Chapter One

A message from Jenny

 

Sassy Marwood was awoken by a chime from her cell phone, which was recharging on the bedside cabinet. She glanced across the room and saw that Jessica, her twin sister, was still sleeping soundly. Small wonder, it was only just past 5 o'clock in the morning, still dark, and they'd only been in their beds for a couple of hours at most. Sassy turned over and tried to ignore the phone, but a couple of minutes later the message alert sounded again.

"Christ!" Sassy murmured sleepily, swinging her legs out of the bed and fumbling for the phone in the dark. In doing so, she knocked over the glass of water on the cabinet. "Fuck and blast!"

"What? What's that?" Jessica was half-way out of her bed even before she had fully awakened. "Oh, it's you, Sassy. Have you only just got in?"

"Don't be silly, of course not."

Sassy fumbled for the bedside light and turned it on. Jess was naked except for a pair of big cotton pants - her habitual sleeping attire, which Sassy often teased her about. Sassy was completely nude and hadn't even bothered to remove her makeup from the previous night spent at the local clubs.

The twins were just 19 years old, and Jessica was 17 minutes younger than Sassy. However, nobody would ever guess that they once shared the same womb together. They were indeed fraternal twins, but in no way identical. Sassy was blonde and svelte, a gymnast with an athletic body, whereas Jessica was of mixed-race, with black hair and tawny skin, and she was softer and more voluptuous than her twin sister. Their temperaments were decidedly different too. Jess was cautious, reserved and quiet, whereas Sassy was the adventurous one, outgoing and always ready for a risk and an outrageous joke.

 

"What are you doing, Sass?" Jessica grumbled.

"Sorry, go back to sleep, sis." Sassy grabbed the phone and wiped it dry. "I spilled water all over the fucking place."

"Turn the light off, you silly cow." Jessica fell back onto her bed, hunching the duvet over her curled form.

Sassy, satisfied that her phone wasn't damaged, glanced at its screen. The incoming text message was from a number she didn't recognise, with a 001 prefix. She frowned and checked the text message.

"Jenny!" she murmured in surprise. Then, louder, she called: "Hey, Jess, I just got a message from Jenny."

That roused Jessica again. Jenny was the twins' older sister. She had left home a couple of months before, heading for the USA on an extended working vacation in Chicago, taking a year out of her studies. Typical of Jenny, she hadn't been in touch since. Now, out of the blue, a text message...

"I suppose it must still be a reasonable time there," Jessica grumbled, sitting up in bed and pushing an untidy mass of hair back from her face. "They're 6 hours behind us. What's she got to say anyway?"

"Holy fuck!" Sassy said, reading the message. "All it says is, 'Help! Desperate for money to get home. Check your emails!' What's all that about?"

"Best check your emails then!" Jess said, coming to sit beside her sister and peering over at the small screen of the phone.

Sure enough, amongst the usual dross in Sassy's untidy email in-box, there was a new message from Jenny's rarely-used Gmail account. It didn't really amount to a message, as such ... just an internet link. When Sassy clicked on it, the images on the smartphone's screen made both of the girls gasp in unison.

"OMG!" Jessica exclaimed.

"That's Jenny alright!" Sassy said, peering at the lewd photographs. "It's an advert on Backpages.com... just look at its heading: 'New Sweetheart in town! Call Me for a great time :) - 22'. She seems to be calling herself Amanda, though."

"I'm not surprised she's changed her name with those piccies," Jess said, watching as Sassy scrolled down the screen. "It looks as though she's modelling your saucy undies, Sassy."

There were 7 or 8 photographs of Jenny in provocative poses, none of them nude but all showing her wearing sexy lingerie.

"It's no joking matter, Jess," Sassy said. "Just look at the ad."

They both read the advertisement together. It was very much to the point:

 

INCALL AND OUTCALL

Location: City of Chicago, Downtown, GC, sub, all Chicago

Hey fellas my name is Amanda

I love to give you a GREAT time.

YOU GET WHAT YOU PAY FOR...

THE BEST EXOTIC EXPERIENCE EVER!!!

AMAZING PRICE. 30MIN...1HR...2HR....OVER NIGHT...

I'm a lot of fun so give me a call

My pictures are 100% real.

774 200 8549

Poster's age: 22

'Please note, my offer does not constitute prostitution. Prices charged are only for my time spent with you.'

 

"Holy fuck!" Sassy murmured. "Is that a phone number?"

"You're going to ring it?"

"Of course I am." Sassy quickly punched in the number and pressed the cell phone to her ear. The call was answered surprisingly quickly by a woman with an American accent. Sassy switched to speaker mode so that Jessica could hear. "Hello, is Jenny there?"

"Yes, this is Jenny," the voice said. "What's your pleasure?"

"No, I want Jenny from England," Sassy said. "I need to speak to her urgently."

"We don't have a Jenny here."

Sassy rolled her eyes and glanced at Jessica.

"I thought you said you were Jenny."

"I'm whoever you want me to be, honey. I just handle the bookings."

"Is Amanda there then?"

"Amanda is very busy right now."

"This is her sister, Sassy. Ask her to give me a ring, please."

With that, the call was abruptly terminated from the other end. Sassy cast a despairing glance at Jessica. She then tried to ring the originating number on the text message but that wasn't even in service.

"Maybe it will be better if a guy enquires, pretending to be a customer?" Jessica suggested. "We can ask Jurgen or Michael to phone."

When Sassy rang Michael, her current boyfriend, he was utterly uncooperative and grumbled about being rudely awakened at such an early hour. Although she tried to explain, he didn't seem to get the point. Sassy realised that Michael wasn't the right person to make a convincing covert phone call in these circumstances anyway, and she rang off in a huff.

"I don't know what you see in that stuffy prick," Jessica snorted, crossing the bedroom to get her own cell phone. "I'll ask my feller. He'll do it."

As predicted, Jessica's German boyfriend was considerably more amenable than Michael had been. Jurgen didn't even mention the time, much less complain about it. Sassy forwarded the internet link to him as Jess explained what they needed him to do, and he willingly agreed to make the call. To avoid suggesting any connection with Sassy's previous call, it was decided that Jurgen would pose as a punter flying into Chicago from Germany in the next few days, and wanting a fuck.

Jurgen was back in touch with Jessica less than 10 minutes later. His news wasn't reassuring: the booker had confirmed that Jenny - aka Amanda - was available 24/7 to provide any sexual services he could mention, for both incalls or outcalls. He had been given a list of prices too. Worse, the booker had given him the address of another escort web site link, and this time the photographs of Jenny were downright pornographic, with some pictures showing her pussy being reamed in graphic detail, and others depicting her sucking a succession of black cocks.

"OMG!" Sassy said. "Don't tell Mum until we've tried to sort it out."