Friday afternoon came and I couldn't wait for work to finish. I had an awesome four-star resort vacation coming up tomorrow, plus a tantalizing evening with the ladies tonight. First, however, the most important thing.
I walked out of my office and into reception. It was 5:00pm. "So, Mary," I said. The receptionist looked up and smiled from her desk behind the counter. "How's the box going?"
"See for yourself," she said, brightly, handing me the box.
Wow! It was full up with the forms I had handed out yesterday and just physically seeing them excited me no end. "Absolutely excellent!" Great, I'll go through them first thing on Monday, OK?"
"Sure. I'll keep it behind the desk -- it'll be waiting for you when you arrive. What time will you be coming?"
"In the afternoon -- I'll be traveling back home in the morning, so around five-ish, I expect."
Mary seemed happy with that, so I left for the weekend.
I went straight home to pack. I would be competing in the amateur fashion show Elite were putting on, so as well as all the usual essentials, I carefully selected the outfit I wanted to show off. I also chose a selection of accessories and hair supplies, plus make-up and other things.
This would be my first time modeling for a while, so I didn't want to screw up. In fact, I hoped that if I was going to be able to be seen by my clients, they might actually hire me to model some of their stuff, since not just Elite but other clothing and fashion companies would have their most important people present.
Finally, I was ready. I took a shower, then changed into a slinky, mid-thigh little black dress. It was made of pure silk, no sleeves, with shoulder straps and a deep V to show off my cleavage. I washed and blow-dried my hair, leaving it bouncy and free. I wore a black bra underneath with no under-wiring, so that my upturned breasts and perky nipples would be easier to see. Let's defy gravity, girls! I put on some black, strappy shoes and added minimal make-up. Great. Let's go.
I grabbed a taxi. Bonnie had given me the address to her place. While most of my models were housemates of each other, what made Bonnie, Krystal and Amelia different is that they all rented their own places. Not only them -- there were others. It meant that intimacy was easier to achieve for them than some of the newer models.
While I knew for a fact that there were a couple of houses where the housemates had become close enough to each other to start intimacy between each other, those houses were for models who were over twenty-two mainly, while the 18-22 age range tended to be too young to either figure out that they could do that, or else hadn't known each other long enough yet, or else were still in a kind of "student dorm" mentality, where they worry about others finding out, even though most of them lived only four or six to a house.
My taxi pulled up to an elegant condo in a quiet street. I paid the driver and got out. As the taxi pulled away, I saw a stylish building in a modern, trendy architectural design. Cool. Walking up to the main entrance, I opened some double doors that revealed a small lobby four elevators, two on either side of a short corridor.
A bored-looking security guard around fifty-something sat behind a counter in the lobby. He looked at me but made no move, so I walked on and pressed the elevator button. Bonnie was on the eighth floor. I arrived in a carpeted area with some nice potted dried plants. I wandered around looking for apartment 823. Presently, I found it and rang the doorbell. It was 7:57pm. Never be late for a sex party. FOMO, anyone? Plus, who needs doorbells ringing in flagrante?
The door opened and Bonnie stood there. "Wow, Cathy, great!" she said. "SHE'S HERE!" she called to the others, who must have already arrived. Bonnie was wearing a blue midi dress with strappy sandals and her hair was down. "Come in!"
I entered into a small hallway with white walls and a sideboard, plus a vintage hatstand. Bonnie led me into an open plan living room-cum-bedroom. Right in front of me was the bedroom, with a large, king-size double bed, with what you like expensive silk sheets in purple, with a black headboard. To the left was the living room area, with two cream-colored leather sofas surrounding a long, black wooden coffee table, with the TV against the far wall. Through a doorway off from that on the left was a small kitchen with white walls and a clean, white decor, then another door to the right of that, leading to an elegant bathroom, which appeared to have a vitreous, gray color scheme.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Cathy -- look, the girls are here!" cried Bonnie, and so they were. They were sitting on the sofa. Amelia was in a white, floaty dress down to her ankles (her signature style), while Krystal wore a daring bright red foxy number, that hugged her figure, accentuating her large breasts and her curvy, hourglass figure.
They welcomed me warmly and Bonnie and I sat next to the other two women. On the coffee table was a selection of finger food -- bread-sticks with avocado dip, liquor-filled chocolate truffles, chocolate-covered strawberries, cantaloupe, watermelon, cucumber and pineapple juice. In addition, there were two bottles of Cabernet sauvignon with four glasses.
I was surprised. "Wow, girls, I didn't know there would be food! I had dinner at home thinking I'd better eat -"
"Of course there's food, Cathy -" interrupted Bonnie.
"Oh, but if I'd known, I could have brought something and we could have had a pot luck supper!"
"Haha, all of us ate already, too!" said Amelia.
"Yeah, we're not here to scarf down tons of food," agreed Krystal.
I looked around at everyone. "So is this what you normally do -- serve this kind of stuff? It's great!"
"Sure," said Krystal.
"Make yourself at home, Cathy. Dig in! I'll pour the wine!" invited Bonnie, who got up to handle uncorking the bottle and pouring it out.
We ate and drank, chatting and having a good time.
After about ten minutes, Amelia inquired, "So you've never had food at any kind of event?"
"Huh?" I asked. "What do you mean, 'event'? I've been to tons -- there's always food laid on."
"No, I mean this kind of event."
