Richard found me propping up the bar in my local, which I must admit is unusual for me, but then life just recently had been unusual. I'd split from my wife a few months earlier and that had just been the first crappy thing in a series. My marriage, or rather the end of it, had affected my work so badly that my sales target hadn't been met and now the company had decided they could do without me. Not only that but my car had been sideswiped by an uninsured driver and was off the road, and now my pet chinchilla had died. That last may sound unimportant, but it was just the last fucking straw and I was drowning my sorrows, thoroughly pissed off with the world.
'You're not going to bring me grief as well are you?' I asked him morosely when he told me that he'd been looking for me.
'Des. Now when would I ever do that?' He grinned and ordered me another drink.
Richard is one of those people who ducks and dives for a living, dealing in whatever he can lay his hands on, always up to something that will make him a little cash, mostly staying on the right side of the law but sometimes straying just a little bit over the border. I've learned to be careful around Richard; he's pulled a fast one on me before. Even so, I couldn't help but like the guy and his straightforwardly crooked approach to life.
'It's been known.' I told him. 'What brilliant, can't fail, money making scheme are you trying to get me involved in this time?'
'None.' His face looked innocently offended. 'But I need a favour, and it'll help you out at the same time.'
'This should be interesting.' I turned to face him. 'Go on.'
'You're on your own, yes?'
'Yes.'
'So you're not getting any, are you?'
'Getting any what?' I had a good idea what he meant as I'd been complaining about a non existent sex life the last time I'd seen him, but I wasn't going to make it easy for him.
'You know what I'm on about.' He frowned. 'Sex. You know, the thing you said you ain't getting.'
'All right, what about it?'
'Well I've got this problem.' His face brightened when he saw my interest perk up. 'I've got a date lined up between these two women and me and a mate of mine. But Josh has broken his arm and so he's had to pull out, and so I thought you might like to take his place. They're in town while their husband's attend some conference or other and they're up for a bit off the locals.'
'So basically you want me to join you on a blind date? Is that it?'
'Yeah, but it's a guaranteed shag. An absolutely cast iron guaranteed shag.'
'So what are they like?' I was interested in spite of myself, or at least my cock was.
'Well.' He hesitated a bit. 'They're a bit older than us, but rich and sophisticated and elegant and gorgeous, and gagging for it.'
'How older?'
Well..., knocking on close to forty, maybe.'
That was quite a bit older, especially if I allowed for his usual bending of the truth. I'd only just crept past my twenty-fifth birthday and Richard was maybe a year or two ahead of me.
'But they're stunning lookers.'
'They'd need to be.' I hesitated, and then made my decision. 'No mate, sorry. I'm skint. I can't afford it.'
'But otherwise you'd be interested?'
'Well yes. You're right when you say I'm not getting any, so if I could afford it I'd be there.'
'Then you're in, 'cos it won't cost you a bean. I'm hoping to get a bit of business from their husbands and so it'll be on me, sort of business expenses, you know?'
I should have smelled a rat about then, but it all sounded plausible enough and so I agreed. We arranged when and where we would meet with our dates and he bought me another drink, slapped me on the back a couple of times and went his merry way.
So a few days later I was sat in the lounge of a top local hotel with him, wearing my best suit and waiting for the two ladies to make an appearance. We didn't have long to wait, because even before the waiter had bought our first drinks they came threading their way towards us. I took one look and made a bet with myself as to which one would be my date.
They were both expensively dressed and the jewellery that glittered around their necks and fingers would have solved all my financial woes in one go and then some. They were also both brunettes, and Richard was nearly right when he said they were both close to forty, although it was actually close from the other side, but there the similarity ended.
One was built like an hourglass, with a breasts and legs to die for, a cloud of jet black wavy hair and a smile that lit up the room. She wore expensive designer clothes with an air of casual confidence as if she were born in them, showing both cleavage and thigh with not a hint of mutton.
The other looked too thin to be just slim and wore her mousy brown hair short and straight. It was impossible to know what sort of figure she had, except to say that it wouldn't be an hourglass, both because she was pretty much straight up and down and because she was the kind of woman who made even the most expensive couture look like Amish cast-offs. It wouldn't have been so bad if she smiled, but she just looked out of place and nervous, although I was sure she must have dined in far swankier places than our local four star.
We both stood as the ladies approached and Richard introduced me. And I was right about the pairing. He sat Judith, the mousy one, next to me and ushered Rosalyn, her more glamorous companion, into the seat beside him. I was already beginning to regret the evening. But I kept telling myself it was a free meal and I wasn't forced to fuck anyone afterwards, and in my parlous state a meal was not to be passed up lightly.
