Since I have dealt with Nadine for some time, I understand what she has just said and, more importantly, not said. It's now my turn to take a deep breath, "We'll go to the party wearing just masks and the stiletto heels, right?"

Nadine says, "Well, we can also wear earrings and makeup."

"Nadine, I'll die before I prance around a party nude."

Nadine asks, "Then, you're going to tell your parents about the $1,000 you spent?" (Nadine has also dealt with me for some time.)

I recoil a bit and then ask, "How many hours is the nude gig?"

Nadine says, "We start at nine o'clock in the evening and work until two in the morning. Just five hours for $1,000 each!"

I snap, "Five hours of being treated like a piece of meat? Five hours of 'accidental' touches? Five hours of being a sex object?"

Nadine slyly asks, "Then, you're going to tell your parents?"

I calm down and ask, "You're sure we'll get the money, the $1,000?"

Nadine says, "Yeah, the guy who's throwing the party has apparently used other girls before and they got paid."

"Okay, if we're going to get paid $1,000 for the party, there's no way around it no matter how we get treated. Now, you know that I'm a blonde."

Nadine says, "Well, not a natural blonde."

"Precisely. And I'm not about to let a roomful of strangers know that little fact."

Nadine asks, "Then, you're going to shave yourself down there?"

"Of course I am. I just wanted you to know."

Nadine says, "If you shave down there and I don't, I'll look like some kind of wild woman who escaped from the circus. Thus, I'll shave myself as well."

With a key grooming item settled, I ask, "When do we report for duty?"

Nadine says, "Well, we have to go over to meet the guy tomorrow."

"You don't mean ...?"

Nadine says, "Yes, nude of course. After all, he has to see what he's hiring."

Okay, since there's no getting out of it, after class, Nadine and I go over to see the guy who's hiring us. When we get there, the guy doesn't look like some kind of deviate or anything. Nadine and I are just wearing our new stiletto heels and coats over nude. The guy checks out our faces and, from his expression, we pass the first test.

The guy then looks us in the eyes and asks, "Well?"

Nadine and I take off our coats and pose nude for the guy. He seems to enjoy the little show and I must admit I'm a bit excited also. I have a lingerie model body and I like to show it, although I usually wear a bikini or at least bra and panties, actually.

After we pose nude for the guy, he tells us, "Okay, you girls look pretty good nude and you'll do for the party." He also tells us that we'll be at the address he gives us by 8:30PM Halloween night. The guy also gives us two masks to use at the party.

Nadine immediately grabs the she-devil mask and I'm left with the pussycat mask. What the hell, if I'm going to show my pussy at the party, I might as well be a pussycat.

Nadine and I then put our coats on, leave and go back to our dorm room.

Nadine says, "See Linda, it wasn't so bad. The guy just wants a couple of hot young chicks to liven up his party a bit. We walk around nude for a few hours and get out of our current financial mess."

"Nadine, we're gonna be among horny guys and we're gonna have fingerprints all over our nude bodies by the end of the evening, count on it."

Nadine says, "Okay, we have to be friendly with the guys at the party. I wonder if we 'll get tips?"

"Nadine, my ex-boyfriend (I emphasize the ex here) once took me to a nude bar. The girls working there got tips. However, they had to pick up the tips with their, you know, pussy lips."

Nadine says, "Omigod! You mean we have to let guys feel us, you know, down there for a dollar?"

"Well, the girls in the bar pretty much tended to ignore the guys with just a dollar. However, the guys with a five got to feel down there as the girl picked up the tip."

Nadine reflects on the matter and then says, "Well, Linda, I want you to know that I wouldn't do this at all, except I have to have the money. If the going rate is five dollars for a pussy feel, I guess I can do that. Hell, I have to do that and so do you. We gotta earn the $1,000."

I note that Nadine stays focused on the bottom line. I then say, philosophically, "Well, my boyfriends always want to feel down there for a lot less than the going rate."

Nadine says, "Yes, now that you mention it, my boyfriends too. It seems to be going around."

Okay, Halloween night Nadine and I get to the address the guy gave us. We tell each other that we have to do it and we get out of the car and rather hesitantly walk to the door (okay, maybe slink is a better term.) We're even on time. We really don't make a habit of being, you know, exactly on time and stuff. However, we need the $1,000 and we make damn sure that we're on time.

The guy greets us and shows us the Halloween party setup. There are decorations and some very odd looking items around the room.

The guy tells us, "Of course there are Halloween decorations. There will also be some games and we'll need some apparatus." The guy then shows us some rooms at the back of the party area. The rooms are just cubicles with no doors. The guy says, "These are the blow job rooms."

I say, with a feeling of impending doom, "Wait a damn minute. What's this crap about blow jobs?"

The guy sneers at me and says, "No blow jobs, no pay! You do get $20 for each cock you suck to completion."

I mean, what the hell does the guy think we are, whores? I feel the anger rise in me and I'm about to tell the guy off.

Nadine grabs me and whispers, "Then, you're going to tell your parents?"

I calm down a bit and think that I have actually sucked my boyfriend's cock in the past, but only because I was almost forced to do it. It's degrading, of course, but it's still better than having to face my parents. I say boldly, "Okay, we can do blow jobs, but for a lousy $20? (If I hafta be a whore, well, I hafta. However, I'm trying to avoid being a cheap whore.)"

The guy asks, "How much does your boyfriend give you to suck his cock?"

Okay, Nadine and I are trapped. We have to have the $1,000 to avoid total disaster. If we're to earn the $1,000, we have to suck a few cocks. However, the comment about my boyfriend was way out of line! If I didn't need the money so bad, I would have walked out on the spot!

The guy then shows us the little kitchen set up. There's a large, restaurant style 'fridge and a couple of microwaves. There's also a nice array of quality booze.

The idea is that Nadine or I grab a tray of snacks and, as necessary, nuke the snacks with a microwave. The booze is to be served straight, in shot glasses. It's obvious that the idea is shooters for a drunken party.

Okay, Nadine and I go into the ladies room and get ready for the party.

Nadine pauses in front of a mirror and thrusts her pussy forward. She addresses the image in the mirror and says, "After all of the trouble you have caused me, tonight you earn your keep!" Nadine then turns to me and says, "Got to think of the bottom line here!"

Okay, Nadine and I each down a little liquid courage and then greet the guests as they arrive. We each carry a tray of shot glasses. The guests tend to grab a glass and get the party started with their own shots of liquid courage.