Chapter 17
** Sunday afternoon **
After re-discovering the deck I've had all along on the roof of my warehouse/studio/house; and also discovering that screwing your best girl from behind while she waves at passing passenger jets is kind of a turn on; it was turning out to be a pretty good day.
Despite a bout with a 24 hour bug, I was just about 100% and I was ready to get back to the business of photography. We had two cars set up to shoot. My favorite was a Dodge Charger, decked out in the Richard Petty race trim. I was going to shoot my girl Britt with the Dodge, dressing her in a pair of Daisy Dukes, some turquoise cowboy boots and a little bikini top and to top it all off, a western hat like the King wears.
The other car is a rather demonic looking Cadillac Hearse that was tricked out with some obscure flames and the like. There was no mistaking the original purpose for the vehicle, but it was now more of a hot rod than a utilitarian conveyance. Britt was really freaked out by the car and refused to even go near it, so it's a good thing the warehouse is so big. Kate however nearly creamed her panties just looking at it. The girl clearly showed her darker side and was ready to model with it, and more importantly, be fucked in it.
Anyway, Britt and I were at the kitchen island butchering an old pair of jeans she had, fashioning the hillbilly apparel. "Well, what do you think?" as she pulled them on for the first fitting.
'What do I think?' I asked myself, watching this bit of blonde perfection wearing nothing but a scrap of denim, doing slow turns in front of me. "I think I'm about the luckiest guy around," I said as I stopped her turn so her beautiful butt was facing me. I slipped my fingers into a couple belt loops and gave a little upward tug until just the right amount of ass cheeks were peeking out. A wedgie clearly has a different effect on a woman than it has on a man and she let out an excited little squeak.
"Unnhh.." she moaned, disappointed, as I pulled the shorts back down onto her hips and then rolled the hem up; "I think we need to take a couple more inches off, at least here in the back," I said as I ran my fingers where her butt rose gracefully from the back of her thighs. She purred appreciatively, as I pulled the shorts down and gave each cheek a big kiss.
She attacked the shorts with scissors once more; "Ya know, if I trim off much more, I won't be wearing anything but the waist band," she laughed. With a last couple of snips, she had it done and held them up for me to see.
"Yeah, you're right, there's not much left. How about we try on the whole outfit?" I suggested.
'Okey dokey," she answered. "Let me go get a string top. What color do you think?"
"You have a dark or a royal blue, right?"
"Yep; be back in a flash," as she skipped naked into the bedroom.
I hadn't heard the warehouse door open, so I was surprised when Gina and Kate came through the front door. "Hi lover," they exclaimed as they dropped their purses and came over to give me a hug and a kiss. Kate's was once again extra generous while Gina's hand strayed to my crotch, reminding me of her 'threat' to get even with me.
"So, doing a little sewing," Gina inquired, nodding toward the scrap pant legs on the counter.
About then, Britt entered the room, and we were all struck stupid. My blonde bombshell stopped and turned, showing off her outfit. Finally Kate managed to utter, "Holy shit babe, you are fuckin' hot!"
"Oh yeah..." Gina agreed, running her eyes up and down her best friend's body. Her hand was back in my lap, her fingers wrapped around my awakened appendage; "George likes it too," she giggled, drawing the other's attention to my captured cock.
Britt smiled and did an exaggerated strut toward us, her hips swaying and her breasts bouncing in the tiny top. The boot's hid her shapely calves, but they accentuated her taut thighs and the hat brim led you right into her hypnotic gaze. She stopped a couple feet in front of us, me on a barstool with Kate and Gina on either side. Turning once more, Britt placed her hands on her hips and bent forward slightly. Her ass cheeks peeking out a bit more and her girlfriends each gave her an appreciative caress.
With a couple hip gyrations, she stood back straight and turned again, cocking her hip and pulling down the brim of the hat to hide her eyes, she asked, "So you think this will work?"
"I think that should be your official office apparel," I answered.
"Yeah," said Gina, her hand still wrapped around my cock; "and just imagine what casual Friday's would look like."
Britt took the two additional steps it took to put her between my knees. She pushed her hat back and we shared an awkward kiss. "I think it's the perfect outfit for the car, and I'll wear this for you anytime you want, but right now, I'm starved, so how 'bout some dinner?"
"That sounds like a plan," I answered, stiff dick and all; "and I'm looking forward to a real meal."
"Well, we're glad you're feeling better baby," Britt replied, "So, Gina, let go of his cock and you girls go get changed and cleaned up, I'll change out of this outfit, and baby, you go get creative in the kitchen."
"Yes mam," we responded in kind, and went about our assigned tasks, laughing as Britt chased the girls into the bedroom.
I threw together some spaghetti with Italian sausage and a green salad. The girls changed into what had become their standard 'lounging about the house' outfits which consisted of some sort of pull-over shirt, usually one of mine and a pair of panties, or not. We gathered around the island and the topic that was at the top of everyone's mind, but no one was sure how to bring it up, was where things stood with Kate and John, the owner of the swimsuit shop that Kate and Gina worked at.