**Wednesday Morning**
I was a little disoriented waking up in the guest bedroom by myself but quickly remembered last night. My dick was hard; a combination of needing to take a leak and the memory of the blow job my three roommates gave me before I tucked them into my bed for the night. I stumbled into the bathroom Kate and Gina shared, flipped up the toilet seat and let loose. I glanced around while I drained the main vein and shook my head in wonder at all the different products and implements of beauty that cluttered the counter. Giving it the traditional three shakes, I flushed and put the seat down; yeah, I remembered, and tried to find something that resembled soap at the sink and washed my hands. I finally found a towel that wasn't piled on the floor and made my way out of no-man's land.
I swung through the kitchen on the way to my bedroom and took a couple swallows of orange juice right out of the carton (shhh...don't tell). No big surprise, the girls were still sacked out, spooned together, front to back with legs and arms intricately intertwined. The sheet was also wound in and around and I'd like to have hung around to see if they could release themselves from their bonds. I quietly got dressed, managed to find all three foreheads and gave them each a parting kiss.
**Mid-morning**
I'd swung through Mickey D's early and had a questionably nutritious breakfast and was doing my best to resist temptation as I drove by Susie's Donuts; I always get a craving for something sweet after a meal. The irritating jangle of the Bluetooth in my ear kept me on the straight and narrow.
"This is George," I answered.
"Good morning George," in three part harmony. Just like Charlie, my three angels were on speaker phone; my morning just got better.
"Good morning angels," I laughingly replied.
"Hi baby," Britt, my number one angel replied, the other two giggling in the background after they had done their part. "We thought we'd call you and thank you for last night."
"Well if I recall, I should be thanking you," I said, re-running the incredible sight of three beautiful women ravishing one-another and then giving me a three-on-one hummer I won't soon forget.
"Yeah, that was fun; you have a very popular cock, Mister," she laughed.
"Yeah, well what can I say; so what are you guys up to today?"
"Well, let's see," she hummed. "Kate will work on the photos she shot yesterday; weren't those great?"
"Yeah," I replied. "I think we could have a nice niche there if we present it right. I still can't get over how that one close-up looked like some kind of landscape. You could hang that anywhere, and if you didn't tell anyone what the subject matter was, they'd never guess."
"Yeah, I'm so proud of Kate; she was already talking this morning of definitely changing her major to art or graphic arts; something along those lines."
"That's right, don't classes start next week?" I asked.
"Yeah, we're all set. She'll just have to crash some classes. Professors are supposed to be on campus this week, so maybe I'll suggest that she check in with some of them and see what the odds are of her crashing some of them."
"That makes sense to me," I replied. "So are you and Gina gonna figure out the wardrobe for the truck and the Hudson?"
"I've been thinking about that already," she said with a little excitement in her voice. "You know how we talked about you and Gina doing the special calendar shots?" I could visualize her throwing the air quotes down on 'special'. "Well how about some really, really, really small cut-offs; you know; some that will show off her fabulous butt and we'll pair it with a string top. We can play around with the hard hat and maybe even a pair of work boots. Do you think that would be too much of a departure from just the bikini's and cars?"
"I see what you're saying, but girls wear shorts with bikini tops all the time. I don't think anyone would notice the bottoms being shorts, especially if I'm imagining what you described," I said.
"Okay, so we'll work with that," she said; "any ideas on the big car?"
"Well, I really did like the school girl outfit you wore."
"Yeah," she laughed, "I noticed. Since we've really done straight bathing suits up to know, I'm kind of thinking that the skirt is a real big change from the rest of what we've shot. I mean, there are some retro styles out there that kind of have a skirt on the bottoms, but I don't know..."
"Yeah, you're probably right," I admitted with a sigh; "but I sure like that little skirt."
"You dirty old man," she laughed. "Well I'm sure we could use it in our shoot. Oooo...too bad we don't have a chauffer's uniform for you. You could be the lecherous chauffer that takes advantage of his employer's little girl as he's taking her to her private school!"
"You are something," I laughed as I adjusted myself. "Between you and Kate, I think you guys have the makings for an adult movie company. You could be the writer and Kate could be the director."
"That could be fun," Britt replied in her Mae West persona. "What would Gina do?"
"Well," flashing on last night's events, "She could be your fluffer."
"What the hell is a fluffer?" she asked.
"Well, she'd be the one who gets the male talent ready for the next scene, if you catch my drift."
"Oh," she snickered; "I get it. I take it Gina's blow jobs are getting better."
"Oh, they've always been good, but hanging around with the master," implying Britt of course, "her skills have improved greatly."
"Yeah, well practice does make perfect and we all love practicing on you, lover. Anyway, we'll think about the Hornet some more and Gina will be more than happy to get in some more practice. I think she even has a pair of shorts we can use, but we may want to modify them a bit, if you know what I mean."
"Alrighty then, I'll leave that up to you experts. I have plenty to do getting worked wrapped up here," referring to the construction work that has been my livelihood for many years. "I have a meeting with Mark this afternoon, so I may be running a little late. I'll try to let you know, okay."
"Sounds good babe; you have a good rest of the day and we'll try to behave here," she giggled.
"Alright," I laughed; "I love you babe."
"Love you more," she replied in that husky voice once more and the line went dead.
**Early Wednesday evening**
Well it had been an interesting afternoon indeed. I hit the couple jobs we still had going and went to the office to meet with Mark. He sounded anxious on the phone earlier, which made me nervous as a long-tailed cat in a rocking chair factory. I hate surprises, so my mind makes up all the possible scenarios I could possibly be facing, and none of them were good. I had myself convinced that Mark had changed his mind and wasn't retiring to a tropical paradise and I'd have to postpone my plans to be a full-time photographer; Britt would be crushed.
Instead, I'm whistling a happy tune, albeit out of key. I pulled up in front of the warehouse door and realized I didn't have my remote control with me. I called Britt's cell; "I told you not to call me on this phone," she said in a whisper; "I don't want my boyfriend catching us."