The Pump Room in Chicago was a popular spot for men to eat because, being so close to the Playboy Mansion, it was a popular place for Playmates to eat; even better, when the mansion was full girls were often put up in rooms in the hotel that held this restaurant. Today two beautiful women were sitting at a table for an early dinner and every eye in the place was glued on them. One was Miss January 1972; the other was about to debut as Miss February of 1973, and even though the men gawking at them didn't always recognize them as playmates, each man was imagining what these luscious girls looked like naked. They didn't have to try hard.
Both girls were staying at the Ambassador Hotel, where the Pump Room was, so they didn't need coats for the bitter Chicago winter; instead they were dressed in tight low cut dresses with high, very very high, hemlines. Marilyn Cole, Miss January 1972, wore golden brown silk which matched her sparkling eyes. Her brown wavy hair streamed down her back and bare shoulders. She was tall and stately with a regal very proper British attitude, yet underneath she exuded raw sensuality. In a couple of months she would be named Playmate of the Year. Cyndi Wood, Miss February 1973 was dressed in a soft pink that complimented her light playful spirit. Her light blonde hair was cut stylishly and her hands were in constant motion. She was much shorter than Marilyn but both had full busty figures that strained the delicate fabric of their dresses.
Everybody knew the girls were important; they'd been seated in Booth One which was reserved for celebrities like Frank Sinatra. Right now the two girls had their heads together in a quiet but animated conversation.
"I'm telling you Cyndi, you could be, you should be, Playmate of the Year. All you have to do is play the game. Loosen up, get in the swing of things."
"I don't know, I'm just not the party girl type."
"Look, I've seen you giving that bloke over there the once over. Go over and talk to him." Marilyn gestured with her eyes towards a well dressed young man sitting with two elderly gentlemen at a table about ten feet away.
Cyndi blushed, "Oh, he doesn't want to talk to me!" She etched little circles in the white tablecloth.
"Here now," Marilyn said firmly as she smiled at the men at the other table. "If I bring him over you have to promise to give him a proper shagging."
"Shagging, what's that?" But Cyndi's words were ignored as Marilyn got up and elegantly strutted to the other table.
All eyes in the room were on Marilyn as she moved, the way her hair shimmered and eyes sparkled, the way her breasts quivered slightly as she walked, the way her round bottom rolled in the tight dress. She sat down next to the man. "Excuse me," she said to the two elderly gentlemen, then she rested both her hands on the younger man's shoulder and spoke directly into his ear. "Your bed or mine? Only I do so hope it is mine so that you know where I'm staying and can find me again whenever you feel the urge; besides that's where my toys are."
As she spoke she moved one hand down to his leg and gave it a good solid squeeze.
The man glanced at his dinner companions, then studied Marilyn quietly. His gaze was steady and commanding. He nodded more to himself than to her, "Well, in that case, it's yours," he said softly. Without taking his eyes off of her he spoke to the others. "Gentlemen, I trust you'll understand if we continue this discussion later. In fact, if you call my lawyer in the morning I'm sure all the details can be arranged. He stood up and offered his arm to Marilyn.
She stood up and gave the two seated men a radiant smile. "Thank you for your indulgence. I assure you that this is most pressing business." She put her arm under the young man's and guided him back to Booth One. "We just have to meet my darling friend Cyndi; I do hope you enjoy wild sex, because the poor girl is desperately in need of a good shagging."
The couple joined Cyndi who was blushing profusely and giggling nervously. "Hello there," she managed to gasp out as he took her hand.
"I'm Thomas," he said as he held her hand a little longer that propriety allows.
"Oh, yes, Tom, yes. Well, this is Marilyn."
"And you are?" Now he was sitting in the booth between the two beauties. Marilyn snuggled up close and her hands were under the table. After a beat he gave her a glance with eyebrows arched in surprise. Marilyn smiled like the Mona Lisa.
"Oh, me? I'm, um, I'm..." The pretty blonde was too flustered to speak.
"Tom, this is my friend, Cyndi, who is a very silly girl, who now has to keep her promise to me," Marilyn said with a laugh.
"And what promise is that?" Tom asked, looking at Cyndi kindly. Marilyn was now leaning against his shoulders and kept her hands busy under the table.
"Oh, I don't know," Cyndi tittered nervously, "Marilyn is always getting strange ideas."
"Now really, silly girl. You must have noticed her, Tom, admiring you? I must say I find you quite attractive myself." She glanced down at her hands in his lap. "Quite attractive, indeed. Well, she promised that if I could persuade you to join us that the three of us could spend a delightful evening enjoying each other up in our suite. It has a rather large lovely bed and we don't want to squander it."
As Marilyn spoke Cyndi looked down and saw what the British beauty was doing with her hands. She had opened the fly and her hand was inside his slacks and wrapped around his cock. Her hand was running up and down the shaft.
Marilyn caught Cyndi's startled look. "Well, it is the Pump Room after all," she cooed. With that she pulled the cock all the way out and waved it at Cyndi. Although the tablecloth hid their laps from view it was obvious to all in the room from the satisfied look on Tom that something was going on.
"He seems about ready to burst. Are you ready, Tom darling? There's a good boy. Cyndi, be a dear and finish him off. It will be the first step towards the new you."
