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Unable to comprehend what she meant, Dustin did nothing.

Despairing, the woman said, "Change and fight. Remember, and we have a chance of getting out of here alive and keeping your family safe."

'Change?' Dustin thought.

But suddenly, he remembered the woman in his memory's name, (Morning Sun), and felt himselfchange. His body shortened from the 193 cm (6ft 4in) he was to 178 cm (5ft 8in). His weight plummeted from a podgy 96 kg (212 lbs) to 56 kg (125 lbs), and he could feel breasts, large but firm, forming on his chest as his 7-inch cock retracted and something else (?) appeared.

His mother fingered his newly formed 'button' and cried, "Yes!", then showed 'him', no, her, the weapons that she held. Taking the battle axe in her strong hands, Morning said, "Mother, what are we facing here?

"They've found you again, baby," (Day Dawning) answered, "It's time to fight to escape, then run again, and re-establish yourself elsewhere."

"Why don't we kill them and be done with it?"

"Because they can't be permanently killed. Every time we kill one, another gets added to their number, and they become stronger and faster than before. The last time they came for you, we barely escaped."

"Why do they want to kill me? I don't understand," Morning asked.

Day hissed, "Remember! You must remember!" Then she tweaked Morning's tits and fingered her button again.

'Were she and her mother intimate?' Morning wondered. She didn't think so, but there was a familiarity to her mother's caress, so maybe they were. What Morning did know was that as her sexual arousal grew, her memories strengthened, and she felt her mind, her psyche, becoming more attuned to the body she now inhabited.

Feeling her mind mesh with her memories, Morning answered her own question, "My ability to shapeshift! They believe I carry it in my blood and can harvest it from me if they kill me and drain me dry."

Knowing now, Morning asked the only question that mattered now, "How many and how long have we got?"

"Five, and they're here now," Day yelled as she dove apart from her daughter, creating a gap and two single targets for their attackers to aim for.

The bedroom door crashed in, and five hulking, ogre-sized men boiled into the room, their spears stabbing towards the bed. Morning contemptuously slapped the first two spears aside with her axe, shattering their shafts and rendering them temporarily useless. Her counter swing sheared an arm off one of her assailants and cut a thick gouge across another's stomach, spilling his entrails onto the floor.

At Day's shouted, "No!" Morning held back her killing blow and turned to face her third attacker. Day had laid one of the other two assailants out unconscious but seemed to be struggling to contend with her second as the close confines of the bedroom's corner were more suited to the stabbing spear than Day's swinging sword.

Not thinking, Morning swiftly spun and side-kicked Day's opponent in the back of the head, slumping him unconscious and forward onto Day's stabbing sword.

"Maraigh sinn, a shoithí, agus troid deich amárach! (Kill us, you bitches, and fight ten tomorrow!)", the final man shouted.

Ignoring him, Morning casually took off an arm and a leg before turning her back and walking out of the room, still proudly naked. Despite the damage to the man-like creatures in her bedroom, Morning knew that none of their wounds were fatal. However, it would take weeks, possibly months, before their limbs regrew and their injuries healed, and they could confront Morning and her mother again.

As was typical, after the adrenalin rush of the fight and the closeness of death, Morning was horny! Fortunately, a man she vaguely remembered as the father of the boy's body she had morphed from walked into the room demanding to know who she was, what she was doing naked in his home, and what the ruckus had been about.

Looking at her mother, Morning growled, "You'd think civilians would be grateful when you save their sorry asses, wouldn't you?"

Smiling, her libido also racing, Day answered, "I'm sure you can make him say sorry many times before day rises! But who shall I have to apologise to me?"

"He looks somewhat virile," Morning disparagingly stated. "Perhaps he has enough apology for us both."

Morning stalked across to ... Greg! She remembered ..., ready to pounce like a savannah cat on her prey. Terrified, Greg began backing up, mumbling that he was calling the cops. Morning never gave him the chance to. Like that remembered cat, Morning pounced on him and swiftly had him naked and on his back on the floor. Then, taking his solid, swiftly hardening tool in her strong hand. Morning straddled Greg and lowered her ragingly hot cunt onto it.

Day avidly watched her daughter taking the man as she slowly stroked her clit through her leather trousers. Day hoped the man was at least virile enough to last long enough for her to get some relief.

As Day watched her daughter ride the man, the woman Morning's assumed body called Lucy entered the lounge to see what had happened to her husband.

"Greg!" She shouted, shocked and outraged. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"He's fucking my daughter," Day pointed out as she avariciously studied the newcomer. Day, as she grabbed the woman, thought, 'Dick is better for quenching the raging fires of celebrating life after a struggle to the death, but a pussy and mouth will do.'

Her hands sure, Day swiftly removed the gown from Lucy's shoulders and dropped it to the floor, leaving Lucy naked and vulnerable. Then, taking Lucy's hand, Day pulled her close as she found Lucy's rapidly stiffening left nipple with her thumb and deftly strummed it, simultaneously kissing the middle-aged woman with every ounce of skill she had. Next, moving her hand from the middle of Lucy's back onto her slightly flabby ass, Day forced her knee between Lucy's thighs and rubbed her thigh over Lucy's clit.

"Stop, please." Lucy moaned, her enthusiastic sexual response to the aggressive leather-clad woman shocking her to the core.

"I'll stop after you've screamed my name in ecstasy at least three times," Day growled as she ran her right hand down between their bodies and onto Lucy's clit.

Shuddering, Lucy came. Her husband, who was at best an adequate lover, didn't seem to know she had a clit, let alone where to find it or what to do with it if he did.

Day didn't let up there, though. No! Not at all! Instead, she bent Lucy back until Lucy had to pull her feet up to prevent from being snapped in two. Then Day lowered Lucy onto the floor beside her husband, pulled Lucy's knees up and apart, and then pressed her mouth to Lucy's cunt, simultaneously forcing her fingers into Lucy's pussy and ass.

At the touch of Day's mouth on her clit, Lucy, despite her bewilderment, came again, her hands instinctively finding Day's short black hair and holding her tightly to her clit, terrified that Day would move and she'd lose this new sensation of orgasmic bliss. Lucy climaxed a third time as Day skilfully worked her fingers in and out of Lucy's cunt and ass and lashed her clitoris. The third orgasm was so intense that it seemed to Lucy that her vision exploded into rainbows and shooting stars, and she almost passed out.

Shuddering, Lucy was unaware that her husband, overcome by the vision of his wife having and enjoying lesbian sex beside him, had just cum inside Morning's delightfully tight pussy. However, he'd left Morning's raging desires unabated, so cursing, Morning moved off his softening cock and sat her cum filled cunt on his mouth.

"Eat!" Morning demanded as she forced her pussy against his mouth, preventing Greg from breathing.

Greg had never gone down on a woman before, although he expected Lucy to blow him when she had her 'monthly visitor', so he had no idea what to do. However, when Morning growled, "Eat, or suffocate and die!" Greg swiftly complied.

Fortunately for him, Morning was prepared to help and guide him, and he brought her to a small orgasm before Morning had gotten Greg hard enough to penetrate her again. Rolling onto her back and encouraging the man, who in her assumed body had been her father for eighteen years, between her legs, Morning guided him into her and snarled, "If you cum too soon again, I'm taking your dick with me when I leave!"

Now that Day had elicited three orgasms from her reluctant lover, she decided it was time for the slightly flabby woman to pleasure her. So, holding Lucy by a handful of her hair, Day undressed and rolled onto her back before forcing the woman's head between her thighs and onto her cunt.

"Lick, bitch," Day snarled.

After the pleasure the tall black woman had given her, Lucy eagerly obeyed, lapping enthusiastically but unskilfully at Day's pussy. Day pulled on Lucy's hair until the woman finally found her clitoris, then moaning encouragement, Day ground her pussy against Lucy's mouth, nearing a small but satisfying orgasm.

Many orgasms later, Morning and Day abandoned their lovers with commands to say that Morning's alter ego, Dustin, had left to travel America, and then they escaped Great Falls, Montana.

"Mother," Morning asked. "My memories are not complete. Who are we? What are we? And where are we going?"

Morning's mother said in her native Sanskrit tongue. "We must find a place where we can hole up for a time so you can meditate and remember who and what you are. You need to remember that we are not immortal but cannot die unless we suffer a mortal injury or illness or someone kills us."

Morning had taken her father's credit card when she and her mother left her parents' home. But it was too close and too soon to hole up in Great Falls, so using her memory of being Dustin Martens, Morning withdrew $2,000 from Greg's account and bought travel tickets to Boston, Massachusetts, before destroying the card and throwing the remnants away.

Fifty-six hours later, after two trains and one bus trip and passing through many towns and cities, Morning and Day arrived, stiff, sore, and exhausted in downtown Boston, Massachusetts. Checking the latest papers, Morning chose Dorchester for them to hide out in. Being black, the two women would pass unnoticed through the area. However, two women alone could also attract unwanted attention, so finding the local YWCA, Morning and Day, took a room with a solid deadlocked door. Then, lying top and tail on the narrow bed, they dropped into an exhausted slumber.

Chapter 2: Boston, Massachusetts.

Seventeen days later, their money nearly running out, Morning sat cross-legged on their shared small bed. Breathing slowly and deeply, Morning's mind delved deeply through her past. Through lives uncounted, years too numerous to count, and lovers beyond measure. Remembered families that were loved and lost. Friends made that had to be left behind lest they noticed she never aged. Children born that she watched age, wither and die so many times that she used her talents to prevent her body from creating another.

Her mother, Day, became increasingly nervous and restless as her daughter remained still, somnolent. Only rising to complete her daily ablutions or when Day placed food before her. Eventually, exasperated, Day growled, "My girl, you know we cannot remain here. We have no money and almost no food. We must move again, change our appearance, and find jobs."

With her eyes staring wanderingly into her past, Morning distantly replied, "It is not yet time. There is — I have to — change. There is ..." Morning's voice faded, then returned strongly, "They're here!"

Her mother snatched her Talwar sword up and spun to face the door, "How many?" She asked as she gracefully moved her sword through the forms, preparing to fight.

Her voice distant again, Morning replied, "Not here, here. Here in Boston. They've followed our scent as far as the bus station but have lost it amongst the throng. No more than a day before they find us, though."

"Then we must away, my daughter," Day pleaded. "We cannot fight to kill, only fight to run. So we must avoid the fight and run now!"

"Almost, Mum," Morning distantly answered, her mind's eye searching through her past again. "I will meditate all night and be ready by morning." Then Morning's eyes focused with blazing intensity on her mother. "It is time to stop being the prey and hunt." Before Day could respond, Morning's eyes drifted to space again, and the soft, rumbling hum she'd uttered since she began meditating returned.

Sighing, Day squeezed herself into the small gap her daughter had left on the bed and tried to sleep. Day was deeply asleep, dreaming of her long-lost husband when Morning gripped her wrist firmly.

"Who was my father, Mum?" Morning asked as her eyes blazed in the room's darkness.

Confused, Day replied, "The old king,(Bull Roaring). If you remember, your husband, (Eagle Swooping), challenged him for the chieftaincy. When Eagle defeated him, he became the king. You were perhaps fifteen."

"Yes, Mum," Morning exasperatedly replied. "Bull raised me, but who was my father?"

Day's already swarthy face darkened as an embarrassed blush suffused her face. "Your father and I tried for children many times and were unsuccessful. Bull should have taken another wife, but I knew the problem was with him because he'd visited with the widowed women many times, and none of them ever got pregnant. If word had gotten out that The Chief was unable to sire children, then the challengers would have come long before your husband."

"Who was my father, Mum?" Morning insisted.

(Light Sparkling on the Water)," Day reluctantly admitted.

"The Shaman?" Morning gasped.

"Light was a friend from childhood," Day explained. "I went to him with my problem, and Light offered to fix it. He read the bones and told me the day to visit him again. When that day arrived, I sent Bull and his warriors on a hunting trip and then visited The Shaman. When I left his tent, Light assured me I was pregnant."

"How did he make you pregnant, Mum?" Morning asked.

Day's blush deepened before she cast her eyes away and answered, "The same way you got pregnant, daughter."

"You fucked him?" Morning exclaimed.

"I know no other way to get pregnant, daughter. Do you?"

"What did you tell Dad?"

Day's eyes blazed, and she responded, "Nothing! When Bull returned from the hunt, I took him inside my body and made him spill his useless seed into me. A month later, I proudly announced to him that I was pregnant. Bull told the tribe afterwards. If you had been a son, Eagle would never have challenged your father for the chieftaincy."

"My powers?" Morning asked.

"A gift from The Shaman with help from the Gods, Morning. Unfortunately, the white slavers came before Light could fully train you in your gifts."

"They killed our Shaman first, Mum. He scared them, so they killed him."

"Because Light could kill them, Morning," Day explained. "Not temporarily slaughtering them, with two more to fight the following day. Kill them, so their souls were cast into the shadow from whence they came, left to burn for eternity."

"I have that power, Mum," Morning unequivocally stated, her eyes once again distant, exploring her memories and the cosmos. "It was nascent inside me, but I can feel it now. I know how to kill them! I believe that I can show you, Mum. I meant what I said. I'm tired of running, and it is time to hunt!"

Perplexed, Day looked at her daughter, "Three and a half thousand years, and now you find this inside you?"

"I have the gifts from The Shaman and The Gods, Mum. How do you explain being still alive and still being my protector all these years later?"

"I don't know," Day hesitatingly replied.

"Even though I didn't know I had the ability to do it, I decided in your womb that I needed you to protect me forever, and I shared the Shaman's and God's gifts with you. However, the only gift I shared was the gift of immortality. Immortal, unless we're killed."

Suddenly, Morning froze as her eyes blazed. "They've found where we are and will be here inside an hour."

"Then we run," Day stated as she began packing their meagre belongings.

"No!" Morning stated firmly. "There's an underpass on their route they will be loath to enter. That will make them tentative and slow. We will ambush them there, and I will despatch their sick souls back to the darkness."

"You're sure you can do that, daughter?" Day asked. "If you're wrong, we double their numbers the following day."

"Whether we run from four or eight, we run. But, if we continue only to kill when we have to, eventually, whichever direction we run will be towards more of them."

"Our tribe has run and hid for millennia, Morning. We may very well be the last living pure-blooded members of our clan of the Jarawa tribe. The rest have died or been killed to protect you and your gifts."

Derogatorily mimicking her mother, Morning sneered, "Three and a half thousand years, and you now tell me this?"

"You weren't ready to hear!" Day protested. "I've protected and nurtured you for three and a half millennia, Morning. I've had your back for all that time, and you dare talk to me so?"

Morning hugged her mother to show she'd been teasing. Stepping back, Morning said, "We need to change."

Day looked down at her tight leather pants and clinging leather top. Her strong leg muscles bulged against the leather, and her muscular arms were uncovered. "What's wrong with what we're wearing?" Day asked her similarly attired daughter.

Morning laughed and said, "Not our clothes, Mother."

"What do you mean, Morning?" Day asked. "You're the shapeshifter, not me."

"I can change us both," Morning stated confidently. "That will mean you won't have to hide in the shadows to protect me."

You're sure?" Day questioned.

"Yes, Mum," Morning asserted.

"It won't help," Day pointed out. "When they're close enough, the slavers hunt by smell, Morning. If we lie in wait for them, changing our appearance won't fool them."

"Then I shall change our scent, too, Day," Morning answered. "The Shaman's power is awakening inside me. I need more time to grow into my powers, so we change and then kill. When they're dead, we run again, change our bodies, including our scent, and hide until I can grow my powers."

"Let's do this then!"

Morning took Day's upper arms in her hands and growled, "Close your eyes, Mum. This will hurt."

Light glowed from Morning's eyes, forming a halo around her head. As she concentrated, the halo grew into a sphere enveloping Day's and her head. The sphere slowly expanded until Morning and her Mother were completely encased.

Twenty minutes later, Day crouched inside a rubbish bin. Shifting her trousers, Day tried to adjust her cock and balls so they weren't crushed inside her tight-fitting leather trousers. Using her sense of smell, she searched for the unmistakable old blood odour of the slavers. Day wasn't sure she'd be able to identify the scent over the rotting refuse that she'd emptied from the bin. Morning had hidden herself around the blind T-corner, waiting for her mother's signal.

Closing her eyes, Day shuddered as she remembered the intense pain from her shapeshift. She opened her eyes and looked down at her flat, muscled chest and taut stomach. Unconsciously, she slid her hand inside her trousers and fondled the thick, 7-inch cock nestled there, marvelling at her tight, golf ball-sized testicles. She recalled Morning waking her, standing, and spotting her reflection in the mirror. Amazed, Day had turned to see her daughter was taller and even more muscular than her.

Day's eyes, drawn by the magnificent man before her, dropped to her daughter's crotch, seeing a long, thick penis bulging against her daughter's pants. Day had unawarely licked her lips, thinking about riding that monster before her conscious mind reminded her that she had a dick, too, and that that 'man' was, in fact, her daughter.

Day's eyes opened. She hadn't smelt anything amiss, but the unmistakable sounds of feet furtively moving had slipped into her awareness. Now that her senses had awoken, the old blood aroma of slavers tickled her nose. She patiently waited until the sounds had passed her position before carefully opening the bin's lid enough to peer out.

Seeing that the slavers had passed her, Day quietly opened the bin and let the lid drop silently. Then, shrieking her war cry, Day leapt from the bin and attacked the slavers from behind. The huge roar that blasted from her chest surprised her. Day had expected her normal primal shriek, and this new masculine roar amazed even her.

Shocked and confused, the slavers turned to face this vicious, unexpected attack, and two of the five men went down before they could even raise a shield or mount a defence. However, Day, still concerned about killing the men and having to face twice their number the following day, had only hamstrung the two she'd attacked, leaving them alive but out of the fight. The three standing slavers turned and spread, preparing to attack Day from three directions if possible.

"Cá bhfuil do iníon fraochÚn? (Where is your whore daughter?)" The man Day assumed was the leader snarled.

"Behind you," Day smiled.

"An gceapann tú go bhfuil muid chomh dúr? (You think we are so stupid?)" The slaver asked.

"Yes," Day replied, her smile turning feral.

The man's returning grin turned into a scream as Morning Sun swung her battle axe, shearing his legs off at the knee. Morning's return swing opened the throats of the two men to the first two's right. Only mere seconds had passed since Day Dawning's roar. None of the men were dead, but the two with opened throats would quickly die without swift intervention.

With her eyes wide and fearful, Day pointed at the men and said, "These two will die in seconds. Tomorrow, we will face seven instead of five."

Day grinned at her mother before pulling out what looked like a simple kitchen paring knife. Before Day's stunned eyes, Morning buried the knife into the middle of the first throat cut slaver's forehead and levered out what appeared to be a small glass crystal. Flipping the knife upside down, Morning used the handle to smash the crystal. As soon as the crystal shattered, the slaver screamed before exploding into a dust storm and disappearing.

Morning quickly despatched the second slaver with a throat injury the same way. The remaining three, silent but terrified, tried to crawl away. Morning casually, one by one, flipped them over and dug the crystals from their foreheads. Each crystal destroyed extinguished a slaver. They all disappeared in a gust of dust and wind.

When the last slaver disappeared, Morning stood. "I don't know about you, Mother, but I'm horny!" Morning stated as she walked toward the steps to the street above. She casually groped her mother's thickly erect cock as she passed her. "Looks like you are, too," she added before walking off. "There's a bar not far from here. Why don't we see if we can pick up?"

"I'm not sure a man will find me attractive dressed like this," Day Dawning mused.

"So, pick up a woman," Morning Sun indifferently suggested.

Walking casually through the crowded bar, Morning and Day made their way through to the bathrooms. Getting there, Morning realised just how badly her mother stunk. Pulling a face, Morning said, "Maybe you should head back to the unit and shower, Mother. You're a little ... rank."

Upon sniffing herself, Day agreed. She left the bar and took the short ten-minute walk to the YWCA, where she and Morning were staying. Day's problems began when she tried to walk through the lobby and climb the stairs.

"Sorry," the staunchly built middle-aged woman manning the front counter said. "No visitors beyond the lobby."

"I'm staying here," Day explained before stepping towards the stairs.

"Why lie to me when the lie is so blatantly obvious?" The woman asked. "This is the YWCA. You want the YMCA, which is across the other side of town."

Thinking quickly, Day turned and affected a look of confusion before bursting into tears. Tears on a woman elicited sympathy and a desire to help. A man crying typically caused discomfort and a need to get away from the situation quickly. The large woman behind the counter was no different. Looking askance, she squirmed when Day wailed, "You're right. I'm sorry, but I smell bad, and I'm so tired. I was hoping I could shower and sleep in my friends Day and Morning's room until they come back."

Feeling extremely uncomfortable, the manager grabbed the Master key and a couple of towels before saying, "Come with me. I'll check out the showers, and if there's no one in them, I'll let you shower. As you shower, I'll run your clothes through a quick rinse and spin program and let you sleep in Day's and Morning's room. But if they say they don't know you, I'm calling the cops!"

Smiling at her subterfuge, Day agreed and followed the large woman up the stairs to the shower admiring the woman's large ass as it bounced and rippled. Luckily, as they usually were at this time of day, the showers were empty. The Y's manager let Day in and turned to say she'd wait outside until Day had passed her clothes through the door. Examining the powerfully built woman before her, Day felt her cock stiffen and lengthen. Debbie, the woman's name tag announced. Day let her eyes roll appreciatively over the woman's large breasts. Debbie's blouse fought a losing war to keep her G-cup breasts contained.

Debbie, of Irish-Catholic descent, turned and saw the powerfully built black man staring at her hungrily. Unable to control herself, Debbie's eyes dropped and saw the biggest cock she'd ever seen bulging against the man's tight, leather-covered crotch. Her nether regions moistening as she imagined kneeling and taking that monster in her mouth, Debbie licked suddenly dry lips and stuttered, "I'll wait outside."

Not answering, Day, her libido red-lining from tonight's earlier escapades, took Debbie's hand and pulled her close. Forcing her leg between Debbie's muscular thighs, Day rubbed her thigh against Debbie's clit and said, "I think you should shower with me, Debbie."

"I can't do that," Debbie protested, her body threatening to swoon. Debbie had mostly indulged in lesbian relationships. Not because she was gay but because she couldn't attract the type of man she wanted. She intimidated guys and mostly finished with mommie boys who wanted her to protect them. Debbie didn't want that. No, what Debbie wanted was a man strong enough to make her submit. To take a handful of her long, lustrous, red hair and force her onto her knees. Then she wanted that man to slowly force his thick cock down her throat until she gagged. Debbie's fantasies were about to come true.

Day turned Debbie until Day could reach the bathroom's door lock. She locked the door with an emphatic click. "Kneel," Day demanded as she pulled Debbie down. Only mildly protesting, the staunch woman sank to her knees. "Take me out," Day commanded. Debbie, her hands shaking nervously, complied. Day's cock sprung free and hit Debbie's surprised cheek. A soft moan of desire escaped Debbie's lips. "Suck it," Day demanded, pulling Debbie's head closer to her straining cock.

Looking submissively up at the muscular black man above her, Debbie wrapped her hand around Day's shaft, opened her mouth and guided Day's throbbing member inside. Day groaned, and her head tipped back in appreciation. Day's hand tightened on the back of Debbie's head, and Day began to slowly force her entire length into Debbie's sucking and slurping mouth. Debbie gagged when Day's cock hit her reflex. But this was what she wanted—what she'd ached for for all her adult life. Swallowing quickly, Debbie coughed around Day's cock and allowed the rest of Day's shaft down her throat.

There's a good little submissive slut," Day cooed as she held Debbie's head and jaw and began face fucking her.

Debbie choked but sucked gamely, swirling her tongue over Day's cock's head when it pulled far enough back. Her right hand left Day's enormous cock and moved between her thighs, and she manipulated her clit through her pants as she revelled in the sensation of completely submitting to another. Debbie continued sucking and slurping until, with a loud roar, Day's cum exploded from her cock and splashed down Debbie's throat. Pushing on Debbie's forehead, Day grabbed her erupting shaft and jacked it, squirting semen all over the middle-aged woman's face.

Coming down, Day smiled down at the kneeling woman, "You're a disgrace," she grinned. "Strip off and get in the shower with me."

"Yes, Sir," Debbie meekly said, undoing her blouse buttons and peeling it off her shoulders.

Day watched Debbie's massive melons dropping into view, and her cock immediately lengthened and stiffened again. Unable to wait, Day pulled the large woman to her feet, turned and shoved her against the sink, causing Debbie to bend at her hips. Ripping Debbie's pants and underwear down, Day smacked the woman's muscular ass before reaching around and mauling Debbie's ginormous tits and silver dollar-sized nipples. Debbie moaned and pushed back and Day's strainingly erect cock, not caring which of her fuck holes the powerful man took.

"Cunt first," Day muttered, aware that Debbie didn't care. "Later, you can ride me with my cock in your arse." Holding her cock's massive base, Day positioned its head at Debbie's entrance. Unfamiliar with the action, Day struggled to complete the penetration. Frustrated, Debbie reached back and repositioned Day's cock, then she pushed back, and Day's cock slid into her. "Good slut," Day purred, quickly working out how to firmly pump her hefty sex partner.

"Pinch my nipples," Debbie pleaded as Day fucked her firmly.

Happy to oblige, Day reached around and cupped Debbie's enormous boobs. Searching across them, Day found Debbie's sizeable nipples and viciously squeezed them between her thumbs and forefingers. With a shriek, Debbie climaxed, her frothy pussy fluids flowing over Day's balls. Unable to control herself, Day grunted and unloaded into Debbie's cunt.

Shuddering with short hunches, Day came into Debbie several more times before she sagged against the large woman's back. After resting there momentarily, Day dreamily suggested that they actually moved to the shower. Debbie, who expected Day to immediately send her from the room because that had always been her previous experience, smiled happily as she held Day's hand and walked into one of the shower booths.

The showers at this Y were communal, with no partitions between the nozzles. This meant there was plenty of room for the tall, muscular Day and the amply-sized Y manager. Knowing what Debbie needed, Day handed Debbie the soap and held her arms wide, allowing Debbie to wash her. The cleaning finished with Debbie kneeling before Day and sucking her enormous cock again. This time, Debbie's fingers flew over her clitoris as she gobbled delightedly on Day's throbbing erection. When Day climaxed, Debbie moaned as an orgasm swept over her.

Helping Debbie to her feet, Day passionately kissed her before saying, "Close up the front counter and join me in your rooms behind it. It's time for you to take my cock in your ass and ride it."

"Yes, Sir," Debbie acquiesced before walking quickly from the shower, picking up Day's leather outfit as she left.

Day luxuriated under the steaming hot water for a few moments longer, reliving the fight in the underpass. She marvelled at how her daughter had dug out and smashed the glass-looking crystals from the slavers' foreheads. More amazing was how the slavers' bodies immediately turned to dust and blew away. It was as if all the years those man-looking creatures had lived had caught up with them all at once, and they'd become the dust they should have been when their natural life cycle had passed, and they'd died, or if they'd died forever when previously killed.

Wondering what her daughter would want to do next, Day's thoughts shifted to the amply proportioned woman waiting for her in the manager's lodgings. Day smiled as her newly found cock lengthened and hardened. Shutting off the water, Day quickly dried, anticipating how Debbie's ass would feel, sliding down her recently acquired shaft. Day walked past the front counter, and smiled when she saw the closed sign. Opening the door and entering the apartment, Day smiled wider when she saw a naked Debbie kneeling submissively before her bed, eagerly awaiting her new dominant's arrival.

Meanwhile, back at the bar, Morning was unsuccessfully trying to pick up a series of women. Morning was unused to being on this side of the dance. Typically, as a woman, she was used to men trying to pick her up. Her need to remain anonymous meant that her previous persona, Dustin Martens, affected a nerdish, shy manner, pretending to be uncomfortable around women. Morning was athletically gifted, so she could easily have dominated any sport she cared to try. But, with her need to hide being paramount, Morning had allowed her body to become unfit, podgy, even. This allowed her to extend her shy, reluctant to engage personality and let her hide more effectively. As a result, Morning had never even tried to woo a woman before. Her exotic good looks combined with her fit and toned body meant that, as a woman, she never had to pursue because men came onto her in droves.

Giving up, Morning ordered another whiskey with ice and settled at the bar. Idly, she wondered how she and Day would pay for next month's rent and food. Looking through her pockets, Morning realised that they had less than a hundred dollars left from the money she had purloined from her father's account. Still, she and her mother were now muscular men, and getting work shouldn't be that difficult. However, after killing six slavers, staying in Boston, especially without changing their appearance, was at best unwise and, at worst, probably suicidal.

Now that Morning could change hers and her mother's scents, temporarily staying was possibly an option, but it would be better to vacate Boston swiftly and re-establish themselves elsewhere. That required money, though. Money was a substance that she and Day sorely lacked. As she sat and thought, Morning's mind suddenly slipped into her awareness-searching mode. In her mind, Morning could see a Gaelic clan chief ordering his lieutenant to investigate the sudden loss of emanations from six of his slavers—their last known location was Boston, Massachusetts.

"You okay, handsome?" A warm, sultry voice intruded.

Regathering her thoughts, Morning turned to the voice and checked her out. Tall and well-filled out, with at least a 36C chest, narrow waist and flaring hips, the woman had a sexual, dusky aspect. Morning felt her cock throb as her attraction to the shapely woman swiftly grew.

"I'm fine," Morning smiled. "May I buy you a drink?"

"That depends," the well-dressed woman replied.

"On?" Morning asked.

"If you can afford the price." The woman answered.

Sipping her whiskey, Morning smiled, "You're a call girl? An extremely expensive one, I assume?"

Sighing, the woman climbed onto the stool beside Morning and ordered a glass of white wine. "Yup," she replied. "I was supposed to meet a client across the road at the hotel. But when I got there, the creep wanted to watch me with his daughter. That was too weird, even for me, so here I am, trying to make up three thousand lost dollars."

Raising an eyebrow, Morning said, "How did you know I wasn't a cop?"

"Dude!" The sexy woman chuckled. "Cops do not wear leather that clings to their bulge so tightly that their cock's head is outlined through it!"

"No, I guess you're right," Morning laughed back. "But why, in this bar, did you choose me?"

"You got shot down six times, man," the woman replied. "I thought you might be up for some paid fun."

"Even if I was," Morning confessed. "I wouldn't be able to afford you. Is three thousand a typical night for you?"

"It's a little on the low side," the woman replied before holding her hand out and adding, "Chloe Decker. You are?"

Morning was about to answer with her name but realised that would leave a trail for the slavers to follow. Thinking quickly, she said, "Merv Sonder. Pleased to meet you, Chloe. How much money could you typically make doing what you do?" She asked.

"Between three and ten thousand dollars a night," Chloe replied. "The best gigs are the rich, lonely dudes. Pay them a little attention, play on the whole daddy/daughter thing, act vulnerable and pretend their strength turns you on, and you can easily get tipped another one to two thousand dollars."

"You like what you do?" Morning asked.

"Oh Gawd, yes!" Chloe asked. "Look, a lot of guys are just wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, now fuck off. But regularly, a guy wants to show you what a stud he is. Those guys, wow! They will take you around the world in so many ways that it's unbelievable. I'm lying there, massive orgasm after massive orgasm crashing over me, thinking, 'Wow! This idiot is paying to make me feel like this!' Heck, if he's that good, I'd probably fuck him for free!"

An idea began to percolate through Morning's mind. 'What if she changed her and her mother's appearance to resemble something like the young call girl before her?' Suppose she changed their scent as well as their features dramatically, from skin colour to size, weight, and bone structure. In that case, it should be enough to keep them away from the slavers' attention long enough to earn enough money to re-establish themselves in another city. If they changed their scent and appearance again, they could hopefully disappear for months or even years again. That would give Day and Morning a chance to plan and train how they would take the fight to the slavers and perhaps free themselves and their clan forever.

"I'm a little short of money this week," Morning nonchalantly said. "But I'm expecting a large payday shortly. If I wanted to contact you, how would I do that?"

Chloe smiled, realising Merv was only fantasising, but heck, he was cute. Maybe she could give a rare free pass when he called and enjoy a night of pure passion where she didn't have to act and pretend how much she was enjoying herself. Reaching into her purse, Chloe pulled out her business card. The front held the details of the service she worked for—ostensibly, a model agency. The rear had Chloe's name and registration number so a client could ask for her personally. Shrugging, Chloe pulled out a pen and added her mobile number to that side.

"Best you call the agency first," Chloe stated. "Because if I don't recognise the number, I probably won't answer. If you ask for me, they'll text your message to me, and I can return your call."

The couple chatted for a few more minutes before Chloe said, "I'll have to leave. The agency is expecting their forty per cent of the three thousand dollars I was supposed to earn tonight, so I'll have to try at least and find someone to pay for my services."

Understanding, Morning kissed Chloe's surprised cheek and wished her well. Morning admired Chloe's tight ass as she walked from the bar. Swallowing the dregs of her whiskey, Morning dropped thirty dollars on the bar, more than enough to cover the drinks and leave a reasonable tip and left the bar. Shrugging, she adjusted her package, trying to ease the ache and throb in her cock and balls, and headed towards the underpass to make her way back to the Y.

There were several young black gang members gathered in the tunnel, but one look at the imposing, leather-clad black man walking towards them, and they all decided there were easier pickings. They let Morning pass without commentary, ensuring they kept their eyes averted.

As she passed through the tunnel, Morning realised she'd be returning to the Young Woman's hostel as a large black man. She wondered what had happened when her mother returned. Fully expecting to find her mother waiting for her outside the building, Morning was surprised when she entered unchallenged. Looking around wonderingly, Morning heard grunts and the unmistakable sounds of a pelvis hitting a solidly-sized ass coming from the rooms behind the front counter.

Grinning because she realised who was behind it, Morning tried the door. Surprised to find it unlocked, she quickly opened it and slid quietly through. Letting her eyes adjust to the dim light, Morning listened to the sounds of sex permeating the room and swiftly disrobed. Then, following the sounds, she made her way to the room on the left. The door was open, and Morning peered in.

As she expected, her mother was buried balls deep in the night manager. The surprise was that Day was on her back and buried in the woman's ass. Still, Day had gripped the woman's shoulders and was vigorously thrusting up into the woman's fuck hole. Clearly, the woman was not complaining as she shook and shuddered under Day's assault. As Morning watched, the woman squealed and orgasmed again. The darkness spreading from beneath the coupling pair attested to the fact that this wasn't the first time the woman had climaxed on Day's thrusting cock.

Looking around, Morning spotted a box of wet wipes. Unheard over the orgasmic squeals of the large woman, Morning moved across to the lovers. Then, when the woman collapsed onto her mother, Morning lifted her high enough for Day's cock to fall from her ass. Exhausted, the staunchly built woman didn't protest as Morning cleaned her mother's cock before lowering Debbie's cunt onto it. Debbie groaned as Day's cock split her pussy lips apart and slid into her soppingly wet tunnel. Her groan turned into a soft scream as Morning penetrated her recently vacated ass.

"Oh, Gawd!" Debbie moaned as the two cocks seated themselves inside her. Debbie had fantasised about this many times, but the closest she'd ever gotten was when one of her girlfriends had agreed to fuck her with a strap-on. Debbie had inserted a butt plug before taking her friend's cock into her pussy.

Day had never participated in a threesome before. Although she'd taken lovers over the three-plus thousand years that had passed since Morning's husband had challenged and killed her mate, Bull Roaring, for the chieftaincy, Day had never given her heart to another. She had carelessly taken men when her sexual needs peaked and quickly discarded them when she was satiated.

The pain of losing Bull Roaring was still as fresh as the day it happened. Day accepted that it was the way of the tribe, and she felt no animosity towards Eagle Swooping for realising that Bull's time had come and issuing his challenge. Day was only grateful she had no male offspring who would have been forced to challenge their father's conqueror. She was even happier when Eagle had taken her daughter as his first wife and mate.

Because she didn't know what else to do, Day lay quiescent as her daughter brutally fucked the muscular woman kneeling astride her. However, when Debbie began moaning and writhing, Day's hands instinctively found the larger woman's silver dollar-sized nipples and pinched and squeezed. This caused Debbie's ragingly hot cunt to spasm and contract around Day's stiffly throbbing member. In response, Day thrust up at the woman above her. Day and Morning soon built a staccato rhythm, pounding the Y's manager between them.

Squealing, Debbie exploded into an orgasmic high. With her body jerking and twitching as numerous climaxes blasted through her, Debbie ejaculated frothy liquids over Day's balls. Feeling this unusual sensation, Day immediately lost control, shooting her cum into the tightly gripping cunt above her. Morning felt her mother's cock twitching through the thin wall separating Debbie's colon from her vulva. It proved too much for Morning's libido. She joined her mother in filling the Y's manager with cum.

Morning and Day spent the ensuing hours fucking the large, muscular woman into sexual oblivion. It wasn't until an exhausted Debbie heard the day manager calling her that her two lovers finally relented and let her up. On trembling knees, Debbie wrapped a house coat around her and staggered out to greet Gayle, her daytime counterpart.

Gayle glimpsed the two huge, muscular black men through the partially open door. Grinning at her beefy friend, Gayle giggled, "Looks like someone finally got properly laid!" Gayle loved her big counterpart but had decided Debbie was a lesbian. Gayle didn't disapprove. Still, she thought having same-sex relationships in a Young Christian Woman's hostel wasn't what the institution stood for. Not that she would have voiced that thought. It would have been unchristian to do so.

Debbie grinned back at her friend and counterpart. "They've worn me out. Perhaps you should go back there and entertain them for a while."

Gayle was a small, nondescript, mousy-looking woman. She was shy and unassuming until someone threatened the safety of one of the residents. Then, Gayle turned into a raging tiger, and woe befell the idiot who had earned her wrath. Gayle looked longingly at the door, wondering what it would be like to be sandwiched between the two powerful black men, their gigantic cocks thrusting into her cavities before they pulled out and exploded, covering her face and tiny breasts with cum.

"Ah-ah, no," Gayle stuttered. "Look, Debbie. I've turned a blind eye to some of your previous, umm, shall we say, adventures? But I cannot condone having group sex on the Y's premises."

"It's not group sex when there's only three," Debbie giggled. "For group sex, you need at least four." She giggled again. "I could put up the back in thirty sign you use during your lunch, and we could both go back there. I'm sure Merv and Dave won't mind."

Gayle had to laugh, even though her pussy squelched at the thought of sharing sex with Debbie and the two black men. "I can't do that!" She denied. "Now, Debbie, you know the rules, and you must get rid of them. I'll look the other way for now, but I want them out the door before I return."

Gayle picked her bag up and walked to the lady's bathrooms. Debbie watched her go, her heart sinking, knowing that Gayle was right. She couldn't entertain her male friends any longer, especially during daylight hours when residents were in and out regularly. Sighing, Debbie re-entered her apartment and walked to her bedroom. She no sooner stepped through the bedroom door than Dave had her on the bed on her knees, his thick 7-inch todger forcing its way into her mouth. Before she could protest, she felt Merv drilling into her still drooling pussy. Debbie was spit roasted between two enormous black cocks, and she quickly forgot anything other than the pleasure they gave her.

Dave climaxed first. Debbie was amazed by how much seed Dave still had to give her. Feeling Dave's seed splashing wetly into her mouth set Debbie's libido off, and she orgasmed, her pussy muscles fluttering around Merv's thrusting cock. Her pussy flutters set Morning off, and she roared as her nuts tightened against her shaft, and she emptied her sack into Debbie's grasping cunt.

Temporarily satiated, the three lovers collapsed onto the bed in a sprawl of tits, cocks, arms and legs. Debbie rolled onto her back as Day (Dave) and Morning (Merv) lay on their sides, their lips nibbling on Debbie's neck and ears. Debbie absently gripped and tugged on their enormous cocks as she regretfully sighed.

"I'm sorry, boys," she said reluctantly. "As much fun as this has been, you cannot stay here. If the boss catches me in here with you, I'll be out of a job. I need this job."

"We understand," Morning assured her. "We have a small problem, though. We have nowhere else to stay. We hoped Morning and Day would allow us to hide in their rooms until we raised some money, but I see that that's impossible."

Biting her bottom lip and knowing she'd regret it, Debbie said, "I can loan you three hundred dollars as long as I get it back sometime soon."

Day and Morning exchanged glances. At Day's nod, Morning said, "As much as we hate to impose, we'll take you up on your kind offer. We'll need around a week before we can return with your money."

"That's fine," Debbie replied, knowing she'd never see them or their money again.

Debbie opened the bedside drawer and took out her little cash box. Her job didn't pay much, but with board and utilities included, she also didn't have many expenses. Despite being a big girl, her appetite typically ran to salads with a little bit of grilled chicken, so even food didn't cost her very much. Working nights meant she didn't have any use for breakfast foods. Debbie opened the lock box and suppressed a sigh. This was her nest egg—she was saving for a trip to Honolulu. She'd heard the native males liked bigger women and hoped to get laid regularly during her stay. Who knew? Maybe she could find that special one.

Taking out the cash in there, Debbie handed it to Dave (Day). There was closer to three hundred and fifty than three hundred. Dave smiled gratefully and stood to dress.

Morning climbed off the bed to dress, also. Too soon later, Merv and Day were hugging Debbie and leaving the Y. What little they had had to be left in their tiny room upstairs. There was no way to explain to Gayle and Debbie that Day and Morning would let them take it.

What do we do now?" Day asked Morning.

"Get a room so I can change our scent and appearance again," Morning replied. "Then we need jobs so we can repay Debbie and leave Boston."

"I assume we're remaining as males?" Day questioned. "It'll be easy to get construction or warehouse work as men."

"No," Morning denied. "After what we did last night, we stand out too much. It'll be too easy for the slavers to find us, so we must return to female form."

"They already know what we look like as women?" Day challenged. "What would the difference be?"

"We won't look like we typically do," Morning grinned. "Trust me. You're my mother, and after I've changed, I doubt even you will recognise me."

With no choice but to believe her daughter, Day followed Morning through the underpass and down to the train station. An hour later, Morning and Day were signing into a decrepit downtown hotel. The charge was only twenty-five dollars a night for a shared room, restrooms and showers. It was no place for young women, but they didn't intend to stay beyond this first night.

Morning temporarily left their room to acquire some food and a cheap burner phone. Returning, Morning set up the phone as her mother microwaved the frozen meals that Morning had bought.

"We're going to need a better diet than this if we're going to hunt slavers," Day pointed out.

"We need money, Mum," Morning explained. "Once I've finished with us, we'll be able to earn more money than we need." Morning used the free Wi-Fi the hotel provided to set up her phone. A few minutes later, she exclaimed, "Yes!" when the phone allowed her access to the net.

Bringing up a shared picture of Gigi and Bella Hadid, Morning grabbed her mother's head and pressed their foreheads together again. Keeping the looks of the two Hadid girls firmly in her mind, Morning initiated the transformation. A soft white light surrounded their heads before extending down their bodies. A few seconds and a seeming eternity of pain later, Day and Morning had changed into beautiful young women who bore more than a passable resemblance to the Hadid sisters.

"We're not getting out of here without someone trying to rxxe us," Day, who looked like a slightly taller, more muscular Gigi Hadid muttered as astounded, she looked at her daughter. Morning, similar to her mother, looked like a slightly more masculine version of Bella Hadid.

Grinning ferociously, Morning replied, "Then we'll have to explain to them why they shouldn't attempt to do that, won't we?"

"We need our weapons," Day pointed out. "We had to leave them at the Y."

"You go and get them, Mum," Morning suggested. "I'll talk to some people I know and see if I can't get us jobs?"

"Doing what?" Day wonderingly asked.

"Call girls," Morning dismissively said as she used her phone to take her mother's picture and pushed her out the door.

After her mother left, Morning took out the card Chloe Decker had given her. Checking the agency's number, Morning typed the number in and pressed the call key. A few seconds later, a cheerful voice said, "Aces over Queens Modelling Agency, Eloise speaking."

"Hello, Eloise," Morning said confidently. "My sister and I would like to make an appointment to speak to someone about some modelling assignments."

"Certainly," Eloise said. "If you send your resume in, someone will contact you if we can use you."

"I was thinking more like the modelling Chloe Decker does," Morning said evenly.

"One moment," Eloise said.

A man spoke in a threatening voice only seconds later. "George Peppard, owner and operator of Aces over Queens. Who is this? How did you get this number, and how do you know Ms Decker?"

"My name is Bella Stark, and my sister is Gigi. We got this number from a friend who got Chloe's card from her last night. He gave it to us, suggesting this was work we could do."

"How do I know you're not a cop?" George demanded.

"If you're an innocent modelling agency, what would it matter?" Morning questioned.

"Write down this number," George stated. "Send me a recent pic of yourself and your sister. If I like what I see, I'll call you back. Otherwise, bug off and stop bothering me."

Smiling, Morning hung up before using the phone to take a selfie. She and Day weren't made up. Plus, they were dressed solely in their clinging leather outfits. She knew, however, that George would almost literally shit when she saw hers and her mother's photo. Adding the earlier pic of Day, Morning texted the images to George. As she expected, Morning's phone rang immediately after sending the pictures. It was Eloise again.

"When can you come in for an interview?" Eloise asked.

"Give us two hours, and we'll be there. Where is there?"

Seemingly unconcerned by the immediate request, Eloise told Morning to present herself and her 'sister' at 2.00 pm that afternoon. Eloise promised to text the address through.

Taking another microwave meal out of the tiny freezer, Morning set it heating before closing her eyes. Powering the transformations didn't take time, but there was an energy cost to pay. Morning knew she'd need much more food than she and Day had to fuel her powers. She hoped her plan to work a few shifts as a call girl would earn herself and her mother enough money to leave Boston.

Two o'clock saw Day and Morning standing at the receptionist's desk at Aces over Queens Modelling Agency. Unfortunately, their only clothes were their leather outfits, so that's what they wore. Eloise confirmed their identity, but moments later, three huge, muscular dudes filed in behind the two women.

"This way, ladies, if you will," one of the men said, gesturing towards a door behind a partition.

Day and Morning automatically shifted further apart. "And if we won't?" Day asked.

"We'll make you," another man confidently stated.

"You didn't bring enough men," Morning unequivocally stated.

"We did bring guns, however," the first man stated, touching his jacket pocket.

"Nine feet," Day said.

"Yup," Morning confirmed. "Not enough time."

"Now?"

Morning nodded and spun on her booted heel. Her right foot struck out, breaking the first man's jaw. Moving quickly, Morning closed the distance between herself and the other two men, aware her mother was moving up with her. Two quick punches to the men's solar plexuses from Day and Morning had them lying on the ground, gasping for air.

"You're not models," a tall, solid man stated as he entered the reception area from behind the partition.

Turning to face him, Morning raised an eyebrow and said, "No, we're not. However, this isn't a modelling agency, either."

Looking at the three men, two writhing and the other unconscious, George asked, "Cops?"

"No," Morning denied.

"What then?" George queried.

"Two women on the run from some very bad people," Morning explained.

George examined them carefully. "And what do you want from me?"

"Work. But first, we'll need an advance on our pay. I'm not sure you have much need for two escorts who more closely resemble warrior Barbies than anything else."

"You'd be surprised," George shrugged. "Why should I help you?"

Morning grinned, "Because your dick is stiffening, imagining what it would be like to bed the pair of us. You're also thinking about how much you could charge your clients for the privilege of having us for the night."

"There's more than that that you need," George stated, already knowing the answer.

"You're right," Morning confirmed. "We're in America illegally. We need new IDs, bank accounts, credit and debit cards, driver's licences and somewhere to temporarily live until we can pay off our debt and earn enough money to escape Boston. Then, of course, we'll need referrals to your contemporaries in New York so we can continue to work."

"You don't ask for much," George facetiously stated.

Peeling her tight leather top off, revealing her taut 36C breasts and toned stomach, Day said, "We're worth every cent. We're happy to return fifty per cent interest on your loan and to turn over sixty per cent of our fees until the debt is paid."

George walked closer. He met Day's eyes and raised an eyebrow. Day nodded, and George cupped and fondled her firm breasts and thrummed his thumbs over her nipples. Day's body reacted in the typical fashion, her nipples swelling and hardening against George's fingers. "Do you work together?" He asked. "It will double your money for those gigs if you do."

Morning shook her head. "We're happy to service clients together but do not and will not have sex with each other. We will happily put on lesbian shows with other women."

"Pity," George mused. "Okay. One last test. Take me to bed and get me off within five minutes. If you can, I'll do everything you've asked me for."

Grinning, Day and Morning wrapped their elbows through George's and allowed him to escort them to the room he kept for just this kind of demonstration.

Later, George admitted the women were better than just good when his poor, abused cock couldn't rise for a seventh performance. Even the Viagra pill he'd swallowed before taking them to bed hadn't helped. However, he'd been sucked off by both women, and had fucked them in both their asses and pussies. The surprise for George was that neither Morning nor Day had faked their orgasms. Both had gushed fluids when they climaxed, proof their orgasms were real.

George handed the women towels before using the internal phone system to summon Eloise to the room. He gave her his credit card and said, "Book them into the Marriott, then send Antoinette to get them properly clothed and made up. Set everything up to go through their room charge. Leave the hotel this card if you need to." George turned to Day and Morning. "Today is Tuesday. If you're keen, I can have you working by Friday. You'll have paid off your debt to me by Saturday morning because if you double-date the client and his wife, this gig is worth ten thousand dollars. Evan and Susan have nagged me for two sisters for years. They're fantastic clients, so I wouldn't rip him off with a pair of fakes."

"We're happy to do that as long as they don't expect us to have sex with each other," Morning confirmed.

"As long as you'll swap between the two, that won't be a problem," George reassured them. "They'll ask. Just say no and refuse to budge. Evan and Susan know how to accept a 'no'."

Day and Morning glanced at each other. When Day nodded, Morning said, "For all your help, my sister and I will hand all proceeds from this client to you. The second client we do for you, we'll give you for our new IDs and trip to New York, and your introduction to your New York counterpart."

"Do you need a bodyguard and driver to take you on Friday?" George asked.

Day chuckled, "Will your men have recovered by Friday? As you well know, we don't need protection. However, if two women as gorgeous as we are turn up without it, your clients will be suspicious."

"Good point," George said. "I'll assign one of two without a broken jaw to escort you. Now, Eloise will show you to the shower. She'll have some street clothes you can change into to wear to your hotel room. By Friday, I will have arranged an apartment for you two to share and work from. You'll have separate bedrooms so you can entertain clients.

"Please don't insult me by going outside my agency to get clients. If you want to work, phone Eloise, and she'll arrange a client for you. Plus, Eloise will call you regularly with client offers. You may do them or refuse—no pressure from our end. But remember, the apartment you will be in costs a thousand dollars a week. Clothes and makeup will run close to another five hundred. Utilities are included in your rent, but food and toiletries are up to you. You'll make between three and ten thousand dollars per client, so even only one each a week will give you a substantial income.

"Keep up to date with current news and events. Pay attention to the sports news because men like that."

Thinking about what their roles would be, Morning asked, "Are we able to hire Chloe to train us in our roles? We'll pay her for her time, of course."

"You mean, I'll pay her, of course," George joked.

"You'll add it to our debt," Morning grinned back. "Maybe Friday won't be enough, after all."

George laughed and waved the women off as he exited the room. Eloise ushered Day and Morning to the showers before leaving to find some suitable clothes for the girls to wear downtown. When Day and Morning exited the showers, clothing was laid out for them to wear—simple black, knee-length skirts combined with a red top for one and a white for the other. Bras, panties and stockings sat beside plain, low-heeled black shoes. The pair swiftly dressed and walked out to Eloise's desk.

Another pretty middle-aged woman sat with Eloise. "Antoinette, I assume?" Morning asked, holding her hand out.

"Yes, indeed," Antoinette confirmed, ignoring Morning's outstretched hand and moving close enough to grasp Morning's elbows and 'air kiss' beside Morning's cheek. Antoinette had no idea how close she went to sailing over Morning's shoulder.

Repeating the action with Day, Antoinette asked, "Which one is Bella and which is Gigi?"

Day looked a question at her daughter, only to hear Morning calmly reply, "I'm Bella. My sister is Gigi."

"Ages?" Antoinette queried.

"I'm twenty-eight, Gigi is twenty-nine," Morning explained.

"Where were you born?"

"Jericho."

"In Palestine?" Antoinette confirmed, noticing their exotic-looking heritage. When Bella nodded, Antoinette asked, "Are you here legally?" Bella shook her head. "Never mind," Antoinette said. "We can create green cards, Social Security numbers, tax file numbers, and driver's licences for you both. You will need to keep out of the LEO's sights, though. Your IDs won't stand up to close investigation because we don't have the resources to create a back story beyond a few years for you each."

"LEOs?" Gigi asked.

"Law Enforcement Officers," Antoinette explained. "A quick search will confirm your licences and green cards are valid and that your credit cards are real, but if they dig deeper, it will swiftly break down." Antoinette made more notes as she discussed setting up a background story for the two women. She knew that Gigi and Bella Stark weren't the women's real names, but the knowledge didn't faze her. Aces over Queens had many runaways and illegal immigrants working for them.

Most of their call girls had a sob story to tell to explain why they'd become 'fallen women', and Antoinette didn't care. After all, the only reason she wasn't still working clients was because there wasn't much call for a nearly fifty-year-old escort. Antoinette still had a few long-term customers, in their late sixties or even seventies, who would call and ask her to stay a night. Antoinette still occasionally charged them, too.

By Friday, Antoinette had helped Bella and Gigi fill out a wardrobe suitable for a high-class escort. She'd patiently taught them how to dress sexily but not revealingly. How to do their makeup so it highlighted their high cheekbones, full lips, and wide, bright eyes yet looked understated, natural, even. Antoinette had spent a whole day teaching Day (Gigi) and Morning (Bella) how to walk (stroll, really), sit lady-like, and flirt using smiles, head and hair flicks.

She'd grilled them on current events, important news in the business sections, and how to chat intelligently about the three major sports in America today—football, baseball, and basketball. Gigi and Bella could even talk amiably about ice hockey and other sports, seeming to be knowledgeable about these pass times.

On Friday at seven p.m., Brandon, their assigned driver, picked them up from the Marriott and took them across to Cambridge to meet their first clients. Evan and Susan Borbidge. Parking outside the Borbidge's apartment building, Brandon handed Bella a panic call button. "If there's a problem, push this," he explained. "I'll be there before the shit hits the fan, I promise."

Brandon knew that Evan and Susan were regular users of Aces over Queens' services, but the two girls didn't. The panic button would serve to make them feel more comfortable. Of course, he'd deliberately forgotten how easily Gigi had handed him his ass earlier in the week. "Do you remember the unit number?" he asked.

"1161," Bella confirmed. "Press star, 1161, hash, and wait for either Susan or Evan to answer. State who we are and wait to be buzzed in. Susan will meet us at the elevator."

"Payment has already been made," Brandon explained. "When you've finished, come outside. I'll be waiting for you."

Walking into Evan and Susan's apartment, Bella and Gigi were stunned at its opulence. Seeing the women's widened eyes, Susan giggled, "A tribute to gauche nouveau richness," she explained. "We're old money that became poor money and has now returned to wealth. Our friends and contemporaries expect this type of decadence from people of our standing.

"Personally, I much prefer our summer cottage in the Catskills. That was all Daddy left me after his peccadillos almost bankrupted us. There, we can mix with our family's oldest friends and leave this disgusting display of wealth behind."

Susan examined the two beautiful women she and her husband had bought for the night. According to the resume George had sent through, the brunette was Gigi and the blonde Bella. But as with their namesakes, the girls may have changed their colours more than once since George had sent their photos. Susan's pussy quivered and heated up as she thought about kneeling between these women's feet and lapping at their pussies. Susan and Evan were submissive, and for more years than Susan cared to admit, they had longed to serve a bisexual pair of sisters.

"Which of you is Gigi?" Susan asked.

"That would be me," Day said, nodding her head as way of introduction.

"That makes you Bella," Susan stated, admiring the blonde-haired beauty beside Gigi. Susan carefully examined the girls and realised that Gigi was a little taller and leaner than her sister. Bella, in turn, was slightly more muscular and didn't smile quite as readily as her sister.

The sisters were wearing matching outfits. Clinging knee-length black skirts with side splits to the left hip bone, exposing suspenders and stockings. Both women wore opaque amaranth pink blouses with matching lacy, low-cut bras. 7-inch black pumps completed their ensembles. The sisters' makeup and hair were perfect, and they looked like they could effortlessly grace catwalks the world over. Susan's pussy spasmed again, her internal heat flared, and fluids gathered in her nether regions. She hoped, beyond hope, that the girls would like to play the dominatrix role with her and her husband.

Evan entered the living room through a solid oaken door. To Morning's and Day's surprise, Evan wore nothing but leather chaps, a cock cage, a leather vest, and nipple clamps. A ball gag held his mouth open. Evan acknowledged Gigi and Bella with a nod before kneeling before Susan.

Susan petted Evan's head like he was her favourite dog. "This is my slave, Evan," Susan proudly announced. "Evan will service one of you with his fingers and tongue as the other services me. We'd like you to swap back and forth regularly. Once I'm satiated, I will allow Evan to be tossed off by one of you. Your service is over at that point, and you may dress and leave. If you could strip to your bra, stockings, suspenders, and heels, we'll get started.

Without embarrassment, Morning and Day undid and stepped out of their skirts, revealing opaque thongs designed to emphasise their muscular buttocks and powerful thighs. Their blouses swiftly joined their folded skirts on the living room's sofa's armrest. Morning dropped her panties, revealing a shaved slit and entrance with only a 'landing strip' of hair remaining to highlight her thick, swollen clitoris.

Susan gasped at the sight of Morning's excited pussy. She could see moisture already pooling along the beautiful woman's labia. Susan turned her avid gaze to Gigi. Gigi stared at her challengingly as she hooked her thumbs into her thong's elastic. Then, with a swift tug and hip shimmer, Day's panties dropped to her knees. Susan gasped again when Gigi's bush, trimmed only to fit neatly inside her thong panties and cleared from around her slippery entrance, was exposed.

Morning watched Evan watching their display almost disinterestedly and how Susan shuddered and seemed close to orgasm as she and her mother had disrobed. Morning quickly realised that Evan was not only submissive but possibly gay. Susan was almost certainly a lesbian and submissive to boot. She stepped closer to Susan and cupped the older woman's tiny breasts. Finding her nipples through the thin robe covering Susan's skinny body, Morning pinched them and spoke firmly.

"You will strip, kneel and eat my cunt. If you do a good job, maybe I'll let you eat my sister's, too. If you don't, well, given Evan is a submissive little pain slut, I'm sure you have many floggers and whips I can use to encourage you to do a better job."

Flinging her robe aside, which was all she wore, Susan swiftly knelt before Morning. Looking pleadingly up at the beautiful woman, Susan begged, "Please, Mistress Bella, may this lowly worm taste your divine pussy?"

Grasping Susan by the hair on top of her head, Morning guided Susan onto her cunt. "Make sure you make me cum," Morning growled as she rubbed Susan's face along her slit. Susan began enthusiastically licking.

Day had watched Morning take control of the older woman and knew it would be up to her to look after Evan's needs. She watched Evan carefully and noticed that he still didn't seem particularly interested in the action happening around him. Gigi (Day) reached the same conclusion that her daughter had—Evan was gay. Probably closeted, but still homosexual.

"Run and fetch your wife's longest and thickest strap-on, worm," Day snarled at Evan. "I'll give you a count of five. If you're not back by then, it's going in your ass dry."

Evan yelped around his ball gag and fled. Well before Gigi had reached five, he was kneeling at her feet, head down, and the 'cock' and harness held above his head presented to Day. Day took the harness and examined it. Putting it on seemed to be a logical sequence, so she was able to do it quickly. The rubberised protuberance inside the harness momentarily confused her, but she quickly realised it was to go inside her cunt. Gigi slid the 'cock' inside her and adjusted the ties until the strap-on sat snugly against her clit and pudenda.

'This feels good,' Day thought as she considered what to do next.

Day took out Evan's ball gag and said, "Take off your cock cage."

"Fetch the key, worm," Susan snarled from between Morning's toned, muscular thighs.

Morning cuffed the back of Susan's head. "I didn't tell you to stop, slut," she admonished.

Susan smiled and returned her tongue to Bella's cunt. Sighing happily about finally finding a pair of dominant sisters, she lapped eagerly at the juices flowing from her Mistress' vaginal opening before sliding it along Bella's slit and onto her clit. Bella rewarded her with a soft moan and by pressing her cunt more firmly against the older woman's lips.

Evan had returned to his place before Gigi (Day). He offered the key, but Gigi shook her head and instructed him to remove his cage himself. Evan looked fearfully at Susan, knowing he was banned from releasing his cage himself. Only Susan could remove it.

"Do it, worm," Susan growled, earning herself another head cuff.

Shaking nervously, Evan undid his cage and let his pathetic cock fall free. Flaccid, Evan's cock was barely more than an inch long. Even erect, Evan's cock barely reached three inches. With its foreskin peeled back, Evan's cock more closely resembled a cocktail wiener than a penis. Day looked at the minuscule thing regretfully, realising her only hope of getting off was if Evan had a gifted tongue and/or fingers. Day needed to get off. The scene playing around her had red-lined her libido, and her bare vulva was weeping arousal fluids.

However, Day's task, for now, was to get Evan off. Day thought fucking the submissive man in his ass as she jacked him would probably work. So, grabbing Evan's hair, Day bent him back and began slapping his face with her 'cock'. "Beg for my cock, worm," she demanded.

Evan obeyed, but it wasn't with the keen eagerness that Day had expected—instead, Evan was almost reluctant. Puzzled, Day tried to work out what his problem was. Day looked down and realised that she appeared very feminine. Large, lush breasts, a softly flowing, toned stomach and a prominent pudenda with a large, extended clit. If her musings were correct, Evan wasn't attracted to the feminine, and Day (Gigi) was about as feminine as they got.

Thinking about how to give her client what he needed, Day asked, "Do you have a roll of surgical bandages?" When Evan nodded, Day sent him to get them, a baseball cap and one of his white business shirts. During his absence, Day peeled her bra, suspenders, stockings and heels off.

Day instructed Evan to kneel and keep his eyes averted. Taking the bandages, she wrapped them around her chest, forcing her breasts as tightly against her chest as possible. Gigi (Day) was way too buxom to achieve a flat chest, but she did manage to reduce her swelling chest to a slight curve. Next, Gigi put on and buttoned up Evan's white shirt. Then, she folded her hair and tucked it inside the baseball cap. She pulled the cap down so its peak shaded her slim, shapely nose and lush lips.

A quick glance in the wall mirror told Day she'd never pass as a male, but she no longer looked so overtly feminine. Attempting to deepen and darken her voice, Day growled, "Suck my cock, boy. Daddy wants to rip that boy cunt of yours apart."

Moaning lustfully, Evan looked up and gaped at Gigi's changed appearance. "Oh, Master Gigi," he gasped. "This boy slut wants to serve you. May he?"

"Call me Master Dave," Day demanded, pleased her ruse had worked. Even in his kneeling position, Day could see Evan's deflated cock had grown and lengthened to its full glory—all of around three inches. "Yes, you may serve me."

"Thank you, Master Dave," Evan submissively said. He reached for Day's 'cock' and guided his mouth down onto its head.

Morning had watched her mother with fascination, wondering what on earth she was doing. Once Day had completed her pantomime with Evan, and Morning saw Evan's tiny cock throbbing and pulsing as he begged her mother to allow him to serve, she realised that Day had instinctively worked out what their client needed. Morning knew then that she and her mother would make a lot of money working as escorts. They both had an intuitive feel for what people needed, and were prepared to do it. Morning knew tonight wouldn't be the only time Susan and Evan bought their services.

Turning her attention back to Susan, Morning saw that Susan was crying, watching her husband happily sucking on Gigi's 'cock'.

Susan looked up at her Mistress and said, "Evan's gay. He and I both know it, but Evan can't admit it to himself because if his father discovers what he is, he'll disown him. I'm a lesbian, but I love the guy because he's so sweet, attentive and caring. But I can never be what he needs me to be. I can dominate him, and that feeds his need to serve. But I could never even make him hard, let alone get him off. We lock him into his cage when we have women over to excuse why he doesn't get aroused in their presence. Your sister has figured out Evan's needs in mere moments, and I believe Evan will climax with another person for the first time since I've known him."

Susan sniffed again, tears flowing down her face. "Your sister has made him happier than I've ever seen."

"What about you?" Morning questioned. "What do you need?"

Susan thought for a moment, "I need what you're doing," she admitted. "It's so difficult being the strong one all the time. I'm the CEO of our company, Wilkins/Borbidge Investments. Plus, I'm on the board of several charities and other companies. I must always present myself as strong, charismatic, and in charge. Being allowed to submit and serve will help me gain balance and be what others need me to be."

Knowing what Susan needed, Morning grabbed a handful of Susan's hair again and turned before bending over and presenting her tautly muscled ass to the older woman. "Lick my starfish," Morning demanded. "Alternate between there and my cunt until I tell you to stop."

"Yes, Mistress Bella," Susan acquiesced, as her head tilted back and her tongue extended. Holding Bella's ass cheeks apart, Susan eagerly lapped at Morning's ring and taint. Susan moved forward until her tongue reached Morning's entrance. She devoured the juices flowing from there.

Meanwhile, Day had knee-marched Evan across to the dining room table. Commanding Evan to sit on the table, then lay back, lift, and spread his legs, Morning spat on her fingers and spread the saliva over Evan's chocolate star. Then, placing Evan's calves over her shoulders and lining her 'cock' up with his hole, Day slowly but firmly pushed into the moaning man.

Once she was fully seated in Evan's asshole, Day wrapped her fingers around Evan's minuscule todger. Jerking firmly, Day began fucking Evan. "Does daddy's little slut like having his ass fucked?" She questioned Evan.

"Yes!" Evan gasped.

Jerking his cock viciously, Day snarled, "Yes, what, worm?"

"Yes, Master Dave," Evan moaned. "This boy slut likes you fucking his ass."

"Tell me what you are, slut," Day demanded.

"I'm Daddy Dave's little cock slut," Evan panted, nearing orgasm.

"And what does Daddy's little cock slut do?"

"Cums for his daddy," Evan screamed, his meagre cock exploding in Day's gripping hand.

Evan collapsed off of Day's cock, curled into a foetal ball, and began weeping. Perplexed, Day looked at Susan, only to find her crying, too. Morning and Day exchanged confused looks. Susan tearily said, "That's the first time Evan has ever climaxed when someone else was playing with him. Usually, the only way he can cum is if I fuck him doggy-style, and he closes his eyes and jacks off. He didn't do that with you. Instead, he stared into your eyes the whole time."

Struggling to understand, Day shrugged and said, "I'm glad I could help."

Susan stood and crossed to her husband. She protectively covered Evan's body with hers before looking up at Gigi and Bella. "Evan will need time to recover from this. I'm sorry, but I'll have to call the rest of tonight off."

Day glanced at Morning, wondering what Susan calling a halt to things meant for their fee.

Susan added, "You still get your full fee, so don't worry. You've done more for us than any of the others we've played with, so I hope you'll agree to visit us again. Next month? Maybe for a whole weekend? Perhaps you could come up to the Catskills with us?"

Day and Morning agreed they would return if they were still in Boston but explained they would soon need to leave the area.

Getting dressed, Day and Morning showed themselves out. Brandon was quick to pull the car up so the women could get inside. "That was quick," he stated. "Evan and Susan usually keep their girls for most of the night."

"'That was quick'," Morning quipped. "Something you hear from your girlfriend regularly, Brandon?"

"No!" Brandon chuckled. "She typically says, 'Don't! Stop! Please! Stop! Please! Don't! Please, don't stop!'" The three laughed at Brandon's response. "Don't worry," he added. "Eloise phoned to say that Susan had already called her, extolling your virtues and rebooking you for a whole weekend early next month. Looks like you girls are already someone's favourites."

Day exchanged a longing look with her daughter. She turned to Brandon. "Hey, Brandy," she said sultrily. "When you say 'girlfriend', is she, like, serious or something?"

"I don't currently have a girlfriend," Brandon confessed. "Why do you ask?"

"Umm," Day stumbled, unused to being the sexual hunter. "It's just that Evan and Susan got our motors running and then left us high and dry. If you know what I mean."

"Oh," Brandon said, then realised what Gigi (Day) meant. "Oh! Umm, Eloise said your apartment would be ready tomorrow afternoon. I suppose I could stop the night and, umm, help you to move tomorrow?"

"That would be nice," Day murmured sexily. "I'm sure us wee girls would appreciate the help."

Brandon let the girls out at the front door before parking in the guest's spot. He nervously walked inside and took an elevator up to the eighth floor where Day's and Morning's room was. He knocked on their door. Day opened it, wearing nothing but her suspenders, stockings and heels. Brandon gasped, his cock twitching at the delicious sight. She smiled predatorily at Brandon before grabbing his wrist and ripping him inside. Before Brandon could protest, he was naked, on his back, with Gigi's cunt descending onto his shocked face and his swiftly inflating cock enveloped in Bella's eagerly slurping mouth.

The girls finally let him sleep after his overused cock refused to rise for the seventh time—he'd cum in all of the girls' holes. The only thing he regretted was that the girls, despite their raging need, hadn't got it on with each other. Instead, when Brandon's cock had refused to reinflate after cumming in Morning's tight ass, Gigi and Bella had taken turns riding his face until his lips and tongue were so numb they could barely function.

An exhausted Brandon staggered from Day's and Morning's apartment early the following morning, leaving Gigi and Bella to move their meagre possessions themselves. The only thing of substance the girls had were two vintage-looking weapons—a double-edged straight sword with a rounded tip and an exceptionally sharp battle axe. However, when the girls had boxed their scanty chattels, Antoinette turned up to offer her car to shift the women. Because her charges held the boxes, Antoinette picked up the weapons. She looked at them questioningly.

"Family heirlooms," Morning stated dismissively, trying not to snatch them from Antoinette's hands.

Gigi's and Morning's rented apartment came fully furnished. Antoinette had thoughtfully stocked it with bed linen, towels and washers, tea towels, plates, and cutlery. She'd also stocked the fridge, freezer and pantry with food. The final piece of the puzzle was a selection of white and red wines in case Gigi and Morning wanted to entertain. Antoinette invited herself to stay for dinner, which was catered by the four-star restaurant on the apartment block's lower level. Setting up the dinner table, Antoinette showed Gigi and Bella how to match the wine with each dish, which cutlery to use when, and how to flirt with a wineglass in hand.

Antoinette was truly enjoying teaching her two young charges the ins and outs of being a genuinely high-class escort. She'd come to see them as almost the daughters she'd never had. However, she dismissed that idea because sexually desiring your daughters would be wrong on so many levels.

It was close to midnight when Antoinette sighed regretfully. "Well," she said. "I guess I should let you two settle in and get some sleep. Thanks for allowing this old broad to stay for dinner and enjoy your company."

Morning and Day exchanged a questioning look. Knowing what the other desired, Morning turned her eyes back to Antoinette. "Honey," Morning said in a deep, smoky voice. "Your nipples have been tenting your blouse all evening, and by how you keep crossing your legs, your little pussy is swamping and throbbing. Wouldn't you prefer to join us in bed? We hate sleeping alone, so we usually sleep together. We'd like you to stay."

Antoinette stared, amazed that these two young girls seemed to have read her mind and even more amazed that they could desire her. Bella (Morning) sensed Antoinette's amazement. "We're probably a little older than you think," she said, dismissively understating the age difference. "You're an attractive woman, and we'd like to taste your essence, assuming you're willing?"

"Oh, I'm willing," Antoinette eagerly stated, her breast nubs tenting her blouse and her thighs unawarely rubbing together, stimulating her clitoris.

Morning and Day stood, offering their hands to the attractive older woman. Antoinette almost leapt to her feet to take them. Morning pulled Antoinette closer until the shorter woman's breasts rested underneath hers. Day moved in behind Antoinette, and Antoinette found herself crushed in a Stark women sandwich. Bella's luscious lips descended onto hers as Gigi's hands snaked under her armpits and began undoing buttons.

"Oh my!" Antoinette exclaimed as Gigi's hands slid inside her bra and took possession of her nipples.

Gigi gently nibbled Antoinette's shoulders, pausing to blow softly in the pretty older woman's ears. Meanwhile, Bella's (Morning's) hands had delicately worked Antoinette's skirt undone and had pulled it down until it dropped onto the floor. Pulling Antoinette's panties aside, Morning's gifted fingers slid along the older woman's slippery slit and onto her love button.

"Oh lawd," Antoinette moaned into Bella's mouth as Bella's thumb swirled over her clit, and she thrust two fingers into their mentor's sopping pussy. 'No wonder Evan and Susan immediately rebooked them,' Antoinette distantly thought as she gave herself over to the sensuous stimulation from the sisters.

The lovers were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Day chuckled and told her daughter and Antoinette to "Carry on". Opening the door, Day was surprised but pleased to see Brandon.

"Oh, umm, hi, Gigi," Brandon stuttered. "I was in the area and decided to check to ensure you'd moved in without a problem." He blushed under Gigi's steely gaze. "Umm, you said I could drop around any time," he added lamely.

Day smiled widely, "And it's definitely 'any time'," she teased. "You couldn't handle two of us last night. What do you think your chances of handling three tonight are?"

"Three?" Brandon questioned. Then he added, "I'm not sure, but I'm prepared to die in the attempt."

"Then die you shall," Day announced as she grabbed Brandon's elbows and pulled him close enough to lock her lips with his. Day revelled in feeling Brandon's substantial cock swelling against her abdomen.

Hooking her arm through his, Day guided Brandon deeper into the apartment. Morning had their mentor pressed up against the wall. Antoinette's large, surgically enhanced breasts hung outside her bra. Morning slurped excitedly at them as she delved her fingers inside the older woman's pussy and thumbed her clit.

Looking over at the clearly stimulated Brandon, Morning smiled, "Oh, hello, Brandon. Come back for round two, have we?"

"Umm," Brandon stammered, blushing bright red. "I, umm, only came to check you'd moved in safely."

As Brandon protested his innocence, Day stripped his jacket off his shoulders and flung it over the couch. Then she knelt and pulled his trousers and boxers down. Brandon said "safely" with a squeak when Day engulfed his throbbingly erect todger with her warm, wet mouth.

Antoinette opened her eyes long enough to moan and then say, "Hi, Brandon. I'm glad you're here, but I don't think the pair of us are enough for these vixens. I think they're liable to kill us."

"Yeah, but what a way to go!" Brandon grinned and then groaned as Day swirled her tongue over his big, purple glans.

Antoinette failed to respond. She was too busy duelling tongues with Morning (Bella). As Morning kissed her older lover, she slowly manoeuvred the sexy older woman through the bedroom door. Antoinette managed to kick her feet clear of her dress and walked backward until she felt something press against her calves and the backs of her knees. A little panicked, Antoinette tried to push back, but Bella was remorseless and pushed her again.

Tensing up and expecting to hurt, Antoinette fell back and gratefully fell onto a soft bed. Morning hesitated long enough to tug Antoinette's panties off, leaving her in her bra, suspenders and heels, before reaching over to her bedside table and pulling a strap-on out of the drawer.

"Oh, yes!" Antoinette cooed eagerly, her sopping pussy spasming at the thought of being fucked by her gorgeous protégé.

Gigi (Day) led Brandon in by his throbbing member a few seconds later. Getting on her hands and knees on the bed, facing the beautiful older woman, Gigi enticingly waved her shapely ass at the muscular bodyguard. Not one to ignore a hint, Brandon lined his pulsating cock up with Day's entrance and rammed it home.

"Yes!" Day shouted. "Give it to me hard, big boy!"

Morning grinned at her mother as she grasped the backs of Antoinette's knees and forced them up and apart. Taking her cue from Brandon, Morning lined her 'cock' up with Antoinette's dripping vulva and forcefully shoved it inside. Antoinette's knees fought Morning's grip. Knowing what the beautiful woman wanted, Morning let go, and Antoinette's calves wrapped around her hips. Arching her back and thrusting her pudenda up at Morning's invading 'cock', she pleaded with her lover to fuck her harder.

With Antoinette and Morning alternating with the strap-on, the Stark women were able to be satiated. Unfortunately, having three women in bed simultaneously was too much for Brandon, and completely exhausted, he left only two hours into the debauchery.

Antoinette stayed the weekend, helping her protégés set out their apartments and bedrooms. By Monday, Day and Morning were in business. After that, it was a rare night that at least one of them didn't have a booking. With money pouring in, Morning began meditating again, searching through her three-and-a-half thousand years of life and countless years of inherited racial memories for clues and indications of how to take the fight to her clan's long-term nemeses. Now she'd learnt how to kill them permanently, Morning was intent on destroying them.

The highlight from this time of relaxation and preparation was the weekend they spent in the Catskills with Evan and Susan. Morning and Day had upped the ante from Day's early attempt at appearing more masculine. Using her transformation skills, Morning had changed herself and her mother into more masculine versions of themselves before they travelled to Evan and Susan's place.

Susan, as a lesbian who loved butch women, and Evan, who was gay, even though he couldn't admit it to himself, found themselves almost in heaven as their girls role-played masculinity. Morning had considered giving herself a 'real' cock, but decided it would be too difficult to explain if she did.

Life was good for Morning and her mother. They'd paid off George within a week of beginning work for him and managed to put away a sizeable amount of money in the bank accounts he'd got for them. Using Brandon as a courier, they'd sent a thousand dollars to Debbie along with a note saying 'thank you for the loan'. Morning and Day loved sex, and they loved how big George had helped them, so every time they dropped by his offices, they willingly pounced on their protector and bedded him until he was exhausted. They'd also made good friends with Eloise and Antoinette.

These two older women were both escorts who had gotten too old to continue in the trade. George, who pretended to be a gruff, cut-throat entrepreneur but, in reality, was a big old teddy bear, had hired the pair as his secretaries and gofers to ensure they had an income until they were old enough to retire.

Day and Morning thought they'd, at least temporarily, escaped the slavers' attentions. Unfortunately, around twelve weeks after becoming escorts, Morning awoke early one morning with the icy certainty that five more slavers had been sent to discover what happened to the five she and Day had despatched and to reacquire and kill her and her mother.

When her mother awoke later that day, Morning explained what she'd seen. Day agreed they needed to leave immediately. However, they'd need to cash in their bank accounts and arrange new IDs. Fortunately, they knew just the man to make that happen.

Morning temporarily changed her and Day's appearance to look like what would be their new faces and bodies. After changing them back, she and Day crashed in on George. After satiating their mentor's ardour, Morning texted him the pictures she'd taken earlier. George looked at them and asked, "Why did you send me pictures of Beyoncé and her sister? Wait. They're not the Knowles sisters, are they? More like impersonators of someone famous."

Morning grinned as she gently stroked George's deflated cock. "George, Daddy," she said winningly. "We need you to make us some new IDs with those photos. What we were running from when we first came to you has returned, and we need to get out of Boston. We also need you to empty our bank accounts and get us the cash. Plus, we'd like you to arrange a meeting for us with your counterpart in New York.

George sighed, knowing he'd miss the two women. His agency would definitely miss the income these two brought in. He also knew when someone was in trouble. Gigi and Bella were in trouble, and he could sense that. George was wise enough to ensure he didn't put himself, the people he worked with, and his business between his two escorts and that trouble. People died when they were stupid enough to do that.

"I don't know how that'll work," George grumbled as he gently removed his 'tired' cock from Bella's hand. "You two don't look anything like Beyoncé or Solange. But, whatever, what surname do you want on the IDs?"

"Bonhomme, please, George," Morning said before adding, "And let me worry about how we look. Of course," she smilingly added. "We'd expect to pay your typical fee for doing something like this. Thirty-five thousand, wasn't it?"

George chuckled, "Honey, given how much money you and your sister have earned for me over the last twelve weeks, I'll do this for you for gratis. But, make an old man happy, would ya? Drop in and fuck his brains out occasionally?"

Kissing big George's handsome face, Day replied, "If it's safe to do so, we'd love to, Daddy George."

"I'll get Antoinette and Eloise onto it now," George stated. "I'll send Brandon over to pack up your apartment and put everything into storage, ready for shipment to your new place. Eloise will book you back into the Marriott until your new identities are ready."

"Thank you, big Daddy George," Morning said. "You must let us pay, though."

"No, I mustn't," George denied. He left briefly to get Eloise and Antoinette on the job. Returning, he spread his arms wide and said, "One more time for old times' sake?"

Stifling tears and sobs, Day and Morning dragged George back to bed and fucked him until his tender todger refused to work anymore.

The End of Chapters One and Two.

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