Delays, delays, delays. I've edited, re-edited, and re-re-edited this segment so many times now. Pretty sure I've caught as many errors as I'm going to at this point. I'm also tried a new submission method. Rather than submitting a word file, I'm sending it via plain text and formatting tags. Hopefully it comes through okay, but the main reason I'm doing this is to shave time off the posting process.
More to come, and as always, thank you for reading.
-redskyes
Chapter 66
Sarah was, of course, thrilled about me being hired by Armia. Darren called me the next morning and told me I had the rest of the week off. I hadn't interviewed with Armia, hadn't filled out any paperwork, hadn't even talked to anyone, yet I was getting paid anyway, which was odd, but not unwelcome. Darren called it standby pay. If something came up, I was expected to be available.
Saturday came fast, but the night before, Sarah and I had Violet and Holly over. We told them about our idea to break in Rose and Ginger, and that I'd done a little prep work already. They couldn't have been more excited, though the only thing that Violet really wanted to know was who was fucking who. To my surprise, I almost called dibs on Violet. It had been a while since we'd been together, and I missed her, but it felt wrong when I considered Holly. Maybe it was because I knew how Violet felt about me, that it wouldn't just be sex for her, that it would be something more.
So it was decided; me and Sarah, Holly and Violet.
When Saturday evening rolled around, the four of us were ready to go. Holly was wearing loose black slacks and a matching vest, and nothing else, except for black strappy sandals. Her breasts were tiny compared to the rest of us, but the upper slopes of her boobs were clearly on display, and I found it surprisingly enticing. We also knew she chose the pants so that she could hint at what hung between her legs. She hadn't had much choice either. Given how petite she was, the fat end of her hung just past her knees, so if she wanted to tease the girls, there was no way she could pull off shorts or a skirt.
Her thick length was lying alongside her right leg, and if she sat down or moved just right, you could barely make out the long lump of it beneath the fabric. Considering that Holly usually wore cutoff shorts and a baby tee, her clothing was quite a departure from the norm.
Violet had also broken tradition by wearing a dark green over-the-shoulder dress that had been tailored to her voluptuous curves. Sure, it was out of season, what with winter coming and all, but she looked fantastic. Her huge breasts were pushed up and together, creating some fantastic cleavage, and her long red hair had been brushed out to lay over her shoulders in gentle waves.
Sarah was also wearing a dress, though unlike Violet's, whose fell to her shins, Sarah's stopped just above her knees, and it was dark gray. Thin barely-there straps tied behind her neck to keep the dress up, which was cut so low in the back that I could see the upside down triangle of so soft skin just above her tight butt.
I'd almost worn pants too, but decided to go with a dress instead. Sarah had picked it out for me, a black number cut like hers, only not so low in the back, but it was slit
way
up the side, past my hip. Depending on how I moved, I was flashing most of my left ass cheek now and then. And, just like with Holly, every
once
in a while, you might catch a glimpse of my penis - Sarah's idea.
Actually, she took the idea a step further only ten minutes after suggesting it in the first place. If I was sure at any point that Rose or Ginger glimpsed my gift, I should make it go back inside me, so that when they tried harder to get another look, they wouldn't find anything. At least not unless I wanted them to. And that was the idea, for both Holly and I to hint at what was between our legs, but not actually reveal it until the right moment came along.
The apartment was clean, lighting muted, soft music played in the background, and appetizers were in the oven, almost ready to go. When the intercom went off, Violet and I both jumped out of our seats, but Sarah and Holly rose calmly, perfectly at ease. They seemed amused by our excitement more than anything else.
I released the elevator from the lobby, and while all of us waited, Violet nudged my ribs with her elbow.
"Your garden looks like shit, by the way," she told me, fluffing her hair with hands.
I narrowed my gaze at her. "Are you trying to tell me I need to shave?"
Violet and Holly burst out laughing, but Sarah only giggled - she'd shaved me that very morning, so she knew that wasn't what Violet had been referring to.
"No, dumbass," Violet snickered. "I'm talking about the courtyard."
"Yeah, I know. We just haven't had time to plant anything, and we don't have any neighbors yet to do their part, if you haven't noticed."
"Well, give me a ring sometime and I'll help," Violet told me.
"Makes me wonder if this place is haunted or something," Holly commented.
"What do you mean?" Sarah asked her.
Holly gestured around us as the elevator groaned to a stop. "Prime real estate like this, in New York, and you two are the only tenants?"
"I'm amazed we got it in the first place," I snorted.
"Right?" Sarah nodded. "Kind of thing only happens in amateur stories."
At last, the elevator doors opened and there stood Rose and Ginger, both carrying overnight bags. A flurry of extremely girly squeals erupted from everyone - but not from me, I'm proud to say - and hugs and kisses ensued.
Rose was dressed much like Holly, dark slacks but with a close-fitting jacket instead of a vest, and she was wearing a black lacy bra beneath it. The jacket showed a little of her smooth stomach too, and it was helped by how low her slacks sat on her hips. Her dark hair was loose, falling freely about her shoulders.
Ginger, on the other hand, was dressed casually. She wore trendy gray pants and a baby tee that had various sizes of print on it, the first line reading "can you read this?", and in smaller print, the second line read "you're not close enough." The print got smaller and smaller from there, so I had to squint, and eventually move towards her, reading the lines that said, "the words are pretty small.", "and getting so much smaller.", "smile for me.", and I did, and the last line read, "NOW you're close enough."
That's when I realized I was standing so close to Ginger that I could feel the warmth of her chest on my face. When I looked up, she was grinning down at me.
"Cute," I smiled.
With a giggle, Ginger gave me another hug. She kept her arm around my waist as I moved to her side so that she could look around.
"Damn, chicky, your place is awesome!" Ginger gave her praise.
Sarah picked up their overnight bags and took them to the room they would be staying in.
"You should have seen it before the walls went up," Violet told her.
"You mean you didn't have any?" Ginger asked, glancing over to where the bedrooms were.
"Just the bathroom," I said, adding, "Other than that, there wasn't any privacy, not even the shower."
"Lack of privacy isn't always a bad thing," Violet said, giving me a cute grin.
I fussed with my hair - which was still far too short to fuss with - to hide my blush.
"Oh, right. The shower," Rose said, taking Ginger's hand and pulling her that way. "You are going to
love
their shower."
Violet came up beside me and nudged me with her shoulder, "Hopefully, that will be a literal statement later on."
"You're such a guy," I grinned at her, and Holly chuckled.
Violet's cell phone rang. She checked the caller and started away from us for privacy, but bounced her eyebrows at me and said, "I bet you a hundred that Trevor wouldn't say that to me."
At the same time, Holly and I called after her, "What does that mean?"
But Violet ignored us, answering the call near the kitchen. She said something into her phone, nodded with a grin that slowly widened into a sweet smile that reached her eyes, and - wait, did Violet just blush? - and I think she told them she'd call them back, because she ended the call and left her phone on the counter, joining the others in the living room.
Holly and I laughed, but then she gave me a serious look.
"No, seriously, what did she mean?" she asked, hands clasped in front of her.
"Oh, nothing," I waved my hand. "Pretty sure that Trevor is the only guy she's ever
