Ever since they were both little girls, sisters Courtney and Elizabeth Ross had wanted a big, lavish, elaborate double wedding. Not even a year apart, the sisters had grown up like twins and were joined at the hip. You never saw the elder Courtney without the younger Elizabeth in tow. They liked the same things, listened to the same music and liked the same TV shows. They never bickered, as sisters often do and they shared everything. Even their taste in boys was similar, so if Beth didn't like one of her older sister's dates, he wasn't going to last very long, or vice-versa. Their instincts were always spot-on. Some of their friends would go on to date the boy that Beth or Courtney had not liked and he would invariably turn out to be a creep, cheap or a total loser. The Ross sisters liked class and sophistication, even from an early age. They liked their boys to be smart and to be gentlemen.
The sisters got engaged within a week of each other to successful young attorneys who had also been friends since childhood. Their boyfriends even played together on the school football team. It all seemed like some idyllic fairy tale.
So when their respective fiancés ditched both of them at the same time to marry a pair of identical twins they had met at their bachelor party, the girls were completely devastated. Neither of them had seen it coming. Both liked the other's fiancé and both sisters thought they had picked honorable, trustworthy men. Their boyfriends even got along well together and didn't seem to mind the constant double-dates.
"We need to go out," Courtney told her sister as they tried to recover from the embarrassment. "Go out clubbing, kick up our heels and maybe meet some nice guys. Neither of us is 25 yet, we're still hot and look good in a mini!"
"Speak for yourself," Beth laughed. "You've got the legs for a mini, I don't."
"You have great legs for your size, stop fishing for compliments," Courtney told her sometimes-insecure sister. "You're just petite, like mom is," Courtney argued. That was the only way the sisters differed, their looks. Courtney was a tall, tanned California blonde and her sister had the mother's European looks and skin tone. "You also got mom's boobs, you lucky bitch. Come on Beth, I am not going to sit around our apartment sulking over Bobby and Brian, I want to get on with my life!"
"You're right, you're always right," Beth sighed. "It's a very annoying habit, stop that!" She allowed herself a small laugh. "I do have a few new naughty pairs of Jimmy Choos that I've been dying to try on; I thought I'd dazzle my hubby with them and some naughty lingerie on our wedding night. Okay, a night out dancing sounds good. I can practice my stripper moves," she giggled. Elizabeth had been taking pole dancing classes from an exotic dancer friend of hers. She wanted her marriage and sex life to be fun, Brian could be a little --
sedate
-- in bed, she had complained to Courtney.
The girls took out what they wanted to wear. Instead of a mini, Beth opted for leather pants that Brian would have locked her away for daring to wear. You could have counted the wrinkles on her butt. She added a very low-cut, risqué blouse and a bit of bling to draw the eye to her best feature -- her 34D tits, which she was never too ashamed to display. Court was right about one thing, the Ross sisters were H-O-T.
"Want to take the Jag? I'll even let you drive," Courtney said to her sister, throwing her the keys. Courtney made a lot more in her job as Art Curator for the local museum than her sister did as a legal secretary. It also afforded her more luxuries, like the fancy car and the designer leather mini, sexy blouse and high-end Louis Vuttons she was sporting. Better look out world, the Ross sisters were free and single again!
Courtney chose a club both of them had frequented some years earlier, knowing that there would be familiar faces there if both of them had too quiet a night or if they just wanted to relax and chill with other friends. As per usual, the place was hopping and the beat made the siblings want to get up and dance -- so dance they did. Beth sure had some moves, her sister thought. The pole dancing classes had served her well. Courtney always thought that her gorgeous, brunette baby sister undersold herself. She didn't take a backseat to anyone and whatever man ended up with Beth would end up a winner. It didn't even have to be a man -- as the sisters confessed everything to each other, Courtney knew that Beth and her dancing instructor had gotten a bit looped one night and fallen into bed together -- and several times since. Courtney admired her sister for that. She might have been the one who
looked
brave and adventurous, but it was actually Beth who was the risk taker. Her younger sister had even gone sky diving. That wasn't for Courtney; she kept her long legs firmly planted on the ground.
"We should split up and meet back here in an hour," Beth suggested. "I think the odds are better that we'll meet a hot guy if we don't hang out together. Remember, not everyone in this club is straight and we don't look like sisters," she giggled merrily.
"What are your limits tonight?" Courtney asked. "Sex or no sex?"
"I was supposed to be on my honeymoon next week, so I haven't had sex in a few weeks," Elizabeth told her sister. "If I meet a guy I want to fuck, I'm going for it. I need to get
fucked
, what about you?"
"Same here, but who gets the apartment?" Courtney asked.
Elizabeth looked at her sister in puzzlement. "It is a two bedroom apartment, what's the big deal?"
Courtney chuckled. "With very thin walls. Obviously, you don't remember the one time you brought Brian home the same night I brought home Bobby."
Beth rolled her eyes. She had forgotten, but now it was all coming back in crystal clarity. "Okay, we don't need to decide that now. Maybe only one of us will get lucky or maybe we can get our guys to pop for a hotel," she said. "Let's go get our groove thing going and have some fun," she grinned.
"Groove thing?" Courtney teased her sibling. "What year were you born, 1979? Get going, `Peaches' and I'll see you later," she laughed as her sister went off to shake a shapely tailfeather. Courtney scoped out the crowd and saw that there were more than a few interesting prospects. She found herself checking out the women as well. She admired Beth's boldness at taking a foray into bi-sexuality. Maybe someday, she herself would be bold enough to try it. She certainly found women beautiful and being in the art world, she was always looking at paintings of beautiful women.
After a few dances with different men, she found herself drawn to a stunning specimen of a male named Glenn. He stood almost 6'4" in height, had wavy dark hair, a dazzling smile and deep brown eyes. He was also wearing a nice suit and his shoes sparkled, they were so well shined. This was a man who took pride in his appearance, something that both sisters were very appreciative of. She instantly knew that her sister would like Glenn and she flirted shamelessly with the handsome stock broker. Her intentions were made clear to him -- she wanted him in bed and tonight, if not sooner! He excused himself as Courtney suggested they meet back up at the bar. She went to find her sister and see how Elizabeth had made out. She found her sister talking with a man in a beautiful dark suit. He turned around and smiled as Courtney approached. It was Glenn, how had he found Elizabeth before she had?
