Alice and I tour the Kansas City Harley factory, completing the set. It has its usual effect on Alice and we spend the afternoon pleasuring each other. She wears me out. We both share a laugh when I turn my cell phone on and I have a message from Tom practically begging to come over to party with Alice and the two girls last night.
At 4:30, Mary calls and asks if we have any plans for the night. She and Marcy have made a big sale and want to celebrate. Dinner will be on them.
We agree and tell them not to pick any place too fancy, as our wardrobe is limited. They say not to worry, casual will be fine. She giggles and says we won't be in our clothes that much anyway. I hear Marcy laughing in the background.
I dress in khakis and a polo shirt. It is my nicest outfit. I have a travel sport coat if needed, but it is a little wrinkled. Alice dresses in a leather skirt and a leather halter-top. She wears black high-heeled pumps. She looks quite hot.
I walk up behind her while she fixes her hair in the bathroom. I run my hands up her legs and are disappointed to feel panties. She sees the look in the mirror and breaks out laughing.
"Don't worry babe."
She turns around, spread her legs, and lifts up the front of the skirt. She is wearing black crotchless panties. The lacy material nicely frames her pussy lips. She pulls her legs together. The material comes together and hides them.
"This skirt is a little too short to go commando, babe."
"I like those panties. Maybe now I won't have so many guys to fight off."
She laughs and goes back to fixing her hair. I pull out my laptop and log into my email. There is one from my broker advising me to move some of my investments. I look at what he recommends, do some research, and make the trades he recommends.
The next email is from my architect. He sent me some pictures of the progress on my house. I notice some damage to the landscape in one of the pictures and make a note to tell him to tighten up on the general contractor. Ground scarring at that altitude won't repair easily.
The house is coming along well. He wants me to show up in a week or two to go over some changes mandated by the Taos County building inspector. I look at my calendar and reply that I'll be there in a week or less.
Alice comes out of the bath and says, "Hey, I didn't know you had a laptop. Where did you have that hidden? Oh look, it's so small and cute."
She reaches over for her camera and cables and says, "When you're done with email, I want to upload my pictures from last night."
I show her the pictures from my architect and she is very impressed. I walk her through a 3-D rendering I have of the plans. When she leans over me to scroll through the plan, I reach my hand up between her legs. She purrs and spread her legs.
She is steamy moist when I run my fingers over her pussy lips. I spread them slightly and my finger dips into her wetness. She initially pushes down on my hand then lifts away from me.
"Sorry lover, that feels so good, but if you keep that up I'll have to change my undies. I don't have any more like these."
There is a knock at the door and Alice answers it. She opens the door and Mary and Marcy come in. Marcy is wearing a black velvet mini-dress with a silver brooch holding the bra top together. Mary has on a sheer, low-cut, black mini-dress. Hers is so sheer her black thong panties and underwire bra show through. I am in trouble if we go to the wrong place for dinner.
Marcy and Mary kiss Alice and then me. Mary slips her tongue between my lips. Marcy grabs my crotch. I ask them to give us a minute to finish up with the computer.
I finish my emails and hand it over to Alice. She has the pictures uploaded in a minute and puts her camera away. She slips a small snapshot cam into her purse and we are ready to go.
We walk out through the lobby to the Porte Cochere where a limousine waits. Several men gawk. One man falls over a baggage cart. I usher them into the limo before someone really gets hurt.
We climb in and off we go. Mary and Alice sit behind the driver facing backwards. Marcy and I are in the back. Before we turn the corner, Marcy has my zipper down and my cock out. She goes down on me in a flash. I reach over, lift up her panty waistband, and run my hand down the crack of her ass. She shivers as my finger finds her anus. Alice and Mary look on and smile. Their hands run up and down each other's thigh.
She licks her lips and says, "I guess I'd better stop or we'll have to drive around the block several times. We're here."
That breaks the mood. She undoes my belt and pants to put my now erect cock back into my pants. I put everything in its place and zip up.
We are in front of the Plaza III Steakhouse. The sign says best steakhouse in Kansas City. We walk in and the receptionist seats us right away. We are taken to a table near the center of the main salon. All eyes are on us as I hold the chair for all three ladies in turn. Several wives slap their husbands. One girlfriend beats a hasty and teary path to the bathroom.
The waiter comes and we order steaks all around. Mary orders a nice bottle of wine. The Sommelier brings the wine out and offers the partial glass to me to taste. I point to Mary. He hands it to her with his apology. She graciously tastes it and nods to him. He fills all of our glasses. I taste it and order a second bottle.
We make light conversation until our salads arrive. The steaks are thick and juicy. The wine is excellent and sets the mood for the rest of the night.
The ladies settle up and we get back in the limo. Mary sits with me this time. Marcy crawls between Alice's legs. This places her ass right in front of me. I reach forward and lift her dress. Marcy is now commando. I run my finger around her anus and watch her shiver.
Mary pulls me back in the seat and comes up on my lap facing me. She pulls her right breast out of her bra and sticks it in my mouth. I suck her nipple and reach under her skirt to pull her thong aside. My finger finds her moist lips and I push inside. She gasps, groans, and pushes her breast against my mouth harder.
We pull into a parking lot and the ladies straighten their outfits out. They are all back together by the time the chauffeur opens the door. I crawl out behind them and realize we were in front of a gentleman's club. Mary walks up to speak to the bouncer and we are ushered in.
I haven't been in a strip club since the Army and this is nothing like I've experienced before. Four side stages and a main stage are arrayed around the ground floor. Beautiful young women in all stages of dress and undress are giving lap dances to the patrons. An upper level with a mirrored railing overlooks the main floor
A hostess comes over and leads us to the upper level. Her long skirt is practically transparent as she walks in front of the stage lights. We are directed to a circular booth with a small table in front of it. I sit between Mary and Marcy. Alice sits next to Mary. The mirrored railing is a one-way mirror. Those below can not see up, but we can see down.
A waitress in an open-front bra and a maid's apron comes to take our order. Mary orders two bottles of white wine. When she brings the wine she makes a point of bending over right in front of me as she opens it and pours the glasses. She wears a G-string behind the apron and not much is left to my imagination. She smiles and looks back at me.
Marcy shoos her out and we clink glasses. The DJ announces the next dancer and we sit back for the show. The lights dim and fake silk flames come up from the stage
Marie Laveaux by Bobby Bare starts playing. An olive-skinned woman in a white gauzy dress jumps over the flames and lands in a split in the middle of the stage. She dances through the song and does a striptease revealing a very hard body. Her breasts stand firm and proud from her chest. They never wiggle as she dances around. Mary and Marcy lean into me and proclaim them as fake. The music fades and the lights changed to blue. Smoke or fog covers the stage.
Witchy woman by the Eagles starts playing. The dancer brings out a stand with a bowl. She lights the bowl and a blue flame leaps up. She pulls a small flaming torch from the bowl. She rolls the torch up her leg and flames licks up her thigh. All three ladies exclaim, "Wow!"
At the line in the song that says, sparks fly from her fingertips, she dips her hand into the bowl and flicks a blue flame across the stage. The crowd goes wild. She swallows one flaming torch and uses the other to lick flame across other parts of her body. It is one of the sexiest dances I've ever seen.
The music ends and the crowd erupts in applause. Marcy leans over and tells me she is so wet from watching that dance. She spreads her legs for me to confirm. I look around and realize that the booth is constructed in such a way that it is shielded from the view of other patrons. I run my hand up her thigh and my fingers into her pussy lips. She lays back and closes her eyes.
"God, that feels so good. Push inside, please."
I push my finger inside her and she lets out a sharp gasp. She is quite wet. I push two fingers inside. She leans over onto my shoulder and bites me as she lets out a muffled sob. She collapses against me. I pull out my fingers and lick them clean.
"Oh wow! I don't normally cum that quickly. That was one sexy dance. Thank you."
She leans up and kisses me firm on the mouth. Her tongue dashes in and out of my mouth. Her hand is straying down to my lap when a woman walks into the booth.
We look up and see a very hot young woman in a red bra, panties, and high heels.
She looks at me and says, "Would you like a lap dance or are you doing alright on your own?"
Mary looks over at me with a look of devilment in her eyes. She pulls two fifties out of her purse and calls the woman over. She leans up and whispers in her ear. The young woman smiles, looks over at me, and nods her head. She takes the fifties and comes over in front of me.
