Quizzing Two Hookers

As part of an odd wager, Matt and Andy test their differing views on social issues by quizzing two call girls on general knowledge. The winner gets the hooker!

Part One

I, Matthew (Matt) Knowles, try my best to get along with everybody. I definitely have my strong, right-of-center beliefs about politics and social issues, but that doesn’t stop me from having friends across the entire ideological spectrum. For a while, one of my closest friends was Andy McKay, who was very left-leaning. Eventually, he became so liberal in his core beliefs that I could no longer carry on a conversation with him on any subject because he’d always inject politics into it somehow. We just stopped hanging around by unspoken mutual consent. He eventually moved some 1,500 miles away. I was unaware of Andy’s move until a mutual friend told me about it. He had distanced himself from Andy, too, and only found out where Andy now resided purely by chance.

Be that as it may, one day when we were still close, Andy and I got into a passionate discussion about the right to vote. I had seen so many YouTube videos that showed American college students who couldn’t answer very basic common-knowledge questions that I became exasperated just by watching them. I mentioned this to Andy and stated the following, “A democratic society is based on the faulty idea that its citizens are well informed. That society simply doesn’t work if too many voters are vapid idiots like the ones in those videos. I’m now convinced that every citizen should have to pass a civics exam or some sort of general-knowledge test in order to be eligible to vote.”

Of course, Andy disagreed with me, saying that every American citizen should be allowed to vote regardless of how informed or ill-informed he or she was. He even advocated that the minimum voting age should be lowered from 18 to 16 to allow more people to vote. I showed him a few clips of American college students who were unable to do basic arithmetic in their heads, couldn’t find the USA on a map of the world, didn’t know how many days were in a year, didn’t know how many states there were, didn’t know anything about the two World Wars, and somehow thought that both Asia and Africa were countries. What was worse (in my opinion) was that most of them were laughing at their appalling ignorance instead of being ashamed of it.

“Do you honestly think these morons should be allowed to vote in any election?” I asked Andy. Of course he did! It was somehow the fault of the system that they didn’t know facts that a typical fifth-grader would have known off the top of his head in 1960. He also doubted that the people shown in those YouTube videos were typical college students. Andy thought those videos had been carefully manipulated to show only the responses of the simpletons. He figured the intelligent ones had been edited out.

I found more videos to bolster my argument. There is a podcast that has sex workers as regular guests. They are asked for their opinions pertaining to social issues that often highlight the startlingly different viewpoints between the two genders. However, the sex providers are also quizzed on general knowledge by the host. These vapid women’s answers made the college students look like Einsteins. Some didn’t know the capital city of the USA. Some didn’t know what north and south meant. None seemed to know how to do simple calculations. Not one of them knew the country where the Great Wall of China or the Panama Canal was located. All of them, however, were built spectacularly and flaunted their oversized breasts by dressing provocatively.

Andy was still unconvinced. He claimed the women in that video were forced into a life a sexual degradation by circumstance and a flawed society. He maintained they could all be top scholars if given the proper guidance. I just laughed at that absurd assertion. Then I came up with a brilliant and fun idea to prove my point.

“How about a little wager, Andy?” I suggested. “Let’s you and I order a hooker from an escort service. Let’s ask for one who’s about 25 years old and was born and educated in this country. We’ll prepare a quiz of 10 general knowledge questions for her. If she answers at least eight of them correctly, I’ll pay for her sexual services, and you get to fuck her. If her score is below eight, however, you have to pay for her, and I get to screw her. What do you say?”

I suspected this bet would appeal to Andy because we were both bachelors in our thirties, and we both enjoyed casual sex with willing females—even if we had to pay for it occasionally. Furthermore, we surprisingly held the same view about prostitution: We both strongly believed it should be 100 percent legal. Andy’s belief was founded in libertarianism where people should be allowed to do whatever they liked as long as they were adults and their behavior did not harm anyone else. My viewpoint was similar, but a little more complex. I argued that having sex was the only activity I knew of that two consenting adults could freely do as long as there was no money involved, but somehow it became a criminal act if one participant was paid to do it. That made no sense to me at all.

Be that as it may, after due consideration, Andy accepted my challenge with just one condition: We both had to agree on the ten questions contained within the quiz. I was perfectly okay with Andy and I consulting on that matter. I insisted that there could be no coaching. We’d read each question aloud to the girl a maximum of three times. After that, the bimbo was on her own. Furthermore, she could only give one answer. Whatever she said first would count. No do-overs were permitted.

For the next half hour, we argued a bit before jointly coming up with the following list of ten brain-teasers on various topics that were acceptable to both of us:

1. How many nickels does it take to make a dollar?
2. Which two sides fought in the American Civil War?
3. Who was the president of the United States between Donald Trump’s two terms?
4. If you buy three dozen eggs, how many eggs do you have?
5. How many years make up a decade?
6. In which city is the Eiffel Tower located?
7. Name three of the world’s oceans.
8. Give examples of two adverbs.
9. Which country is located directly north of the United States?
10. If a man was celebrating his 45th birthday today, in which year was he born?

Each of us definitely thought we had made a sucker bet and winning it was a foregone conclusion. Andy was convinced that any trollop we hired who was born and educated in the USA couldn’t possibly not get eight of those questions right. In fact, he thought a perfect score of 10 out of 10 was reasonable to expect. I openly laughed at that prediction. I boldly told him, “You are in for a rude awakening, my friend. I don’t expect she’ll know four of them. Remember what H. L. Mencken once wrote, ‘You’ll never go broke underestimating the intelligence of the American public.’ That was a century ago, but it’s truer now than it ever was.”

With our list of questions now complete, I picked up the telephone. I called Supreme Escorts and ordered us a buxom blonde named Abby, reputedly 26 years old, who was born and bred in the good old USA.

Part Two

About half an hour later, Abby arrived at my doorstep to do what she was paid to do. She certainly was a chesty lass; her big tits were her most obvious physical characteristic. She had platinum blonde hair. She stood no more than 5’1” and spoke perfect English with no accent. She definitely was not a foreigner. To me, she looked older than 26, however.

I explained that we had hired her for sex, as usual, but there was a twist involved: She was going to be paid $300 by one of us to service the other based on her ability to answer a 10-question general-knowledge quiz. That surprised her a bit. As an incentive for her to do well, I informed Abby that we’d also pay her $10 for every correct answer she gave. Thus, a perfect score would earn her another $100.

She gave us a puzzled look and then shrugged her shoulders. “This is definitely something new for me, but I’m always running into new and weird things by being a hooker,” she said. “Okay, I’m willing to try to earn an extra $100. What are the ten questions you have for me?”

Andy read the questions—and Abby struggled mightily. When it was mathematically certain that I would win the bet, Andy became less jovial and downright terse as the quizmaster. She managed just one correct response. Abby somehow knew the right answer about the three dozen eggs despite, by her own admission, being “terrible at math.” Andy could scarcely believe the result, but I absolutely foresaw it coming. It was the cherry on top for me when Abby said she was also horrible at geography and history, and didn’t know a thing about grammar. I asked her where she was born. When she said Michigan—a border state—I asked her how she didn’t know that Canada was north of the USA. She replied without a hint of embarrassment, “I wasn’t sure Canada was a country. I thought it might be another state.”

I said, “Thank you very much for your participation, Abby. My friend Andy will pay you $310 for your services. Now you can get undressed and do what you were born to do. That would be fuck a complete stranger—me!”

As the wager’s loser, Andy paid Abby what he owed her, but he didn’t stick around to witness the carnal fun I was about to have with her at his expense.

I escorted my call girl to my bedroom. We both undressed rapidly and got into my bed. Abby possessed a fabulous set of natural tits that drew my attention. They were round and jiggly and featured pointy nipples. I spent the first ten minutes fondling and sucking them. I wasn’t especially gentle with her. Hey, I wasn’t courting her. To me, Abby was a paid employee. When it came time to fuck her, I climbed on top of her and strongly rammed her pussy with my stiff erection. I didn’t care if I was pleasing her or not; that didn’t matter to me. I was only interested in pleasing myself with Andy’s $310. I pounded her missionary-style, doggie style, and side-by-side. I think I enjoyed the last screwing option the best as it allowed me a double pleasure: I could freely grope Abby’s ample tits while simultaneously fucking her pussy.

At Abby’s insistence, I had been wearing a condom for our acts of sexual intercourse—something I understood was necessary. Still, I loathed the fact that my dick was being sheathed during sex. I removed the annoying rubber, however, to receive fellatio from Abby when I was nearing my climax. She was quite good at giving me a sensuous blowjob. I assume she’d had years of practice performing that common sex act on hundreds of clients. I told her she had talent in that respect, which pleased her. Not long afterward, I ejaculated a huge serving of hot semen onto Abby’s face, covering it from her forehead to her chin. Even after I came so strongly, I was still reasonably hard, so I stuck my penis back into Abby’s open mouth and roughly fucked her cum-splattered face for another minute or so. I had enjoyed Andy’s gift. I hadn’t been a gentleman, but I was a satisfied customer. “You were only put on this planet to fuck, fuck, and fuck some more, Abby!” I told her. I advised her to “keep doing what you were meant to do with your life.” I don’t think she took my remarks as an insult. Before she headed out the door to a waiting cab, I thanked her for being so compliant as a sex partner.

Part Three

Two weeks later I was with Andy again. Amazingly, he wanted a second chance at the same wager we had made 14 days previously with exactly the same stipulations. I was more than happy to oblige and prove him wrong again. Besides, I was quite horny that day. I would certainly enjoy another thorough fuck with a pro from Supreme Escorts. I congratulated Andy on his persistence, but I told him I was extremely confident I would win the wager again. This time I quoted comedian George Carlin: “Consider how stupid the average American is. Then, by definition, you must realize that half of them are even stupider than that!”

We quickly retrieved the same general-knowledge quiz that had stumped Abby and prepared to test another vapid hooker on those same very basic topics. I made the necessary telephone call, again requesting another native-born trollop in her mid-twenties. I specified that I wanted a different female than Abby, however. I explained I had no complaints with her at all, but I did desire a new girl for the “sake of variety.” Thirty minutes later, an attractive brunette named Charmaine rang my doorbell.

Charmaine obviously wasn’t as busty as Abby was, but she was generally better looking. She was four or five inches taller, too. Furthermore, I suspected she was at least five years younger than Abby. I was going to enjoy ramming her with my dick provided I won the bet again. Of course, I had the utmost confidence that I would. I began to get a stiffie in anticipation. As we had done with Abby, I explained that she had been hired for a special fucking session and whom she would screw and how much bonus cash she would earn was wholly dependent on how she fared in a ten-question, general-knowledge quiz that we’d shortly be giving her. She gave me a bit of a scowl. Clearly Charmaine was not as enthusiastic about the concept as Abby had been. Still, she went along with it for the chance to earn an extra $100 for showing how clever Andy thought she must be.

As with Abby, Andy served as the quizmaster. Charmaine got off to a good start by knowing there were 20 nickels in a dollar, but she quickly faltered and only answered two more questions correctly. She knew the Eiffel Tower was located in Paris, and she also named the Atlantic, Pacific and Indian as three of the world’s oceans. She was nowhere near getting eight answers right, so Andy lost the bet again. This time it cost him an extra $30 because Charmaine had managed to answer three of the ten questions correctly. Andy tossed $330 onto a table and left my home in disgust. I hoped maybe he would take this second setback as an epiphany, but he kept on living in his fantasy world when it came to modern social issues. I knew there wouldn’t be a third time with this type of wager.

Charmaine wasn’t fully aware of what had happened, but she was obviously happy with the $30 tip she had gotten without doing anything yet. Off we went to my bedroom. My dick was already hard in anticipation of screwing this attractive, albeit immoral woman.

We both disrobed swiftly. As a tit-lover, I focused on Charmaine’s breasts which were average sized, perhaps even a bit smaller. Regardless of their volume, they were still wonderful treasures to be enjoyed by horny me. I stood behind her and caressed them for several minutes. When I felt her nipples get hard, I spun her around so I could suck on them for several more minutes. I was enjoying this girl’s physique!

Charmaine, like Abby, insisted on my wearing a condom before I shoved my dick into her shaved pussy. I agreed to that stipulation, begrudgingly, of course. Before I did that, she gave me a passable blow job. (Abby’s had been better and more thorough, as she had happily licked my balls, too.) Charmaine surpassed Abby in screwing, however. Her pussy was a delightful place for my penis to be. It seemed to grab my manhood with its surprising tightness. I was quite content to drill her missionary-style until I was about to come. Some 20 minutes later, I could feel the familiar stirring in my nether regions. I pulled out, ripped the condom off my rigid shaft, took careful aim, yanked my dick twice, and blasted Charmaine’s pretty face with a load of hot semen. I had aimed for her eyes, nose and mouth—and my marksmanship was fairly accurate. Unlike Abby who had no inclination to swallow my jism, Charmaine was a cum lover. She eagerly gathered my semen with her fingers and dropped it onto her tongue. That was a very sexy sight—and I told her so.

Charmaine also stayed for the full hour in my bed despite my cum shot occurring rather fast. We cuddled together. I fondled her tits non-stop while we just chatted about trivialities. In return, Charmaine massaged my testicles very gently. She told me she was rather new as a professional sex worker, but she was quite happy doing it because it was what she did best. (I wished Andy had heard that remark!) She told me I had been her favorite client so far. Whether or not this was accurate or merely a polite courtesy to someone who had just paid her $330, I do not know. Nevertheless, I accepted the compliment at face value and thanked her with a romantic kiss. I think I tasted a trace of my semen on her lips, but that was a small inconvenience.

I said to her, “Charmaine, you are very good at what you do. In fact, you are so good at sexually pleasing men that you could probably continue to be a terrific, in-demand call girl for at least two more decades.”

She looked at me strangely for a moment and then laughed loudly. “Two decades?” she exclaimed with an incredulous tone in her voice. “You know that’s not possible! That would be 200 years!”