“You can earn a lot of money doing these fuck gigs, Emma. Also, you may want to know that all of my girls absolutely love the sex. Some can’t get enough.”
“Do their husbands permit them to fuck other men for money?”
“Yup. Every one of my girls has a consenting hubby.”
“Are there no single girls, Tiffany?”
“My clients want to fuck married women, preferably ones who have had kids. I have a couple of girls who are lactating and they are in massive demand.”
“Steve loved that too after I gave birth. It was exhausting, but I found it fulfilling too.”
“Shall I sign you up, Em?”
“It seems almost too good to be true, but in my case there is no way Steve will agree to it.”
We hit the same impasse every time this conversation came up. Tiffany, one of my oldest friends, was also the manager of a prostitution ring specialising in providing hotwives to those clients with such proclivities.
The girls were drop dead gorgeous, extremely athletic, and most of them were my friends. They’d discreetly revealed to me that Tiffany was a great boss, and the work was enjoyable.