Author's Note: Dear reader, thank you for staying with the story so far and I hope you have enjoyed this tale of our fun loving sluts and their favorite studs. This is the penultimate chapter of this series and picks up the same day as the last chapter. All characters are over the age of legal consent. Enjoy!
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Wednesday. Downtown. 7:43pm.
"Damn it we're so fucking late!" Growled Wesley nervously. Reflexively, his hand squeezed Andrea's thigh as she sat next to him.
"Will you stop fidgeting? We're almost there!" She snapped at him, trying to calm him down.
"Stop what?" Wesley sighed, scatter-brained.
"I'm going as fast as I can -- sorry!" The cab driver declared, keen to calm the passenger's unsettled state. They had got off the interstate and were at a traffic light, about to enter the Downtown inner city limits.
Andrea gasped in frustration. She called out to the driver, reassuring him. "That's fine -- "thank you!" Before turning to Wesley. "Seriously. Relax."
Wesley shook his head, child-like. "We should have left earlier -- I said it. She's a busy woman - she's invited us to this fancy hotel... the least we could've done is leave on time."
"Well it couldn't be helped. I had to get ready. Come here..." she placed her hand on his face and turned his head, leaning close to him and kissing him. Frayed, Wesley responded a moment late but accepted the kiss. Soon she felt his nervous dissipate.
She knew why he was on edge. It wasn't just because they were running late for their meet up in downtown. Earlier, he had come over to her house to wait for her. Lisa -- her increasingly-bitchy housemate- had spoken to him and managed to get under his skin. She had seemed especially mean this evening. Something about his stalled football career and limited academic prowess. Something about him being a trouble maker and a man-whore. Something about how innocent Natalie -- their house mate - was being corrupted and threatened with the same lack of prospects as he was to soon experience.
It amazed Andrea how Lisa managed to get so many lines of attack in such little time. Impressive, really. But she did have a sharp tongue, the entitled little harpy. She might've been blonde and petite but when it came to being a bitch -- she punched well above her weight.
And she was wrong on a few accounts too. Yes Wesley was a man-whore and an occasional troublemaker. He was probably a bigger slut than Andrea, with his weekend attendances of Frat House parties and all the girls that went there, throwing themselves at him. But that was hardly a unique thing to be. They were at college after all -- everyone is fucking everyone. He had settled down a bit though, with Andrea and now Natalie draining his balls almost daily. But Lisa didn't know about that.
As for his football career -- well that probably stung him the most because of his knee injury last season. He still hadn't recovered and was all but retired from college football. Still, little did judgemental Lisa know that his grades were pretty good and he was already setting himself up for pre-law. She thought he was just a dumb jock and while he liked to play the part, she was certainly wrong about him. And as for Natalie -
"The Dorchester Hotel. We're here," the driver announced, coughing to alert the two lovers kissing in the back.
They had arrived, the cab dropping them outside the regal driveway of The Dorchester Hotel.
Stepping though the golden-glass doors and into the grand reception. Andrea took a moment to admire the exquisite, luxurious décor of this 5 star hotel. Even though she had been here before -- it still was a little exhilarating stepping in through the fine doors of the hotel, with its primly dressed staff and seemingly stuffy guests. She was from a small country town after all. Even Wesley, whose family was wealthy, seemed a little speechless as they walked through reception and towards the elevators. A snooty-looking receptionist called to them -- asking if he could help them.
"Are you two guests?" He enquired, his plain face staring intensely. Perhaps he could tell they weren't. They were both dressed a little casually. Andrea was wearing a loose fitting buttoned-shirt with a leather jacket and tight jeans. Her hair was tied in a tight pony tail and she wore big hoop earrings. Normally she didn't wear make up but tonight she made an exception. She also wore a choker. Wesley wore jeans, a tee shirt and a letterman jacket. Some of the other guests were in suit or formal wear but not everyone was dressed smart. Still the attendant called them out, enquiring as to their reason for being here.
Wesley informed him of their destination. They were going to the rooftop bar. They were seeing their friend Mrs Lena Andersen. The receptionist seemed to consider that information but made no further attempt to stop them. The two carried on past the main hall and towards the elevators.
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"Are you OK? Not still thinking about what Lisa said to you - I hope?" Andrea reassured Wesley.
"Nah. Water of a duck's back. Ain't gonna get hot and bothered about that!"
Andrea smiled at him. Truth be told -- she was the one who was hot and bothered. Can one feel horny and angry at the same time? She was angry and Lisa, for having the audacity to be rude and condescending to her friend. But she was also horny -- having witnessed Natalie's defilement earlier that day and wishing she had been a part of it. The last couple of weeks had Natalie going through some rather intense slut-training. Andrea had watched and participated in some of it. The burden was that she was constantly thinking about sex.
Ascending to the highest floor, they walked to the Rooftop Lounge Bar. The place was almost empty -- save for a few customers and a barman. Lena was sat at a window-side table with a fantastic view of the city behind her.. And she didn't seem at all annoyed about their late arrival, enjoying a cocktail and a big smile on her beautiful face when she saw them arrive. She was wearing a dark turquoise flowing mini dress with a deep neckline. Her toned arms were bared -- with her skin showing a rich tan, having spent the past couple of weeks in the Caribbean. She was much older than them -- perhaps in her late thirties. But she clearly looked after herself and her beautiful, Nordic features had aged like a fine wine. Her golden locks dressed up around her face. She was goddess-like - both stunning and a little intimidating.
They embraced her before sitting down as the barman came over to another round of drink orders. Andrea took a quick glance around the room. A couple at a table away and behind them. A businessman reading a newspaper. And two young, African American men a table near the bar. The bar man was also young and black. Andrea caught his eye as he returned with their drinks. He smiled back at her.
"So -- how are we? Studies are going well?" She enquired with an inquisitive tone. Andrea smiled -- she was ever the matriarch.
She had first met Mrs Lena Andersen -- or Lady Lena as they all referred to her -- at Frampton House. She was beautiful and elegant, even when she was getting spit-roasted by Diss and Wesley. Much like herself, Lena had been one of Diss's many sluts -- although she was the only one not a student. In fact, she was a very successful businesswoman who was also a benefactor of the University. Andrea suspected that her philanthropic ways and her involvement with the Alumni network was how she had got to meet students like Diss... and how she became ensnared in his web of lust.
Knowing Diss, Andrea was sure he had used his sexually dominant ways to get the older, powerful businesswoman to fall for his charm and be another devotee of his own private harem of sluts. But Andrea also suspected that Lena herself had initiated the seduction, given how confident and lascivious the woman was. Since meeting her, whenever she was in town, she'd usually visit the House. Clearly she liked their open door policy. As the boys took care of her -- so did she, and not just with sexual favours. Her money aside, Lena Andersen and her business empire was a powerful network to have.
"Studies are going well, thank you for asking Mrs Andersen," Wesley replied, sipping from his glass.
"Oh Wesley! Please call me Lena. Haven't we earned that familiarity yet?" She laughed.
Andrea giggled along. Indeed they had -- Wesley had fucked her dozens of times. It had been over a year since Lena had started to visit the house. Her most recent visit had been only a few weeks ago -- when she had got to meet Natalie (Chapter 3). But Wesley's nerves were showing still.
"And how are things going with Natalie?" Lena asked. "She seems like a sweet girl. I hope she's still keeping those grades up and not getting into much naughtiness with you?"
