Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

Jane couldn't imagine why they were getting dressed up like this. Nor could she keep from glancing at Audrey from time to time, for their brief and identical costumes certainly enhanced what was already a stunning figure. In spite of herself, Jane couldn't fight down nice warm little tingles of desire for the big blonde and for the wild excitement they'd known together. The big nipples that she'd sucked on were up hard and beautiful, as if awaiting her lips. The pussy she'd so wildly kissed was discernible through the thin crotchband of Audrey's panties each time she lifted a shapely leg. No matter how mean Audrey had treated her in the lavatory Jane had distinct yearnings for her again, but now Audrey was only interested in her own inner happiness and in getting dressed. Janie just sighed and followed suit.

The skirt Jane was given to wear was ridiculously short and the blouse was far too sheer and thin. The skirt was brown, and its hem just barely covered the welts of her stockings. If she bent over at all, her panty-clad fanny showed, just as Audrey's showed from under her brown skirt there in the tiny room. The white blouse was long-sleeved and collared, but so sheer that Jane's nipples showed through it as Audrey's did, and its topmost button was so low that a bit of her pink brassiere showed. Jane hoped with all her heart she wouldn't be expected to go out on the street dressed like this and she didn't even relish the idea of leaving the room. But there was no way she'd stay behind to be harassed by the other girls if Audrey left the room, and it looked like this would surely happen. Seething with anxiety, Jane followed Audrey's instructions and shared a mirror with her as the two girls applied lipstick and eye shadow, rouge and false eyelashes, and brushed out their long hair till it shone. Tight, stilt-heeled black shoes completed their ensembles and Audrey preened and primped before her little mirror while Jane's anxiety rose and rose.

"Where are we going?" she asked. "Why are we dressed like this?"

"To see Mr. Scantland," Audrey replied. "He likes to see me and a new girl duded up like this at interview time," she said with a rather ominous leer. "Come on, kid."

The heels were abominably high. Completely unused to such footwear, Jane staggered as they walked through the halls, having to clutch at the striding Audrey for support, knowing she looked as if she was drunk. Audrey led her to a cafeteria, and though the food looked greasy and unpalatable, Jane was famished for it. All she was given to eat, however, was a small glass of orange juice, while all around her boys as well as girls ogled her and Audrey and made the most unkind remarks. She was glad to leave that place behind, but her anxiety returned ten-fold as she was led up to Mr. Scantland's office. Standing there, she looked up into Audrey's face. There was a beautiful light shining in the tall blonde's eyes, and her smooth cheeks were flushed pink. Her big bosom rose and fell with an almost ecstatic sigh, and she opened the door and ushered Jane inside.

By Agency standards, it was a nice office. One wall was hung with long red drapes, the other three lined with diplomas and certificates and framed photographs. There was a large desk in the middle of the room and a small one at the side. Mr. Scantland sat behind the large desk, wearing a dark suit and tie, looking stern, looking handsome, looking wonderful to Jane. A rather bulky middle-aging woman with red hair, wearing a nurse's nylon uniform, sat at the small desk, and Jane correctly guessed she was Nurse Frye. Jane also guessed that there was another presence in the room, someone slightly taller than herself, who was standing just behind the red drapes. She was almost sure of this as she went into the room and, like Audrey, stood at attention before Mr. Scant-land's desk, but unlike Audrey, feeling terrifically embarrassed at the scantiness of her attire.

Mr. Scantland looked at them somberly for a time. Then he rose from his chair and went around to lean against the front of his desk,

just before the two girls, and when he did, Jane was almost sure that the bulge in the front of his pants was from a swollen prick.

He regarded Audrey, then Jane, and to Jane he snapped, "Straighten up, you."

Her shoulders went back and her spine became ramrod straight, and this in turn pushed her very thinly covered titties into even more prominent display. She flushed with hot embarrassment as Mr. Scantland stared straight at them, smirking, and as the figure hidden behind the drapes stirred slightly.

Still addressing Jane, Mr. Scantland said, "What exactly happened last evening when I left you with Audrey?"

"I, uh, we, I mean, I took a shower," Jane stammered, "and we had some cookies and Kool-Aid in Audrey's room, and uh, then Audrey assigned me to a bed and I went to sleep. I was tired," Jane lamely finished.

"I see," said Mr. Scantland, and relief swept through Janie as he turned his attention to Audrey. "Now give me your version of what happened between you two," he said.

"We necked and played with each other in my room," said Audrey, and Jane's mouth flew open and she wished with all her might she could die on the spot. "We took off all our clothes and played with each other's tits, sucked them and kissed them and made each other cum that way. And then we went down on each other and came some more." Mr. Scantland looked down at the bulge in his pants, shook his head sadly and stroked it, and then he looked up at Jane. "Is this true?"

"No!" she blurted. "We didn't… I mean, it wasn't my fault. I… "

"Go on, Audrey," he said. "Tell me what you mean by going down on each other, and then go on."

"We licked each other's cunts," said Audrey, and now Jane could feel the girl at her side trembling with excitement, and smelling of it too. "It was wine we drank, not Kool-Aid. And Jane licked my cunt and I licked hers. We sucked each other off and came I don't know how many times, Mr. Scantland."

He shook his head again and said, "Nurse Frye, bring me the things I'll need." He sat there rubbing his cock-bulge, silently regarding the two girls, while the white-clad red-head efficiently laid out on his desk a bamboo ruler, a thin leather strap, and slim black riding crop. Jane's buttocks hardened up like rocks at the sight of these things and she began to tremble too, though with dread, not excitement. "Anything else you haven't told me?" he said to Jane.

She shook her head, too choked by tears to speak, and then if possible her embarrassment grew as Audrey described in detail the incident in the toilet that morning. And when Audrey was finished Mr. Scantland said, "You're going to have to be chastised, Audrey, for leading our newcomer astray."

"I know," Audrey firmly stated, while Jane bit her lip, waiting for the axe to fall on herself.

"First show me how you, er, went down on Jane, Audrey," he said. "Take down her panties and show us. Up with your skirt, Jane!"

"Yes, sir!" said Audrey, and she was quick to get on her knees in front of the shocked Jane and peel her tight pink panties down to her knees and insert her slithery hot tongue in Jane's slit. Nurse Frye came over and watched. The figure behind the drapes leaned forward against them, and now it could be seen that it was a male figure, for his stiff cock pushed out the red material like a miniature tent. Jane had to stand there with her skirt up about her waist, panties at half-mast, little cunt inexorably getting all blubbery soft and wet as Audrey's tongue delved and swirled there.

"Is that what she did to you last night?" Mr. Scantland asked.

"Yes," Jane murmured, and he made her repeat it, louder, "Yes!"

"And you licked her twat as well?"

"Yes, sir!" said Jane, just as cunt juice began trickling down her tensed inner thighs.

"And did you enjoy it?" he continued.