FRIDAY
Soon, they are stirring, getting ready to go to work, but before they do, I stop them for a moment. I ask them to stop at their apartment and dress in nice cocktail dresses, whatever they like, nothing formal, to go out for the evening. I also ask them to bring an overnight bag with some casual clothes and some overnight wear if they want. We will not be coming home tonight. I will pick them up at the apartment. They demand to know more, but I won't say a word, and tell them to call me when they're ready. I know they will hurry, and I'm glad, since I am as excited as they are. I also have another surprise for them, because I hit the jackpot when I stopped in the jewelers next to my office yesterday. I only hope they will be as happy with what I found as I am.
Looming over us is the fact that Charli is due home tomorrow morning. I have planned this, partially to avoid any uncomfortable moments with her and the girls, and partially because I want to talk to her alone. But for the three of us, I think the timing is good too.
I stop at the jewelers, get home for a shower, and put on my newest black suit. I make sure the two little boxes are in the pockets. Then I sit and wait. The phone rings, just before 5. It's Nikki, giggling with excitement, and I can hear Kitty too. She must be hanging on her. "We're ready!" she says, "and please hurry, we're dying here!" That sets both of them off.
When they calm down, I tell them, "Don't worry, I'm just as anxious as you are, I'll be there in half an hour or less." I put on my jacket, check the pockets for the boxes again, pick up my bag and head out the door to the waiting Limo.
The driver pulls up in front of their building, and I go to the door and ring for them. They buzz me in, and meet me at the door. I get little kisses from each of them, but they don't want to mess up their make-up. Then they step back to look at me, and my breath catches. I have never seen them dressed up before. Gorgeous does not do them justice. They are just - lovely! Obviously they both managed to get their hair done, the first time I have ever seen a real hair-do on either of them.
Nikki has a short, strapless black dress with a skirted bottom that is pleated from the waist down. It ends six inches above her knees. The top clings and fits her perfectly, a deep slit revealing the curves of her breasts. Her raven hair flows down her naked shoulders, and is a great match.
Kitty's light blond hair now has loose curls. She wears a deep raspberry dress with narrow shoulder straps. The material has a swirling pattern woven into it. The dress is tight-fitting and longer, a couple of inches below her knees, but there are slits on each side, halfway up her thighs. She has even found shoes to match.
Each has something twinkling around her neck and wrist. I know they are waiting for me to say something, but I am almost speechless. I have never felt such excitement, not sexual, but simply from knowing they are with me!
Finally I manage, "Oh NIKKI, KITTY! You are just STUNNING!" I am sure they can hear the tension in my voice. I am actually breathing hard from the excitement I feel.
Kitty says softly, "We were hoping you would be pleased with us."
"Pleased? I am always pleased with you." I manage to chuckle softly. "But now, my god! You are . . . BEAUTIFUL." That feels lame, but it is the best I can do. I want to attack them, eat them alive. But instead, I gather up their small bags and say, "The car is waiting." We stand together on the down elevator, but I hardly dare touch them. I'm almost afraid they'll disappear.
In the lobby, they look at each other as I hand their bags to the limo driver. They are giggling as he holds the building door for them, then opens the limo door and offers his hand as they climb in. I slip in on the seat between them and the door closes. In seconds the makeup is gone. They are all over me before I am even settled. If they hadn't started this, it would not have mattered. There is no way I could ever have kept my lips and hands off these beauties. We are all mindful of their dresses and hair, but the makeup will require a few minutes before we leave the car.
When we arrive at the 5-star hotel, we stop at the main lobby entrance. After they put fresh makeup on and I wipe the old makeup off, the driver carries the bags to the desk for us and wishes us a good evening. I had already tipped him, of course. I talk briefly to the clerk, and leave our bags to the bellhop, and take the key card. I offer an arm to each of them, and we walk to the entrance of the restaurant. I feel like a mob boss, or a tycoon, my lovely girls on display. I am so proud of them!
I give the maitre d' my name and a small incentive, and he ushers us to the darkest table at the back of the restaurant. A waiter in a tux stands at attention as we are seated. In moments, an iced bottle of champagne arrives at the table. After he has pulled the cork and poured for us, I call the waiter aside and ask him to be sure the glasses are always full. "Certainly, Sir," the French accent replies.
Disregarding propriety, we first sip, then inhale our first glass of Champagne. Nikki is giggling, hand over her face. The bubbles have gone right up her nose. The glasses are filled as they hit the table. Feeling its calming effect, we lean back in the booth and enjoy our second glass. Both of them are pressed against me, clinging to me, and I can already feel fingertips on my legs. So can they.
When we have all calmed down a bit the waiter gently asks if we would like to order. Food is really not a top priority yet, but it's what we are here for. The girls' menus do not have prices on them, of course, and I hand mine back to waiter and ask for one like theirs. This night is worth any price. None of us are too sure what some of the items are, and when it girls can't make up their minds, I ask whether they would like seafood, beef, or something else. They agree on beef, and I call our waiter again and ask him if he would order the entree's for us. For preliminaries, we agree on shrimp cocktail and a salad. He asks if medium is all right and heads off to the kitchen, returning almost at once.