It was Sarah that first caught my attention in the club. Not difficult considering she was strikingly blonde, had the brightest blue eyes imaginable and was wearing a black dress that showed more skin than fabric (it was low cut, bare at the midriff and back and the skirt was like a belt around her waist- all held together by just a couple of elegant black straps). She stood out on the crowded dance floor and I guess I wasn't the only guy watching her moving like a trained dancer, erotically amongst the throng. It only took a few moments of watching to realise she was dancing with another girl, almost equally as gorgeous. This other girl, who I later found out, was called Nadine, she was slightly shorter than Sarah's impressive 5'7" but had the most amazing legs. Honestly, they were breathtaking, equally tanned and toned and stretching up to the hem of her bright yellow mini dress. She looked a couple of years younger and had her honey coloured long hair, sexily piled atop her head. Watching the two of them groove was too much for me and I placed my bottle of beer down and moved onto the dance floor with rude intentions in mind.
The two girls were so into the music that they seemed at one with it and barely noticed as I slid up next to them and surreptitiously began to catch their eye and dance alongside with them. Without being immodest I am a good looking bloke and a bloody good dancer and they allowed me to dance with them with the flash of their perfect, white teeth. At this closer range I was able to better appraise the two of them and upgrade them from gorgeous young ladies to absolute, 24 carat gold, fucking stunners! I won't describe our dancing other than to say it would probably be deemed illegal in many countries and it was all too quick that we headed back to the girls table. Perhaps unsurprisingly, they had a table set aside for them in the VIP area and as I took a seat between the giggling beauties on the luxurious sofa I was delighted to find another two nubile beauties join us at the table.
These two brunettes were around the same age as Sarah (early twenties) and had just freshly emerged from the clubs toilets and were as equally merry with drink as the others. Nicola was not the stunner that the others were but was never the less very easy on the eye with long, dyed, dark hair and an extremely fit figure, displayed in a short red mini-dress. Her eyes seemed to twinkle with knowing mischief and she came across as more forward than any of the rest. Her companion, who she had her arm around as they collapsed in fits of giggles onto the opposing sofa, also had long dark hair and despite hiding her legs in designer jeans wore just about the lowest cut top that I had ever laid eyes on (and it was difficult not to). She was called Kimberly and as well as an ample cleavage she possessed the most amazing bee stung, blow job lips that god had ever set upon a girls face.
"Alright, who's your friend?"
This from Nicola to Sarah and Nadine, her finger pointing at me. Quick as a flash I leaned forward, kissed the back of that hand and introduced myself.
"I'm John, pleasure to meet you."
The four girls seemed to all make quick eye contact and Nicola laughed.
"Yeah, he'll do just fine."
I never got to ask for what I would do fine for, as a fifth girl stumbled to the table carrying a large tray with three jugs of cocktails atop it.
She was introduced as Cheryl and, believe it or not, she was the best looking of all five of them! Which was no mean feat. She placed the round, silver tray on the table separating the two sofas and squeezed between Nicola and Kimberley and looked directly over at me.
"And who's this fucking prick?"
Yes, she had the face and body of an angel and a mouth like a sewer. She was serious as well in her question, she obviously thought I was a prick and wanted to know who I was. As Sarah, whose hands were starting to roam towards my cock, introduced me I took the chance to scan Cheryl. She was of a similar age to the other girls, had a killer figure with perfectly pert breasts that were half on display in an aqua green coloured mini dress, which when she deliberately crossed her legs across from me, showed that she was wearing no panties! She knew exactly what she was doing and keenly observed my reaction. She smiled at me and asked her friends.
"Is he up for it? Yesterday's one was a real let down."
Sarah's hand circled my hardening cock through the material of my trousers and gave it a hard squeeze before answering.
"Oh yeah, this one will do just fine."
I was beginning to realise there was more going on than was at first apparent, but whatever it was it sounded real interesting. For the next hour we just chilled out and to my surprise the five girls rebuffed a long line of guys who tried to ask them to dance (or more!). they seemed content drinking and chatting and flirting with me. Which I was more than happy to comply with. Whatever their little cryptic comments earlier meant was never alluded to again and I was beginning to think the night could not get much better when they started making moves to leave and made it clear I was coming with them. Not a hard decision, was it?
Their car was a white, stretch limousine and the six of us piled out of the club and into it in, our latest glasses of alcohol still in hand. Being the gentleman I am, I stood back to allow them in first (and took the opportunity to further ogle their rising hem lines as they inelegantly manoeuvred into the vehicle). Before my eyes popped out of my head an arm snaked out, grabbed the front of my shirt and literally hauled me inside after them.
As the chauffeur started up I found my balance and took in my surroundings. The interior was a plush, black leather affair and propped in the centre was an ice bucket containing another couple of bottles. They were obviously not short of money, thought I, as we cruised the dark streets of the city centre headed to who knew where. For the moment it seemed like I was forgotten about as the five of them giggled and laughed drunkenly and spilled as they actually managed to drink. Still every so often a hand or hands draped over me and I revelled in their soft touch and powerful, perfumed scent.
Their house, when we got there, was a very expensive affair and apparently all five of the fillies lived there. How they could afford such a place (it was like a mansion on the edge of the city) was something which I never asked and never found out, but once the driver let us out and headed off again we spilled into the front door and made our way to a massive living room near the back of the place. I've been around nice places before but this one took my breath away! Or maybe it was the girls themselves as with the alcohol consumed on the trip and their return home they were becoming randier and uncontrollable with each passing second.
The room was almost spacious enough for each of us to have a sofa to ourselves, but tellingly Kimberley and Nicola were snuggled tightly together on one and Sarah and Cheryl wasted little time dragging me to my feet in the centre of the room and as I looked questioningly at them all five began to chant and clap in unison.