The group came to another outdoor seating area. Amy led them through a short array of tables, some of which were occupied although most weren't, and past a few outdoor, umbrella-shaped heaters, until they came to a table with two young women. It took both men a moment to recognize their own daughters, as their transformation was as complete and remarkable as Amy's. Their daughters had changed their hairstyles, wore atypical clothing, and even exhibited a more mature and sophisticated demeanor.
"We thought you'd gotten lost out there." Heather said, as she stood up and vacated her seat.
Across the small table, Rochelle also stood up. Both daughters took in what their fathers were wearing.
"The pimps are here." Amy announced.
Both daughters chuckled at the designation.
"The black pimp will sit here and the white pimp will sit over here." Amy directed.
Knowing it was all part of the act, Spencer went over to Heather's side of the table, while Tom stayed near Rochelle. As the two men settled onto the wide chairs their daughters had just vacated, they noticed only a total of three seats around the table. Out of habit, Tom nearly got up to pull two more chairs, but Amy got in his way.
"Sit, sit, sit." The blonde insisted.
"Waiter." Heather called out, stopping a worker in his tracks. "We'd like five beers. A lighter ale would be fine."
The waiter came over and checked Heather's ID, nodded, and walked away.
Tom nearly blurted out a query as to how in the heck Heather had gotten away with it, since his daughter was only eighteen. The lingering threat of Amy's slap, however, kept him quiet.
Expecting the reaction, Heather tossed the driver's license onto the table, where Tom could reach out and scoop it up. It had Heather's picture on it, sure enough, with a false name and address. Officially, the card stated that Heather was twenty-one. The counterfeit looked in every way, shape and form just like the ID Tom had in his own pocket. For good measure, Rochelle and Amy produced fake IDs of their own. Knowing the waiter would come and card them, the girls tossed them on the table, too.
Spencer reached out for Rochelle's, but he scrutinized it only briefly, as if holding the ID too long might result in a slap heading his way. He tossed it back on the table. "You cats did a good job on those. As a matter of fact, you cats look like you're doing a good job on everything."
"We're good at it." Amy said. "Let me tell you about the dress sandy cat is wearing. This is a strapless sequin dress. It has silver sequins over gold sheath. It also has a straight neckline just like my dress, and it fits close to the body. Won't you do a turn for us, sandy cat?"
The cloth clung to Heather's pronounce curves, both men noticed. Since Tom was an Ass Man when he wasn't happy being a Tit Man, he couldn't help but suspire at the way his daughter's big butt looked in it.
"Have a seat, sandy cat." Amy motioned.
This threw Tom off for a moment, as Amy had directed Heather toward Spencer's chair. Sure enough, Heather went and plopped her big butt right on Spencer's lap. Even Spencer looked surprised. This caused Heather to give him a light slap on the cheek.
"Well, you didn't think I was going to sit on the floor, did you?" Heather flirted.
Tom watched as his daughter made her self comfortable, even going as far as leaning into Spencer's shoulder and hoisting an arm around his neck. Her juicy breasts were only inches from Spencer's face.
"Black cat, step over here and into the light." Amy made the request.
Rochelle walked over.
"Black cat is wearing an ivory and gold strapless dress, more of a party dress really, but not entirely inappropriate in this setting. It has a sweetheart bodice with an alluring cutout in the back, and what is known as an A-line mini skirt. Take a turn, black cat, before you take your seat."
Rochelle made a soft pirouette, showing off her exposed upper back, before she went over to where Tom was sitting. As Spencer watched, the black girl arched her back to round her ass out for Tom, before she slipped onto his lap.
The two fathers were staring at their daughters, and at the man across from them. Before anything else was said, the waiter returned with their beverages. He did pause to examine the IDs left on the table, but a quick glance at the two men was all he needed to approve them. As soon as the cargo was set down, off the waiter went in another direction.
Heather reached out for her beer and a second for Spencer.
"This is a rather interesting situation we have here, pimp." Spencer said, which set all three girls to laughing.
Tom didn't know what to say. His daughter was sitting on Spencer's lap! What the hell was that all about?
"Oh, I'd say it's going to get a lot more interesting than this." Amy said, as she moved her chair over to where she could keep an eye out on the other tables. "So, my pretty kitties, should we go with a red light, green light warning system, or alternate turns, or what?"
"I'll defer to sandy cat's decision." Rochelle said.
"Why thank you." Heather replied. "The light system is fine, and let's see if we can get away with short, alternating turns."
"Check." Amy said, as she scanned across the small courtyard. "We've got the waiter on the move. He's heading back into the service door. And, three, two, one, green light."
Heather reached down for Spencer's free hand. The teen set it directly on her breast. She lifted her neck and arched her back, further prodding her breast into Spencer's fingers. Across the table, pangs of resentment streaked through Tom.
"Red light." Amy said. "The bastard waiter's out again, carrying dishes. Keep your cool, kitties. He's dropping off; he's dropping off. Now he's pestering the next table over."
Tom used the moment to reach out and grab his beer, which he took a quick swig of.
Amy kept up her surveillance. "Waiter's on the move, on the move. Black cat... you are... go."
Rochelle had to wait until Tom lowered his bottle, as his other hand was pressed behind her. The black girl took the free hand and also set it on one of her breasts. Once in place, she used her hand to rub Tom's hand against her.
"How we doing over there, pimp?" Spencer's voice came across as irritated as Tom was feeling. "You getting a good handful?"
What was Tom supposed to say to that?
They both heard Amy giggling.
"So, this is your idea of fun?" Spencer said. "Well, let me tell you something, I don't like it one..."
SMACK! Heather slapped him across the face.
This time, Amy really cut loose with the laughs.
Even Rochelle struggled to hold back a chuckle.
"I'm okay, I'm okay." Spencer said. "All right, I see what the game is here. Hey, pimp! As long as we don't have any hard feelings on your side, I'll try to maintain on my end."
The three teenage vixens had done a good job of setting them up, Tom realized. They were pitting one father against the other, possibly to antagonize them into starting a fight with each other. But they'd sure gone through a whole lot of trouble to do so, with the long drive and the fancy get-up and the hotel and everything. So that idea didn't really make sense. The girls were after sex, they had to be, but they were being really sneaky in the way they were going about to get it.
"Yellow cat, what is the point to us sitting here, while these other cats are teasing us?" Tom asked.
"You tell me." Amy replied. "Oh! Red light! We've got movement! Two couples moving from the outside to the inside of the hotel. Hold your horses, because they'll be coming right by us."
As Rochelle removed his hand from her bosom, and reached out for her beer, Tom used the break to think. The girls had brought them all the way down there. By all impressions they had probably rented a room already, but they hadn't taken the two men inside yet. That meant they were trying to accomplish something outside that for some reason they couldn't do inside. Heather and Rochelle were deliberately teasing each father in order to... No, they weren't teasing them at all, Tom realized. They were softening the two fathers up.
"I need a minute to confer with my fellow pimp in private." Tom announced. "Are we going to have a problem with that?"
"Take your time." Amy said. "Cats, let them have their little moment."
Both Heather and Rochelle left the chairs.
Spencer got up, while Tom scanned the nearby area until he saw a quiet nook where they could talk. He said, "Let's go over here."
The brooding black man followed, but Tom didn't turn to face him until he made sure there was nobody else around.
"Are you mad at me?" Tom asked.
"I'm trying not to be, but I am getting there." Spencer said.
"I think I figured out what the girls are up to, and it's not to get us mad at each other."
"Well, they sure as hell fooled me!"
