A bet

Surprised, you removed yourself from Elizabeth Olsen's pussy. "What's going on?", you ask. "Who is that?"

"That's Johnny. He was timing us to see if Lizzie could get me off in 10 minutes. I bet her $1,000 she couldn't, and looks like I won," said Rachel. You were flabbergasted at this. Like how the fuck does that even happen? And even still with the guy, how many people were in on this? Was it just him and them? Or were there others?

"And I would have done it, if this asshole didn't get in the way," responded Elizabeth, obviously displeased at the turn of events.

"No, you weren't, honey: your tongue is great, but I need a real piece of meat to get me off," replied Rachel. As she said that, you couldn't stop yourself from eying-up her body, wanting to be that piece of meat that would get her off. You couldn't help but look at her glorious nude body. Her perky tits, even at the ripe age of 43, held-up just as good as an 18-year-old. Combined with a nicely-trimmed pussy, it was one hell of a view.

As you were eying her up, Rachel figured-out exactly what you were thinking, and said, "Not gonna happen, stud. I have guests to entertain. You never know what the future will hold, though." Disappointed in that response, you turned to Elizabeth to find that she was already putting her clothes back on and seemed to not be paying any attention to you at all. You decided it would be best to let them be, and you headed out.

The rest of the happy hour goes fine. You meet a few new people, but no one of significant importance. As well you don't find any time at all to talk to Rachel or Elizabeth, as both are talking to everyone. You decide to head home and call it a day.