A message from Jenny
Sassy Marwood was awoken
by a chime from her cell phone, which was recharging on the bedside cabinet. She
glanced across the room and saw that Jessica, her twin sister, was still
sleeping soundly. Small wonder, it was only just past 5 o’clock in the morning,
still dark, and they’d only been in their beds for a couple of hours at most. Sassy
turned over and tried to ignore the phone, but a couple of minutes later the
message alert sounded again.
“Christ!” Sassy murmured
sleepily, swinging her legs out of the bed and fumbling for the phone in the
dark. In doing so, she knocked over the glass of water on the cabinet. “Fuck
and blast!”
“What? What’s that?” Jessica
was half-way out of her bed even before she had fully awakened. “Oh, it’s you,
Sassy. Have you only just got in?”
“Don’t be silly, of
course not.”
Sassy fumbled for the
bedside light and turned it on. Jess was naked except for a pair of big cotton
pants - her habitual sleeping attire, which Sassy often teased her about. Sassy
was completely nude and hadn’t even bothered to remove her makeup from the
previous night spent at the local clubs.
The twins were just 19
years old, and Jessica was 17 minutes younger than Sassy. However, nobody would
ever guess that they once shared the same womb together. They were indeed
fraternal twins, but in no way identical. Sassy was blonde and svelte, a
gymnast with an athletic body, whereas Jessica was of mixed-race, with black
hair and tawny skin, and she was softer and more voluptuous than her twin
sister. Their temperaments were decidedly different too. Jess was cautious,
reserved and quiet, whereas Sassy was the adventurous one, outgoing and always
ready for a risk and an outrageous joke.
“What are you doing,
Sass?” Jessica grumbled.
“Sorry, go back to
sleep, sis.” Sassy grabbed the phone and wiped it dry. “I spilled water all
over the fucking place.”
“Turn the light off, you
silly cow.” Jessica fell back onto her bed, hunching the duvet over her curled
form.
Sassy, satisfied that
her phone wasn’t damaged, glanced at its screen. The incoming text message was
from a number she didn’t recognise, with a 001 prefix. She frowned and checked
the text message.
“Jenny!” she murmured in
surprise. Then, louder, she called: “Hey, Jess, I just got a message from
Jenny.”
That roused Jessica
again. Jenny was the twins’ older sister. She had left home a couple of months
before, heading for the USA on an extended working vacation in Chicago, taking
a year out of her studies. Typical of Jenny, she hadn’t been in touch since. Now,
out of the blue, a text message...
“I suppose it must still
be a reasonable time there,” Jessica grumbled, sitting up in bed and pushing an
untidy mass of hair back from her face. “They’re 6 hours behind us. What’s she
got to say anyway?”
“Holy fuck!” Sassy said,
reading the message. “All it says is, ‘Help! Desperate for money to get home. Check
your emails!’ What’s all that about?”
“Best check your emails
then!” Jess said, coming to sit beside her sister and peering over at the small
screen of the phone.
Sure enough, amongst the
usual dross in Sassy’s untidy email in-box, there was a new message from Jenny’s
rarely-used Gmail account. It didn’t really amount to a message, as such ...
just an internet link. When Sassy clicked on it, the images on the smartphone’s
screen made both of the girls gasp in unison.
“OMG!” Jessica exclaimed.
“That’s Jenny alright!”
Sassy said, peering at the lewd photographs. “It’s an advert on
Backpages.com... just look at its heading: ‘New Sweetheart in town! Call Me for
a great time :) - 22’. She seems to be calling herself Amanda, though.”
“I’m not surprised she’s
changed her name with those piccies,” Jess said, watching as Sassy scrolled
down the screen. “It looks as though she’s modelling your saucy undies, Sassy.”
There were 7 or 8
photographs of Jenny in provocative poses, none of them nude but all showing
her wearing sexy lingerie.
“It’s no joking matter,
Jess,” Sassy said. “Just look at the ad.”
They both read the
advertisement together. It was very much to the point:
INCALL AND OUTCALL
Location: City of Chicago, Downtown, GC, sub, all Chicago
Hey fellas my name is Amanda
I love to give you a GREAT time.
YOU GET WHAT YOU PAY FOR...
THE
BEST EXOTIC EXPERIENCE EVER!!!
AMAZING PRICE. 30MIN...1HR...2HR....OVER NIGHT...
I’m a lot of fun so give me a call
My pictures are 100% real.
774 200 8549
Poster’s age: 22
‘Please note, my offer does not constitute prostitution. Prices charged
are only for my time spent with you.’
“Holy fuck!” Sassy
murmured. “Is that a phone number?”
“You’re going to ring
it?”
“Of course I am.” Sassy
quickly punched in the number and pressed the cell phone to her ear. The call
was answered surprisingly quickly by a woman with an American accent. Sassy
switched to speaker mode so that Jessica could hear. “Hello, is Jenny there?”
“Yes, this is Jenny,”
the voice said. “What’s your pleasure?”
“No, I want Jenny from
England,” Sassy said. “I need to speak to her urgently.”
“We don’t have a Jenny
here.”
Sassy rolled her eyes
and glanced at Jessica.
“I thought you said you
were Jenny.”
“I’m whoever you want me
to be, honey. I just handle the bookings.”
“Is Amanda there then?”
“Amanda is very busy
right now.”
“This is her sister,
Sassy. Ask her to give me a ring, please.”
With that, the call was
abruptly terminated from the other end. Sassy cast a despairing glance at
Jessica. She then tried to ring the originating number on the text message but
that wasn’t even in service.
“Maybe it will be better
if a guy enquires, pretending to be a customer?” Jessica suggested. “We can ask
Jurgen or Michael to phone.”
When
Sassy rang Michael, her current boyfriend, he was utterly uncooperative and
grumbled about being rudely awakened at such an early hour. Although she tried
to explain, he didn’t seem to get the point. Sassy realised that Michael wasn’t
the right person to make a convincing covert phone call in these circumstances
anyway, and she rang off in a huff.
“I don’t know what you
see in that stuffy prick,” Jessica snorted, crossing the bedroom to get her own
cell phone. “I’ll ask my feller. He’ll do it.”
As predicted, Jessica’s
German boyfriend was considerably more amenable than Michael had been. Jurgen
didn’t even mention the time, much less complain about it. Sassy forwarded the
internet link to him as Jess explained what they needed him to do, and he
willingly agreed to make the call. To avoid suggesting any connection with
Sassy’s previous call, it was decided that Jurgen would pose as a punter flying
into Chicago from Germany in the next few days, and wanting a fuck.
Jurgen was back in touch
with Jessica less than 10 minutes later. His news wasn’t reassuring: the booker
had confirmed that Jenny - aka Amanda - was available 24/7 to provide any
sexual services he could mention, for both incalls or outcalls. He had been
given a list of prices too. Worse, the booker had given him the address of
another escort web site link, and this time the photographs of Jenny were
downright pornographic, with some pictures showing her pussy being reamed in
graphic detail, and others depicting her sucking a succession of black cocks.
“OMG!” Sassy said. “Don’t
tell Mum until we’ve tried to sort it out.”