After a long, hard day of work in the law firm where he was made partner past autumn, Thomas enjoyed the prospect of having a cool beer on his apartment's balcony soon.
Whistling, he walked from the low rise office park, crossing the parking lot towards his car. It was a hot day, air wavering above the black asphalt, yellow weeds sprouting from cracks and potholes in the ground.
An old fence, the paint peeling off and covered in rust, separated the lot from the adjacent commerce buildings. Spotting his car broadened the grin on his face.
He just had purchased the red Audi convertible the previous year, after making partner with his firm. "What a great day!" he thought, humming as he walked.
The car complimented him perfectly: tall and handsome, gray hair, white at the hairline. His chin and jaw line pronounced, he was considered quite the catch among the single girls in his apartment building.
He tossed his document case and laptop on the Audi's backseat, jumped into the driver's seat without opening the door, slumped back, arm stretched out behind the passenger seat's headrest, resting for a moment. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the hot afternoon sun on his face, taking a deep breath.
A few spots over two women in a black SUV observed him as he walked from the office building over the parking lot. On the SUV's driver seat sat a busty blonde with large, dark sunglasses.
Her facial features were well defined and beautiful, her cheek bones naturally high, her lips soft, and her skin smooth like silk.
She wore make-up, pink shades above her eyes, red lipstick. She turned her head to face the woman next to her and said, with a voice used to exert authority, "This is him. Let's get a sample and verify the quality".
The black haired woman nodded briefly and opened the door. As she stepped onto the hot asphalt, her long, black hair fell loosely down her slim neck and distinctively pointed out her female elegance, and together with her deep, green eyes giving her a mythical, almost magical beauty.
The blonde had walked around the car and together they started walking over to Thomas' red Audi parked a few spots over.
He opened his eyes as a shadow fell over his face. "Can we get a ride?" the blonde hottie asked, bending over to show her impressive cleavage.
The black haired beauty next to her smiled and nodded "We'd love to go for a quick... ride", a teasing expression in her eyes, voice luscious.
She breathed the words more than she spoke them. Thomas could not find words for an answer. He risked a glance at each girl, careful for his gaze not to remain on the blonde's cleavage for too long.
He did not want to appear too desperate.
The women were dressed in expensive clothes, most certainly no hookers.
Although not versed in fashion he could tell the difference between an outfit bought at the Walmart around the corner or in a designer boutique in downtown New York.
His mind was racing, his mouth dry- was this a joke? The blonde was just hot- everything about her screamed Sex!
How she stood in next to the car, bent over inside, almost like to challenge him, her purse hanging cool down her shoulder, bouncing against the car door, her hair bound back into a pony tail, giving her a strict look that he liked so much.
Although leaving much to imagination, her light blue blouse fit snug around her breasts, almost too snug.
Her full breasts pressing and squeezing against the garment, almost as attempting to rip open the delicate fabric and then jump out in front of him, presenting themselves.
Her flat belly below was emphasized by the blouse, fitting tightly into the pair of jeans below that clearly outlined her swung hips and triangle pointing down towards the gap between her thighs.
The black haired girl was less of an obvious sex bomb but more like a delicate flower, an exotic beauty queen, a sex goddess. There was definitely some foreign influence in her facial features. Thomas couldn't say which.
Less aggressive, more delicate facial features, her clothes not as tight, she was beautiful in a natural way and she knew it. Her long hair fell down in loose waves, a dark screen against her neck and shoulders, head slightly tilted to the side, still the teasing smile, big, green eyes the color of a tropical lagoon, she was dressed in a creamy white skirt and green spaghetti top complementing her eyes, an unbuttoned yellow cardigan loosely covering her shoulders.
He decided to risk becoming the victim of a weird office hoax. The potential reward was simply too great.
Without saying word, of which his dry mouth and trembling lips would not have been capable anyway, he leaned over and opened the passenger door.
The blonde giggled happily and swung her incredible behind skillfully onto the passenger seat.
Behind him the black haired girl took a seat.
Thomas could smell their perfumes. Their female odor and close presence let his imagination run wild with pictures of what might come, made his knees go soft.
He cleared his throat and attempted a deep, masculine voice "Ladies, where do you want to go?" he squeaked.
Both girls giggled, the black haired girl breathed in his ear "No need to be nervous. We don't bite, normally".
Embarrassed he cleared his throat again, said "Thanks. Where do you want to go?" The blonde bit her lip softly, gave him a deep look that sent his pulse through the roof, said "How about your place?"
He nodded, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, into Boston's rush hour traffic.
"Maximum red, of course" he thought and cursed inwardly. The car had stopped at the fifth red light in a row.
Thomas was nervous, afraid the girls would change their minds, get out of the car.
Little did he know of their true intentions, the dark sect that had them under control, sent them to find him.
The blonde next to him opened her purse, took out some sort of lipstick and ran it over her red, full lips, upper first, then lower, finally pressing them together, smacking content at a glance in the mirror.
The lipstick had made her lips shiny and glossy.
Inevitably, Thomas had to imagine what they could do to his dick, how they would part slightly to allow his thick head into her mouth, lips sticky with lip gloss sliding around the tip of his dick, kissing and sucking. He shuddered.
The girl in the back leaned forward against the back of his seat, her arm extending towards the radio, brushing against his side, making him shiver, tremble almost visibly.
He was praying that they would not see the bulging lump between his legs. She turned up the volume slightly, whispering into his ear "Do you have some Rock'n'Roll music? I would do anything! for some Rock right now."
Her hand touched his thigh, sliding back to remain on his hip, making it unmistakably clear that that's exactly where she wanted it to be.