A Married Marilyn

"Thanks! I do model some though, both nude and in some swimsuits. What about you guys again?"

Diana chirped up in response, "We're all strippers that work with your sister…and I do mean work!"

Heather chimed in, brushing a strand of hair from her face, "Yeah, your sister's a good fuck!"

Carla cut off Heather saying, "Hey! Chill out! I don't know if, um, she wants to know about her sister's sex life."

"C'mon silly! You must not have been there that night in the dressing room when Shari was talking about how good a fuck her sister was!" Heather stated in her squeaky voice.

"Yeah, I was there, but…"

"Hey, that reminds me," Diana stated as got to the toll booth, getting ready to pick up a ticket. "I remember hearing something about that, but I didn't really believe it. Do you fuck Shari?"

"Yeah, I did," Marilyn answered. "I'm not doing that anymore though. That was all the past. Besides, I'm about to be a married girl. And I can't be silly like that."

Diana listened to Marilyn's answer, eyeballing her body out the corner of her eye. "She's damn right it's the past," she thought to herself. "The amount of hormones needed to put those kind of curves on her must have shrunk her little wee-wee to the size of my pinky."

"Alright, makes sense to me," Diana said, getting her car up to speed.

"So, girls, tell me about your job," Marilyn stated. "It sounds like fun."

"Well…"

***

The four girls kept the time moving along in their drive north up to Vermont, talking about all of the experiences Diana, Heather and Carla had had with themselves, the club and their sister. It involved a lot of joking, some wrestling and, not surprisingly, some really interesting stuff about her sister. "Damn, my sister's such a slut," Marilyn thought to herself at one point. "Then again, it ain't exactly a surprise though. She's been like this since she's been kids."