Nadine and Jo’s BlowJob Swap – PART THREE

Thursday went much like Wednesday had for Jo and Nadine, Day #2 of Nadine pretending to be a prostitute and Jo pretending to be a weather girl.

Despite being up until almost six, Jo got out of bed a few minutes past eleven so she could take her usual drive into the country to visit with her horse, Bucky. As usual, he was as delighted to see her as she was to see him. 

Later, she arrived at the station, and it took her no time at all to get into her new routine. She arrived about one-thirty, a good half hour before I’d expected her. She quickly changed from the jeans she’d worn to see Bucky to a nice chocolate brown pair of dress pants, to go with a pink sweater and pink heels. Then, by the time I’d even heard that she was around, she already was on her knees in the copy room. 

“Hi Jo!” I called to her from the door, peeking through the men in line waiting for her.

“Hmm hmm,” she said brightly.

Nadine showed up early too, at about one fifty. Today she was dressed a little more formally than yesterday, when she wore jeans so tight she couldn’t be anything but a whore. Today, she wore nice, front-pleated black dress pants, a tight red sweater and red heels. She looked hot, for sure, but not quite the street girl she’d looked like yesterday. She told us she was washing those jeans so she could wear it tomorrow night when she and Jo hit the streets for some true prostitution. 

But the big question on everybody’s mind was: 

“What color panties is Nadine wearing?” 

Living with her, I already knew that she was wearing a silver satin bikini panty. Yesterday, ninety-seven guys called in claiming to know the color of her panties (which were baby blue), and eighty-nine of them did so that they would receive a free ‘Blown by Nadine’ t-shirt with her lovely cock-sucking face on the front. This was a little contest that Jo had thought up for Nadine, to make things extra busy and extra fun for her. Nadine loved having her John’s try to guess the color of her panties while she blew them. It really WAS a fun little game for her.

Nadine’s best friend Jackie also was doing her best to keep Nadine busy, announcing the contest rules and Nadine’s cell phone number every ten minutes or less while she was reporting on the weather. Sure enough, there were eleven messages on the cell phone Jo handed Nadine, all from prospective clients wanting to schedule her. Nadine and I gathered up our friendly neighborhood cameraman and soundman and we were off for another busy day.

The culmination of Nadine’s day, she knew, would be working the senior’s apartment high-rise that Jo had started with nine month’s earlier. 

“Frank and Burt can’t wait to meet you,” Sabrina told Nadine. “And all the other guys too.”

Nadine wondered what ‘surprise’ Sabrina had cooked up for her tonight. Last night she’d had thirty ex-football players and four hockey teams waiting by the pool in Rufus’ apartment complex. Nadine fully expected that there would be a similar huge number of senior cocks to blow tonight. And sure enough, Sabrina already had recruited the assistance of her and Jo’s friend Bonnie, an older Nurse who brought medication and other health care services to the tenants of the senior’s building. Bonnie, in turn, was knocking on the door of every widower in the complex, drumming up lots of extra business for Nadine.

And so it was that Day #2 was every bit as busy for Jo and Nadine as Day #1 had been. But the girls headed to bed much earlier so they would be ready for their big weekend working the streets.

The next day, Jo and Nadine showed up at noon, this time both dressed to kill. Nadine wore her same tight, tight, tight jeans and tank top combination with black pumps. Jo came in wearing an equally tight pair of white shorts with a wide red belt, red 2 ½ inch heels and a tight, red, short-sleeved sweater. And the red in her clothes matched her flaming red lipstick. If there had ever been two gorgeous blondes more obviously dressed for prostitution, it can’t have been more than once. Man these girls’ bums looked FANTASTC in those tight, tight jeans and shorts.

“What did Bucky think?” I asked Jo.

“He was PRETTY excited,” she told me. She then explained how she had to keep one hand on one of Bucky’s hind legs to keep him from moving too much.

Nadine was still scheduled to take cell phone calls so I went off with her. Because Jo would miss the evening news tonight, we’d slated her for two to seven. She quickly went to the copy room to blow the first ten lucky guys who showed up. Then she headed to the studio.

“You’re really dressed to kill today, Jo,” the weathermen repeatedly commented on the air. “Isn’t it tonight that you and Nadine are prostituting on the streets?”

“Hmm hmmm,” Jo nodded.

‘Are you looking forward to it?” she was asked.

“Hmm hmmm,” she nodded emphatically.

“You look GREAT, JoAnne! You and Nadine have lots of fun out there.”

“Hmm hmmmmmm,” she said appreciatively before plunging again into his crotch.

Jo admittedly had mixed feelings about leaving with Nadine, me and the camera crew at seven. On the one hand, she was having so much fun on the air. On the other hand, she had been looking forward to tonight ever since the idea had come up.

“Do I REALLY look like a prostitute?” she asked all us guys hopefully.

“You’re going to attract Johns for miles,” we told her. In fact, both Nadine and Jo couldn’t possibly be anything else, the way they were dressed. Both girls had done their homework, and now they were on their way to do bone work. I told the girls this and they both laughed. 

Nadine and Jo had spent almost a half hour fixing up their make-up in the ladies room at the station, but they still checked themselves repeatedly in the car mirrors. They wanted to look perfect.

We had decided to start at the main drag for prostitutes downtown, and then maybe head over to the Biker’s Bar that had been suggested to Nadine closer to eleven, when the place would be busier. When we got within about five blocks of the main pick-up corner downtown we all noticed a marked increase in traffic. 

“There’s probably a play or something going on at the Aeolian Hall,” I suggested.

But the girls were hopeful. Sure enough, as we came within view of the corner itself, traffic REALLY slowed and it was clear that almost every driver was craning his neck to look for girls. 

“It looks busy, Girls,” Mike said.

Nadine turned her head around to look at Jo, who was sitting in the back seat behind me. The girls exchanged excited glances.

‘Jackie’s announcements must have worked,’ I thought to myself.

I pulled up to the curb and let the girls and our two-man camera crew out, and then headed off to find a permanent parking space for myself. Stopped at a red light at the same corner, I turned my head to look back at Jo and Nadine. To my amazement, a car ALREADY had stopped for JoAnne and she was getting in. 

‘Those SHORTS really worked,’ I thought. And then I tried to imagine what Jo was thinking, climbing into this strange car to go off to a deserted parking lot somewhere to give yet another complete stranger a blowjob.

By the time I’d parked the car and walked the two blocks back to where I’d let the girls out, Nadine was gone too, apparently taken by the third car to drive by, which contained three big guys with tattoos. Jeff showed me a digital picture of Nadine, one leg in the car door looking back at the camera and waving, a HUGE smile on her face.

I joined the other guys and four other girls who were waiting on the corner, just to wait for Jo and Nadine to return.

“How long do tricks usually take?” I asked a tall brunette named Vivian who was sweet talking Mike. 

“”Five to ten minutes, usually,” she said. “Most Johns are pretty quick. They just want a blowjob.”

“Jo and Nadine are good at those,” I told her.

All the girls on the corner were very impressed by how pretty and eager both Jo and Nadine were.

“They’ll be busy all night,” they assured me.

I smiled. 

I got to talking with all four girls. Cars slowed but only one stopped.

“I think they’re waiting for your girls to come back,” Vivian said.

“I’m sorry,” I told her sincerely. “We didn’t think about stealing business.”

“That’s okay,” she said. “We’ll just charge you rent for using our corner.” Then she smiled.

“That sounds fair,” I said. And I knew Jo and Nadine would be happy with that too.