Penultimate Hustle: L.A. - Chapter Five, Part Two

While Natalia and her minions
worked on redecorating, Janique reviewed the existing footage to
determine how much usable video she had so far. It was hot stuff, for
sure. Mia and Gia were naturals on camera, and had been proven to do
pretty much anything. Lateesha's bathroom sodomy was an intense
vignette, but had only lasted about twenty minutes or so.




Still, she had about three hours
of footage, all told. Enough to advance her plans, she decided, but
she needed more. Janique realized that the spontaneous nature of the
encounters were part of what made them so enticing, and set about
devising more scenarios.





But before she could move forward,
there was business to attend to. Always business. She loved the act
of creation, and enjoyed being hands-on, but had decided that she
needed to offload as much of the day to day drudgery as possible. Too
much of her energy was being diverted to the details of running
things, and interfered with her art.




She walked into Janice's office,
and the receptionist (office manager, she reminded herself) quickly
put away the yellow legal pad she was writing on.





“Hey, Janice. Whatcha doin'?”




“Oh, just some creative writing.
For a little critique circle I'm a part of.”




“Cool!. Looks, I think we need
nametags and business cards. Do you have a printer you can
recommend?”




“Indeed, madame.” Janice
consulted her personal Dayrunner and wrote down the name and address
of a company she used for manuscripts. “Romeo should be able to
provide anything you need.”




“Romeo? That's hilarious.”




“Oh, it gets better. I won't
spoil it for you.”




“Perfection Printing. Nice. In
Beverly Hills, no less.”




“They do a lot of high-end
business work. Business cards are his specialty. He also does
run-offs of scripts for a lot of major studios.”




“Excellent. I'm going to work
out exactly what I need, and then take the girls on a little field
trip.”




“Do you need anything from me
while you're away?”




“Oh, just keep an eye on
Natalia. Don't let her smoke in the office.”




Janice smiled. “I don't think
that will be a problem.”




Janique returned to her desk and
began to work out what her cards needed on them. A smile crossed her
own face when she came up with the phrase “Private Independent
Movie Producer”. P.I.M.P. She loved it. The fact that she had
started a completely legal escort service wasn't enough. She wanted
to run the authorities' noses in it.




She went through the racks of her
own costumes and selected three schoolgirl outfits for Mia, Gia, and
Lateesha, and one for herself that suggested a principal or
headmaster.




Janique found them involved in the
process of setting up their bedroom, and distracting Natalia's movers
tremendously.




“Get dressed,” she told them.
“We're going shopping.”




The girls squealed with delight.




“And leave your panties and bras
here,” she added.




She changed with them, and the
sight of all that firm young flesh made her indescribably horny. The
schoolgirl outfits from Japan only heightened the effect. One
advantage she had in sticking with a particular body type, so far,
was that all of her many outfits fit the girls as well. Lateesha's
exaggerated tits and ass strained the limits of the fabric, however.




They changed heedless to the
workmen coming in out of the room, each of whom suddenly found reason
to stay and aimlessly move boxes around. Only Natalia had returned to
the truck.




“Line up and touch your toes,”
she told the girls.




When they had, she flipped their
skirts up, exposing their bare asses. One of the workers dropped a
lamp he was holding, and it shattered.




“Idiot!” Natalia screamed as
she walked in. Realizing what the problem was, she said, “Get out!”
and her hired hands reluctantly left the room. She stayed to watch,
however.




The girls, with Lateesha in the
middle, forming a reverse Oreo, widened their stances to keep their
balance as Janique slapped each of their asses hard enough to leave
bright red hand prints.





“Thank you, mommy,” they
responded.




Then she knelt behind them and
passed her tongue up and down their exposed pussies and asses,
relishing the scent as they grew increasingly wet. It was so
intoxicating, it almost turned into a scene right there. She stopped
herself with some reluctance before it did, and made a mental note to
someday develop a perfume that smelled like pussy, After “Still
Life With Woodpecker”, Chris had read “Jitterbug Perfume” to
her, igniting a love of fragrances that had persisted ever since.




Finally, she replaced their
too-short skirts and told them to stand. Janique smiled at a stunned
Natalia as they walked out.





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Outside, Janique hailed
a cab, and two of them screeched to a halt at the sight of them.
Nice, she thought, and selected one based on the appeal of the
driver. She opened the back door, and the girls piled in.




“Can I ride in
front?” she asked.




“Lady, you can do
whatever you want,” he said, and tripped over himself as he got out
to open her door.




When he had returned to
the driver's seat, Janique said, “Beverly Hills, and step on it.”
She had always wanted to say that.




In the back, the girls
had assumed the same formation as they had upstairs, and couldn't
keep their hands off of each other. Each of the twins was taking
turns kissing Lateesha as they worked themselves into a frenzy.
Janique watched with interest, and fired up a Marlboro. She noticed
the driver's momentary discomfort and rolled down her window.




“Problem?” she
asked.




“No, ma'am,” he
said. “I mean, technically, they're supposed to wear seatbelts, and
no one is allowed in front, either. But...” He glanced in the back
and realized what was happening, losing his train of thought.





“Hey!” Janique
said, and the girls snapped to attention. “No orgasms.”




They laughed and went
back to what they were doing. After that, the driver had trouble
focusing, and his eyes kept moving from Janique to the rearview
mirror. When his inattention to driving caused him to run a
stoplight, she took his hand and put it in her pants.





“Eyes on the road,”
she said.




He nodded vigorously,
and after that, his driving was as excellent as his fingerwork. I
love my life, Janique thought. She couldn't help but be reminded of
“Even Cowgirls Get The Blues”. It was just a Tom Robbins sort of
day.




They slowed down as
they entered Beverly Hills and made their way to Rodeo Drive. Janique
realized he was trying to drag out the trip, but she could hardly
blame him. She was so wet, she had to force herself not to cum, as
well.





She was thinking about
Chris.




They had spent a lot of
time on the highway with Janique's legs up on the dashboard, her tits
out for passing truckers. More than once they had caused massive
slowdowns and traffic snarls as drivers tried to keep her in sight.




At the printer's, she
had to remove his hand herself. Without a hint of self-consciousness,
he rubbed it all over his mouth and mustache. He's be smelling her
for the rest of the afternoon. Then he reached for his wallet and
tried to hand her sixty dollars.





“Don't be silly,”
she said, handing him a hundred of her own, instead. The business
side of her wanted to turn a profit, but she was too sympathetic to
the plight of working people to allow herself to do that. “Thanks,
sweetie. We make movies. Ultimate Hustle. Remember the name.” She
almost added that he could have any of them for three thousand
dollars an hour, but resisted the urge. He probably had a family to
take care of.




“Yes, ma'am!”




Janique smiled. She
liked making other people happy.