I stood in the bathroom of my humble apartment. Once, I had thought that the room was unnecessarily large but with a girlfriend, and three other women, sleeping over more nights than not the counter was starting to overflow with all variety of cosmetics and toiletries.
You might want to think about moving into a bigger apartment,
I mused, and I filed the thought away under "deal with later" on my mental to-do list as I worked at the knot of my simple black tie. I was dressed in a steel-grey button down and the only pair of dress shoes I owned, the simple outfit I wore only making me feel more outclassed by the beautiful women around me.
I shared a rueful grin with myself in the mirror.
Your own fault,
I told mirror Chance, and he just grinned back at me. I never would have expected that I would need an UberXL to fit all my dates in one car, but I certainly wasn't complaining as I fished my phone out of my pocket and set our destination.
"Where are we going?" Daisy asked, hugging me from behind as she peeked over my right shoulder. Her breath was warm on my neck and I felt the tickle of a stray hair that had escaped her elaborate braid. She and Carmen wore matching silver and black dresses but had each braided their red hair to a different side, creating a unique but pleasing mirror effect. Bookend sylphs, one for each arm.
I grinned, pleased, but tried to act nonchalant. "I seem to recall someone wishing for a fancy French dinner the other night..." I trailed off thoughtfully, letting a playful frown of concentration crease my brow.
The twins both let out a squeal of delight and Victoria gave me an approving smile in the mirror, looking dignified but ravishing in a tight maroon dress whose v-neck dipped enough to show a tasteful amount of cleavage. She had arrived home from work early, removing our need to tell her of our evening plans from the road.
"Mmm..." Amber murmured, planting a kiss on my other cheek and wrapping her arms around my left bicep in a soft hug. "Our man has exquisite taste."
I felt my smile broaden. "Only under the direction of my exquisite ladies." My phone vibrated, and I glanced down as it notified me that our ride was just two minutes away. "Time to go," I said, and we trooped out of my bedroom and down the narrow front hallway out of the apartment.
***
It was still a squeeze in the interior of the sleek black van that pulled up out front of the building, and Victoria took shotgun.
The Uber driver, a middle-aged Indian man in a sharply-pressed button down, gave her only the slightest glance before he turned around to check the backseat. "Chance?" he asked, his voice touched by a light accent.
"That's me," I replied as I pulled back the middle row of seats and let Amber climb into the back. The app told me his name was Tushar, and I briefly admired his willpower. He may have been the first man I'd met who hadn't immediately checked out at least one of the gorgeous pornstars who accompanied me.
I chuckled inwardly. He probably thought I was some sort of movie star or internet millionaire. No ordinary man, surely, would be going out on a random Monday night with a whole bevy of beautiful babes.
Carmen clambered in after Amber, followed by me and Daisy. I was now snugly wedged between my twin 18-year-old lovers, with my bombshell girlfriend behind me and my boss-turned-paramour in the front seat.
What a way to live
. I sighed contentedly as we rolled into the street.
The ride was only ten or fifteen minutes, but it felt much quicker as I engaged in idle chatter with Carmen, Daisy and Amber while Victoria messed around on her phone in the front seat. It felt so natural to talk with them, and I wondered how I had survived years of my life without the constant presence of these exceedingly-enjoyable women.
We pulled up outside
Delicieux
, a popular French restaurant downtown, and piled out. I gave Tushar a hefty tip on the app — I was using Mike Lassiter's card, so why not? — and a five-star rating, then stood outside the front door as the van pulled away.
I realized with a hint of surprise that I felt nervous. I'd never really had the money to frequent expensive establishments before, and I wondered whether I was making a mistake. I didn't want to use the wrong fork and look like an idiot in front of my girls.
Victoria gave me a look like she could read my mind and a smile curved across her full lips. "Don't worry, Chance," she purred playfully. "I can take care of you." She winked, and I chuckled but blushed a little at the same time.
"After you," I offered gallantly as I stepped forward to open the door, and my four companions swept into the restaurant.
The interior was well lit but not bright —
Romantic
, I thought — and was already bustling with patrons.
"Do you have a reservation?" the cute blonde hostess asked, smiling from behind her podium. She was taller than average with wavy, shoulder-length hair and a crisply pressed white shirt that made her look official.
I felt the bubble of happiness in my stomach pop and begin to deflate.
Idiot,
I fumed at myself.
You didn't even think about it.
"We do not..." I managed to mutter guiltily, shooting an embarrassed glance at Daisy and Carmen.
The woman looked immediately contrite. "Unfortunately, we're fully booked for—" she started to say, but Victoria interrupted her.
"Actually," she murmured, stepping forward confidently, "we do have a reservation. Victoria Carmichael."
Glancing down at the computer screen in front of her, the blonde missed the kiss that Victoria blew my way, and I realized that that was what she had been doing on her phone. She'd been getting us a reservation on the drive over.
I grinned back at her, relieved.
The hostess was all smiles as she looked up brightly. "Carmichael, party of five," she said, looking us over. "Right this way." Grabbing a stack of menus, she led us further into the restaurant.
We wove between tables, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that we were catching a lot of attention. Hardly surprising, given that each of my companions was easily one of the most attractive women present. In a group, they looked like a squadron of supermodels invading the restaurant.
The cute blonde hostess gave us one last bright smile as she stopped in one corner of the room where a round table for five had been set.
"I hope you have a lovely evening with us," she told us while we arranged ourselves around it. "Your server will be with you shortly."
We seated ourselves and I let her get out of earshot before I blew out a sigh of relief that was only slightly exaggerated. "You really saved me there, V," I murmured, leaning forward and kissing her knuckles lightly as her hand rested on the table. The brunette had seated herself across from me and I had once again ended up between the twins.
Her dark brown eyes twinkled as she smiled back. "I'm sure you'll find some way to make it up to me later," she responded, her voice low and thrumming with promise. Her expression was carefully composed, but the way she traced one finger down the neckline of her dress was distractingly seductive. I imagined bending her over the table right here and taking her, and my cock throbbed as it awoke.
Under the tablecloth, I suddenly felt another movement. Glancing right, I met Carmen's innocent green-eyed gaze.
"What are you—?" I started to ask, but I froze as her hand slid further up my thigh.
The teen's fingers gently rubbed up against my hardening length and I sucked in a quick breath of air.
The redhead shifted in her seat and then leaned in close. "I think I need to go to the lady's room..." she murmured, and I felt something soft drop into my lap. She kissed the tip of my ear, her hand trailing up my chest and over my shoulder as she stood, and I felt my cheeks begin to burn.
I couldn't look away as she sashayed off between the tables, her pert ass hypnotizing me as it moved beneath the slinky material of her silver dress. Unsurprisingly, her overtly sexual gait drew the attention of almost every man between our table and the darkened hallway into the back of the restaurant, where she turned the corner and disappeared under the sign with the universal "male/female" symbols and the words "homme" and "femme," which I assumed were French.
I glanced under the tablecloth and was only a little surprised when I saw her lacy blue panties draped casually across my lap. I hastily stuffed the slip of cloth into my pocket and glanced up to see that Amber and Victoria were sharing an amused glance.
"What?" I asked, a sheepish smile fighting to take control of my features.
Then, I felt Daisy leaning in from the other side. Her breath was on my neck and her lips brushed briefly against my skin as she whispered, "I'm no mind reader... But I think my sister wants you to fuck her senseless in the bathroom right about now." I felt myself growing harder at the words, the scent of her perfume filling my nose. I began to wonder whether my girls had organized in advance to plant me between the twin 18-year-olds.
I gave the more mature women a glance, but Amber just grinned nonchalantly at me and Victoria let her tongue slide subtly across her lips.
"I'll order for you if you take too long in there," the brunette murmured playfully.
"Thanks," I muttered. I coughed and stood, my chair sliding back on the soft carpet. Then, I did my best not to look too hurried as I strode across the room and ducked into the hallway after Carmen.
***
The ravishing teen was waiting for me, her hip cocked to one side and her legs looking long and athletic as she balanced daintily on her high heels.
The women's room was as haughty as only a fancy restaurant bathroom can be, complete with an expensive tiled floor, a massive mirror on one wall and a basket of neatly folded towels by the ornate sink set into the black-and-gold-veined white marble countertop.
I flashed back to the first time I'd seen her, outside the door of my apartment in a velvety pink tracksuit, and realized I hadn't truly appreciated her toned physique.
"You're gorgeous," I managed to mutter as I met her smoky gaze and let the door to the women's bathroom swing shut behind me.
