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the table with the rest of his money.  Noticing how quickly she complied, Jovan wished he’d asked for more.
    He couldn’t think of anything else to inquire about, so he bent to retrieve his payment.  The bills were all new.  He held them up to the light, as he suspected a real prostitute would.
    All of the money was legit, as far as he could tell.  He stuffed it in his front pocket and said, “Alright.  Let’s go.”
    Sarah squealed with delight.  She turned and kissed her wife on the cheek.  Beth frowned and shied away from her, the way a husband might if he only allowed his mother-in-law to visit so his wife would shut the hell up about it.
    The ladies rose from the couch and headed for the bedroom.  Jovan moistened his lips as he followed them.
     
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    There was a chair in the corner of the room.  Beth headed for it.  She took a seat and crossed her legs again.  Her face remained deadpan.  Sarah took a seat on the bed.  Her smile was ear to ear.  Jovan stepped cautiously into the room, not sure how to proceed.  He looked around and didn’t see anything out of the norm.
    “Come here,” Sarah said, reaching for him.  “Take off your shirt,” she breathed.
    Jovan walked to her.  She spread her legs, compelling him to step between them.  He got a glimpse of her panties.  They were black and lacy.  Feeling guilty about the peek, he looked to Beth, who was no more than twenty feet away.
    “Don’t look at me,” she said.  “Look at her.  She’s the one who wants you.”
    He had to ask, “Do you have to be so rude?”
    “I don’t like you,” Beth revealed.  “You stink.  You smell like a man.”
    Jovan frowned, not sure how to react to that.
    “I like your smell,” Sarah said.  She grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him closer.  She began to unbutton it.  “ I love your smell .”
    Jovan looked to Beth again, he couldn’t help it.  She sneered and told him, “You better be good.”
    The contrasting emotions in the room were extreme.  Surprisingly, Jovan was turned on by the annoyed lesbian as well as her horny wife.  He shrugged out of his shirt when Sarah undid the last button.  She gasped and licked her lips at the sight of his nude torso.  She reached and pulled him closer.  She placed her hands on his chest and moaned softly as she caressed his pectorals.  Her hands were warm, her touch surprisingly soft.  She ran her hands from his collarbone to his six-pack, up and down.  He watched her eyes, which were filled with delight.
    “You are so fine ,” she gushed.  “You’re gorgeous .”
    The muscles in his chest and stomach tightened as she fondled him.
    She asked, “Can I kiss you – on your body?”
    Jovan was surprised by the question.  He wondered if it was customary in the world of prostituting.  Were there hookers out there who would deny the request?
    He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary around her lips, so he said, “Yeah.  Go for it.  But don’t leave any marks.”
    She giggled before devouring his right nipple.  Her mouth was warm and enticing.  He felt her tongue circle his areola as she sucked slightly.  She hummed through her nostrils.  Her lips skated across his chest before zeroing in on his other nipple, which she quickly brought to a state of arousal.  Jovan always felt that women who slept with women had certain skills with their mouths that heterosexual women had yet to master.  Sarah was no exception to the rule.
    The pleasure from her soft kisses created pulses of electricity that gave him goose bumps.  More waves of heat flooded his chest.  He reached and clutched the back of her head instinctively but then thought better of it.  He removed his hand and once again looked to Beth for assurance.
    “You can touch her,” the brunette said.  “Grab her hair.  Pull it.  She likes it.”
    Jovan’s hand disappeared in Sarah’s hair again, but he didn’t pull it, as instructed.
    “Grab