Wicked Obsession (21 page)

‘For fuck’s sake, Hayley,’ Anne bellowed. ‘I know how you can get out of this mess.’

‘How?’

‘The things you did with Alan and Dave … I do the same things with men.’

‘So? How is that going to help me?’

‘Men pay me for sex,’ Ann said softly.

Hayley stared open-mouthed at her little sister, obviously in shock as she held her hand to her head. Anne didn’t feel guilty or embarrassed about her confession. She was beyond such emotions, she thought as Hayley again sat beside her on the bench. Her quest wasn’t to destroy her sister now, it was to save her from ruin, and she knew how to help her. Hayley had had anal sex with Alan, she’d been thrashed with a branch by Dave … The vicar would pay well to spend some time with the girl.

‘You’re a prostitute?’ Hayley finally breathed.

‘Yes.’

‘I don’t believe it. You’re my little sister, you can’t be a …’

‘I take money from men in return for sex, Hayley. And you can do the same.’

‘What?’ the girl gasped, holding her hand to her mouth. ‘I’m not going to—’

‘All you have to do is what you did with Alan and Dave. The difference is that you’ll get paid for it.’

‘But … Anne, I owe a hell of a lot of money.’

‘And you can earn a hell of a lot of money.’

‘I’m going to need time to think about this. It’s come as a shock to discover that you’re a prostitute. It’s going to take time to come to terms with that, let alone working as a prostitute myself. How did you start? I mean, how did you get into it?’

‘That’s a long story. Hayley, the vicar will pay—’

‘The vicar? You mean, he pays you for …’

‘Yes, he does. So does Brian, Alan’s friend. Oh, and there’s a man who comes down from London. The people who have been phoning the house and asking for you … They believe that you’re a prostitute.’

‘Yes, I know,’ Hayley sighed. ‘I know where the mix-up came from. There was a call yesterday and I asked the man a few questions. There’s a girl calling herself Hayley and our phone numbers are very similar.’

‘I took another call earlier from a man who wants sex. He asked for you and … well, I told him that my name’s Hayley and I’m meeting him tomorrow morning.’

‘Anne, how can you do this? To sell your body for sex is … It’s awful.’

‘It’s profitable,’ Anne retorted. ‘He’s going to pay two hundred pounds for an hour.’

‘Really? God, that’s a lot of money.’

‘It’s cheap, Hayley. I’ll be putting my prices up soon. So, do you want to join me? We’ll go into business together and—’

‘No, no, I can’t,’ Hayley cut in. ‘I know that I’m in debt, but I can’t turn to prostitution.’

‘How much are the payments on your car?’

‘Five hundred a month.’

‘That’s easy – you can earn that in one week. Why don’t you keep your job, for the time being, and work with me in the evenings? You can keep your car and you’ll soon pay your credit card off.’

‘Anne, I can’t do it. It’s tempting but … I just can’t do it.’

‘I saw what you did with Dave just now. The only difference is that—’

‘I’ll get paid for it, I know. But … sex with the vicar? God, I could never do that.’

‘Come to the church with me now. If he’s there, we’ll—’

‘Anne, no.’

‘It’s that or bankruptcy. The choice is yours, Hayley.’

‘All right, but I’m only going to talk to him. I’m not going to give him a hand job for a few pounds, if that’s what you’re thinking.’

‘Come on, we’ll see whether he’s there or not.’

As she led her sister across the park, Anne reckoned that they could do well in business together. Men would pay a small fortune to have two sisters attend their most intimate needs, she knew as they neared the church. And the vicar had been asking about Hayley, so she was sure that he’d be up for it. The trouble was that Hayley wasn’t at all keen on the idea. If the vicar looked her up and down and suggested anal sex over the altar, she’d run a mile. Anne knew that she was going to have to work on Hayley to get her to agree.

Entering the church, she grinned as she noticed a light coming from the office. Ordering Hayley to hide, she said that she’d talk to the vicar and find out how much he’d pay for two sisters. Hayley wasn’t happy
and
said that she didn’t want to go through with it, but she finally agreed to at least talk to the man and waited in a dark corner outside the office door. Ann walked boldly into the office and grinned at the man of God.

‘How would you like to have my sister and me?’ she asked him.

He rose to his feet and stared at her ‘You mean … I can have Hayley over the altar?’

‘For a price, yes.’

‘Well, er … I’d love to. How much?’

‘Two hundred,’ Anne said, knowing that Hayley was listening.

‘Two hundred? But—’

‘There are no buts, vicar. Take it or leave it.’

‘I’m not rich, Anne.’

‘OK, let’s forget it.’

‘No, no. I have my savings so … yes, I’ll pay once a week.’

Hayley wandered into the office and smiled at the vicar. ‘Cash up front,’ she said, much to Anne’s surprise.

The vicar looked her up and down. ‘Of course,’ he said quietly. ‘I don’t have that sort of money here but …’

‘How much have you got?’ Hayley asked him.

He opened the desk drawer. ‘Fifty,’ he said.

Snatching the cash, Hayley pulled her knickers down her long legs and slipped them off her feet. ‘For fifty pounds, you may lick me,’ she said, lifting her short skirt up over her stomach. ‘Think of this as an introductory offer. Anne will give you a wank while you lick me.’

Sitting on the edge of the desk and lying back, Hayley parted her thighs wide as the vicar gazed in awe at her sparse blonde pubes. Anne stared in
disbelief
as her sister parted the fleshy lips of her pussy and exposed her inner folds. They were in business, she thought happily as the vicar knelt on the floor and licked the other girl’s wet sex crack. Slurping between her parted sex lips, lapping up her flowing milk, he lifted his cassock and displayed his solid cock. Anne wasted no time, kneeling and grabbing his hard shaft as he licked and slurped between Hayley’s slender thighs.

Hayley breathed heavily, her young body trembling, as Anne wanked the vicar. This was perfect, Anne thought, imagining the money they could earn. They’d build up a list of clients, pay off Hayley’s debts, and then get a flat together. Wondering about renting the cottage that Jack was staying in, she knew that she’d have to put a stop to the marriage. The last thing she needed was Hayley getting married and ruining their new-found business.

The vicar’s cock twitching, his full balls heaving, Anne wanked his rock-hard shaft faster as Hayley neared her orgasm. The girl was gasping, her beautiful body shaking uncontrollably, as the vicar sucked her erect clitoris into his hot mouth. Easy money, Anne thought, watching her sister’s eyes rolling. Hayley was beautiful, she mused. The lips of her pussy were puffy and succulent, her breasts were large … Two sisters in business, she thought excitedly.

Hayley cried out as her pleasure exploded. Her head lolled from side to side and she stretched the fleshy lips of her pussy open wide as the vicar worked on her pulsating clitoris. The man of God was nearing his orgasm, Anne knew as his cock swelled in her hand. She though about sucking his purple knob into her mouth and sucking out his spunk, but he’d only paid fifty pounds. All he’d get was a wank, she decided.

‘I want to fuck her,’ the priest gasped, rising to his feet and pressing his swollen knob between Hayley’s pussy lips.

‘No,’ Anne said, grabbing his cock. ‘You can spunk over her pussy, but you’re not fucking her.’

Rubbing the vicar’s purple globe hard against her sister’s pulsating clitoris, Anne grinned as the girl cried out in the grip of her climax. The priest’s sperm gushed from his throbbing knob, splattering Hayley’s smooth stomach and running down her open sex valley to her gaping vaginal hole. He threw his head back and let out a low moan of pleasure. He was desperate to push his cock into Hayley’s tight vagina, but Anne wouldn’t allow it. The introductory offer didn’t include a fuck, she thought as his sperm-flow finally stemmed.

‘Naughty boy,’ she murmured as his cock began to deflate in her hand.

‘She’s beautiful,’ the vicar gasped, gazing at Hayley’s sperm-dripping sex crack. ‘I’ll get the money and … Come here tomorrow evening and I’ll fuck both of you.’

‘I think this is going to be a good arrangement,’ Hayley said shakily as she propped herself up on her elbows.

‘It is,’ Anne agreed. ‘And the vicar has a friend who will pay us.’

‘Yes, yes, I have several friends,’ he said, lowering his cassock as Hayley clambered off the desk. ‘We’ll arrange evenings and—’

‘How many friends?’ Anne cut in.

‘I know of at least three who will pay you.’

‘OK, contact them and arrange separate evenings for each of them.’

‘Yes, yes, I will. May I just look at your tits, Hayley?’

‘No,’ the girl replied firmly. ‘You don’t have enough money. Next time you can have all of me.’

‘Let’s go,’ Anne said, moving to the door. ‘We’ll be in touch, vicar. Contact your friends, and let me know the arrangement tomorrow.’

‘Thank you, girls,’ the man of God breathed, his face beaming as they left his office.

Once they were outside the church, Anne turned to Hayley and grinned. ‘Well,’ she said. ‘You did surprise me. I thought that you were going to run off.’

‘I need the money,’ Hayley sighed. ‘I don’t like doing this but—’

‘You had a massive orgasm,’ Anne cut in, with a giggle. ‘You’re not trying to tell me that you didn’t enjoy it?’

‘No, but … he’s our local vicar, Anne. We’ve known him since we were kids, for God’s sake.’

‘I don’t see what that has to do with it. We’ve got cunts, he’s got cash …’

‘Don’t put it that way, it sounds awful. Anyway, I suppose we’re in business.’

‘We certainly are,’ Anne trilled as they walked home. ‘We’ll soon have your debts cleared. You keep all the money we earn until you’re straight, and then we’ll go halves.’

‘It will take a long time, I’m afraid.’

‘Don’t worry about that – we’ll sort it out.’

‘I feel that I’m getting to know you,’ Hayley said, placing her arm around Anne’s shoulders as they neared their house. ‘We’ll go up to my room and make our plans, OK?’

‘Our plans for earning a fortune,’ Anne said, hoping she could dissuade Hayley from marrying Jack.

Nine

ANNE AND HAYLEY
had chatted for several hours before finally going to bed. The outcome had been good, apart from one thing Hayley had said that had shocked Anne. Hayley wasn’t going to marry Jack, which was good news, but she had confessed to being in love with Dave. She’d said that she’d never screwed him behind Anne’s back, but she’d wanted him from the day that Anne had taken him to the house and introduced him to her family. Anne hadn’t said anything in response to her sister’s revelation, but she knew that she was going to have to get Dave out of the way.

‘I’m ready when you are,’ Hayley said, wandering into Anne’s bedroom. ‘I shouldn’t have taken the day off work, but—’

‘Don’t worry about that,’ Anne cut in. ‘I just hope that this man is willing to pay both of us.’ Following Hayley down the stairs, she decided to say something about Dave. ‘If you end up with Dave,’ she said as they left the house, ‘I mean, will you still work with me?’

‘Let’s take this one step at a time,’ Hayley sighed. ‘I have enough on my plate as it is without worrying about a future with Dave. Of course, it really depends on him. I haven’t told him how I feel, so let’s wait and see what happens.’

As she walked to the church with her sister, Anne knew that Dave was going to be a problem. He’d wanted Hayley all along, and he’d be over the moon if she declared her love for him. But there was no way that he’d agree to her working as a prostitute with her little sister. He could become a real problem, and one that would have to be dealt with. But how? Sitting on the low wall outside the church with Hayley, Anne decided to see Dave later that day and deal with him.

‘You look great,’ she said, eyeing Hayley’s short skirt, her naked thighs. ‘But you look great whatever you wear.’

‘So do you, Anne. I don’t know why you’ve never had any confidence.’

‘I suppose it’s because you’ve always done so well. You have lovely blonde hair and …’

‘Your hair is great. Auburn hair is lovely, but you need to grow it.’

‘Your tits are bigger than mine,’ Anne said, giggling as she jutted her breasts out.

‘Not all men like big tits, I can assure you. You’re eighteen and lovely, Anne. Stop worrying about your looks.’

Hayley was right, Anne thought, checking her watch and looking up and down the lane. She hoped that the man would turn up and was pleased to be working with her sister. After years of squabbling, they were becoming friends. Their parents would think it strange that they didn’t argue any more, but they’d never discover why. Gazing at Hayley, her blue eyes and full red lips, Anne recalled the lesbians in the derelict house. She never did go back for more lesbian sex, she reflected. Maybe she’d go to the house one lunchtime and see the girls, lick the girls.

‘Hayley?’ a man asked as he pulled up in his car.

‘Yes,’ Hayley replied.

‘Who’s your friend?’ the man asked.

Anne leaned through the open passenger window. ‘We’re sisters,’ she said. ‘Would you like to screw two sisters?’

‘How much?’

‘Three hundred. You get one for half-price.’

‘OK, get in.’

Sitting in the car’s back seat with Hayley, Anne ordered the man to turn the car round and drive to the woods. He was in his fifties with greying hair and a suntanned face, and not at all bad-looking. He was wearing a white shirt and tie and was obviously a businessman. And, by the look of his car, he had money. Did he have a wife? Anne wondered. Did all married men go to prostitutes? This was going to work out well, she thought as he pulled up on the grass verge by the woods. Hayley looked rather anxious, but Anne knew that she’d be all right. Once she had her knickers off and the man was licking her pussy, she’d relax.