Thank you for taking the time to read this story.
Also, an enormous thanks to Claire for all of the editing assistance.
Just an FYI. This started with a premise and a dog. The turn it took in chapter two surprised me as much as it irritated some. I simply wrote what passed by as the "movie" played. There have been complaints about the flashback scenes, noted, but I guess I like to know why people act and feel like they do.
This is actually the fist half of the chapter. I didn't want to kill the site admins by dumping all of it at one time. The second part should be posted in a few days.
Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be left through my profile.
Thanks again, TNC
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Mark woke up when Vanessa ran her finger across his cheek, smiling as she saw his eyes playing across her body, the thin robe untied. She could feel them caressing her as surely as if he was using his fingers. Her nipples hardened as he looked at them and watched as his eyes widened as he saw what she had done. She knew he could see the way her pussy was swollen and wet, she had shaved it smooth and couldn't wait to play, later.
"Not now baby, we need to get moving or we'll miss our reservation at Brad's. I promise you can have me later," Vanessa purred as she stepped out of range of his fingers. "The bathroom is empty so get moving; you promised us a night out."
Mark had just finished going over the plans for the evening with the head of the security detail when he heard two sets of heels clicking as Vanessa and Amy came into the room.
"Holy shit," he heard himself say and clapped a hand over his mouth before more could follow.
Vanessa wore a deep blue dress with halter fastener. The front had a keyhole slit that plunged into her cleavage, the diamond sparkling as it sat in the valley between her breasts. The back was scooped low and exposed her low back as it started at the subtle curve on the top of her ass and the hem hit her mid-thigh with a slit that came up to mini-skirt territory. The matching three inch heels tied it all together.
Tearing his eyes away, he turned to Amy and was thankful his hand was still in place. She wore a black strapless dress, the back stopping above where Vanessa's did, but the front was much different. It was made to cover her nipples and the lower half of her breasts, while pressing them up for his viewing pleasure. The bottom of the dress ended just about where Vanessa's slit did, her tanned legs displayed. The heels somehow managed to enhance the perfection that was her ass.
The finishing touch was the jewelry they wore. The stones and bands he had given the ladies earlier adding an elegant simplicity to their beauty.
He sat in the chair stunned as both of the women spun in place, displaying themselves for his eyes. Mark felt like he was an anchor that kept the two beautiful angels earthbound. A glimpse of the thought must have passed behind his eyes as he saw an answering look from both women. If there was someone that knew him, it was them.
"Just stop Mark, we love you and that's enough for us, even if you do look like Quasimodo having a bad hair day," Vanessa tapping into a running joke.
"But boy do we like to hump, I mean your hump," Amy giggled.
"Quasi has his standards too, you know," Mark sniffed, "but I suppose you two homely looking things will do in a pinch."
All three had settled back into the friendly confines of their personal world. The three friend's lives were so intermingled that it was hard to tell where one puzzle started or stopped.
As they walked out the door, both ladies stopped and looked at Mark. Waiting at the door was the big Lincoln Jack had given him the keys to earlier. The car held a few surprises; the first was the armor plating and the bullet proof glass, the second was the run flat tires, and the third was a box of goodies in the trunk. Jack had meant what he said about keeping his "family" safe, and he had called in a few favors.
The box held enough weapons to outfit the group a couple of times each. The ladies each got a small frame 9mm for their purses, their familiarity developed after years on the gun range evident. Mark took the slightly larger 10mm and slid it into a shoulder holster, the .45 went in a holster at his hip. There were still two long guns and a shotgun for use in the house.
When he passed out the pistols, Mark was pleased that Vanessa and Amy both accepted the situation for what it was, not what they wished it could be.
Once the hardware was stowed, Mark held the front door for the ladies, Vanessa sliding in to sit in the middle, and Amy slipping in next to her. Just before he closed the door, Mark leaned down, gave Amy a soft kiss, and kissed Vanessa when he slid behind the wheel.
Pulling out of the driveway, Mark saw the dark Ford slip out and settle in behind them, two large men inside. "Don't give anyone the keys, have the security guys take them," Jack had said.
They were going to see a couple of business partners of the Thompson's tonight. Mark had been a silent partner with Brad since he was nineteen. The big man had taken Mark in as family, and didn't let Tanya breaking it off affect his decision. If the truth were told, it probably helped make up his mind; Mark treated Tanya better than anyone ever had, and they managed to stay friends after the "breakup".
Once the big car was eating up the miles in front of them, Mark set the cruise control. Sliding his arm around Vanessa, he held Amy's hand as he pressed his leg against the bare thigh of his wife. Sighing, he thought that he could get used to traveling like this, as Vanessa settled in beside him and looked at her rings with a contented sigh of her own.
Mark was just swinging the big car onto the driveway and noticed that something was wrong. None of the valets were ones he recognized, and the two that were there were uncomfortable and looking expectantly at the entrance of the parking lot.
Operating by instinct, Mark flipped the phone to Amy and pulled the girls down. Mark accelerated past the entrance. "Speed dial 2 baby."
