A Double Helping

Millie wasn't looking for company when Pam and Sandra showed up on her doorstep, all bright-eyed and badge-hungry. She told them flat out she didn't need shit, but those two Preparedness Scouts just grinned and kept talking sweet. They edged closer, whispering that they had other ways to help a lonely woman like her—ways that didn't involve baking cookies or fixing a leaking sink. Their little skirts brushed her thighs while they sold it: two tight, perky asses hers for the afternoon if she just let them inside. Millie tried to play it cool, but the picture of both scouts bent over her couch pushed her over. She shut the door, already wet, and those two eager girls dropped to their knees with matching hungry smiles.