Nadine and Jo’s BlowJob Swap – PART ONE

On the way out of the building, a bit of a problem arose as several guys asked her the color of her panties and others asked her when they should start calling her to set up appointments. The whole point had been for Nadine to find out what being a prostitute really was like… by blowing complete strangers who just happen to call her cell… rather than make-believing and just blowing guys she already knew. Plus, Nadine was really looking forward to sucking off lots of new guys, of all shapes, sizes, colors and ages… not just her ‘regulars’ at work. 

Thinking quickly, Sabrina suggested several possible solutions. On the one hand, Nadine could just start wearing her new ‘Escort outfit’ to work once or twice a week and let guys come to her for blowJobs as usual. Nadine liked this idea. Or, she could actually start working as a prostitute, wearing these same jeans and ensemble at least one or two nights a week and let the guys at work call and make appointments like everyone else… maybe for free or for a reduced price. Nadine liked this idea even more. I suggested she do both, and she liked that idea the most.

As for the ‘Blown by Nadine’ t-shirts, we could promise EVERY guy in the building a free t-shirt or we could sell them at a reasonable price and give all proceeds to some charity. Wow! Nadine loved this idea too!

She finally asked me whose idea the panties question had been.

“Was it you?” she asked me. She knows I’m very much a panty lover, especially the nice satin bikini panties she wears especially because I like them. Of course, I ALWAYS know what color she’s wearing, because she lives with me. Anyway, she thought it was all my idea.

“No,” I answered, matter-of-factly. “Believe it or not, it was Jo’s idea.”

Nadine thought it was a WONDERFUL idea. 

“I’m going to have fun having guys try to guess,” she said.

“While you blow them?” I asked.

“Uh huh,” she said proudly.

It was obvious from the pranks Nadine and Jo were playing on each other, essentially making sure that they each had endless cocks to suck, that the two girls were becoming fast friends. I was very pleased.

Nadine was very pleased when she turned on Jo’s cell phone and already had seven messages waiting. The first few were for Jo, but of course Nadine was going to answer them in case they led to work for her. The last four were rapid fire calls spurred on by her television interview. Nadine played one back and held the phone to my ear so I could here.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck your face when you were giving your reports. I can’t believe I’m finally going to get the chance. Please, please, pleeeease call me back at…”

Nadine was overJoyed. By the time she had made her seven call backs she had, sure enough, seven appointments. It was going to be a busy afternoon. She, me, Mike and Jeff (the cameraman and soundman) headed out to my car so I could be Nadine’s designated driver.

And then, seeing her in her amazingly tight jeans and realizing she could only be a prostitute, some drunk hobo propositioned Nadine almost as soon as we left the station building, literally just outside the front entrance. He didn’t have money, but the cameraman thought the lighting would be perfect and the soundman and I agreed, so Nadine squatted down right there on the sidewalk to blow this poor guy. He was dirty and drunk… he literally had to lean against the building, but Nadine figured it was like her donating to a soup kitchen and it certainly would be a cute news story… so she squatted down without hesitation. Soon she was on her knees deep throating him in front of the video camera with me also shooting digitals. A crowd gathered to watch her and everyone either recognized her or was quickly told who she was. A few guys wanted her to blow them too, but we told them Nadine already had seven appointments so she had to move along. We gave them all her cell phone number and encouraged them to call… especially to win that free t-shirt.

“Hmm hmmm,” Nadine laughed as she rolled her eyes, holding the hobo in her mouth for yet another digital picture.

Meanwhile, poor Jo apparently was already blowing her seventh guy upstairs and the line-up numbered at least fifty more. Jackie had popped by to ask her how she was doing.

“Hmm hmm,” she answered happily.

Nadine’s first official call was a big, burly biker who called himself Thor. He’d intended to see JoAnne, but absolutely LOVED Nadine’s tight jeans and other prostitute garb and so he gruffly reamed her throat instead. As he fucked her face, he commented that Nadine really should work the streets if she was dressed like that.

“You know where you should go…” he said thoughtfully as he pounded her throat.

“Hmm?” Nadine asked between gags.

“East Dundas… there’s a biker bar there. Just stand out in the parking lot. You won’t even have to rent a room… you can kneel right there in the lot for your blowJobs… the police won’t bother you there and you’ll be kept busy all night.”

“Hmm hmm,” Nadine thanked him sincerely. And I could tell by the look in her eyes that she couldn’t wait until Friday night to try there.

Nadine was still blowing him when I suddenly remembered that she’d forgotten about the free t-shirt and to ask him the color of her panties. So I told him about everything… about Nadine being a weather girl for our station and that her face would be on the t-shirt (with her blowing me, nicely enough, even though all you can see of me is from my mid belly to mid-thigh).

“She wears satin bikinis,” I told him.

“Niiiice,” he said, approvingly.

“Before she tells you, Nadine wants you to try to guess what color they are?” I informed him.

He looked down at Nadine, who was looking up at him expectantly with her big, blue eyes while slowly sliding her mouth to and fro along his bone.

“Pink?” he guessed.

“Hmm hmm,” she shook her head playfully.

“White?”

“Hmm hmm,” she shook her head again.

“Red?” 

“Hmm hmmm,” she shook her head again.

“Blue?”

“Hmm hmm,” she nodded. But then she asked: “Hmm hmm hmmm?”

“Light blue?”

Nadine nodded again. “Hmm hmmmm,” she said.

“Like a baby blue?”

Again she nodded.

“Very cute,” he told her.

“Hmm hmmm,” she purred proudly. Then she added: “Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm.”

He looked to me, his expression a bit puzzled.

“She’s just reminding you to call the station to get your t-shirt,” I translated.

“You understand her like that?” he asked me.

“Oh sure. At the station, Nadine spends much of her day with cocks in her mouth, so we’ve all gotten to know her language.” I smiled down at Nadine and her eyes twinkled happily back at me.

“Sweeeet,” the biker said.
After she’d swallowed his load and stood up, I had about ten minutes or less to get her part way across town to her next appointment. She thanked Thor for having been so sweet and we quickly rushed out to my car, with me driving, Nadine in the front passenger seat and Mike and Jeff again in the back.

“Having fun?” I asked Nadine.

“This is GREAT!” she replied enthusiastically.

“I wonder how Jo is making out,” I said.

Of course, we all knew what Jo would be doing. Sure enough, she was still on her knees having fun in the copy room. Jackie kept popping by to check on her. 

“Do you need anything, Jo?” she asked.

“Hmm hmm,” Jo shook her head, at least as much as she could with a cock in her mouth.

Finally, one of the guys in line was just too horny. And Jackie looked just too good in her tight black pants, white sweater and heels. He called for her and when she came to him, he lovingly grabbed her shoulders and pushed HER down to her knees. Before she could object, Jackie had a cock in HER mouth and a line-up of guys waiting for her. She didn’t mind, of course. She’d been blowing guys in the copy room since almost her first day. These two new friends, Jackie and Jo, now kneeled just two feet from each other sucking cocks.