Once I got home from the hotel, I collapsed into bed for a few hours. Once I woke up, I made sure to check out the chat room, and I wasn't disappointed. The second my screen name appeared, all of the ladies were congratulating me on standing up to Becky, and asking what kind of night I had with Lola. Being a gentleman, I refused to kiss and tell, but several of the women made pretty shrewd guesses. One of them went so far as to send me a private message promising to give me an experience that "would make Lola seem a total amateur". Of course, I followed up on that one, and set a date for later in the week, in the interests of research, of course.
About an hour after I got there, Lola popped in, and immediately sent me a message asking for my home phone number. I gave it to her, and almost immediately, the phone rang.
"Hey, sexy! Did you sleep well?"
"Like a rock. Out cold for about five hours. I'm feeling a lot better now, though."
"Good, I'm glad to hear that. I was worried Monique and I were going to wear you out to the point that you would want to back out tonight. I think you'll have a lot of fun tonight. I will tell you that this is a slightly different party than you might think. It's actually...no, I think I'll let you be surprised. I know you'll like it, though. Got a pen? I'll give you my address, so you can meet me here, and we'll drive over there together."
I wrote down her address, noting it was in a pretty good part of town, and promised to be at her place by 6:30 pm. I hung out in the chat room for a little while longer, fielded a few more propositions from the ladies, and called it a day. A long hot shower, and a quick dress later, and I was on the road to Lola's place. I pulled up in front of her building, and headed inside. The doorman asked whom I was planning on visiting, and when I said her name, he smiled.
"Miss Lola is one of the better tenants in the building, always very considerate and friendly. I'll announce you upstairs."
I made my way to the elevator after he told me where to go and when I got to her door it was cracked open.
"Lola? You here?"
"Come on in, Eric. Close the door behind you, would you please? Make yourself a drink if you like and come on back."
I fixed myself a drink, as offered, and made my way to her bedroom. When I walked in, she was dressed in a tiny pink thong and matching pink bra that pushed her big breasts up and out quite nicely. She was debating over which dress she should wear, and after the welcoming kiss, asked my opinion.
"What do you think, lover? Red, or black?"
"Neither. I think you're horribly overdressed, and need to take everything off at once."
She laughed, and smacked my arm.
"There's plenty of time for that later, sexy man. Which one do you like better, red or black?"
"Honestly, you can never go wrong with black. Look at me."
I was wearing black slacks and a pale gray shirt, topped with a black blazer my ex-wife hated, which was why I wore it as much as I did. Lola's eyes roamed my body, and she grinned.
"Looking quite nice, I must admit. That blazer looks really sharp on you."
"My ex hated it."
"Well, she obviously has no taste. She let you get away, didn't she?"
I laughed.
"That's exactly what I've been saying for awhile, and no one believes me. Most of our friends think I did something horrible to her to forcer her to cheat on me the way she did, and they all think I'm some sort of evil bastard for taking so much of her money in the divorce. I keep telling them I'm not the one that tried to hide everything in an attempt to screw me over, but they don't listen. Must be why I don't hang out with those friends anymore."
She smiled, and kissed me gently.
"Well, now you have me and Monique as new friends, and if what I heard is true, there are ladies lining up to sample the goods from the chat room. Sounds like you're better off than those jerks you used to be friends with."
We laughed, and she finished getting dressed. It took less than 15 minutes for Lola to get made up and ready, a fact every man can appreciate. There's nothing worse than a woman that takes hours to get dressed, and changes the outfit a dozen times in the process. We left her apartment, and walked arm in arm to my car. The doorman tipped his hat to us when we left, and I grinned at him. What else could I do?
Lola gave me the directions to this party, and I found the place easily. There were about twenty cars parked near the house, and more pulling up all the time. Lola led the way right in, and the first thing I noticed was that all of the women were of the plus-sized variety. There were no truly skinny women at all, and all of the guys gave off this vibe that said, "I'm lucky to be here, and I know it". Lola led me straight to the backyard, where a bar was set up, and also a long runway over the pool, leading to a stage at the far side.