Flasher steps back to look at the setup of the room; a wide padded mat to handle anything the girls can dish out on one another, colour coded corners and shoulder bands, a few oils (as wishful thinking), and most importantly three video cameras, each with HD resolution and automatic focus, perfect for capturing every heart pounding and intimate moment for replay at his leisure later. Rubbing his hands together expectantly, he checks his handiwork for the umpteenth time, inspect the cameras again. Tonight he'll have a front row seat as Apple and Victoria tussle for supremacy, and no matter the outcome of their match, he's in for a treat either way. With the victor claiming her opponent and her man as spoils he'll get to sample the lascivious chocolate curves of Victoria and the tight athletic body of Apple.
There's a knock on the door and Flasher stumbles over himself in his haste to answer it. Hurrying over, he calls out, "Who is it?" A polite male voice responds, "It's us," he's interrupted by a muffled giggle before he continues, "John and Victoria." Flasher smiles to himself as he opens the door. John stands at the door, a pleasant smile on his face. He nods to Flasher before turning to Victoria and beckoning her to enter first. Stepping inside, Victoria encompasses Flasher's vision like an eclipse, amazingly beautiful but just as painful to look at directly. Walking past him, she flashes him a sultry smile and strides into the room confidently. John gives another nod to Flasher as he enters the room as well, stepping to the side as he begins to rummage through a duffel bag.
As Victoria takes in the room, Flasher takes in Victoria starting from the ground up. She wears an open toed sandal-shoe with a small heel; it's not much but enough to give her the lift to showcase her shapely legs. Legs that seem to go on forever as Flasher traces them with his eyes until his view is cut off by the magnificence of her ass.
It was wide, it was thick, it was large, and whilst similar sized posteriors spoke of flabby excesses of cellulite, this was something that had been worked on, trimmed and toned, sculpted and moulded, excising any imperfections until what remained was in short, booty. Every step resulted in a gratuitous, yet controlled bounce. She moved in a sultry mesmerising rhythm that made young men feel the need to take a few cold showers whilst old men would loosen their collars and wish for younger days. A poet could write sonnet after sonnet on its magnificence, its movements, and most of all, its magnitude. Anything else would end up under plain covers. The overall effect was calculated to hit the male libido like a freight train of sex.
Finally making it past her ass, Flasher made it into curve country. He knew he was staring, but remained mesmerized as his gaze travelled up along every inch of her hourglass figure in eager anticipation of what was next in store.
"Like what you see hun?" the voice wasn't so much accusing as it was amused. Flasher's gaze snapped up the last few inches to look at Victoria who was looking straight at him, smiling unnervingly as walked towards him. "So now that you've had your eyeful tell me this hun... do you feel the need for a cold shower..." she drew level with him, languorously draping an arm over his shoulder pulling him close, "Or a hot fuck?" Her voice sent shivers up and down his spine and it didn't help matters that now her breasts were barrelling right into his chest. Flasher knew he was getting an erection and frankly, that wouldn't have concerned him too much with Victoria coming onto him as she was. What did make it awkward was that John was patiently standing by, watching them impassively. The thought struck Flasher that Victoria's husband wasn't worried, and had no reason to worry especially if what Victoria claimed what was in his pants was accurate.
Stiffening a little more at this though, Flasher was nether-the-less unnerved at John's patience. Thankfully, Apple chose to enter the fray at that exact point in time, defusing things with the tact of an arthritic demolition man, "Well, well, looks like zeppelin-tits is trying to sway the judge's opinion from the get go." Apple and Victoria's eyes meet. They smile at one another in a friendly way but Apple's eyes tell a different story, shooting Vicky a look that says, 'Oh no you didn't.' Victoria returns it with a look of her own that states, 'Oh yes I did. AND I'd do it again too.'
This silent exchange completed Apple sniffs and breaks eye contact with Victoria, turning away airily. Her gaze falls on John, sitting there peacefully oblivious to the girl's exchange, and Apple smiles. Following her line of sight, Vicky's eyes narrow as she glares at Apple sending the message, 'Don't even dare.' But Apple is neither looking, nor in a receptive mood as she strides over to John, a wicked gleam in her eye. She calls back to Victoria over her shoulder, "Right then, since you've gone after my husband, I might as well go after yours," Apple faces towards John and gives him a smile, "Come on then lover boy, face front. I want your eyes on me and I need you to watch every move I make." Victoria turns to watch Apple suspiciously, an eyebrow twitching but she smirks and leans back, keeping an arm wrapped meaningfully around Flasher.
Confident that all eyes were on her, Apple began her little strip show. Even before she removed a single piece of clothing, Apple was already showing a substantial amount of skin. As she turned to face Victoria giving her a wink that set the black girls teeth on edge, she bent forward provocatively thrusting her prizewinning ass up into John's lap. It was indeed as toned and as trim as had advertised, and it was all wrapped up in a pair of denim hot pants that looked hot enough to start smoking any minute as they barely managed to restrain their contents.
Then there was her choice in make-up. If you wanted to be polite about it, you could say it gave her a sexual edge that would stir the loins of any man. On the other hand, if you wanted to be truthful about it, you'd have to admit that it made her look slutty... but in a way that hinted that a sexual edge was but the tip of her abilities.
However, even though she had her ass pressed into John's lap it was her top was where all the attention was. She was wearing a fairly simple white vest top, which was revealing enough as it was, but add to the fact that it was nearly sheer enough to see her skin through it added magnitudes of sexual appeal to it. Pulling it even tighter against her, she slowly worked it up her body revealing bit by bit, a lean little set of abs. As his gaze followed the steadily rising fabric, John's eyebrows peaked up some as she slid the fabric to a halt along the underside of her breasts. Apple smiled seductively down at him, watching him for a few moments, building the pause up... until she pulled the top up in one swift movement and revealed her precious tits. At least, that's what it looked like. Although not overtly large, Apple's pert little apples were huge compared to the slim steak of nothing that constituted for a top. A miniscule bright red triangle bikini, held together by a slip of red shoestring, which barely contrived in covering her nipples.
