I was at a nightclub that was within walking distance of my place. I rented a unit that used to be the living accommodations for a shop. The shop owner had built a thriving little concern and built a nice house out in the suburbs. Being a thrifty man he renovated the living quarters and rented them out. It made a very nice little flat and was quite central to the city. My work was fairly close as were shops, transport, and sundry other businesses, such as the nightclub.
I'd met a couple of girls while I was there, Jennifer and Annette. They were college students, both around nineteen, which fitted in nicely with my twenty. They were nice girls, not too forward, but friendly. They were also watching what they drank, drinking in moderation and taking care that they didn't leave their drinks unattended.
They were much of a muchness in looks, both tall and slender, with curves in all the right places. Jennifer was, ah, let us say somewhat more stacked that Annette. This doesn't mean that Annette didn't have a decent bust line, because she did. It was just that Jennifer was a size or three larger in that area.
The girls were enough alike that I initially asked if they were sisters, being told that they were not.
"I wish," grumbled Annette. "If we were sisters I'd probably have more here." She patted her bust.
"I wouldn't worry about that," I told her. "You have a very attractive set yourself. Haven't you seen the guys eyeing you?"
She blushed slightly, her hand giving a little wiggle in a maybe type of signal.
As far as I was concerned the girls were the best part of the nightclub that night. Every so often they have live bands, supposedly to give local bands a chance to hit the spotlight. The bands playing tonight had slim chance of hitting the spotlight any time soon, if ever. In face the band that was currently playing was going to be lucky not to have the opposite happen, with the spotlight hitting them. I was tempted to wield one myself just to brain their atrocious singer.
"This is bullshit, to put it politely," I told the girls. "I'm departing. I live a five minute walk from here. What say we grab a six pack and adjourn to my place and watch some videos?"
"Um, what's your number?" asked Annette.
I gave it to her and she typed on her phone. A few moments later my phone chimed a message. Basically it said, 'gone with the guy who owns this number'. I wasn't the only recipient. Fair enough. Quite reasonable of her to cover their backs.
"Hey, just a moment," said Jennifer. "If we go with him how do we know he won't try to molest us?"
"She has a point," said Annette. "Will you be trying to molest us if we go to your place?"
"Of course," I said, surprised that they needed to ask.
"What?" said Jennifer.
"I said of course. Did you think for one moment that I wouldn't? That doesn't mean that you have to fall for my charms. You're quite entitled to slap me down."
"Well?" Annette asked Jennifer and she shrugged.
"We might as well," she agreed. "This band is going to give me a hangover without me needing to overindulge. Just excuse me for a minute. Are you coming, Annette."
Annette shook her head, making shooing motions with her hand. Jennifer turned and headed in the direction of the ladies room.
"Are you really going to try to molest us?" Annette asked.
"I am. I'm just considering what form the molestation will take. I think with Jennifer I'll have to start stroking her and let it build."
"I see. And what are your intentions towards me?"
"Are you sure you want to know?"
At her nod I smiled.
"Well, once we're in my flat I intend to bend you over the nearest firm object and remove your panties. Then, depending on your choice, I will bend you forward over said object or lean you back against it, and ravish you while Jennifer watches, shocked."
"Why do I get the choice?"
"You might like to watch as my cock penetrates you and if so you need to lean back. That's all."
"And what if I choose neither option?"
"Then you miss out and I switch to plan B."
