Saturday was lazy, crazy and sexy. It also had snowed overnight and continued through much of the day. The bedroom windows were spectacular regardless of the seasons but snow somehow seemed so pretty and innocent as it fell. That innocence was lost as soon as you stepped outside or tried to drive! It also wrecked our plans to buy a tree! Oh well, we weren't very concerned about any of that for most of the day.
I mentioned that I wished we had a tub
and
a shower as we began to get ready for the crazy night ahead. Shade smiled. The snow changed our plans. Kim and Honey would take a cab; we would too. We would cab back to the condo.
Shade insisted we both dress to be sexy but not
too
much; bra, thong, and short, revealing dresses. Okay, well, it was going to be a group effort and a really fun night so I did as she asked.
The doorman told us we were lucky the cab came as quickly as it did. He was right. Location, location, location!!
We arrived before Kim and Honey. The club was jammed, the music pounded, the dance floor was a mass of slinky, sexy women. The stage? Empty. I stood and waved Kim and Honey to our table. Kisses and hugs as they began to unbundle.
I suppose I should explain. It was a bar that catered to women. Tonight was amateur night. As in, sexy strip tease ... only pussy had to remain covered. It was around ten when it began. A tall, lean, scantily clad brunette screamed into the mike. The crowd, buzzed with anticipation and fueled with booze, screamed back.
A table pushed a woman toward the stage. Short, young, pretty, brunette, she was one hell of a tease!! The room let her know how much they appreciated her. Next? Ya know how you have a sense of what's what? I thought there were a few bridal parties on hand tonight ... and more than one bride-to-be showed her goodies. The laughter and screams from the table as the lovely did her thing was the hint.
The music pounded, the liquor flowed, the women danced. Another one left and I felt hands on my arms, hips and ass and I was lifted from my chair and pushed toward the stage. I turned; all three were laughing. Hands grabbed at me and pushed me toward the stage. Oh my god!
I'll do anything my lover wants, anywhere, anytime. I've been naked in front of the entire office for god's sake! So why was I completely mortified, fully clothed, as the screams and the music pounded at me? I looked at the table. Shade, Kim and Honey were clapping, laughing, and screaming -- though I had
no
idea what they were saying.
My new normal? I felt my eyes fill as I thought of Stacy. I thought of Shade, on the dance floor, as she whispered to me that first night in the club. Destiny, give 'em a show.
I did!
I strutted, I flaunted, I teased. I let a little show at a time. I heard some of the words but not all. I kept my eyes on our table and Stacy in my mind. I lifted my skirt and dipped my hands into my thong. The crowd went crazy when I gave my finger to a little thing at the edge of the stage. I felt hands on my legs, my hips; I moved away before they got higher.
I shrugged the dress from my shoulders, cupped it to my breasts and undid my front-clasp bra. I opened the bra; the crowd screamed. I slid the straps from my shoulders, gave them a peek, turned, bent, and shook my ass.
The bra gone, I lowered the dress ... and slowly slid it down until it was at my hips. I swayed, eyes closed, and mimicked my hand plunging into my pussy. I let the dress fall to my feet, rocked my hips, threw my head back and screamed.
The room screamed with me!! I slumped, pretending to pant, as if in the middle of an orgasm. The room exploded in applause. I curtseyed, grabbed my bra, pulled the dress over my shoulders, and fought my way back to the table.
"Which one of you bitches is next?" All three laughed. Well goddamn! I'd been punk'd!!
You want to know the funniest part of the night? There were prizes. I was one of the top three finalists. My applause was (I thought) louder, by far, than the winner. But I won $250 for second place!!
We didn't pay for a drink the rest of the night!! They just kept coming ... so did the kisses and gropes from those in the audience. And I'm thirty nine!! Cougar me baby!! My birthday? Shade knows. Kim knows ... Stacy knows.
It was really, really late when we got home. We said good night and headed to our respective bedrooms.
Shade slithered as she whispered, "Do you know how fucking hot it was watching you?"
"Baby, if your eyes were any indication, yeah, kinda."
The brilliant morning sun was what woke us Sunday. No, that's not right. It's what roused us from sleep. What woke us was, as you might imagine, her doing what she does to me. This me writes that with a big ole smile.
Yesterday's snow and today's bright sun meant a cold day. And we
have
to get a tree today! That was among the topics as we snuggled under the covers. I mean
all
the way under the covers, whispering to each other like sleepover teens.
Shade, being Shade, brought up last night again. In the back and forth, I said, "I think we can say that the girl from Kokomo is officially gone." She laughed.
"Yeah, I'm damn certain 'she' would never have been as fabulous as you were lover." I moaned again as her kiss warmed me up. "We can buy one hell of a tree with your prize money."
"The hell with that; I'm buyin' something special just for me." Pouty face. "What?"
"You mean you're not sharing?"
"Excuse me; were
you
up on that stage?" Pout. "Were you shakin' it?" Bigger pout. "Were you the one who got punk'd by her so called friends?" She laughed.
"Speaking of friends, what do you think they're doing right now?"
I rolled my eyes. "The same thing we were doing." Oh geez; that look! Quick, change the subject. "I think I made quite a few Koko-mo tips than any of the others too." Shade laughed.
"Where do you come up with that crap?"
"Crap?
Crap
? Why I oughta ..." I did! She liked it!!
When I told the other two they laughed as well. Picture the four of us, cold, naked, munching on muffins and drinking coffee and hot chocolate.
Shade whined, "I'm cold."
Kim said, "So turn the heat up." I looked at Honey and winked. A smirk; she slid from her chair and crawled to Shade. The heat
did
get turned up and then some.
Kim, Shade and Honey were bundled up to the point they almost couldn't move -- almost. I don't know. I was born in New Jersey a long time ago, spent many a cold winter in Indiana, so the only thing about Chicago's winters was the icy wind off the lake. They hustled into the cab and whined when we found a lot that seemed to have a bunch of trees left.
My two year old looked the first tree she saw and said, "That one." What a baby! And she wouldn't even kiss me. "Your lips will stick to mine it's so cold." The other two doubled over laughing at her.
We finally found a tree we liked. Kim and Honey were sent to flag down a cab while I talked to the lot dude about delivery. Yes, tomorrow was fine. Yes, morning was fine.
"Okay, well, the address you gave me isn't that far. The tree is fifty dollars. Add another twenty five for delivery."
Highway goddamn robbery is what it was!! I fished the money out of my purse and gave it to him with a dirty look.
Shade had hightailed it to the cab. The three of them were shivering. They scurried from the cab to the lobby and made fools of themselves in the elevator.
I did it intentionally of course. They screeched when I suggested we go out for lunch! I did mention we'd have to get the girls back to their house so they could get clean clothes for Christmas Eve and Christmas.
"Can't we wait to do that tomorrow? Maybe it will be warmer?" No, it wasn't the two year old. It was Honey.
"Besides, why do we need clean clothes?" That from Kim. Uh oh. I had a feeling!
"Or clothes?" Geez!
I remember reading an article that some woman wrote. She opined that a woman, after having an orgasm, is 'lit' (she said aroused) for up to an hour. That may account for
some
of what happened Sunday. I'm not exactly innocent. I was the one who showed Kim and Honey the various uses for the g-spot gel. (They loved it!) We also found out that grape jelly is kinda messy. Maple syrup? Very, very good! I was
so
glad we didn't have any honey in the condo. Imagine hearing, "Honey, would you like my honey to put some honey on your ..." You get the idea.
We scrounged for food. No mayo? Eat your tuna fish on toast. With maple syrup. The food thing got to be a little like poker. I'll see your tuna on toast with syrup and raise you a waffle with peanut butter and pickle juice.
Did you know that mustard and ketchup make for a really good smiley face when the mustard is put on nipples?
Shade peeked when I wrote that. She suggested Asian mustard; said it's sweet and sour. I told her she was too.
You say you'd gag if you had to eat sour cream and Worcestershire sauce on a tortilla? What if the reward was Honey?
There was that one time when three of us were in the shower together. It was a tight squeeze. Four of us? Uh huh. Four wet, naked, giggling, highly aroused women, completely at ease with each other. I'm not sure how clean we got but at least the stuff on our bodies got rinsed off.
Shade's not happy with me (I'm writing in the present) calling her a two year old. I'm ignoring her.