Two weeks after the first party, all five men found themselves standing on Rachel's doorstep. By tacit agreement, the party was to be where it had been held the first time, since that location had worked out so well. This time Brian knocked on the door while Dan, Matt, Jeff, and Jon stood laughing behind him.
"Come in," called a husky female voice.
"Party time, boys," grinned Brian, as he opened the door and stepped inside.
The men came into the entryway and stopped at the entrance to the dining room to appreciate the sight before them. The room was set up to resemble an olden-day saloon. The carpet had been rolled away so two round tables and big wooden chairs rested on the bare wood floor. The tables were pushed together so everyone would have a chair facing the bar that had been placed in front of where the stage had been. An upright grand piano was placed diagonally to the bar, keys facing the room. As before, though, what really drew the men's attention were the outfits of their servers for the evening.
"Hell, yeah," said Daniel quietly under his breath as Jeff elbowed him, grinning.
Rachel was standing behind the bar, visible from the waist up, wearing a black corset, tightly laced up the front with a pink ribbon. The corset had pushed her breasts up and together, exposing her dark areoles almost to the nipple. Her hair was done up in raven curls, a few of which were hanging down over her shoulder to lie against the creamy flesh of her breast. Her corset matched Linda's, who was also wearing a choker, a pink quartz stone hanging between her breasts from a black satin ribbon. Linda lounged against the side of the piano, her hands behind her, thrusting her breasts up over the top of her corset. She had one leg bent, the ankle-length black boot propped against the piano.
"Those tights are so fucking hot!" Jeff whispered excitedly to Matt, checking out the black fishnet tights both Linda and Mary were wearing, held on by black lacy garters with a pink bow.
The lacy elastic of their little lacy black bloomer shorts stopped just above the garter on their legs and at their waist just below the corset, leaving inches of creamy flesh exposed at either end. As Linda swung her bent knee a little, the men could see glimpses of pink flesh and black curls showing through a slit in the crotch of her shorts. Mary was standing next to one of the tables, slowly shuffling a deck of cards. Her corset was different in its design, with hook and eye clasps, the top four of which were undone, causing her breasts to almost spill out of her top each time she shuffled the deck.
"Stick ‘em up, boys," drawled a slow voice behind the awe-struck men.
They turned to see Sadie and Katie standing behind them, pointing fake pistols at their backs.
"Holy shit," breathed Jon as the girls sheathed their guns and walked past the men into the room.
The sisters wore matching outfits, with gun belts slung low on their hips over a red-checkered thong. They wore a red cowboy hat over their shoulder-length straight blonde hair and red cowboy boots to match the thong. Little suede vests completed their outfits, ending just below their breasts with fringe extending down to their navels. The vests were held on with one string tied in the middle, allowing the inner curve of their pert breasts to be seen between the sides. Each side of the vests had "Sheriff" embroidered in gold thread. Underneath each "Sheriff", there was a sheriff's star cut out of the fabric, showcasing a hard pink nipple through each star.
"Heard you were from cowboy territory, Tex," drawled Sadie as she slid her arm around Katie's waist, "so we decided to give you a little taste of your home state."
"I think this is a definite improvement," Brian admired as he and the men stepped into the room, each man going towards his server for the night.
"Can I get you something to drink?" asked Rachel, leaning her elbows on the bar, pressing her breasts even higher as Daniel stepped up to the bar.
"I do have a powerful thirst," quipped Daniel, looking down at her exposed cleavage, "but I don't think alcohol's going to do the trick."
Jeff moved across the room, keeping his eyes on Linda, looking her up and down as she leaned back against the piano. Stopping in front of her, Jeff slid one jean-clad thigh in-between her legs, parting them as he leaned into her. Linda shivered as she felt the rough material slide against her pussy lips, exposed by the slit in her shorts.
"I like your choker," Jeff whispered in Linda's ear, licking the outside rim of it, sending little shivers down Linda's spine while trailing his fingers around the edge of her choker and down the quartz stone between her breasts.
"Thanks," Linda whispered back, feeling her juices begin to flow as Jeff moved his knee a little higher, rubbing it back and forth.
"Care for a game of cards?" inquired Mary as Matt approached.
"Strip poker?" grinned Matt, sliding his arms around her, trapping her arms between their two bodies, pushing her breasts together and causing the right one to slip out of the corset.
"Maybe later, after dinner and the show," suggested Mary, purposefully pushing away on his chest and squirming in his arms, allowing the other breast to slip out as well.
"I like the preview you're giving me," admired Matt, bending his head to take a hard nipple into his mouth.
"D'you mean to tell me," Katie asked Brian as he and Jon closed in on her and Sadie, "that they don't dress like this in Texas all the time?"
"No," answered Brian, his fingers flitting over Sadie's abdomen as he played with the fringe on her vest, "only on very special occasions."
"Doesn't your birthday count as a special occasion?" Sadie wanted to know, releasing her sister's waist to loop her arms around Brian's neck, causing the vest to ride up, exposing the under curve of her breasts.
"I'd say it's real special," answered John, his left hand already cupping Katie's ass while his right thumb gently massaged her exposed nipple.
"Mmmmm," moaned Katie as John rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipple, laying her head on his shoulder. "That feels so good."
John ran his finger underneath the strap of Katie's thong, sliding down over her butt cheeks, between her legs, and, testing her wetness, slid his finger deep inside of her.
"How about when I do that?" he asked, grinning, as Katie dug her nails into his shoulders while he slid his finger in and out of her.
