Cannes d�Eau

Episode 2: Identical Twins

a Series by Varkel

Fall, 2003

�May I join you, Miles?�

Senator Miles Heatherford (Retired) looked up from his newspaper, above the upper edge of the pince-nez perched on the end of his nose.� He smiled with pleasure at the earnest newcomer.� �Why so formal today, Harry?� Of course you may and welcome.� Pull up that rocker.�

�If you don�t mind, I prefer the straight chair.�

�For sound medical reasons, no doubt.�

�Actually not.�� Dr. Harrison Baines wore a darker suit than the senator�s but a similar black string tie below a full auburn beard. �He was hatless, just graying at the temples.� �I can lean it back against the wall and prop my boots on the porch rail.� �He grinned and proceeded to do both.

Each man leased rooms at Mrs. Barker�s boarding house, on whose long front porch they presently rested, one door down Miller Street from the Cannes d�Eau.

�As to the formality, Miles, you seemed so engrossed in your newspaper that I was reluctant to interrupt.� Anything interesting in the world today � or I should say, yesterday?�

The senator�s forefinger tapped a spot on the paper in his lap.� �This item strikes me as interesting.� The empress of China has donated 100,000 teals for the rebuilding of San Francisco.� Also England, France and several other countries have offered donations.�

�Nice of them.� What�s a teal?�

�According to the paper, 100,000 teals is over four tons of silver.�

�Hey!� That�s more like it.�

�But here�s the interesting part.� Our bull-moose president has refused all foreign donations.� He says, �America can take care of its own, thank you very much.��

The doctor�s eyes flashed.� �Why not?� It�s not his money!�

The senator chuckled.� �I think in fact we�re all rather proud of him for that.� Not that he could do otherwise.� Our government officials have been trained never to take money when anyone is looking � except at the point of a gun, of course.�

The doctor grunted.� �Says an ex-official!�� He shook his head.� �What a disaster that earthquake was!� Though in fact we�ve had a worse one here.� I�m sure you heard of the Great Madrid quake almost a hundred years ago just up the road � or I should say, river.�

�Yes, I�ve heard of it, but I didn�t notice it.�� The senator grinned, sliding his pince-nez into an inside jacket pocket. ��And I don�t propose to worry about another one.� President Teddy will take care of us.� So, my good friend, how�s the practice of medicine on this fine summer afternoon?�

�About to get more interesting � or I should say, captivating.�

�Really?� Is Mabel about to deliver twins?�

The doctor laughed outright.� �She�s big enough.� Has Ruth told you how the bigger she gets the more popular she is?�

�I�ve heard that.�

The doctor shook his head.� �She says the johns claim a fetus makes the vagina tighter.�

�I�ve heard that too.� But it seems to me just the opposite occurs.�

The doctor chuckled.� ��Seems� is right.� Think about it.� What actually happens is she can quit worrying about catching a baby and start enjoying herself, which only makes the canal slipperier.� Then she squeezes harder.� So you�re both right.�

�Hmm.�

�But fascinating as it may be to contemplate the quintessential female condition, that�s not why I sat down here.�

�A story for me?� You have good ones, Harry, when you have time to tell one.�

�It starts with a story, but I want you in on the cure this time, Miles.�

�Me?� What I know about medicine you can put ��

�You know a few things about girls, I think.�

�Well, perhaps.�� The senator chuckled.� �As much as anyone not a girl.�� He turned in his seat to give the doctor his full attention.� �What�s the proposition, my friend?�

�It�s interesting you should mention twins.�� The doctor lowered his feet, sat up straight and regarded the senator earnestly.� �I�m satisfied that�s what this is about.�

�Go ahead.�

�You know I�m the house doctor for several places besides Cannes d�Eau, among them a couple of orphanages.� Oddly enough two of them, the Landmark and the Crosett, have each brought the same girl to my attention this month � or I should say, spring, since one of them was last month.�

�Not with the clap, I hope!�

�No � or I should say, not yet.� With the hots.�

�The hots?�� The senator chuckled.� �Is that a medical � Wait a minute.� Did you say �the same girl?��

�That�s the same question I asked at first.� In fact they�re two different girls, each 15 years old, rather plain of face, but with very shapely bodies indeed.� They have managed to seduce just about every staff member at their respective institution, without regard to gender or race.� They both ran away early in the spring and suffered multiple rape on the waterfront in separate but uncannily similar incidents.�

The senator sniffed.� �What�s uncanny about that, assuming they wandered down there unprotected?�

�Actually I don�t think it was rape exactly.� They just didn�t know how to negotiate.� I saw them when they returned to their orphanages, bruised, bedraggled and hungry.� But I can assure you, they had lost none of their youthful ardor � or I should say, predatory ardor.�

�Rubbed it on you, did they?�

�They rub whatever they can reach.�

The senator grinned.� �A fine attitude!� What�s the issue?� Maybe they aren�t pretty enough for Cannes d�Eau, but I�m sure any number of houses would pay �� Hey!� You mean you think they�re twins?�

�Miles, they are identical, almost to the moles on their buttocks.� Gail has one more on the right cheek than Louise.�

�Gail and Louise, eh?� Not names for twins.�

�I checked.� They�re both foundlings, classical cases: each found on the doorstep in a wicker basket, 16 years ago come September.� The orphanage directors at that time assigned their names from a list.� And note this: the two girls have never met.�� He pulled out a pocket watch.� �Which we should remedy in about ten minutes.�

�They�re coming here?�

�At four o�clock.� Then we have a four-thirty appointment with Ruth.�

�I thought you said they were plain of face, which Ruth would never �� Ah, but twins!� Nubile, are they?�

�As the dickens!� Classic hour-glass figures, straight legs, velvet skin.�� He sighed appreciatively.� �You�ll see in a few minutes.�

�Healthy?�

�As horses � or I should say, mares.� Their bruises have faded.� They positively glow with youth.�

�With a dick in them, you mean.�� The senator studied his friend�s earnest face.� �I look forward to it, and I thank you for including me in this debut, Harry, but � �What do you have in mind?

The doctor cleared his throat.� �Miles, the truth is I�d like to put these girls into the Cannes d�Eau.� Not for my cut of the placement fee, which won�t be much if anything; those orphanages are anxious to get rid of them.� Do you know Doris Wilkins, the assistant superintendent at Crosett?� No.� Why should you?�� He chuckled in anticipation.� �She asked me to get Louise off their hands before the girl delivers an infant who looks exactly like one of the staff.�

�Practical woman!� But why bring it to me, Harry?�

�Well ��� The doctor paused sheepishly.� �Frankly, my friend, I hope they�ll impress you enough to help me persuade Ruth.� As much as she knows about men, sometimes she fails to see other women as a man might.�

The senator stared for a moment then nodded.� �You do have a point.� That girl with the hole between quim and guts comes to mind.�

The doctor blinked.� �What do you mean?� That girl was in bad shape.�

�Yeah, bad enough for her to go on and make a fortune for Madam McAlister�s sex show, pulling knotted handkerchiefs back and forth between cunt and asshole.�

�Don�t remind me, please.�

The senator grinned.� �Did you hear how Mackie found a man with a dick so crooked he could put it up her ass and piss out her cunt?� Ha!� People hollered, �Fake!� until he reversed himself.� They�re fascinated by freaks.� What�s more, they�ll pay to see them and fool with them.�

�Likewise twins, or so I believe.�

�Now I understand.� You want your set to appear in Ruth�s Saturday night show.�

�And serving the men who have a letch for twins.�

�You know any like that?�

The doctor grinned confidently.� �Yeah.� Two sitting on this porch.� And I can see others walking down the street.�

The senator chuckled but shook his head.� �What do you get from it, Harry?�

�Well � I want them where I can study them after they begin to work together.�

�If they do!� You say they�ve never met.� What if they can�t stand each other?�

The doctor grimaced.� �That�s a possibility � I hope not a probability.�

The senator cocked his nearly white head.� �Just how do you expect them to impress me, Harry?�

The doctor�s eyes glittered.� �When they get the juice from you in Ruth�s office, she�ll have to take notice.�

The senator looked away, his face expressionless.� �She told you, did she?�

The doctor straightened.� �Miles, it�s nothing to be ashamed of at your age.� Every man�s abilities decline, especially the amorous ones.� You merely need stronger stimulation.� I�m betting that two identical and very nubile girls can do it.�� He chuckled. ��They�re what the doctor ordered.�

The senator�s lip curled.� �If my decrepitude doesn�t put them off.� You have fucked them both of course?�

�Yes � or I should say, of course.�

�With whom have you placed that bet, Harry?�

�With them, only they don�t know it yet.�

�And yourself, of course.�

�Well ��� The doctor grinned sheepishly.� �I�ll admit to a hard feeling about them.�

The senator snorted and looked up as a buggy approached along the curb, slowing while the driver leaned out to study the house fronts.� He pulled back on his reins and the vehicle stopped at the Barker steps.� He got down but offered his two passengers no assistance.� One was a woman in bonnet and full length skirt, the other a big girl with long brown hair twisted around her head in braids, making her seem taller than the woman despite the latter�s bonnet.� The girl wore a calf-length dress and high-top shoes.� The driver waited, leaning against the buggy dashboard, while the two females mounted the steps.� On the porch they turned to the two men, who had risen to their feet.

The doctor�s pocket watch was in hand.� �Ah, Mrs. Jenson, a minute early!� Permit me to introduce you to ��

The woman held up a gloved hand.� �Please, doctor.� I am merely the delivery girl.� Gail, do you go with Dr. Baines freely on your own accord?�

The girl, close behind the woman, stared at the doctor intently.� �Yes, ma�am.�� Her voice was low but musical.

�Then that�s it.� Good-bye and good luck.�� The woman spun on her heel and descended the steps quickly, gesturing to the driver as she pulled herself into the swaying buggy.

The man took a carpet bag from behind the buggy seat and ran it up the steps, leaving it at the girl�s feet.� He winked at her and scampered down the stairs to rock the buggy with his re-entry.� He snapped the reins and the horse eased into motion.

�See what I mean, Miles, about being anxious?�� Facing the girl before him, the doctor said, �Senator Miles Heatherford, may I present Gail, ah, Landmark.� Gail, this is Senator Heatherford.�

�S-senator?�� The girls eyes widened almost comically.� �I, I ��� Suddenly she caught the sides of her skirt and performed a shallow curtsy.

The senator chuckled inadvertently behind his gray van dyke.� �My dear Gail, that�s a charming gesture.� May I ask who taught you do to that?�

�The orphanage.� We supposed to do that for a king.� Ain�t a senator about the same?�

�Very nearly,� agreed the doctor, smiling.� �My dear, pull up that rocker and join us, will you, please.�� He moved the carpet bag against the wall.

She dropped into the chair beside the senator, seemingly unable to tear her eyes away.� �D-do you cut off heads, sir?�

�What�s that?�� The senator grunted.� �Gail, let me assure you a senator is not that close to a king!�

She seemed disappointed. ��I wanted to mention a couple of heads.�

Both men laughed.� The senator asked, �Ever do circumcision, Harry?� That�s getting close to the royal prerogative.�

The girl giggled before the doctor could answer.� �I know that word!� Mr. Jones is circumcised.�

�Woops!� muttered the doctor, adding in a low aside to the senator, �Jones is the Landmark director � and she�s right.�

The senator nodded.� �I can just imagine him explaining it to her.�

�He did,� said the girl, �when I asked what was wrong with his doodle.�

The doctor cut his eye around at the senator.� �I trust you find such frankness refreshing.�

The man nodded.� �Where she�s going it will be an asset � as long as she stays there.�

�Where am I going, Dr. Baines?�

�We discussed that, Gail.�� He winked at the senator.� �Where you can have all the fun you want.�� Out came the pocket watch again.� �We have an appointment with your new mistress in 28 minutes.� I wonder where � ah!� Here�s Doris, late as usual.�

Another buggy clopped slowly along the curb and again stopped before the steps.� A bonneted woman driver looped the reins on a hook and said to the other female, �Fetch your bag,� sternly adding to the horse, �Stay, Bob!�

She got down, turned and mounted the steps, followed by her passenger, a girl with long brown hair rolled into a chignon, who wore a calf-length skirt and fetched her carpet bag up the steps.� Again the men sprang to their feet.� Looking from one man to the other, Gail quickly followed their example.

The doctor intoned, �Senator Miles Heatherford, may I present Mrs. Doris Wilkins.� Mrs. Wilkins, Senator Heatherford.�

�I�m very pleased to meet you, senator,� said the woman, beginning with a broad smile that quickly faded.� �I wish it were under other circumstances.�

�The pleasure is mine, ma�am,� rejoined the man, bowing slightly.

Behind him Gail was heard to mutter, �But who�s that?�

The doctor continued, �And this young lady, senator, is Louise, ah, Crosett.� Louise, Senator Heatherford.�

Again young eyes widened dramatically.� �S-senator Heatherford?�

�I�m happy to meet you, Louise.�� The senator turned and tilted his head toward the first girl.� �And this is Gail Landmark.� Gail, Mrs. Doris Wilkins and Louise Crosett.�

The girls were staring each other up and down.� Before either could respond, the woman said, �So this is the one!�

�Yes,� admitted the doctor.

�Peas in a pod!�� Her chin rose.� �Excuse me, senator, but if I stay I shall have to ask if you are a party to what the good doctor has in mind.�

The man�s eye developed a combative spark.� �I only just learned of these girls, but I am already impressed.�

�No doubt,� she responded, almost sneering.� �I was about to say I prefer not to hear your answer to that question.�

�Why not, Mrs. Wilkins, so long as Crosett Orphanage�s name remains unsullied?�

Her eyes fell.� �That�s part of my reason.� Good-bye, Louise.�� She spun on her heel and descended the steps with alacrity.� Horse and buggy departed at a trot under her urging.

The senator grinned sourly.� �She doesn�t much care for your little arrangement, does she, Harry?�

�Only as a last resort,� admitted the doctor, �which this is.� You�ll notice she didn�t demand an �I do.��� He glanced at his watch.� �We have a few minutes to kill.� Put down your bag, Louise, and hitch one of those chairs over here where we can talk.�

Under the doctor�s direction they were soon seated in a semi-circle: doctor, Louise, Gail and senator.� Side-by-side in rocking chairs, the girls stared only at each other.� Louse murmured, eyes round, �It�s like looking in a mirror!�

�Except you wink the wrong eye,� said Gail, demonstrating with her right, to which Louise responded inappropriately likewise.� With a grin she quickly corrected herself.� Now the two sets of eyes were synchronized: winking twice left-to-right, right-to-left, finally blinking twice all together.� Both girls laughed outright.� The sounds were identical.

The doctor murmured in pleased astonishment, �Did you see that, Miles?�

�Louise,� said Gail, as if tasting the name.� �Gail,� said Louise.� Each turned to the adjacent man and asked, again in unison, �Who is she?�

�Your twin sister,� said the doctor.

The young eyes rounded back upon each other.

�Apparently your mother � or maybe I should say, her midwife � thought you�d have a better chance growing up apart.� Anyway she left you at different orphanages.� I take it you truly never met before today.�

They failed to respond, continuing only to stare into each other�s eyes.� At last they turned as one to the doctor.� �Who was our mother?�

�I�m sorry, my dears, but no one knows that � or I should say, no one has ever told it.�

�She didn�t want us,� said Gail, lip twisting.

�She may have died,� interposed the doctor.� �Fifteen years ago death in childbed was common.�

As a diversion from the girl�s dismay, the senator asked, �What�s the rate nowadays, Harry, if you know?�

�Still too high, though it�s come down over half since 1890, after they finally accepted Lister�s techniques.�

�Clean hands make a lot of difference, eh?�

�Antisepsis is what makes � don�t get me started on that!�� His eyes glinted.� �When Mabel delivers, her child will live! � say what you like about the life available to it.� But we digress.

�Girls, I think we can safely conclude you are twin sisters.� I�ve checked the records: you were found on doorsteps on the same morning.� And I�ve examined both of you in minute detail ��

�In what?� interjected Louise.

�Everywhere else too,� said Gail.� Both girls giggled, regarding the doctor with fond expressions as perceived by the senator.

�I was saying, the only difference I�ve seen, since your bruises healed, is one more mole on Gail�s butt cheek than Louise�s.�

�Does that make,� both girls began, continuing with �me �� from Gail simultaneously with �her �� from Louise.� At the divergence both sets of eyes widened.� Both girls giggled.

�Make you what?� asked the senator.

�More or less perfect than her?� � me?� they finished in unison.

He answered, �I don�t see how one little mole makes any difference.� What�s your opinion, Dr. Baines?�

�I�m glad we have some way to distinguish them!�

The girls again were staring at each other.� �We�re gonna be together,� they announced in one voice.� It was not a question.

�That�s the idea,� the doctor agreed.� �But we have to sell it.�

�To who?� they asked.

�To Madam Ruth, next door at the Cannes d�Eau, in about ten minutes.�� He took a breath and leaned forward.� �Let�s put our heads together and go over a few points.� You too, Miles.�

The four hitched their chairs closer together.� The twins leaned forward obediently.

�Let�s be clear about this,� said the doctor.� �You girls both understand what the Cannes d�Eau is and what you�ll be doing there.�

They looked at each other then the doctor.� Gail asked, �You want us to say the words?�

�I said we want to be clear on it.�

In unison they declared, �It�s a house of prostitution and we�ll be prostitutes.�

The doctor drew back in evident startlement, eyes swinging from them to the senator.� �My god, Miles, did you hear that?�

The older man shrugged.� �They�re right � if they understand the word.�

�Who taught you to say that?� asked the doctor.

�Old lady Wilkins,� said Gail while Louise was saying, �� Jenson.�

The senator said dryly, �So they talked to you about it.�

Both nodded.

The doctor asked, �Do you girls understand that word?�

Again both nodded.

�Can you put it plainer?� asked the senator, eyes twinkling.

�I can,� said Gail.� �In that house we�ll fuck men for money.�

Louise added, �But we won�t get much of it.�

�Yeah,� Gail agreed.� �Why is that, doc?�

�Hmm.� A lot of what you earn pays for your room and board, your clothing, the protection of the house, its maintenance, the servants, my services.�

�Don�t forget Boss Twill,� said the senator.

�I�d rather, if you don�t mind.� And you get lots of men without even having to ask, men who behave properly, unlike those louts on the waterfront.�

�Lots of men,� murmured Louise, eyes bright.� The girls smiled at each other.

The doctor sat up straighter.� �Now, when you meet Madam Ruth, you�ll have to undress.�

�For a woman?� demanded Gail.

�Do you mind that?� If you do you�ll have to pretend you don�t.� And you�ll have to demonstrate your skills.�

�On this woman?�

�For her.� That means you�ll have to, ah, accept a man�s attention ��

�Do what?�

�You�ll have to fuck a man, maybe more than one, and probably together.� You don�t know it yet, but most men find identical twins, taken together, to be powerfully stimulating � or I should say, irresistible.� If she hires you, that�s how she�ll want you to work: together.�

�On the same man,� said Gail thoughtfully.

Louise said petulantly, �One man�s not enough, even for me.�

�Me, neither,� agreed her sister.

The senator chuckled.� �Madam Ruth won�t fault you for that.� Take a longer view.� You�ll often get several men together, especially on Saturday nights.�

Their faces, still turned to each other, showed interest.

�In fact you may have to demonstrate on the senator here,� said the doctor.

Both young faces stared speculatively at the white-haired man, who grinned slightly.� �Maybe you should tell them why, Dr. Baines.�

�Ah, uh ��� The doctor regarded his friend in consternation.

�Then I�ll tell them.� Sometimes old men have a lot more trouble enjoying girls than young ones.� Madam Ruth knows that very well, especially of me.� You�ll impress her no end if you can, ah ��

�Make you come?� asked Gail.

�Exactly.�

�How can we do that?�

The doctor answered, �Just by doing whatever the senator tells you.� When is your period due, Gail?�

She shrugged.� �When it gets here.�

The man sighed.� �All right.� When did your last one end?�

The girl thought it over.� �About a week ago.�

�You, Louise?�

She shrugged also.� �About the same.�

�Listen carefully.� I want you both to make a note of the day it starts and tell me.�

�Why?�

�So I can tell you when to be careful.�� He looked at his watch.� �All right.� It�s time to go next door.�

* * *

By policy on clement afternoons, the Cannes d�Eau exhibited fancily dressed women on both its porches after four p.m.� Following the two men up the steps, the twins goggled at the colors, painted faces and powdered breasts swelling above extravagant gowns, of the several seated on either hand.� The preening women greeted both men.� �Identical twins, eh, doc?� asked one.� �Fresh meat,� noted another, leering.

In the foyer Gail asked, eyes wide, �Them is prostitutes?�

�Striking, aren�t they!� This way, ladies.�

But the twins stopped dead to study the huge framed cross-stitch depicting the scripted name and logotype of urinating penises, crossed.� Louise sniffed.� �That ain�t how you spell �canned dough!��

The doctor winked at the senator and explained for the thousandth time, �Cannes d�Eau is French for �canes of water.�� That�s the water.�

�Pee,� noted Louise flatly.

�They gonna pee on us?� asked Gail.

�Not any time soon.� Come along.� We don�t want to be late.�

At that hour of the afternoon the parlor was empty except for a woman in maid�s uniform polishing the furniture.� She looked curiously at the little group as it crossed the wide room.� The girls� heads craned back over their shoulders at the expanse of velvet settees and nude paintings on the walls, at one of which Gail jerked her chin after nudging Louise.� �Take a look at that pair!�� Her sister responded in awe, �Golly!�

The men plunged into a long hall on the same floor.� They passed a pubescent girl in a smudged knee-length pinafore, emerging from one of the rooms bearing a trash basket.� She stared up at the twins, eyes widening.

Louise muttered to her sister, �I hope she ain�t a prostitute.�

�Not yet,� said the doctor.� �Here we are.�

He knocked on a wide closed door recessed off the hall.� �Come in!� was the muffled response in a deep contralto.� He opened the door and led them into a richly appointed room, brightly illuminated through sheer curtains at two huge windows on a westward-facing wall.� Before them, looking out over the room, sat a woman at a massive mahogany desk. �Sunlight glowed in her brightly hennaed hair.� Plump and buxom, she was primly dressed in a green coat over a blouse ruffled to the neck.� Her elbows rested on the desk, chin leaning upon delicate hands with manicured nails.� When the girls drew near, they noticed the rash of broken veins in nose and cheeks and crowfoot wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

�Hello, Miles,� said the woman, sparing the senator a glance of mild surprise.� But her attention was on the girls, whom she had obviously expected along with the doctor. ��Which one is Gail?�

�I am.�

�Then the other is Louise.� I am Madam Ruth.� I trust the good doctor has explained what we do here.�

�Yes�m,� the girls agreed.

The woman took two knotted ribbons, which aside from elbows had rested alone on the polished desk, and rose to her feet.� �Come here under the window, girls.�

When they stood before her in the bright light, she said, �Your faces are so alike that when you dress the same, you�ll be indistinguishable.� We�ll fix that now.� Gail, you will wear this blue clip in your hair as long as you stay in Cannes d�Eau.� Louise, you wear this red one.�� As she spoke she clipped the ribbons in place among Gail�s braids and in Louise�s chignon.� �There!� Don�t worry about getting them messy.� We have more.�

Both young faces had brightened.� The girls asked in unison, �We can stay?�

�How long remains to be seen,� answered the woman tartly.� �If you do, we want to emphasize your being twins.� I�m afraid we must discard your orphanage names.� I�ve given this some thought, Harry, as you can see.� Gail, from now on you shall be known as Lettie Dew.�� She repeated the name precisely.� �Say it.�

�Lettie Dew.�

�Learn it.� When you hear �Lettie,� you better look up.� And Louise, you shall be Pettie Dew: Pettie Dew.� Say it.�

�P-pettie Dew.�

She paused looking from one to the other.� �When a customer calls for Pettie, who will answer?�

The girl in the red clip looked at her sister then said, �I will.�

�Good.� Listen for your new names.� Now, Lettie and Pettie, strip.�

They blinked. ��Huh?�

�Take off all your clothes.� Throw them on that chair for now.� Harry, would you be kind enough to move their carpet bags back against the wall?�

The girls proceeded methodically. �The doctor muttered to the senator, �Orphanages aren�t strong on modesty.� We benefit from that.�

Indeed they were as two peas from the same pod.� After studying each other briefly they stood unabashed in the bright light, two lithesome bodes undecorated save for the hair ribbon but very shapely indeed: long necks above high conical breasts with small brown nipples extruded on secondary cones, double-curved bellies, well padded buttocks, straight tapering legs and delicate feet.

The senator coughed in admiration, muttering to the doctor, �I�ll take your word that Gai� ah, Lettie has one more mole.�

�But aren�t they mouth-watering?�

�Oh yes!� The tongue is definitely called for.�

The woman smirked at the senator.� �I get a glimmer of why you�re here.� Have you already tried them?�

�Not yet.� But I�m raring to go.�

The doctor explained, �A half hour ago neither knew the other existed.�

She said, �Get yourself ready, Miles.� We know that table is the right height, don�t we?� Girls, follow me.�

She led them to a heavy polished table at the far end of the room and directed, �Set these chairs against the wall.�� When they had obeyed, she continued, �Both of you, get on the table across the end of it.� I want Lettie head to bottom atop Pettie.� �She guided their bodies with her hands.� �Now lick each other.� Pretend you�re back in your bunks.� Get those cunnies slick!�

The blue ribbon sagged between sisterly legs.� At the opposite end of the pair, Pettie, once Louise, raised her face into Lettie�s crotch.

�That�s good,� announced the woman.� �Senator, are you ready?�

The man stepped clear of both sets of britches and approached the waiting three.

�Now, Lettie,� directed the woman, �suck some starch into the senator, please, and when it�s hard enough, put it into your sister.� What do you think, Miles?� Will a little trading back and forth between them, practically the same girl�s mouth and cunny, do anything for you?�

�Indeed it will!� declared the man.� Lettie raised her head and took him with a slurp.

�Damn it, Ruth,� complained the doctor, �that was my letch!�

�Well,� the woman responded with a smirk, �you�ll notice this double-backed beast has two ends.�

�So it does!� the man agreed, hurrying to divest himself of his lower garments.� When his manhood lay upon Pettie�s forehead, she arched her head back and mouthed him without hesitation.� �Ah, yes!� he breathed.

Ruth snickered.� �It�s not as if she never did that before, eh, Harry?� Is there any girlish mouth in those places that hasn�t tasted your cock?� What surprised me is how readily Lettie accepted Miles.�

The doctor said, �Landmark taught her to treat a senator like a king.�

�Did they?� Are you sure these girls are only 15?�

�They�ll be 16 in September.� Ah, Louise, you do that even better upside down.�

�Pettie, if you please!� corrected the woman.

�Uh, yes, excuse me.� Now for a spot of comparison ��� He backed away slightly.� Pettie�s hands rose to asist his entry into the sisterly vagina above her chin.

�Enjoy it, Harry,� Ruth advised.� �The next time you do this it�ll cost you five dollars.�

�Five!�

�If not more.� As you said, these girls are worth a premium.�� Her hand stroked blue-ribbon Lettie�s back, now jiggling in response to the doctor�s thrusts.

Unsurprisingly the doctor climaxed first and withdrew to flop into a padded chair.

�What do you think?� asked the hovering woman.

�God, Ruth, that�s every bit as stimulating as I knew it would be.�

�For you, at least.� I think Miles needs help.�

A flush had appeared on the senator�s face.� Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose as he bent over the pair of girls, working hard in the lower vagina.

Ruth tugged on his arm.� �Miles, come over here.� Let them do the work.�

Under her direction he lay back upon a nearby couch.� Lettie, the blue-clipped girl who had caught the doctor�s offering, energetically worked lips and tongue between the senator�s legs while Pettie pressed her fragrant groin into his face.� His hands stroked both young torsos.

After a while he groaned, body stiffening. �Lettie froze.� Soon she raised a drooling mouth and smiled triumphantly at the watching woman, who nodded.� �Good work.� Towels are on the sideboard.�

Both girls disentangled themselves from the panting senator and stood anxiously before Ruth, Lettie dripping with the residue of two emissions.� They asked in unison, �Can we stay?�

�Yes, you may,� said Ruth with a slight smile.� �Get dressed, take your carpetbags into the hall and call for Sally.� You�ll recognize her: she�s just a kid.� She knows where to take you.�

But the doctor had a question.� �How�d you like that foursome, girls?�

They looked at each other and said indifferently.� �It was good.�

�What was the best part?�

Their grins were only for each other.� Again they said in unison, �What my sister did!�

The woman laughed.� �Don�t look so disappointed, Harry.�

He chuckled in disgruntlement.� �Yeah, I ought to know better.�

Having wiped her mouth, Lettie returned to the couch, leaned over and kissed the senator�s cheek above the edge of his van dyke.

�Thank you, sweetheart,� he said, smiling up at her.

Her eyes twinkled.� �I still have some heads for you to chop.�

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