I was about to settle in for a quiet night after a long run and a shower, when I get a text from an old flame, Mal, that I had met in an Irish bar on St. Patrick's day.
"I'm wearing my black dress I keep telling you about," she said, followed by a picture message.
Her friend was wearing the exact same dress too and they both looked amazing.
"Who's your friend?" I asked. "She's almost as cute as you are."
"Oh you don't know her, but I've told her aaallll about you. We're actually going to be at a birthday party for a while in your 'hood," she said.
"Well, text me if you want to swing by afterward, oh, and Mal, bring your friend too," I replied.
Three hours later and I get a text that read, "We're coming over, be there in ten."
"Sounds good," I replied while actually thinking, "jackpot!"
The doorbell rings and I invite them in.
"Hi, nice to meet you," I say to her friend. She smiles and replies coyly, "Hey."
"She looks like trouble Mal," I joked.
"She's the girl your mommy warned you about," she replied.
"Haha, does she have a name?"
"I do," she said, "but you don't need to know that yet."
"Why's that?" I asked.
"Because it's hotter for you if you don't know it," she replied.
Game on.
They wore matching black dresses, and black leather belts with a hollow square chrome buckle. They had Cuban-heeled shoes which gave their legs a nice lift and made their calves look firm and defined. Their dresses were figure-hugging but had a crew neck, a hem that landed just below their knees, and short sleeves, so they looked both sexy and classy.
"No one would suspect how naughty you are in those dresses," I said. "I know, right?" Mal giggled.
They were dressed for a night on the town, but they were now here for our mutual pleasure.
They both wore hooped earrings, had light makeup on, and they both were wearing a thin, dainty necklace. Mal's hair was long and curly and she wore it down, which she knew I liked.
They had similar slim but curvy builds. Mal's ebony skin had a darker than usual tone from the summer sun that glowed, and her friend had a pale white complexion much like myself.
I invited them into the kitchen where they hung up their jackets. I made Mal a mocktail as she quit drinking some time ago, and I made her friend a frothy whiskey sour before I made an old fashion for myself. They were impressed with my cocktail skills.
"That's not all he's good at," Mal said to her still nameless friend.
Mal then led us into my bedroom, which was spacious and uplit with a few lamps. I had some relaxed beats playing at low volume in the background, and I had a scented candlelit to create a good vibe for them.
I sat on the end of my bed while Mal sat on a shell chair beside my bay window dining table and the nameless girl got comfortable in my office chair at my workstation. She was swiveling gently with her legs crossed and her unzipped shoe dangling seductively and precariously from her toes. I sat on the end of my bed facing them and was barely containing my excitement.
"Look what I picked up today," Mal said, as she pulled out a pair of white furry handcuffs.
"And what are they for then Mal?" I asked, playing dumb while poorly concealing a smirk.
"They're so you can look and admire, but not touch."
She pulled out my shell chair and placed it in between the three of us.
"Sit," she ordered, before swigging some of her mocktail from her coupe glass.
"Okay boss lady," I joked.
She removed my fitted v-neck t-shirt and tied my hands together with the furry handcuffs behind the back of the chair.
"So, you like my friend as well then?" Mal asked.
I just smiled and replied, "Maybe."
"Paul has a thing for you girl, what do you think about that?"
Mal turned to her friend who just nodded slowly and assertively.
"Well, lucky for you we decided to give you a little show tonight," Mal said.
I knew Mal was into pole dancing for exercise and I told her one time I'd love her to give me a lapdance someday so, I was beginning to see where this was going and I was all about it.
