[Β©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE]
[Sister uses brother's home for girls' night out; brother figures out how to use them for his night out.]
Here we go again. My sister Janet called, asking me if she could use my digs for her girls' night out. My sister and three of her housewife friends would take Thursday nights off from their boring husbands and stifling homes for a girls' only night on the town. Frankly, I was delighted to provide them a big card table, refreshments, and anything else in the (vain?) hope that at least one of them would make herself 'available'.
Some facts so you can keep score. The 'girls' were women, aged 19 to 39. There was my sister Janet, 23, blonde, five foot five, with a model's figure (say 34B-22-35). She looked like the old 'actress' Ginger Lynn; very modest up top but incredibly hot otherwise. The other three were Candy, 19, another blonde hellcat like sis; Paula, 26, a quiet redhead; and Esther, 39, a buxom soccer mom and MILF.
It would have been a straight-forward story if the 'ladies' simply came over, played cards, and went home. It wasn't that way, though. There was a constant repartee' between myself and the girls. It might have been sexual tensionβI'm not sure. One Thursday in particular stood out:
Candy: "Ah, it's wimp dick as our host again; how quaint. What type of entertainment do you have for us, or will it be another short night?"
Me: "It might be if you keep talking like that; as short as your husband's dick...what was it, two or three inches?" [The other women all made the "woo" sound, like 'them is fighting words.']
Challenged, Candy came up to me, making me stand by grabbing my lapels; she laid an incredible French kiss on me. Then she put both her hands on my shoulders and kneed me in the family jewels. Now, she did that at a fraction of her full power, doing it just for effect. Nonetheless, the other girls applauded wildly. I played along, doubling over and falling back into my chair.
Me: "Ladies, I have worked out your itinerary for tonight. Frankly, I don't think you can follow anything intelligently, even a simple schedule. So, my sister will be the referee; all the women that follow my schedule get a $100 gift certificate to Macy's. Now go out, have fun, and don't do anything that I haven't done."
That pack of jackals left to follow my itinerary. I had a plan that would make them crawl the walls by the end of the evening; then they were to come back to my lair before going home. My sister always told me everything; from what she said, at least three of the women had cycles that coincided, and this was a fertile time for them. It would be sweet indeed if I could bed maybe one of them and get them in the family way. Well, that was my hope, however unlikely.
First stop was a private show for women only. It was from a major department store and featured fashion for men for the coming season. I figured that some of the male models might appeal to our four heroic women, since the show was sponsored by Jockey brand.
Next up was the live stage show. In California, unlike anywhere else except for New Orleans, they had not just strip clubs but simulated sex act clubs. There both male and female performers would go on stage and pretend to 'do it'. I had to rely upon my sister for most of what follows...
When the four women got to the club, they each had a ring side seat. As was normal, the stripper (female) would come out first. Another thing, as with NOLA, the strippers tended to be older. This woman was maybe 55, though in incredible shape. To my sister's surprise, two of her girlfriends were watching the opening act with rapt attention. One of them had puffy, tear-filled eyes and a moist mouth, the other one simply licking her lips as the stripper came over to them and shook her mature but perfect breasts. As my sister and her best friend Paula backed up in their chairs, the other two leaned forward, almost drooling, as the stripper sat on her heels and displayed herself...in detail. To the shock of all three including the turned-on Esther, Candy couldn't resist and bent forward, kissing a tanned, silky thigh, inches from the gateway to heaven on that MILF performer.
The stripper stood up and took a bow. Then it was stage lights out; in seconds there was a lavish bed and backdrop set up. To the laughter of the audience, the 18 year old male stripper took the stage, skipping as if he were an innocent school boy. Now all four of the women watched in almost religious silence and attention. The inside joke was that this older woman was his first love, whether a family friend or, gasp, someone in his family, perhaps even his...
To the favorite tune of strippers, "Down on Main Street", the two simulated some sexy positions. It was at once both silly and sexy; the two actors were obviously not actually doing anything but gymnastics. Still, they were both in great shape and the action appeared intense. The high point, to the hilarity of the audience, was when he used a squirt gun near where his 'other gun' was hiding under restraint. The milky fluid he sprayed, covering her face, was in fact convincing enough that before the laughter and applause, more than a few in the small crowd got a little short of breath.
My sister had trouble gathering that small herd together, what with them liberally soused and now turned on. Fortunately, like me, my sister didn't drink so she was their perpetual 'designated driver'. Next stop Chippendale's.