Robin opened the text message and read it.
"Meet me at Cherry Blossom's at nine o'clock. Wear something hot, Bitch! And don't forget your jewelry! N"
Feeling a thrill run through her body, she knew tonight was going to be special. N had promised her a treat for her birthday, and she could hardly wait to see what was in store. Long ago, voluptuous, sexy, beautiful Robin Meade, HLN's morning star, had discovered her taste for women; especially dominant women who made her perform all kinds of hot, kinky sex. Without fail, she and her lover achieved mutual pleasure, often enjoying multiple orgasms. Occasionally, she would take the lead and this led to mind-blowing climaxes that often left her almost catatonic.
Undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women on television, Robin's small stature contained one of the sexiest, most sensuous bodies on earth. At 5'3" she was short, but her 34C breasts and killer ass made her unbelievably desirable. Any one of the male staff at HLN would pay to fuck her. She seemed to ooze sexiness and each day brought new opportunities for the male staff to fantasize about just what she could do for a man.
Robin's lover was Natasha Curry, also a news anchor at HLN, and just as sensuous in her own right. Her trim body was accentuated by breasts that were almost, but not quite out of proportion with her petite frame. Always dressed fashionably, Natasha managed to push the station's dress code by wearing low-cut tops with push-up bras, or sometimes no bra at all. Her nipples were perpetually hard and only added to her allure.
Natasha and Robin shared an apartment, but their schedules left little time for each other, so when they did get together, it was always hot. Natasha had slipped into the dominant role easily, and soon discovered that Robin was a submissive, wanton bitch, willing to do anything in the pursuit of pleasure. They had enjoyed sex in public, bondage, multiple women partners-anything Natasha's devious mind could conjure up, and Robin was always a willing partner. Tonight was to be even hotter than ever.
Sitting in a darkened corner of the club, Natasha saw Robin when she came in and was very pleased that her fuck buddy had followed her instructions. A red, sequin-covered halter style dress covered part of her luscious, curvy body. The top barely covered her nipples, coming together below her navel. The skirt was no more than four inches wide, basically leaving her lower body visible in any position except standing. At first glance, it appeared that the top was held together by a gold chain. The chain actually connected two nipple clamps that were attached to her large nipples, giving them even more prominence and drawing attention to her breasts. That was the "jewelry" Natasha had referred to earlier.
Waving the birthday girl over, Natasha stood and revealed he attire for the evening's festivities. A sparkling white, skin-tight top showed off her prominent chocolate-colored nipples and areola, while her caramel-colored skirt revealed almost all of her thighs, with a curved hem exposing most of her outer thighs. In fact, when she turned to the side, the curve of her lower ass was visible. The skirt matched her skin tone so well, that, at first, Robin thought she was nude from the waist down.
When they embraced, anyone looking on could tell this was not a meeting between friends. Their lips met savagely, their hands roamed each other's body, and they closed out the rest of the world until they satisfied the first passage of lust. When they finally broke their torrid kiss and sat down in the booth, they made sure to remain in contact, thigh-to-thigh, hip-to-hip, and shoulders rubbing each other. It was as if the heat generated by contact was the fuel for their passion.
Complimenting Robin on her dress, Natasha said, "Looks like you followed my directions pretty well. I can almost see your tasty nipples. Do you like the clamps?"
"Oh, fuck yes!" replied Robin. "It's like your teeth are biting them all the time. Let me have your hand."
She took Natasha's left hand and slid it up her thigh, then pushing her lover's fingers into her dripping cunt. "See what they do to me? I'm so wet, you could put your entire hand up my pussy. You are such a slut! You know how sensitive my nipples are. I think you want to watch me come while I'm walking down the street."
"Now that's an idea!" said Natasha slyly. "But I have bigger plans for you tonight. You know this place offers 'special service' to regular customers, right?"
"Yeah, kinda. Are we going to receive 'special service'?" asked Robin, feeling herself getting even wetter in anticipation.
"Oh, yes. We're going to sample Cherry Blossom's 'Birthday Special' for lovers," answered Natasha, reaching inside Robin's halter and cupping her firm breast. "We have a few minutes til our 'appointment.' Would you like a drink?"
"Sure, why not? It's my birthday!"
Their server was very appreciative of the beauty and sexiness of the two, and complimented them on both. When they told him they were waiting for the "Birthday Special", he broke into a wide grin and said, "Damn, I'd pay to see that!"
When they had finished their drinks, a beeper alerted Natasha that it was time for their appointment. They left the bar and headed to the elevators.
"You trust me, don't you?" Natasha asked as the doors closed.
"Of course. Why?" asked Robin.
"Well there's a real live man included in the special. He's ours to do with as we wish. If we don't want or need him, he can leave," explained Natasha, as the elevator stopped.
"Well, I haven't fucked a man since we got together. I guess I'm up for a little diversion," said Robin, as they stepped out of the elevator into a penthouse suite, complete with every sensual accessory imaginable. Phallic-shaped sculptures and tastefully nude artwork adorned the walls and furniture. Obviously, this was a sex playground, complete with subdued lighting, floor cushions, and a huge bed.
Standing near the foot of the bed was an attractive couple, attired in togas, and smiling radiantly. These were truly beautiful people, on par with Natasha and Robin. The man was about six feet tall, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a trim, sculpted body that caused Robin's heart to skip a beat. His toga was short, and she could swear that she saw the head of his dick hanging below the hem.
The girl was equally attractive. She looked to be about five feet tall, with pixie-like features that were absolutely gorgeous. Her blond hair was cut stylishly short, her breasts strained the fabric of her toga; her hard nipples obvious to anyone who looked below her face. The toga did very little to hide her charms, its length barely covering her clean-shaved mound.
