“You damned right,” he quietly rumbled. I didn’t need to peek at his crotch to know he was getting a woody, because I had one myself.
The women turned back towards us and took a couple of steps forward. Each began to rub their hands on our chests, then leaned in close to our faces as if they were going to kiss us again, only to pull away at the last second. They repeated this a few times; by the third, I wanted Angel to kiss me so badly I could taste it. I noticed the girls avoided eye contact as well, making us feel we were real clients; extended kisses and eye contact would have broken the illusion.
The 80s rock music stopped, and something like a 70’s porno soundtrack began. Both women started moving their hips and asses in time to the new song when Destiny asked, “Do you boys want to see some titties?”
On the one hand, this was no big deal, because Walter and I had seen our wives’ breasts in a non-sexual context before; at various times Dotty and Laura had each breastfed babies in front of us. On the other hand, this was in a VERY sexual context, so hell yes we wanted to see some titties!
Trying to act slightly disinterested, I answered “Well, Destiny, I suppose that would be pleasant.” The chemically-fueled bulge in my khakis betrayed me by revealing the full extent my interest, however.
Walter, now speechless, merely nodded as his cheeks flushed. That our wives could make a 54-year-old ex-mob enforcer blush was proof of their polar-ice-cap-melting hotness.
In perfectly synchronized motion, the two women reached behind their backs and undid their bras, letting their wonderful breasts fall free. It was an amazing show, watching them sway as Angel and Destiny danced. That pale freckled skin, those reddish-brown areolas, those yummy nipples, it was incredible. Seeing both women bare-chested in front of us was too hot for words! I was in heaven, and assumed Walter was right there with me.
Next, they backed up to us and sat in our laps, grinding their asses around on our rock-hard erections. I felt the pressure in my balls building — if they kept this up, I’d come in my pants like a kid on his first date.
Fortunately the song ended before I shot my load. The women put their bras back on, then undid our wrist restraints. Angel was all business: “That was three songs, at $40 a song per girl, plus an extra $30 per girl for showing our tits during that last dance, so you gentlemen owe us each $150.”
As Walter and I reached for our wallets, Angel added, “Plus tip. So, $200…each.” She held out her hand for the money, and Walter and I promptly paid.
Then Destiny added, “Are you guys cops?”
Taken aback, Walter looked at her quizzically. “Um, no, we’re definitely not cops.”
Angel stepped in close, and, using the few remaining shreds of my shirt to pull my face down close to hers and quietly said, “If you’re not cops, we have another special we can offer you. Through the curtained entrance, there are sectioned-off intimate spaces for the dancers and platinum-level clients. For another $200 each, Destiny and I can give you platinum performances.”
Walter and I looked at each other. As excited as we both were, there was no way we’d pass on this offer. Considering it money well-spent we both said, “Hell, yes!”
The ‘intimate spaces’ the girls led us into were an architect’s nightmare: cinderblock on the back wall, the other three were plywood walls nailed to a few 2x4s to section it off; the ceiling had exposed pipes, all of it painted a dull gray. In the center of each room was a single bed with a mattress, covered with the stains from who knows how many previous ‘platinum’ sessions.
I didn’t care. All that mattered at that moment was my erection, demanding immediate satisfaction. As soon as the door was closed I was on Angel. Quickly removing her bra, I pushed her onto the mattress and then fell on her, my mouth sucking and biting the tits she’d just teased me with.
In between gasps of pleasure she said, “It’s been…a long time…since New York…I’ve been…thinking about your cock ever since…”
Standing up, I undid my pants and stepped out of them, then shoved her legs apart and plunged into her wet pussy, growling, “Tell me, whore, am I the best client you ever fucked?”
Her eyes were closed in pleasure as I pounded away, but she whimpered, “Yesssss, the best, please don’t stop!”
I was so worked up, it didn’t take long for me to shoot off my load into her. Our frantic and furious coupling had left me exhausted, but thanks to the blue pill I was still rigid. Angel seemed to be a bit wobbly as well from the pounding I’d given her, her blonde wig slightly askew, providing a glimpse of the red hair underneath.
On the other side of the plywood wall, we could hear Walter and Destiny still going at it, her moaning in pleasure. A second later, Walter groaned loudly, announcing his happy ending.
Angel wisecracked, “Sounds like they need a cleanup in room 4!” As we dressed, she told me, “After you buy your new shirt, go to the diner next door and have a piece of pie or something. Let the perfume smell wear off, take your time getting home, you understand?” I nodded, my little solider still erect and ready for action.
Walter seemed to be in the same state of agitation, but he wasn’t having any damned pie. He and I had driven to the club together, but he’d left me on my own; as I was eating a crappy piece of pie I saw him get in Destiny’s Lexus in the parking lot, and the two of them drove off.
They didn’t get far. After I left the diner, on my way home I saw they’d parked at the Stagecoach Inn, a one-star cheap motel on the outskirts of town. There was only one other car in the parking lot, an old Triumph TR2 sports car. I wondered how the place even stayed in business.
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I got home around 10:30pm and walked into the kitchen. Pearl and David were still awake, nuzzling each other while making hot chocolate.
I asked Pearl, “Did Mom get home?” She got an amused look on her face and proceeded to lie her little ass off, no doubt at the behest of her mother.
“Mom’s been home all night. After she kissed Ruthie goodnight, she told me to tell you she’s waiting in the cabin.” The cabin and not upstairs? That was odd. It was as if she wanted real alone time, our soundproofed bedroom in the main house not being adequate. Hmmmm.
Sure enough, Laura was waiting in the cabin for me, scowling. She was barefoot, wearing only sweatpants and a sweatshirt. She had no makeup, and her hair was put up in a sloppy bun, the same it had been on the rainy night when we met for the first time. She did look like she’d been home all night, as well as looking like she was royally pissed off!
She stood up, and I walked towards her to take her in my arms and give her a kiss. With my dick still semi-erect from all the fun I had with Angel in the back of the club, I was anxious to go another round in the cabin bedroom. When I got within reach, I got a shock.
Laura slapped me, then began shouting, “Where have you been, and why do you smell like cheap perfume? I’ve been home all night waiting and worrying, now you come in here like a drunken sailor on shore leave! You didn’t even try to call!”