Julie woke up in her hotel room to the alarm buzzing at 7:30am. Remembering the night before, getting fucked three times by three different guys, her nipples begin to harden and she feels a tingling in her sex. Then, suddenly, Fred's irate phone call startles her back to reality.
Formulating a plan, she calls Fred.
She's greeted with "What the hell do you want?!? You whore!" from Fred.
"Fred listen!" Julie pleads.
"Someone must have but something in my drink. One minute I was having a drink with my dinner at the hotel bar, the next think I know, it's the next morning and I'm in my room. There's a message from you calling me names! What's going on?"
Fred goes ballistic, yelling "What's going on??? You're having sex with some big black guy, and you ask me what's going on??"
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Julie responds.
Fred doesn't answer, instead Julie gets a text from him. She looks at it and sees a pornographic image of her riding Enrique.
"Shit!" she thinks. "Those bastards took pics!"
To Fred, she says.
"I must have been drugged! I would never do that!", mustering up some sobs.
"Ok, ok, I believe you!" says a gullible Fred.
"You should call the local police. Tell them what happened."
Relieved that he's bought her story, Julie tells Fred,
"I couldn't. It would be too embarrassing. I'll just be very careful and not go anywhere without one of my colleagues."
They chat for a few minutes more, Fred promising to come home for a weekend soon, then disconnect.
"I can't believe he believes that bull shit!" thinks a relieved Julie.
Down in the restaurant, David was telling Richard about this MILF that he had scored with the night before.
"When the rest of you went downtown after the dinner, I figured I would get a quick drink and call it a night. I'm sitting at the bar, watching tv, when this 40-something MILF sits down a couple of bar stools from me. Fucking awesome! Red hair, green eyes. Her skirt was half way up her great thighs. She struck up a conversation with me. She's a sales rep for contractor. Down here alone. Hubby didn't want to take off from work. Etc., etc., etc. Long story short, we went up to her room and the bitch wore me out! Cock sucking, tit fucking, anal, you name it! She's having dinner with us tonight. Tell Julie she has to have dinner with us too. Who knows, might turn into a party!"
"Sounds like a plan." Richard answers.
As Julie joins them at the table, Richard asks her to have dinner with them. She knows she really has no choice so she smiles and accepts.
A full day conference follows, broken up only by a working lunch.
After relaxing in her room, Julie showers and dresses for dinner. Over her tiny panties, she opts for a sleeveless blouse and a short flowery skirt she'd purchased in San Juan. She leaves the top three buttons of the blouse, displaying just a hint of her tanned, bra-less young tits.
When she enters the restaurant, she sees that Richard and David are already there, as is an older, attractive woman, clad in a white dress that highlights her tan.
Richard stands and pulls the chair next to him for Julie.
Nodding toward the older woman, Richard says,
"Julie, this is Karen. Karen, meet Julie."
As the two exchange greetings, a waiter arrives with a bottle of champagne. The bottle quickly disappears and is replaced by two more as the two men keep the ladies' glasses full.
As the dinner progresses, so does Richard's hand up Julie's thigh.
Her inhibitions diminished by the alcohol and the experiences of the last few days, Julie opens her legs and reciprocates his attentions by rubbing his crotch.
By the time the check arrives, Richard has slipped two fingers into Julie's cunt and she is trying not to pant or worse, cum.
Unbeknownst to her, David and Karen are doing the same thing.
"Up to my suite for a nightcap?" Richard asks, or rather tells the group, leading Julie by the arm to the elevator, trailed by Karen and David.
When they arrive in Richard's spacious suite, he turns on some music and pops open the bottle of champagne that's chilling on the coffee table.
Swaying to the music, Julie asks first Richard then David to dance with her. They both shake their head no.
Karen goes to Julie, takes her hand and says seductively,
"I'll dance with you."
With Karen leading, the two dance at arm's length at first, then closer, until Julie's arms are around Karen's neck and Karen's hands are kneading Julie's ass. Feeling Julie respond, Karen kisses her deeply, tongue searching for Julie's.
Reaching between them, Karen opens the rest of the buttons on Julie's blouse and gently fondles her tits, rubbing the nipples with her thumb. Taking her hand from Julie's tit, lowers the strap of her dress and bra off her shoulder and pulls Julie's lips to her right nipple. A gasp escapes Karen's mouth as Julie suckles on her nipple. Holding Julie's head to her tit, Karen uses her other hand to remove the straps from her other shoulder and wriggles out of her dress, leaving her in her lowered bra and heels.
Having been more than content to sip their drinks and watch until then, the two men, as if on cue, decide to act.
