Joe assumed there was no way anything would happen that night. He was traveling alone and had no plans. He decided to head to dinner. He had no idea that his fortunes were looking up.
Joe headed to a local Italian restaurant he enjoyed about 15 miles from his hotel. He took a book and sat down to his meal oblivious to his surroundings except when the cute waitress checked on him. He knew her from prior trips, she was recently married and too far out of Joe's league for any serious consideration.
Just as Joe was leaving, he heard someone calling from the bar, did he forget something? When he looked over, he recognized one of the woman from the local office waiving. Joe walked over to say hello to Bridget before he headed back to his hotel.
"Here alone?" She asked.
"Yes, the hotel food didn't look so good and they know what I like here," Joe replied. "What about you?"
"No, I'm here with Jen and Molly, they're in the ladies room." Bridget responded. "Oh, here they come now!"
"What are you guys doing here?" Joe asked.
Bridget answered for the group. "It's the monthly outing of the BJC, look, we had cards made up."
"BJC?"
"Yea, back when Molly was still working with us, we formed the BJC. It all started when a new guy started in finance, he was fresh out of college, much younger than us. Anyway, he was popular with the younger guys and liked to brag. He called us the BJC and told his friends he was going to have sex with each one of us 'Accounting chicks'. One of them was Matt. Well, when Matt transferred over, he told us all about it. Eventually, we kinda shamed the guy enough he left," Bridget said.
"OK, OK," Joe continued, "but what is BJC?"
Bridget looked at her friends, they nodded. "BJC means the Big Jugs Club. But the guy from finance used to say it 'BJ Club', his 'clever' double entendre."
Joe took a look at the card, it too said BJ Club, with Big Jugs noted in very small, almost unreadable font. His first thought was how much trouble that guy should have been in with HR. Clearly though, the guy was right. Bridget had always had a large chest. Recently she added a few pounds, most of which seemed to be on her tits. Joe guessed in his head as to her size, certainly bigger than 2 basketballs. He decided she was a minimum DDD, but probably E or F.
Jen had worked for Joe recently. She was an unattractive woman about 30, so he never really noticed, but she too was stacked, Joe landed on DD. Molly on the other hand was stunningly beautiful. She was on the petite side, so while she may have 'only' been a D cup, on her petite frame, they looked enormous.
"But he's gone, his plan was pretty offensive for three married women, and only one of you is still an 'accounting chick', why does the club still exist?" Joe was very curious.
Now was Jen's turn to explain. "It started as a lark, but we all decided we liked the idea of a BJ club. We'd been swinging with each other and our husbands, but Bridget had just split with her husband and Molly's husband told her she could continue, but he was 'getting to old for that stuff!' I felt funny with the last willing husband, so I suggested a once a month road show where we each try to live up to the name of the club, the double meaning of course!" She said with an odd grin.
"This just seems far-fetched," Joe wasn't sure he believed a word.
"It does sound incredible, I know," Jen admitted. "But when we all worked for Megan, she threw an awesome swingers party every month. When she stopped, we came up with this idea. Basically, we go to a different bar each month, pick a guy from the crowd, and then the three of us give him the BJ of his life!"
