The three of us are a walking wet dream, the combination of our features address nearly any fantasy. The mild weather on this April night allows us to dress up: short skirts, halter tops, stacked heels. I drive over to Britney’s to pick her up, then the two of us head out to Madeline’s. She lives in an amazing condo in the heart of downtown, allowing us to leave our car and walk. No worrying about designated drivers tonight, so we can party recklessly and head home on foot whenever we’re ready…or when the bars close, whichever comes first.
Madeline has drinks ready for us when we get there. Mojitos…my current favorite. We each drink two, enough to get the buzz going before we get to the arena. By the time we hit the road, we’re giggling already, excited to be together, looking forward to a fun night. We don’t have hockey tickets yet, but Madeline is an expert at this. We find a scalper on a street corner with a handful of tickets on floor level, excellent seats. Madeline works her magic, handing him a business card and offering a deal for a free massage at the spa that she runs in exchange for giving us 3 tickets for half the price of one. Amazingly, he agrees and we get into the game at a fraction of the normal price.
Part of the fun of attending a hockey game is the attention we get as we walk into the arena. Heads turn, jaws drop, and the Jumbotron camera operators fall all over themselves to get a shot. These seats are fortuitous…there’s a bachelor party seated right behind us. A half dozen really cute guys. Throughout the game, they talk to us, buy us drinks, take pictures with us (presumably to get the groom in trouble with his fiancée, which is amusing as well). When the game is over (home team won, by the way), the bachelor party planners ask where we’re headed. I exchange looks with Madeline and Britney, who both shrug noncommittally.
“I think we’re going to The Slammer,” I say. That’s my favorite club, and we usually end up there at some point. “Maybe we’ll see you there?”
One very cute guy makes eye contact with me and smiles. He’s got a nice smile: cute dimples. We all stand up, and I realize he’s tall too. Even better. He holds out his hand to shake mine and introduces himself. I tell him my name too, but after we’ve walked away I realize I didn’t pay enough attention and I don’t remember his. Oh well…I’ll probably never see him again anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.
We walk down Broadway, stopping at a bar or two along the way. At the first bar, the bartender offers us free drinks all night if we’ll just sit at the bar and attract customers. That’s flattering, but doesn’t sound particularly exciting because the bar is not very crowded. We each accept one free drink and move along. At the next stop, a group of businessmen buy us a round of drinks, then one very drunk older man approaches me and puts his arm around me.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he slurs in my ear. “Do you know who I am?” I shake my head. Madeline recognizes him, even if I don’t, and she hisses his name to me in my other ear. Oh, my God. It’s the owner of the hockey team. My eyes widen and I turn my head to look at him. Sam is very tan, and dressed a little ostentatiously in an Armani suit with a Rolex on his wrist. His arm is wrapped firmly around my waist, and it’s making me slightly uncomfortable. He sees the recognition in my face and grins, the self-assured smile of a man who knows that his money and notoriety will buy him practically anything he wants.
“Now, if it was just up to me, I’d probably approach your little blonde friend, or maybe the redhead. You’d be my third choice. But my girlfriend noticed you right away, and she likes you a lot.” At that, I follow his gaze across the bar to a beautiful blonde sitting at a table with a lot of other men. She raises her glass and smiles at me. I return the smile, but inside I’m panicking. “I told her she could have whoever she wants tonight, and she wants you. What do you say? I have a limo waiting just outside.”
“I don’t know,” I say as my hands begin to shake. “I’m with my friends, I can’t just go off and leave them.” Plus, I’ve never been with a woman I add to myself.
“Not a problem,” Sam croons. “They can come too. It’s a really big limo, and there’s enough fun to go around.”
I turn to look at Madeline and Britney. They grin back at me and nod. This is not exactly what I had in mind for tonight, but it’s different and definitely exciting. “OK,” I say. “Let’s go.”
“Fantastic,” Sam says, helping me up from the bar stool, but keeping a firm arm still around my waist. He gestures for the blonde to come with us, and leads all of us out of the bar to the stretch limo that’s parked at the curb. The windows are tinted black so it’s impossible to see into the car. Sam opens the door for us and we pile inside. Introductions are made, and before I even know what’s going on our host is taking off his pants to reveal a massive erection. Wow…he’s rich and hung. That’s a lethal combination. I can tell Madeline thinks so too, because she is not wasting any time. As I watch, she slips off her shirt, slides her panties off and straddles him, taking his huge cock into her tiny body with a moan of excitement.
“Oh, yeah, baby…that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he slurs, unhooking and removing her bra, then grabbing her hips and moving her up and down his shaft, watching her tits bounce as she rides him.
“Wait a second,” Britney pouts.