A few hours later…

Rachel, the barely legal teenage wet dream walks through the elevator. Behind her is a gorgeous dirty blonde girl. The dirty blonde is in “street clothes”. Her baggy oversize t-shirt tries to hide her perky 34C tits but can’t. The shirt clings to her hard nipples. I guess the club is chilly. As she walk forward I notice she is wearing short shorts. The shorts hide under her large shirt making it look like she is just wearing the shirt. Her knee high stripe white and blue 70s socks doesn’t hide the fact that her legs are tone and sexy.

I take a sip of my Johnny Blue. I let the drink cool my tongue.

The dirty blonde walk towards me.

Dirty blonde: “I hear you’ve been waiting for me.”

She stop before me. I look her up and down. Her long dirty blonde hair falls before her.

Dirty blonde: “Just in case you don’t know my name. My name is Samantha. You can call me Sam. Let me get dress and I’ll come back.”

Sam turns and walks towards the elevator door.

Rachel blocks her way gently pushing Sam against the table.

Sam: “Hi Rachel.”

Rachel kiss Sam.

Rachel: “Hi, Sam. Our Boss doesn’t like to wait.”

Sam: “Boss? Emily…”

Rachel: “Shhhhh…Sam…Let’s show the Boss a good time.”

Sam finally notice me. I continue to enjoy the lesbian play. Sam looks up at me. Rachel is buried in Sam’s 34C tits.

Sam: “So Boss. What can I…we do for you?”