I read somewhere that strippers are notoriously unreliable and Angela had told me that she made a point of always turning up on time for her performance at the strip clubs she had worked at when she was younger because that impressed the management
But if strippers were unreliable and often late, hookers tended to be the exact opposite ... at least Angela's girls were ... and Angela liked to lead by example. That's why I knocked on the door of Bella's house at precisely 8pm.
From the outside the house looked impressive. It was a single storey residence that seemed to flow over and through several small ripples in the ground. A double garage sat on one side of the house and the garage door had been left open revealing a Porsche SUV and a top-of-the-range Toyota Landcruiser parked inside.
A Tesla S and a Jaguar F Type sat on the grass near the front door so Angela's Audi didn't look out of place at all. All those expensive cars ... these guys had money and obviously weren't afraid to spend it on pleasure.
The door was opened quite promptly ... and the woman who opened it was an absolute stunner. She had a mane of black hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back ... way down her back.
She had dark eyes that sparkled and flashed in the light, a fine nose and broad, expressive mouth that seemed to spend a lot of time smiling. She was at least a big DD and those weighty boobs were threatening to spill out of her top.
She was well-muscled without looking mannish and her arms were long without being so long that her knuckles dragged on the ground and I got a nasty mental image of her wrapping those arms around my throat. Her belly was flat and toned and her arse was cute without being too big.
Her hips were wide and inviting while her thighs were not thin but not too thick either and I made a mental note to avoid being caught in them. Her legs where shapely and long and I estimated that Bella stood at least 5'11".
She was wearing what looked like a man's business shirt with only three of the middle buttons actually done up and that meant that I was looking at some magnificent cleavage.
"Hi, I'm Steve Barrington," I said as I desperately tried to drag my eyes up from where they were hopelessly lost in her cleavage. I offered her my hand but she brushed it aside and kissed me full on the lips
"Hello, I'm Bella Adamson," she murmured as I tried to decipher her kiss. It was more than just a touch of lips and less than a wildly passionate assault on my mouth. It was restrained but I felt her tongue on my lips and her cheeky smile left me hoping that she was the one I would be fighting.
I introduced her to Angela and Dee and they hugged and air-kissed, "Looks like you're ready to rumble Bella."
Bella laughed and quickly undid the three buttons and opened the shirt wide to reveal a bikini that was too small everywhere. On top it just covered her nipples and left everything else bare while below it was a G-string that covered her pussy but little else.
Bella glanced at the girls as she opened her shirt but she spent more time looking at me and she smiled when I nodded to show my appreciation. And when the show was over Bella made no attempt to do up any of the buttons.
"Come through and meet the others ... we are all looking forward to some fun with you tonight" We followed her through the house till we came to the living room. Two couples and one guy sat on three sofas that were spread around the room and it was easy to tell that they were all of a similar age.
Bella first introduced us to Eamon, her husband, his smile was friendly and his handshake was firm. He smiled at me and became a little nervous when the girls wanted to hug him. I watched Bella while that was happening and she seemed totally comfortable with it.
Eamon looked fit and healthy and his deep tan suggested that he spent a lot of time outdoors.
Craig and Paula Argyle looked a little nervous and Paula giggled when I took her hand and give it a little squeeze as I was introduced to her. She was 5' 4" and perhaps a little plump but her boobs were big ... a large C cup .... and the dress she was wearing was low on the top and short on the bottom with plenty of plunging neckline that naturally attracted my eyes to the firm breasts that were partially revealed.
Craig was definitely not an outdoors person. In a country where tans are the order of the day, Craig was pale. He was also a little thin and I wondered how long he would last with one of the girls if he was going to fight.
And the third couple was Heather and Bruce Marchant. It would have been hard to miss Heather in a crowd, her long red hair hung almost to her waist. She looked super fit and she obviously worked out regularly. She was around 5'10" and she had real tone to her body.
Her short dress clung to her like a glove and that accentuated her D cup breasts that were just begging to be played with ... and her nipples became hard little nuts pressing against the fabric of her dress when she was introduced to me.
She was confident enough to kiss me and press her body against me when we were introduced. I squeezed her arse and was surprised at how tight it was ... and I also noticed that her husband didn't seem to mind that I was already taking liberties with his wife.
And Heather didn't seem to mind when her husband made sure he got a good full-frontal hug from Dee and Angela ... and the girls didn't seem to mind either. From the way both of them moved their hips while they were hugging Bruce I got the impression that they had found something hard to rub against.
Once the introductions were made Bella invited us to sit down and that led to some interesting seating arrangements. Dee went straight over to the couch that Eamon was sitting on and sat down beside him.
Angela went and sat on the couch with Heather and Bruce so that he was flanked by her and his wife. That left a single lounge chair and Bella directed me to that and then sat on my lap.
"I hope you don't mind," she said softly, "but you and I are going to get very close and personal a little later so why not start now?"
A week before that night I would have had a fit if a strange woman had suddenly sat on my lap. I would have been embarrassed and desperate to get her to move somewhere else but a lot had happened in that week and I had changed forever.
"Will Eamon mind?" I asked her.
"Will I mind?" I looked up and he was standing over me with a tray of drinks in his hand, "Steve, I was the one who encouraged Bella to try and make contact with you guys after we saw you at Fight Night the other night.
"Hell, we saw how Angela got fucked when she lost her fight and we expect that you will want to do the same to Bella when you beat her in a few minutes and we're all looking forward to watching that ... so why should I mind her sitting on your lap getting her pussy warmed up?"
"Here, have a drink." There were glasses of wine, some cans of beer and even some bottled water. I waited while Bella took a glass of white wine and then chose the bottled water. Eamon looked surprised at my choice but he grinned at his wife, bent over and stole a kiss an then moved on to Angela and the Marchants.
I put my hand on her thigh and she spread her legs a little. Of course I let my fingers gently move up the inside of her thigh. Her shirt was covering her breast nearest me but I could see the other one and her nipple was so hard that I could see it pushing against the tiny triangle of material that was covering it.
