Marybeth tugged at the bottom of her short dark gray skirt in an attempt to sit the bar stool without flashing the entire room. She wore no stockings so a wrong move would expose everything from her heels to the black thong crawling up her ass. Dave or Dick or whatever the name of the middle aged guy in gray suit next to her was prattling on about some sales conference. She was becoming increasingly aware of his "inadvertent touches" on her arm but had made no effort to discourage them. In fact she smiled pleasantly.
With relief, Marybeth could see a recognizable figure at the entryway of the restaurant. She could feel it when Blue entered a room. That voice, sharp and commanding yet seductive said "Table for two for Bloom, Nancy Bloom please."
The restaurant host scanned down the list. "I'm sorry Ms. Bloom, we have you down for 7:30 and it is only a little after 7. Can you wait?" he said too quickly.
Nancy Bloom did not usually take no for an answer but she had come early tonight for a reason. She looked him cold in the eye and pulled her dark hair behind her ear. "That will be fine. Please get me in the bar when it is ready." She said and gave him a slight smile and you could see the relief in his posture.
Marybeth watched Blue glide into the room. Her charcoal gray pantsuit screamed power. It formed tightly to her slim muscular body. Nancy Bloom was used to commanding attention when she entered a room. When she was feeling sexy and seductive, she always felt more like her graduate school nickname "Blue" than Nancy or Ms. Bloom. She looked like she was definitely feeling like "Blue" tonight.
Blue's dark eyes flashed at Marybeth, a slight smile came across her face and she nodded slightly as slid into a table not far from where Marybeth sat at the bar. It was difficult not to look at the slim woman as she sat and several of the other people at the bar quickly had to avert their as Blue slid into her seat and surveyed the bar.
Naturally, the waitress was at Blue's table immediately. "White wine please." Blue said quietly in her husky voice absently shaking the sparkling silver bracelet on her right wrist.
Marybeth had been at the bar for 30 minutes as she had been instructed. She was dressed like a whore, she thought. She had on a sheer black blouse and dark gray skirt with the highest heals she could stand. Her size D breasts moved seductively against the material of her blouse every time she moved.
Blue had been very explicit on what she was to wear. Everything from the blouse and the skirt to the new black thong had been laid out in her instructions. No other underwear was allowed. Gold bracelets and necklace offset against the black. She was dressed like an expensive well dressed whore, but a whore nonetheless. It was new territory for Marybeth.
Blue caught her eye and nodded imperceptibly. Marybeth took a deep breath and turned toward the middle aged man so her legs were on either side of his. He stumbled in mid sentence and reached for his drink to recover. As she casually dropped her hand to his thigh he almost spit it out.
"What were you saying?" Marybeth asked, her dark brown eyes looking intently into his face. He gazed into her pretty face and tried not to let his gaze drift down to her cleavage as she leaned forward. Her hand moved slightly up his thigh as she said, "about the conference I mean? Only four of you from the Region got to come?"
As Marybeth squeezed her bare legs lightly around his thigh she thought how slutty she felt. She could feel Blue watching her every move. Everyone else in the bar must be watching too. How long would she let her go?
The businessman put down his drink quickly thinking about what the guys back in Shreveport were going to think about this. "Should we er... a would you like... to go somewhere?" he stammered as Marybeth's knee came dangerously close to touching his hardening cock.
"Oh you silly," she said gently patting him on the chest and hitting him with a dazzling smile, "you know I told you I was meeting someone here soon." As she dropped her hand from his chest it landed right in his lap. She could feel his hardon spring against his suit pants.
The flustered man reached out and ran his hand between the bar and her naked leg. He moved it quickly up under her skirt. "But we are getting along so well... I thought..."
Marybeth moved closer to the man which pushed his hand even further up the outside of her thigh "As much as I'd like to, I can only stay for a few more minutes." She said with a pout. "You are such a nice guy." Her hand squeezed his hardon as she smiled and gently shook her full dark hair.
His hand slid up her thigh to her butt as he looked into the young sparkling eyes. They dropped to her tits now thrust almost to his chest. She was clearly not wearing a bra. His eyes widened when his hand found nothing but skin under her skirt. She wondered if they had thongs in Shreveport and the man groped her ass.
"Miss Bloom your table is ready." The host approached Blue warily. She almost jumped as she had been watching Marybeth grope the businessman. "Very well," she said picking up her wine class as she slid out her chair. Marybeth watched her out the corner of her eye as she glided across the room behind following the host.
She tightened her grip on the businessman's cock and started gently strocking it as the phone range behind the bar. The businessman squeezed her ass and said, "god baby, are you sure you can't come with me?"
Marybeth watched the bar tender smile into the phone and look across the bar. She increased the speed of her hand stroking the man's cock. He narrowed his eyes and groaned.
