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Carla loved her new profession. She took twenty five percent of the earnings of the house. She went short of nothing. Whatever she wanted, she bought. This included a sports car, clothes, shoes, you name it, she could have it.
She and her mother, Lydia, would eat in the top restaurants.
Champagne would flow, the bill would run into hundreds of pounds.
Neither cared. They were living the good life.
They made a stunning couple, wherever they ate. They tipped the waiters and waitresses generously, were always polite, and most welcome in all of the top eateries. They were never accompanied by men. Neither wanted a date, boyfriend, or husband. As her mother said, quietly,
“I think we’re getting more than enough cock, and pussy, don’t you, Darling?”
Carla had agreed, as she sipped her Champagne.
It was true. They were extremely busy. Men, women, and couples, would turn up on most evenings. They didn’t need any complications. They charged a fortune for their services. The money would be in Lydia’s account, long before the clients turned up.
No one, ever, asked for a refund. You pay for what you get, and Carla, and her mother, delivered, every time.
The two of them would sit chatting. Both would be in designer clothes and shoes. Their hair, and make up would always be immaculate.
Carla’s underwear, however, would always be disgusting.
Wearing her mother’s soiled panties, and cum stained bra, had become the norm.
She was almost constantly wet, and always, gave off a strong pussy scent.
Waiters, and some waitresses, would contend to be the ones to serve them.
They would take extra long, taking their orders, and generally, politely chatting.
Carla and her mother Büyükesat Escort played on this. Carla would play stupid whilst selecting her food.
She understood French perfectly well, but would keep the menu on the table, as whoever was waiting on, had to lean near to her, to translate. The men would walk away awkwardly, trying to hide their erections, the females would take their time.
The girls loved it. Her mother had joked,
“I think our food might be a while. I hope they wash their hands before they serve us.”
They had both laughed, contemplating the possibility, that the servers, may well be masturbating in the toilets.
Money was no object. Carla believed that everyone had their price. She set out to prove it, more than once.
A lot of her disposable income, which was in abundance, was spent on her hair, and nails. She always went to the same hairdresser, usually late in the day. She would pay extra to have her hair done, after hours. She would specify that only Paula, the owner of the salon, dealt with her long red hair.
She liked Paula. She loved the way she looked. She was excellent at her job. Paula was no Bimbo. She had done extremely well for herself, spoke eloquently, and was drop dead gorgeous. She had an amazing body, long blonde hair, and always, smelled fantastic.
She was also straight.
Carla saw her as a challenge, and decided to make her move.
Her appointment was at six o’clock. Paula had let her in, and she had sat down. The blinds were down, Paula locked the door.
Carla looked at her in the mirror, as the beautiful hairdresser began to play with her hair. She closed her eyes.
“Mmmm, that’s good,” said Carla, dreamily.
“I know. I Beşevler Escort love having my hair played with too.”
“I’d be happy to do that.”
Paula laughed.
“I’m not that kind of girl!”
“What kind of girl are you, Paula?”
“Oh, pretty straightforward really. I prefer an uncomplicated life. I do okay, and enjoy myself. What about you?”
Carla looked her in the eye.
“I fuck men, and women, for money.”
Paula looked at her, but said nothing.
“Have you ever thought about having sex with a woman Paula?”
Paula looked thoughtful.
“Yes. It has crossed my mind, never done it though.”
“What about charging for sex? You’d make a fortune.”
“I’ve fantasised about it, but never done it. It would be crossing a line.”
Paula was still playing with Carla’s hair, but seemed a little distracted.
“What if I made you an offer now?” Carla opened her handbag.
She took a fifty pound note out, held it up, and put it on the work top in front of her. Paula stared at her.
“That’s yours, if you let me put my hand up your skirt for a while.”
Paula giggled.
“Are you serious?”
Carla stared at her. She took another fifty pound note out, and did the same as before.
“What about now?”
Paula looked at the hundred pounds in front of her.
“And all I have to do, is let you put your hand up my skirt?”
“For now, yes. You can carry on doing my hair.”
“Okay.”
Paula moved round the seat. Carla slid her hand up her skirt. She cupped her pussy. The hairdresser let out a little gasp. She had slowed down playing with Carla’s hair. She had lost focus, and realised she was slightly wet.
Carla, of course, noticed too.
“That’s Cebeci Escort not so bad now, is it?”
Paula didn’t speak, neither did she object, as Carla’s finger slid into her. She moved it in and out for a while.
“Why don’t you sit on my knee?”
She sat on her knee, Carla pushed two fingers into her. Paula was now, very wet. She had her right arm around Carla’s shoulder. Her breathing had become heavy. She gasped as the young woman played with her.
Carla took another fifty, and placed it on the counter.
They kissed and licked each others lips.
“Do you like the way I smell, Paula?”
“I love the way you smell.”
Her eyes were closed. She was close to coming.
“It’s cunt, Paula, that’s all. Wet pussy. I wear my panties for days. Don’t you just love it?”
“Yes!” Paula came. She was being paid to have sex with a dirty bitch, and she fucking loved it.
Carla slid her fingers out. Paula took her hand and licked the juice off. She looked Carla straight in the eye as she did so.
“I want more,” she breathed.
“Then, pull my knickers off, and fucking lick me!”
Paula pulled off Carla’s panties. She held them to her face, breathing in deeply.
“I’ll leave them with you. Just get on with it!”
The chair was on rollers. She pushed it back, knelt down, and began licking Carla’s soaking cunt.
“For a first timer, you’re fucking good!”
Paula moved her tongue in and out. She licked Carla’s clitoris, expertly.
Carla came. She pulled Paula’s face hard against her pussy.
The hairdresser licked her lips. She kissed Carla. Her mouth tasted of fresh cum.
She laughed.
“I think you may have just changed my life!”
“Take the money. It will give you a kick when you spend it.”
“What about your hair?”
Carla laughed.
“Do I look like I needed a hairdo? I’ll soon be back though.”
Paula had Carla’s filthy panties against her face.
“Okay, but next time, you don’t pay me. I’m not that kind of girl!”
Carla laughed. She drove home aware that she would probably have to wipe the drivers seat on arrival.