Jolyne Goes Whoring


After four months at sea, a Speedwagon Foundation vessel docked at the Port of Singapore. Joseph, Jotaro and Jolyne disembarked.

"Make sure to go shopping," Joseph told Jolyne, "Singapore has the best malls in the world."

She glanced sideways at Jotaro, who quickly nodded.

"They're open late," Joseph went on, rifling through his pockets, "Let me give you some cash-"

With narrowed eyes, Jolyne reeled around, so she was facing them, and crossed her arms, "Where are you two going?"

Joseph stammered, "Well, I'm tired, I'm going to bed…"

She scanned Jotaro from head to toe, "What about you?"

"Same," he grunted.

Jolyne raised her eyebrows, "Yeah, right. I bet you're taking on some stand user without me."

Joseph opened his mouth then closed it again.

"I'm tired of you trying to protect me." She put her hands on her hips.

Joseph's neck flushed, and he tugged at his collar, "Ah, well-" His voice fell off, "We're going to a place … for men."

Jolyne leaned towards him, her eyes glowing, "You mean a strip club?"

Joseph hesitated.

"Can I come too?" She clasped her hands, "Please?"

Joseph glanced at Jotaro.

"I want to see the strippers!" Jolyne wailed.

Joseph shifted, "It's more than a strip club."

"You mean a massage parlor?" She grinned, "Or a brothel?"

Jotaro gritted his teeth, "The last one."

Jolyne squeezed her arms to her sides, "That's even better!"

Joseph looked at Jotaro again.

"I've been at sea for months too," she moaned, "What am I supposed to do? Meet some loser at a gas station?"

Joseph shook his head slightly, "I suppose if-"

"Aren't you worried about upsetting your mother?" Jotaro interjected, meeting her eyes for the first time.

"She's so over you," Jolyne laughed, "She's kicked your ass to the curb."

Jotaro spoke in a small voice, "Oh."

Joseph's eyebrows wriggled, "I'm okay with her coming if you are."

Jotaro glared at him, then Jolyne, with a slight curl in his lip. "Fine," he grumbled.


"Welcome, Mr. Joestar," crooned a hostess in a plunging sequined gown, "Mr. Kujo." She peered at Jolyne, rubbing her chin.

"This is my great granddaughter, Jolyne," Joseph cut in.

The hostess blinked, but quickly forced a smile, "A family affair. Wonderful." She pulled back a curtain, revealing a large mezzanine with plush carpet. Crystal chandeliers dangled above velvet sofas, and a man in a sharp suit sat at a distant grand piano, playing light music. Many women milling about. A brunette in a sleek suit with perfect lips passed by, then a redhead with her ample chest suspended by a scant, strappy dress.

"Oh my god," Jolyne yelled, "They're all so hot!"

Jotaro gave her a sharp look, while Joseph signaled with his hand to keep it down.

"Maybe you see girls like this all the time," she scoffed, "But I'm impressed."

The hostess tittered, "I invite you to have a drink, and once you make your choice, we'll set up a room."
A tuxedoed waiter appeared with a silver tray of freshly-poured champagne and Jolyne grabbed a glass. Draining it in a single sip, she returned it to the tray, then took a second. "I want to see the whole place before I decide." Motioning for Jotaro and Joseph to follow, she started to explore.

How to ever pick? There was a lady to the left with a perfect ass, then one with the biggest boobs she'd ever seen. Then in the distance …

"Hello, Mr. Joestar," a dark-haired young woman interrupted, approaching Joseph with a giggle. A few others followed, surrounding him.

"He's a big tipper," Jotaro murmured.

Joyne snorted.

"Nice to meet you, dears," Joseph said, glancing from side to side.

An older woman, with a clipboard and reading glasses rescued him, "How are you, Mr Joestar?"

"Excellent, Madam. Is Samantha in?"

Their shoulders slumping, the girls shuffled off.

"Sorry, she's on vacation," the madam formed a rueful smile, "But let me introduce you to someone new." She mumbled into a radio from her waistband, then three girls approached. They were all young, fresh-faced, blond-haired and blue-eyed.

"Perfect," Joseph said, scrutinizing each in turn. "What's your name?" he finally asked the center one, holding out his hand.

Jolyne examined the girl as they chatted. Great tits. Nice cheekbones. But …

"She looks just like a young Granny Suzie," Jolyne whispered to her father.

"Can you not kill the mood?" he grumbled.

Chuckling, she and Jotaro continued walking, Joseph trailing behind, his arm around his chosen girl's waist. Slowly, the crowd of young sleek women thinned out. "Big mamas," she squealed, finding a group of large women reclining on a sofa. Nearby, she saw two elderly women, one in a black lace teddy, and the other dressed as if she was going to a bridge game, "Oldies." The one in lingerie saw Joseph and stood up before noticing he already had company, then sat back down.

Jolyne strolled on, encountering a large-breasted woman leaning against a wall in nothing but a corset, then noticed a penis dangling between her legs, "Oh, wow, oh, wow," she blared, grinning and nudging Jotaro, "Look at that. I wonder what that's like?"

The corseted woman sauntered towards them, but Jolyne held out her hand, 'This is a big decision."

Jotaro shook his head, "Good grief."

Soon, they were back in the main area, and Jolyne scanned the crowd. So many choices …

Jotaro approached two Asian women on a couch. One wore a red shiny dress, while the other had her midriff bare. Both had their hair pulled back into buns adorned with pink flowers.

"Ooh, you so tall," one said, with a heavy Chinese accent, though her English had been perfect moments before.

Jolyne started to giggle, "Oh my god." She nudged Joseph, "He's so stupid."

Her grandfather shrugged, but he had glint in his eye.

"Boring too. I was hoping he was into something interesting like muscle mamas."

Joseph swallowed a laugh. Though Jolyne found both girls equally plain, Jotaro spent a long time examining each of them, before wordlessly holding his arm out to the one in the red dress.

"Now it's your turn," Joseph teased.

Jolyne looked out at the sea of women, glancing from body to body. Then one caught her eye. She was olive-skinned, with dark, curly hair, dressed in cut-off shorts with a bikini top. She wouldn't have been out of place walking the beaches of Miami, playing in the sand, not giving Jolyne the time of day. Jolyne approached her with a grin, "You're the hottest girl I've ever seen."


Jolyne pushed open a door, revealing a fancy hotel room with two beds. She sat her companion, Gaby, down in an armchair in the corner, then climbed into her lap. "I'll let you old folks have the beds."

Joseph took the bed closest to her, with the Suzie girl and they started kissing, while Jotaro took the far one, grasping the girl in the red dress by the shoulders and stared at her intently. Gaby started stroking Jolyne's neck. She supposed it was rude to watch, anyhow. She turned around and gave Gaby a long kiss.

How was her skin so smooth? Jolyne kissed harder, running her hands down her bare back, then her sides. She could feel Gaby's skin against her exposed midriff. She smelled like cinnamon. Jolyne could feel the months of deprivation pooling between her legs. Straddling Gaby, she ran her lips across her neck.

"Ooh, you so big," a broken Chinese accent rung out in the distance, breaking her trance.

"You're pathetic," Jolyne called out in her father's general direction.

Gaby fought for her attention, slipping her fingers into the waist of her pants, and running them along the seam. Jolyne turned back to her, kissing her harshly. Gaby's bust pressed against her, and she stroked the exposed side, feeling the silk of her bikini. She found its strings. Tugging them, it fell off.

Jolyne had never felt breasts like this before, so soft and supple. Filling her hands, she sucked in a breath, grinding against Gaby's crotch. Gaby's hands were smooth, too, as they unfastened Jolyne's shirt, then her bra. As her lips circled her nipple, she whimpered.

Jolyne's eyes squeezed shut, and she held onto Gaby. Just riding. Just feeling. Then she stood, pressing her face between Gaby's breasts. Wresting Gaby to her feet, she pulled off her shorts, revealing a bikini bottom. Fumbling, she untied one side, then the other.

Of course, Gaby's cunt was perfect, shaved and plump. Jolyne ran her fingers down the front, then slipped them inside, feeling the wetness. Wiping her hand against Gaby's collarbone, she kissed her, pressing against her body as the smell permeated.

Gaby's hand found Jolyne's waist, and toyed with the seams of her pants again, then found the clasp and undid them. Stripping her of her pants and underwear, Gaby guided her back down, so she was seated in the chair, facing outwards. Gaby massaged Jolyne's breasts, then kissed the space between them. Slowly, she moved down, spreading Jolyne's legs and kneeling between them.

Jolyne's breath hitched as Gaby brushed her mound, then her lips, her lips … Jolyne moaned as the pleasure mounted. "Please," she whispered, "Please." Her fists clenched as Gaby's tongue found spot after spot. In the quiet, she could hear Joseph's breathing, and her father howling like an animal. Jolyne grasped Gaby's head, holding it in place, "Don't stop." And her tongue kept giving her burst after burst of pleasure. "Fuck," she wailed as the tension mounted, then Gaby's tongue hit its mark and released her. She sucked in a breath as her body pulsed.

Jolyne stroked Gaby's breasts as she came down, slowly becoming aware that she was buck naked, sitting in plain view of her father and great-grandfather. Had they heard her make such a fuss?

To her relief, Joseph was flat on his back, staring, rapt at the woman on top of him. A blanket covered Jotaro, only his muscular back exposed, rising and falling as he wailed.

Gaby handed Joyne a white robe, which she quickly put on.

"Do you want a drink?"

She nodded. Dressing, Gaby walked off, and as she waited, Jolyne couldn't help but watch the Suzie girl. Undressed, her body was gorgeous, and Jolyne couldn't tear her eyes from her swaying breasts. Joseph's breath quickened, then he gasped, and the girl rolled off of him.

She was sweet, really, the way she wiped the sweat off of Joseph's brow, then helped him into a robe. He took a seat next to Jolyne. Gaby returned and poured them both a glass of wine.

"Thank you, dear," Joseph said to the Suzie girl.

"Yeah, thank you," Jolyne waved to Gaby. They both left.

Jotaro was still howling he pumped. Jolyne exaggeratedly covered her ears.

"They always give us this room, the very furthest away, in the back," Joseph laughed.

She snickered, "Now I know why mama loved listening to loud music at night." She took a sip of wine, jittering in her seat as the noise got louder, became shouts, then faded out. "Good, he's done." Then he threw off the blanket, positioned the woman on all fours, stroked himself erect, then mounted her again.

"Good fucking grief," Jolyne's lips twisted, "That is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen."

Joseph leaned towards her, "Don't worry, I tip extra."

She snorted, then took a long swig of her drink. Tapping her fingers on the table, she eyed Jotaro's discarded, "Do you think it would be rude if I went through his pants for some cigarettes?"

Joseph shot her a wry grin, "I don't think he'll notice."

Chuckling, she tiptoed over, averting her eyes. God, she didn't want to get any closer, but she found the cigarette box and lighter where it should be. Sitting back down, she opened the box and offered it to Joseph, who waved it away.

Jolyne extracted a cigarette, lit it, then pressed it between her lips. Calm seeped through her chest as she sucked the smoke in. "This feels good," she said, her eyes finding Joseph, "This feels so good."