Fifi and Laverne are upper class prostitutes working in the 50's , the Era of the sweater girls. To them, sex is not a chore, it's an adventure. Adventures certainly come their way in large doses. One of a new breed of recent writes that pulls no punches.
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Excerpt
Men want sex but can’t always get it, but as a woman I can get it whenever I want, and I want it a lot.
My name is Fifi Labelle. I’m just under six-foot-tall, taller still in heels, and men worship me and my sensual body. You wonder why?
Picture me with long blonde hair, a face that conveys a mixture of beauty and wanton sedu-0ction. My tits are big and slightly pendulous with long nipples and big aureole. My body? curvaceous with a narrow waist, especially when I wear a girdle to emphasize my shape, and full hips, My arse, fleshy and curvaceous. My legs? long. My pussy has only a sprinkling of fuzz, trimmed and pouting, but, if you want a piece of me, you must pay. If you want my body, you must pay. If you want to fuck me, you must pay, and you will pay me well, because I like my luxuries in life. I might crave cock, but I’m not cheap. I’m a high-class tart and I give value for money.
It’s Coronation year 1952, we have a new Queen. We’re long done with rationing and that’s just to set the current scene. I’m not one to care about the outside world, I’m only interested in sex, and I don’t care which gender it’s with. My live-in maid, Laverne, is only too happy to suck on my twat, or to fuck me with one of our big dildo’s, not that I’m adverse to giving it back to her. I love to hear her scream for more, it makes me excited.
