Ben held the phone up in the air.
"Amelia?" he called out.
"Uhuh?" Her voice, thick sounding as if caused by a cold, came back down the hallway to him.
"Jon and Bella want us to go to theirs this Saturday night. For dinner. You good for that?"
"Mmm," came back the response.
Ben spoke into the phone's mouthpiece.
"Jon, we're on. What time? Excellent. We'll bring the booze. Great, mate. Talk later."
Ben hung up and hurried back to the bedroom. Amelia was lying exactly where he'd left her -- on her side, ankles and wrists bound together, gag in her mouth.
"Sorry, babe. Now, where were we?"
Beneath her gag, Amelia's mouth turned up in a lazy grin. Ben selected a large dildo, one of several in a bag, and moved towards her.
--o0o—
Amelia and Bella were both very attractive women -- slender yet curvaceous, one blonde, the other brunette; they were used to the appreciative looks they attracted from both men and women. There was something very healthy looking about them, and at the same time their sex appeal was quite animalistic. You felt that they were like cats under the skin -- sinewy, lithe, yet also soft and warm.
They were both dancers, working in night clubs as 'go-gos in a cage' and private clubs for 'the discerning gentleman and lady'. On more than one occasion they had been confused as lovers or sisters and both assumptions made them laugh.
Their boyfriends, on the other hand, were quite dissimilar in looks and personality. Ben was tall and blonde, well built, with the chiseled attractive looks of a man who almost made model grade. Jon, while Ben's equal in height, was solidly built and rugged rather than handsome. He looked as though he had climbed straight out of an outback story. The former was a director in a property development business while the latter was a solicitor, about to be made partner in a well known law firm. People often became confused trying to work out who did what because their exterior appearances belied their actual profession. Like their girlfriends, they were great friends and both were very glad that their girlfriends shared as deep a friendship as they themselves did. It made life so much easier in all ways.
On Saturday evening, Amelia parked her Mercedes convertible near Jon and Bella's apartment block. She and Ben linked arms and strolled along the street, enjoying the late summer's balmy twilight. Ben noticed the admiring looks his girlfriend drew towards them and he squeezed her hand in his.
"You happy, Mel?" he asked.
"Very, sweetheart," she replied. She was thinking about the evening ahead. She felt an excitement trill through her.
Jon and Bella lived in a beautiful apartment on the 27th floor of a highrise building on the coast. The views were extensive and the apartment, built over two levels, was palatial. Ben and Amelia aspired to a similar glory but in the meantime were very happy to revel in their friends' gorgeous home.
Amelia in fact saw the apartment as almost a second home. She was there almost as much as Bella, visiting on her days off, so much so that the Reception staff no longer made her sign in. In fact just this week she had spent a number of happy hours with Bella as they had made plans for the evening they were now embarking on.
They were met at the door by Jon, two glasses of Champagne ready which he thrust into their willing hands. He hugged them both and led them through to the lounge room. Bella was just finishing lighting the final candles. She looked gorgeous in the soft lighting which put highlights in her long chocolate coloured hair. Dressed in a black velvet catsuit which emphasized her lean and muscular limbs, she was the antithesis of Amelia who, with her long blond hair, white lacy dress and 4 inch white sandals looked like a snow angel. They hugged and kissed and walked off to the kitchen, leaving the two men alone.
Jon made sure the girls were out of sight and hearing before speaking.
"Did you bring it?"
"Yeah, under the Champagne." Ben held up the Esky and Jon lifted the lid off. He pulled out three bottles and saw the long flat package underneath.
He grinned. "Excellent. Bella is so going to love me tonight." He scooped up the package and placing the bottles back in the cooler, he put his finger to his lips before pantomiming a sinister creeping out of the room.
Ben walked into the kitchen, surprising Bella and Amelia who were standing very close to each other, seeming to be whispering. For a moment, his rampant imagination had them kissing but they broke away casually and didn't seem embarrassed so he decided he had been wrong.
Bella jumped forward. "Here, let me have that. I'll put the bottles in the fridge." She took the cooler and opened up the vast fridge.
