My beautiful wife, Genevieve, asked me one day if a friend of hers could come stay with us for a week while she looked for a job. "Sure", I said, "Who is she?" "Her name is Sapphire, and we were good friends when I was living in California. She is in the movie business - no not an actress, but working on the production side"
Genevieve went on to explain that competition in Hollywood was fierce, and Sapphire's career had progressed about as far as possible in the California market. Money was pouring into the Atlanta market. Several production companies had been established producing all sorts of TV shows, specialized products and even several major motion pictures.
It was on a Sunday I met Sapphire: Gen and I were at the airport terminal. I saw this woman before she recognized Genevieve, not because I know what she looked like, but rather she was someone that would have caught my attention under any circumstances. She could have been my wife's twin - about 5'5'' tall, trim and well dressed. Two things made me think they were related. The way that Sapphire walked across the terminal had a confidence that emanated a sensual nature. And her eyes - a twinkle? A light? Something about the way her eyes glowed revealed a wise old soul that perceived reality from a different plane of existence. Just like Genevieve's eyes, and one of the many reasons I fell in love with her.
Next to me, my wife yelled out "Sapphie!!", and soon this beautiful woman was waving and rushing into Genevieve's arms. Like long lost friends, they picked up as if they had seen each other yesterday. I just followed in the background, carrying the luggage and enjoying the show. Sapphire had lined up several interviews for upcoming productions, and her first few days where a whirlwind of appointments as she met with several of the local outfits.
On Wednesday, after a second interview with a particularly promising opportunity, Sapphire was offered a position. Her new job would mean a promotion in responsibilities and more money. Like so many who freshly arrive in Atlanta, Sapphire had found near instant success. She immediately accepted the job, and the girls decided to go out and celebrate. They invited me along, but instead, I took the opportunity to finish the project I was working on.
I retreated to my office as the women got ready. All I heard from Genevieve was "See you later." as they departed. Around 8:00 PM, I got a call from my wife. From the background noise I could tell they were in a crowded restaurant or bar. Genevieve explained that Sapphire and she had celebrated a bit too much, and asked if I would come pick them up. I said "sure, no problem" since I had just finished work for the day.
As I pulled up to one of the finer restaurants in town, I saw the two girls sitting on the patio, and my jaw dropped. Sitting there were two of the sexiest women I had ever seen. Genevieve was wearing one of my favorite outfits. A short sun dress we usually reserved for date night. The dress, or lack of dress, showed off her smooth legs all the way up her toned thighs. The top was low cut and showed lots of cleavage. That is not what made my jaw drop - it was what Sapphire was wearing. Her dress was made from a shimmering, almost see through bronze colored fabric that clung to every curve. It barely covered her chest, and what was covered left little to the imagination. The back was open all the way down to just above the crack of her ass - you could see the two dimples on either side of the base of her spine. It didn't cover much of her legs, either - I did a double take when I though I caught a glimpse of her bald snatch. Her pussy had to be bald, otherwise I would have seen her bush under the fabric, it clung so tightly to every inch of her skin. The two were chatting animatedly with a couple of guys, and I couldn't blame then one bit: this pair of women were just oozing sexuality. I approached and observed for a moment, then cleared my throat. My wife turned and said "Here's our ride." The man talking to Sapphire immediately looked crestfallen, and my sympathy went out to him, as he hurriedly exchanged numbers with her. Little did I know what was in store for the remainder of the evening as I walked into the establishment to retrieve these two ravishing beauties.
We left with my arms around the two. Actually, I think they were just holding on to me so they wouldn't stagger. Both, obviously, had quite a bit to drink. I was a bit concerned on the way home as the women were uncharacteristically quiet. Genevieve seemed to be frowning a bit while Sapphire had a slight smirk.
While walking into the house, I attempted some small talk, and asked "Did you two have a good time?" Genevieve responded by snapping "Sapphie was a bad girl." I looked over to see Saphire's smirk replaced with her eyebrows raised and "Who me?" look on her face.
