She licked her lips sluttishly at him, but he didn't respond, only smiled slightly and sipped at his drink. This didn't discourage Missy. If anything, his seeming indifference only enflamed her passion further. She began thrusting her hips, pushing her cock into Janet's moist little hand. The Asian girl kept her fingers just loose enough around her shaft that Missy couldn't quite build up the friction necessary to shoot her load. It was a necessary precaution, given Missy's state of excitement, but it made the horny blonde half crazy with frustration.

"Yeah," Janet said hoarsely, her own excitement very evident. Her cock was hard and hot against the back of Missy's thigh. Her dark skin felt warm, unthinkably soft and smooth, but with a framework of strong steel underneath.

"Yeah, girl, you like that, don't you? You like me jacking your fat trannie cock, huh? Huh?"

Missy bit her lip. The second "Huh?" was a signal for her to respond, to whisper in a throaty Marilyn Monroe voice that she did like it, to please play with her dick, please let her cum. Those words would have been perfectly sincere, but it would have been the beginning of Janet stealing her limelight again.

But there was nothing to be done; if she wanted to cum at all, she had to play along. Janet held all the cards in this game. So she said, lisping babyishly, that she did like it, that she loved it, that Janet's hand felt just so good on her poor itchy cock. Wouldn't Janet let her cum? Just this once? Pretty please?

"No, baby, you gotta beg for it prettier than that. Come on, talk pretty for mama. Talk sweet."

Janet pressed Missy's throbbing cock up against her belly, running the tip of her index finger maddeningly up and down the ropey-veined underside of the shaft. She drew slow spirals around the pulsating orbs of the blonde trannie's overheated balls. For a long moment, this exquisite teasing robbed Missy of the ability to speak at all, only stutter and whimper, her body twitching spastically. Janet knew exactly how to play with her so that her nuts didn't blow. She could keep her this way for hours if she wanted, until Missy's balls went a delicate shade of blue.

"I don't hear my baby talking pretty to me," Janet said, her voice honeyed but with a warning edge. "Mama likes pretty talk from her girl. Come on, now...mama will jack you good if you talk pretty to her."

Bullshit, Missy thought. "Mama" would continue torturing her for as long as possible, until the bulk of the client's time had been used up. Yes, she would jack her off eventually; that was the whole point of the session, to watch the hot trannie cum like a firehose. But that didn't mean Janet wouldn't use it as an excuse to torture her.

But there was nothing to be done; in order to get to that exquisite moment of release, she had to talk pretty for mama.

So talk pretty, bitch. Work it. And when you get Miss Janet home, maybe she'll be the one who gets her ass handcuffed in the shower and a big hot dick in that little mouth of hers.

"Pleease, mama," Missy groaned, rolling her shoulders. "Please let me cum. Please rub my poor dick just a little more...it feels so good..."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the client leaning ever so slightly forward in his chair. He was paying attention now. Missy wished she had time-or was standing close enough-to check his trousers for signs of arousal. She couldn't have said exactly why...but damn, that man was hot! If pissy Miss Janet wasn't with her, she would have offered him a little bonus action, but the way Janet bitched about that kind of thing, you'd have thought she was a certified public accountant.

That didn't matter, though. The gleam in the man's eye meant that he was theirs. Get a guy turned on enough and he'd do anything for you, Missy had learned that long ago.

So she put some hot sauce on her pretty-talk, whimpering and giggling and swiveling her hips even as Janet was damn near tickling her dickhead to death. The prospect of exciting this cool, quiet-spoken man inspired Missy, made her work it like she never had before. And Miss Janet responded in kind, purring like a sweet mama cat, whispering her fingers over Missy's meat with extra-special delicacy, as though she could taste the blonde trannie's quivering dick with her fingertips.

Even so, after a couple of minutes of this exquisite torture, Missy was starting to give out. She could feel precum dripping from her cock, feel the peculiar ache at the base of her spine that meant she was getting ready to cum a big one. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold her orgasm back forever.

Just as she was beginning to apply herself to thinking of a way to get as much mileage out of her climax as possible (swiveling her hips so her cock twirled in a circle as she squirted jizz was an idea...it had never worked before, but hell, it was worth a fifth try...), the client broke his silence.

"Fuck her in the ass," he said, in his delicately-accented voice.

Missy and Janet traded glances. Neither, at first, knew whether he meant Missy should fuck Janet or Janet should put her dick in Missy.

"The Asian," the man growled, clearly impatient. "Fucks the blonde." He pulled a bill from his wallet and waved it briefly. Missy couldn't make out how big it was, but she saw enough zeroes to keep her interested.

"You're the boss," Janet smiled. Then she spat-loudly and abundantly-into the palm of her small hand, and began slathering her cock with spit. She made a show of getting turned on by her own ministrations, wriggling her ass and licking her lips as her dick went stiff.

Missy shut her eyes as Janet positioned herself behind her. She loved being fucked, but she felt the same vague resentment as before, all too aware that the client was watching Janet at least as much as he was watching her. But still...money was money.

She could feel Janet's hands fumbling with her cheeks, spreading them and getting her prick in position. A moment later Missy's eyes bulged, flashing blue fire as eight solid inches of hot Asian she-dick pierced her ass.