Chapter 136: The banger sister 002/ the Private Dishwasher 001

"Ally, will you join us in the living room when you're done? I've left you some clothes in the bedroom," she ended.

"Okay, give me five."

I got dressed in the jeans and tight white tee shirt she had left for me and went into the living room. The two of them looked deep in discussion when I came in and sat down across from them.

"What's wrong?" I quizzed.

"We have been talking, Ally, and I think you should know something about us..." they said together.

"Tell me then...." I was getting impatient.

"We're in the adult film industry, you know, exotic pictures?" Jessica admitted.

"YOU'RE pornstars!" I shouted.

"Ally calm down! I'm still Your Jessie. We are only telling you 'cause we know you're in trouble with money." She sounded sympathetic.

"And?" I added.

"Well look around, this is what I've gotten from six months of work. I could get you in, IF you wanted. Luca says you suck like a pro."

"You do, babes," he piped up.

"WHAT! You want me to do porn, Jessica!" I said shocked.

"It's not bad in anyway, Ally. We could do a double act...like we used to." She grinned.

Luca looked on, shocked at what Jessica just said.

"The Porn Sisters, Ally and Jessie," I said.

Luca and Jessica looked at one another and grinned; she knew I was up for it. All she needed to do now was to get me into the industry, the how being the difficult part. I became her groupie. Wherever she went, I went too. One day on set they needed a "fluffer" and I was nominated for my excellent oral skills by Luca, a recommendation couldn't have came higher in the director's eyes.

"And you are?" he quizzed.

"I'm Alyssa, Jessie's sister," I boasted.

"Well get to it Alyssa...."

He stood over me, watching along with ten other people as I performed oral sex on a random stranger who couldn't keep it up for his partner. Needless to say he was hard and raging to go within two minutes, and I would have made him cum in another minute. I wiped my mouth and stood up to a round of applause, even from the director.

"So sisters, eh? Follow me girls." He smiled.

As we followed behind him to his office, Jess grabbed my arm and mouthed 'sisters!' I nodded and smiled brightly. He opened his office door and gestured us both inside. Jessica and I stood in front of his desk while he walked around and sat down.

"Wow Jess, why'd you not tell me about your sister?"

"You never asked and she's never shown an interest in 'the business' 'til a couple of days ago, Mack."

I stood next to Jess smiling sweetly at Mack, hoping he would give me a job.

"I'm gonna' have to see you naked, Alyssa."

"Now? Ok..." I started taking my clothes off and stood before him in my girl shorts.

"Those too, and Jess I also want to see you next to Alyssa to see the comparison." He grinned lewdly.

We both stood side-by-side, stark naked, holding hands. We were basically identical for not being sisters, 5'7 in height, 36D but mine were real, jade green eyes and long toned legs. Big difference was I was pale with long, curly auburn hair and a trimmed, curly bush, and Jess was very tanned with long poker straight black hair and no pubic hair whatsoever. We had matching tattoos on our left hips; me with the heart shaped locket with keyhole and she with the matching key and heartshaped keychain attached to it.

I heard Mack almost purring at the sight of us. He leaned forward in his leather chair to look closer at us.

"Well, I think I could use you Alyssa, are you willing to do this type of job?"

"Only if you call me Ally and I work with my sister ALWAYS," I insisted.

"I can make that work. Get dressed and follow me." He smiled an evil smile at me and nodded more than required.

It was the best job I could have asked for, working with my bestfriend pretending to be sisters doing something we both loved.

The End.

Book Title: Private Dishwasher 001

Listening to my wife's girlfriends laughing and cackling drunkenly in the background made it harder to understand her slurred directions. She'd gone to Tammy's house for one of the more subdued girls nights; it was last minute, and only a small group for dinner and drinks at Tammy's house instead of the usual ten to twelve of them at a restaurant. All th girls had known each other since high school, some since grade school, an they were still close, and got together several times a year. Since Diane was off work the next day, I had agreed to pick her up so she could drink, and she'd gotten our daughter to drop her off. And now I was trying to find my way through an unfamiliar suburban neighborhood, following her drunken, laughing directions.

Well, I finally found it, and she was out in the driveway, waving me down. I was neither irritated nor put out, despite the late night drive, because I like when she goes out with her friends; they have been close so long, and she has such a good time with them, retelling all their old stories. And her friends are mostly hot, although they've all aged a bit in the twenty plus years I've known them, and they're fun, and they seem to like me. But Diane, my wife, has them all beat. For what its worth she tells me I have all their husbands beat, too.