Voyeur's Command

Sarah smoothed her modest button-down dress outside the hotel door, the fabric clinging just enough to hint at her voluptuous curves. She stepped inside and froze. A slender woman with fiery ginger hair stood by the window in a draping spaghetti-strap gown. "Well, this is unexpected," Sarah said, her Portuguese accent sharpening the words. "I was promised a man and one instruction: anal. Who the hell are you?"

Amy turned, eyes narrowing with sharp amusement. "Amy. And I got the same damn memo. Thought I'd be riding some client's cock tonight, not chatting with another woman."

They searched the room in tense silence until the nightstands revealed the toys: two anal plugs, a medium dildo, and a strap-on designed to penetrate the wearer too. Sarah picked up the strap-on, smirking. "Looks like our client gets off watching. Voyeur kink. If we want paid—and paid well—we fuck each other up the ass. Make it hot."

Amy laughed, low and wicked. "Strong words from a curvy little thing like you. My pussy's already wet thinking about it. You think you can handle my ass, or should I take yours first?"

"Try me," Sarah shot back, unbuttoning her dress to reveal smooth skin. "I'm no submissive. Let's see who makes who pant and drip first." Amy shed her gown, nipples hard in the cool air. They circled each other, hands exploring—Sarah's fingers sliding over Amy's ass, Amy cupping Sarah's full breasts. "God, you're horny already," Amy teased, voice husky. "My pussy's dripping just watching you sweat."

Sarah strapped on the toy, the internal end sliding deep, making her gasp. "This cock's going in your tight ass, and you'll beg for more." Amy bent over the bed, strong and unyielding. "Bring it. Make me come hard, or I'll flip you and claim yours." The room filled with panting as Sarah pressed close, the strap-on teasing Amy's slick entrance, both women building to an explosive rhythm that promised to earn every cent.