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those guys with their hard-ons. Perhaps I'd finally come if I looked
     at women. Bingo! After this feat my fantasy had to leave the page and become reality.
    I went to a party with a friend - a really good friend - and arranged to sleep at her house afterwards. We drank champagne
     until we couldn't drink any more, and got really smashed. Back at her place, she decided to take a shower.
    'Come on, you're taking ages in there.'
    'I can't hear you.'
    I went into the bathroom to harass her.
    'I want to have a shower too.'
    'So come in then,' she answered innocently, with no ulterior motives. So I did . . .
    I remember the sensation of torpor and pleasure at being there, face to face with another girl, naked, showering in front
     of me.
    'What's wrong?'
    'Nothing.'
    My excitement was mounting, but I didn't make the first move. In spite of my confusion, my lust, desire, availability, fear,
     I found it all odd. I just stared. It all passed, however, when she took the initiative. Under the hot shower, the bathroom
     filled with steam, the two of us silent, wet, she delicately ran her hands over my body. I let myself go with each touch.
     I touched her too and got another touch in return. A body just like mine. Her sex just like mine. Feminine, curvaceous, soft.
     We slept together that night and it was really good.
    It never happened again with her. We both felt embarrassed. Neither of us said a word about that night either. And our friendship
     cooled off. How could I share things with a friend I'd been to bed with? We met up some time later and became friends again,
     but it was never the same. I regret what we did that night. No matter howgood the experience was, I'd rather have my friend
     back.
    One day, two clients turned up together.
    'Do you want to go one at a time?'
    'We want to go at the same time.'
    Wow! Was I up to it? I'd never done a double penetration before (the so-called DP). They say curiosity killed the cat. In
     my case, the cat has seven lives and is still going strong.
    'Let's do it!'
    In the beginning, I didn't know who to pay attention to. I started by sucking one off, but the other came and knelt next to
     his friend, so I gave them a double blow job. I kissed one, then the other. I wondered if something might happen between them,
     as it often does with women in a menage a trois. But I realised nothing was going to happen between these two. Only the heads of their dicks touched, and even then only when
     I held them together and tried to suck them both at the same time. A difficult mission . . . although not impossible.
    Having two men at my beck and call gave me an incredible feeling of power. One of them lay down and I got on all fours and
     started blowing him. The other one got behind me and rammed his dick into my cunt. After ages in this position, he decided
     touse the back door. The one I was blowing slid under me and slipped his dick in the front door . . . I could feel the two
     of them battling it out inside me. And they weren't exactly small.
    'Can you feel the sword-fight inside you?'
    'What a fight . . .'
    It didn't matter that my movement was more restricted. Even better - everything can be done to a different rhythm. I discovered
     that I loved DP. The one behind me came first and left the room. I kept going with the other one for ages with me riding him,
     until he came. It was only after it was over that I saw that the first one's load had dripped on to the sheet. What a pain
     . . .
    The day-to-day life of a working girl has a very unglamorous side. I shared my tidy but simple room - beds, large wardrobe,
     mirrors, impersonal pictures on the wall, like the ones you see in hotels-with four other girls. Nothing like what you see
     in the cinema, for example, with those dressing tables dripping with costume jewellery. Since we also worked there, we had
     to keep it clean. We took turns sweeping and dusting. Not all of them liked the housework, but letting the place get dirty
     wasn't an