to do. Well, apart from the specific activities any particular clients might ask my wife and mother-in-law to perform, of course.

My dick shifts in my pants. But Rachel wants to hear Phil’s proposal directly from him.

How can the thought of Rachel’s Mom too doing other men for the bulls at Traders excite me this way?

Kev gets it though.

I turn left at a junction, but the mental image returns of our son waving us off from the arms of a grandmother who I’m hoping gets pimped out with his mother.

My flush flushes and I cast the damning thought from my head. I consciously replace it.

I consider the party later, and what a nasty bastard Walden Barrett can be. The way I’ve seen him treat some of the girls. Especially down in the basement at Traders. No way would I expose Rachel to him on her own every week, working in that grotty shop of his like he asked. Or put fucking CCTV in our bedroom for him like he suggested.

That last thought brings up an image of Amanda and her husband Chris. They did agree to cameras in their house.

How could anyone stream their sex lives to their bull 24/7?

I pause at the light and across the other side of the car, Rachel scrolls her phone with her fingers and lacquered red nails.

It’s not just the idea of Sophie doing other men alongside my wife that has me hard again right now. It’s Kev’s wife too when we get to that party later. Especially after seeing Rachel and Evie on their knees to those two guys in that parking lot the other week. I’m pretty sure that ‘taster’ was exactly what Rachel needed to draw her back into more men.

I just hope that whatever Phil says tonight or however he behaves with her, it doesn’t spoil Rachel’s mood for later. Or put her off even returning to Traders again. We might need the money. My boss has called me into the office first thing Monday morning and summonings like those rarely end well. Especially with the sales department so far behind target.

Fuck that though. Work’s not getting in the way of enjoyment tonight.

“You excited about the party later?” I ask Rachel on the freeway.

“I guess,” she shrugs but picks at the fabric of her dress around her waist, “I feel fat in this now. I should have picked another one.”

I knew it.

“You look stunning in it,” I say and reach across again for her leg.

“I wonder how many guys are invited?” she asks and I peer across at her as I drive. She might be concerned about her weight, but her pupils are dilated.

“However many there are, there’ll be two of you handle them,” I shrug and the possibility of a two-girl gang bang ignites my imagination again. “They’ll all be retired golfers like the birthday boy - whoever he is. They won’t last seconds when they get a look at you and Evie.”

“He’s sixty,” Rachel pulls a face but then she laughs.

“That’s not too old for you?” I ask and laugh too. My cock is as stiff as fuck.

“I’ve done guys that age before at Traders,” she reaches across and slides a hand down between my thighs. To my balls. “They’re easily pleased,” she says. “Unlike you.”

“Fuck, that feels good Rache.”

“Mmm,” she murmurs.

“It was so fucking hot watching you and Evie suck those suck those two studs off outside the club the other weekend.”

“Yeah,” she rolls her eyes, “You told me. And I wouldn’t call either of those two studs,” she laughs but she’s still massaging my balls, still making it hard to concentrate on the road, “and I doubt there’ll be any studs there tonight.”

“You’ll be seeing Phil though first,” I say.

“Hmm,” her mouth tightens and she removes her hand. She sits right back in her seat. “From what I hear he has his hands full with that new girl called Shiloh.”

“Rachel, why don’t you take your panties off now?” I ask and ignore her question. I want her horny. “Before we get to Traders. Get yourself in the mood for the party later.”

Rachel frowns across at me.

“And for easy access,” I say, and my dick throbs.

“What a bad husband you are,” she smiles slowly but then she lifts her butt off the car seat and peeling the hem of her dress up her thick thighs, she wiggles her dark red lacey panties down.

“Fuck you’re so hot Rachel,” I mumble then peer back at the road ahead.

“There,” Rachel tosses her warm panties onto my lap. She pulls her dress back over herself again.

I grin at her and then pick her underwear up and hold them to my mouth and nose.

“Eww Joe, don’t be disgusting,” she grimaces and tries to snatch them back.

“What’s disgusting? They smell gorgeous.”

“They should do. I only put them on after my shower.”

“Anyway, I say and hand her panties back so she can put them in her handbag, “Hopefully, you’ll be the ‘disgusting’ one tonight. At the party.”

“You wish,” she says and stows her panties.

“I do wish,” I say, and keeping my eyes on the road I reach across to her again. To the hem of her dress.

Rachel inches further my way on her seat and parts her thighs.

I bend my right arm and hand back, and as she eases forward in her seat, I strain to get my fingertips to the lips of her bare, shaven pussy.

“Mmm,” she murmurs and holds my hand in place.

“You’re wet already,” I say.

“Duh, because you’re touching me,” she says.

Or maybe because she’s on her way to Phil. And she has the prospect of multiple old men’s cocks to look forward to into the early hours of tomorrow.

At Traders’ parking lot, even though I know this is way earlier in the evening than we ever used to come here, the lack of cars surprises me. A handful of saloons and SUVs. No sign of Richmond’s Bentley. But Phil said he wouldn’t be here.

We park up and with no security on the door this early, I have to ring the buzzer.

“Yeah?” A female says and it might be Amanda.

“Hey, we’re here to see Phil,” I clear my throat, “Mr. Hastings,” I add, in case it’s not her.

“Who shall I say wants him?”

“Is that Amanda?”

“Uh-huh. Who’s that?”

“It’s Joe. I’m here with Rachel. But we’re not here officially. Let us in and I’ll tell you what I mean.”

“My girl’s there too?” Amanda squeals. “Hold on. I’m coming down to you.”

“Amanda sounds excited you’re here,” I say to Rachel and she smiles at me. She looks nervous now we’re here though.

The door opens a few moments later and the striking, blonde Amanda squeals again. She’s already heavily made-up and dressed in only a minuscule red string bikini and dangerously high heels. She pulls Rachel inside ahead of me and squeezes her in a bear hug.

Rachel fills her in on why we’re here but asks her not to mention anything to any of the others when they get in for their shifts later.

“Hello, you two,” A male voice says from behind when we’re inside the empty club. It’s Huey, the big guy with the ginger beard and glasses. Kev’s boss. “Wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he smiles at Rachel and eyes her legs.

“It’s only a flying visit,” I say, “We’re on our way out. Just called for a word with Phil.”

“Let me take you up,” he gestures, “I’m going to the Mezz now. Got us a new office up there.”

“I’ll come up in a minute,” Rachel gestures me away with Huey then returns to chattering with Amanda.

Huey shakes his head at me and sighs, then he leads me away from the girls.

“I’ll tell her where the new office is,” Amanda calls after us.

I follow Huey to the main stairs as he talks about the changes made to the dungeon in the basement too.

“So we might be having Rachel back here?” he peers over his shoulder at one point.

“She’s come to talk to Phil about it,” I say. The whole proposal sounds like the worst-kept secret ever.

“Before Phil lets the big man in on the news, eh?” Huey laughs and at the top of the stairs, on the mezzanine floor, he leads us in the other direction from the gloryholes. To what I think, used to be one of the storage rooms up here.

There’s a tall, bald guy standing outside like he’s waiting around for something or someone.

“Speaking of who,” Huey says to me and knocks on the door, “Richmond is why we’ve got this room too now. So he can get some privacy in his. When he needs it.”

“Yeah,” Phil calls from inside and Huey pushes the door open. I nod at the bald guy and follow Huey into the room.

The cramped office with three desks, several small chairs, and no windows bears no resemblance to Richmond’s spacious homage to the Sopranos. The dirty-blonde in long black boots who’s grinding herself on Phil’s lap with her black dress up to her waist and her fake tits out in his face is less of a surprise. Even though I don’t know who she is.

She clings to his neck with both arms and grunts as he stabs his hips up into her. His trousers are crumpled around his ankles.

“Hey guys,” Phil says in that southern accent, “You met Shiloh, Champ?”

“No,” I shake my head and watch the muscles of her round ass tense as she tries to milk his length. A big cock that my Rachel had inside her more times than I can count.

It’s a good job she didn’t walk in on this with me. This sight would have hardly set the tone.

“Look at this lovely little waist with this great fucking ass,” Phil caresses the woman’s hips.

She is a nice shape.

“Love the boots too,” Huey scratches his chin.

“Uh,” Phil groans and grabs a handful of tit, “Ask her nicely Hue and she might trample on you when I’ve finished with her.”

Huey grins at her.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Phil quickens his pace as ‘Shiloh’ cums off on his dick, she squeals and clutches him tight, holding his face, wedding band on her finger as she kisses his neck and kisses his mouth.

And then Phil’s knuckles whiten as he grips her hips and her ass and then his frantic fucking stops. He groans into her neck.

“You going to blow Huey, Shiloh?” Phil eases her off his lap, “So I can talk to Joe, here? Hey Joe, you know that’s her husband’s name too, right? You probably passed him outside.”

The guy outside the door?

Shiloh clambers away from Phil in her black boots and then over to Huey.

I nod my head. And you told me the husband doesn’t get called ‘Joe’.

“Where do you want me to do it?” she adjusts her hair and stands in front of Huey and me with her dress still rolled down to her waist.

I try not to stare at her tits.

“How about I sit at the other desk?” Huey reddens.

Shiloh shrugs and follows the big ginger guy across to the seat at one of the other desks.

“So where is she?” Phil asks as he zips up.

“She got talking to Amanda. She should be on her way up.”

We can’t spend too long here. We don’t want Walden docking Rachel’s pay because we arrive at the fucking party later than he told her to.

Phil checks his phone. Across the room, Huey is sat at the other side of the desk there now and Shiloh’s blonde repeatedly bobs up into view from between his legs as she noisily sucks him off.

Then there’s a knock at the door.

“Yeah?” Phil yells out and peers beyond me to the door.

“I’ve got Rachel for you, Phil,” Amanda says and my wife steps into the room.

I never think of Rachel as anything other than ‘stunning’, but after seeing Shiloh in the raw a moment or so ago, I guess my wife does look a little bigger than she used to.

“Hey Baby,” Phil gets to his feet with a huge grin and opens his arms up at my wife.

The sucking across the room pauses.

Rachel frowns at the first guy to fuck her after we got married. But she lets him hug her. She doesn’t acknowledge me or Huey.

I drag a seat from near another desk and put it in front of Phil’s.

The blow job starts up again.

“Take a seat gorgeous,” Phil pats my wife’s behind. “You too, champ.”

We sit and Phil watches Rachel as she crosses her legs in the short dress.

“So I know you guys don’t have a lot of time,” Phil says and looks serious, “I know you’re on your way out.”

If you only knew where to.

“I’ll get right to it, Rachel,” he says. “I want to bring you back here,” he looks directly at her, “But I need to dangle a carrot for Richmond.”

“Wait,” Rachel twists around and gapes across at the far desk, “Is someone sucking…?”

“That’s Shiloh,” Phil grins and peers beyond us to the other desk, “I’ll introduce you once she’s finished Huey off.”

“Don’t bother,” Rachel crosses her arms.

She’ll never get on with the other Joe’s wife. Not while she knows Phil’s ‘involved’ with her.

“OK, well look, I’m sure Joe here’s told you what I have in mind to tempt Richmond.”

“Yes, and why didn’t you tell me before now?” she frowns at him and pouts. “Why am I the last to hear it from you?”

“Rachel, I knew you were grieving,” he says and reaches across the desk then gestures for her hands.

“So was my Mom, but you went to her first,” she pouts again but she leans forward too and her boobs quiver at him. She lets him take both her hands. “You should have come to me first,” she says.

My dick stiffens again.

“I know that now,” he nods, “But you’ve always been a sweet girl, more sensitive than your Mom. I know you too well.”

Across the room, Shiloh sounds a little sensitive too because she’s choking. But still, her head bobs at Huey’s groin. His head sways from side to side against the wall and behind his glasses his eyes are screwed shut.

“What would me and Mom be expected to do?” Rachel asks Phil.

Rachel and I have spoken in bed together about that. The topic seems off-limits with her outside the bedroom. But not when she’s turned on.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, “Use your imaginations? The pair of you have plenty of it. The big deal for any VIP will be the simple fact that you’re Mother and daughter. And you’re both doing them at the same time. What you do with them will almost be a bonus.”

I don’t how much logic there is to that.

“You know,” Phil shrugs, “Maybe he fucks one of you while the other rims him, or he gets to finger the pair of you at once, before fucking you one after the other. Whatever.”

Rachel flushes and withdraws her hands from Phil’s. She leans back in her chair and crosses her legs, but she doesn’t comment.

“You’d agree the details with one another and the client beforehand,” he says. “And we’re only talking the cream of the client crop for something that special.”

“Hmm,” Rachel says.

“Your Mom is on board if you are,” he says. “And we could charge a shitload for a niche service like this so your take would be good. And that’s gotta help the home life, right?” Phil winks at me then he rips a sheet of paper from a small notepad on his desk. He scribbles on it with a gold pen and then pushes the note across to her. “Don’t tell your Mom exactly how much I’ve offered you.”

Rachel picks the note up and her eyebrows rise. She shows me the number, just as Huey groans and ejaculates in Shiloh’s mouth.

“Per client?” she asks him.

“Uh-huh,” he nods, “Subject to Big Daddy’s agreement. But he’ll love the idea.”

A disheveled Shiloh staggers topless to her feet and wipes a slender forearm across her mouth. Looks like those lips have filler too.

Rachel watches her sashay across the room pulling her dress up over her tits again and then bending to pick up the parts of a discarded black lingerie.

“Come say Hello to Rachel when you’re dressed,” Phil calls across to her, “You pair are gonna be work colleagues soon.”

“There’s no need for that,” Rachel waves the suggestion away and stands, “Come on Joe, we better go. I’ll call you to let you know what I’ve decided, Phil.”

“Stay five more minutes,” Phil stands too. He gestures the shapely Shiloh out of the room with her underwear still in her hand then he turns to Rachel. “I was kind of hoping that while you’re here, me and you could..,” he takes one of her hands again.

“Phil, I’m not having sex with you and messing myself up before I go out to…”

“So just a blow job?”

Rachel sighs and she looks at me.

“From the best mouth that ever worked here,” he says.

I get to my feet too and I nod at my wife.

Rachel rummages in her bag and pulls out an elasticated hair tie.

“Where do you want to do it?” he looks around the room.

“Sit back on the edge of your desk. And I want a towel or something for my knees.”

“Here,” Huey says from the other side of his desk, “Take the cushion Shiloh used. You might just need to watch the stain,” he tosses it over and I catch it. Gingerly, I hand it to Rachel.

“I don’t like her either,” Rachel snorts as she drops the thin cushion to the floor in front of Phil’s desk. She gathers her hair and ties it back behind her head.

“Shiloh?” Phil’s eyebrows rise as he unzips, “You’ll love her when you get to know her. Real smart too. Got a top nine-to-five job when she’s not in here with her husband.”

Oh shit, Rachel will like her even less now.

My wife follows the cushion to the floor, hitching up her dress as she kneels at Phil’s feet. Then she leans back while he takes out his dick.

“Mmm,” she murmurs and her eyes light up before she pushes his thighs further apart.

“There you go sweet thing,” Phil hands her his dick and leans back, supporting himself with his palms flat on the desk.

“I’ll go take a look at things downstairs,” Huey says as he passes us, “Nice seeing you again Joe. Hope to see you back here soon Rachel.”

But Rachel doesn’t answer. She picks a hair from the end of Phil’s thick cock with her painted fingernails and a grimace but then she wraps her hand right around it and slowly draws it fully into her mouth.

“Uhh,” he groans.

She sucks hungrily on him, lunging at him, caressing the insides of his thighs too through the pants of his suit.

“You have your fun too, now we’re alone Champ,” Phil gasps as he’s pleasured by my wife.

Thank Fuck for that. I rip my zipper down too and drag my hard cock out.

I focus on Rachel’s red dress clinging to her butt as the muscles there tense with every suck of Phil’s big dick.

She’s got no panties on either.

My eye gets drawn by her hastily-formed ponytail flicking around her neck and shoulders as she pays homage to the man who’s fucked her since we were only dating.

“Mmm,” she moans and rocks her head side to side as she sucks, almost like she’s listing to her favorite music too. Then she momentarily pulls it out and kisses it all over, underneath, both sides and the top, before drawing it back into her mouth and sucking again.

Author's Notes

Does this mean the Rachel/Sophie double act will now go ahead? What do you think about the new woman in Phil's life? If Rachel did return to Traders, could she and the other girl ever work happily side by side, maybe even become friends?

Will Richmond even agree to Rachel's return?

And what about Huey and his original couple Spens and Grace. Would you like to hear more from them too?   

It would be great to read your thoughts in the comments below..

Next week, Rachel's big night continues. And this time with Kev, Evie, and two less experienced couples.

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