Becky checks on us

Our naked server Becky returned to our table. Her buzzed hair cut highlight the gorgeous lines of her cheek and jaw bones. Placing a hand on her bare hip she asks "Is there anything else I can get you.

Piya smiles deviously as she seems to be stricken with an idea. Calling Becky over for a whisper. I watch as Becky's gorgeous, toned naked body is leaning over my exquisitely dressed in a red number girlfriend explains this idea she had.

I notice Piya is riffling through her purse and pulling out a vial of a very familiar substance.

Becky leans away from the whisper to look in Piya's eye, "and that works? Like for real, it works?"

Piya enthusiastically nods, the warm orange light off candle shimming in Piya's long jet black hair.

"Well, can I have some too? I mean if you don't mind." Becky says

Piya hesistates, thinking about it for a second.

"It's not illicit is it?" Becky asks "I've heard rumors about this stuff from a girl I know in a college town a couple hours away, she said it works wonders but I've never believed her."

Piya assured our naked waitress it works and that "it seems to work better the healthier you are and the greater the attraction you have towards whoever you're with.

My ex, I mean it worked but it wasn't really anything that moved the needle. This time, with THIS guy" she indicates to me, "this stuff seems to be driving women wild."

"I can see that! Do you mind if I try it?" Becky asks again.

"Yeah, sure. Why not?" Piya says, looking to me for advice. I can only shrug, not minding the idea of a unique gorgeous woman wants to share time with us. If she's naked even better.

"So that settles that," Piya says. "Three cups of tea and we'll dose with a bit of this." She turns to Becky "I cant imagine you not having the best and easiest time with this. You're so fit, and youre so pretty you could have anyone you want.

"Aw thank you, I just hope to find something like what you two have. You seem to have a really great relationship. "I'll go get that tea." She leaves and returns with three tea cups and a tea pot on a tray, setting it down on our table Becky asks "You don't mind if I join you do you?"

So there we were, two people dressed for an elegant night on the town, and the fittest, most naked woman in the world sitting around a tea pot.

Piya, leaning over the table and dumping the entire vial into the tea kettle, we talk and pass some time while it all steeps with the water. Piya and Becky talk about Becky's body, a lot. They swap contact information for Yui after Piya explains her school teacher friends new work out video endeavor. Becky says she would be more than happy to talk to Yui about it which makes Piya let out a squeal and a small hand clap that I've learned to be almost an compulsion she has when she finds something that can help one of the people she cares about.

When it becomes ready and I take it upon my self to pour everyone's drinks. Passing the cups of tea to each of us, Piya and I watch Becky tentatively take a sip from her cup. As she tries to lower her tea cup from her lips I watch as Piya gently stop her by pushing the rim back to Becky's lip. "Finish it quickly darling, it's better that way."

Becky gamely swallows the remaining contents of her cup and Piya and I throw back our drinks and we all chat as we wait for the effects to show up.

The conversation gets a little more flirty, Becky's skin constricts into goose pimples and her nipples start to swell. Piya's foot slides up my shin underneath the table before finding its way to my crotch. Her foot flexing and kneeding my crotch as we sit with the naked waitress in the private dining room.

Everything comes to ahead when Becky shatters the unspoken building up energy by announcing. "I'm horny as fuck. Let's go dance."

Piya eagerly agrees with a proud smile and a nod before the realization dawns on her. "Wait, can you go into the club with out clothes?"

Becky thinks about it for a second, running her hand through her buzzed scalp. "No... And they wont let me in with what I wore into work."

"What did you wear to work?" I ask, trying to suss out the club I know nothing about and the dress code.

"Sweats, a hoodie and one of my boyfriends tank tops." Becky answers before snapping to a realization of what she can do.

Without saying a word she leaves the table and comes back with the tank top and a pair of scissors. Throwing the massive tank top over our table she cuts about two inches off the hem of it then snips the ring of fabric into a belt. Then cutting four holes in the fabric around where her waist will be She throws the tank top on, covering her taught, muscular torso. Feeding the new belt through the holes she cut.

The new hem of her makeshift dress barely covers her ass, and covers even less when she cinches up the improvised belt. The fabric clings to Becky's dynamic lines, pushing against her breasts and every movement promises the chance that the fabric will fail to cover her up.

Piya steps closer, her body pressing up against Becky's, looking over her and compliments her new dress. "That's amazing, but there is one thing that'll take it over the top." And with that Piya grabs the scissors and cuts a V-shaped notch in the cleavage of the tank top.

Combined with her striking beauty, and unique hairstyle the "dress" actually looks like a high fashion choice. I absolutely wouldn't keep her out of the club back home.

With that Becky leads us through the back doors to the "VIP entrance of the club". It's loud and dark. Lights swinging wildly and strobbing as the music blares with deep bass rattling our bodies as Piya and Becky waste no time getting us to the middle of the dance floor. Their bodies pressing against each other as they negotiate space for the three of us.

Watching them sway to the movement of the music, their bodies shaking and rocking, brushing up against me and each other. Piya's exquisite red fabric and Becky's anarchistic cotton blend dress riding up against each others as all of our hands travel over each other. Rotating our attention from one of us to the next.

Piya's hands running through Becky's buzz as Becky grabs Piya's ass. Piya swings her ass across my crotch as Becky shimmies on the side of the two of us. Song after Song. The lights flashing and blinking into the dark. Piya kisses me as Becky kisses Piya's neck. I cant help but think how close Becky gets to Piya's "spot," the one Yui taught me about. Piya's hand reaches back and starts to rub Becky's pussy, her other hand reaching down and grabbing my crotch while me and Becky sandwich Piya, both of us pushing Piya's red dress up.

A while later, in between songs Becky calls us both to lean in to hear her make an announcement. "My god this is amazing! I have to get home to fuck my boyfriend while I'm feeling like this! Can we get a picture before I go?"

We all make our way back to the dining room where Piya left her phone. It is completely empty when we get back and I'm sure with out Becky we wouldn't of been able to get back in. We press together as Piya pulls out her phone to take a photo, then one more of Becky in her improvised dress. "That looks so good on you! But I think you're probably the type who could wear a potato sack and still look like a model.

I'll send you these pics right now."

"Great, thank you two for an amazing evening." Becky says before hugging and kissing Piya, then doing the same for me. "Stay in touch!" And, with that she Becky leaves us and exits through the kitchen.

I quickly reach to my phone to text Charles, wanting to get Piya back to the hotel as quickly as possible and we head out the same exit to wait for him. We stand by ourselves next to the intricately carved oak door in the alley way. Piya leans against the wood door, looking at me with a "fuck me" gaze, one leg propped up against the door, idly swinging back and forth, flashing up her dress over and over.

Feeling the moment as we wait for our driver I come in and kiss Piya deeply, grabbing her hip as I pin her up against the door. Our tongues sliding against each other as we lose track of ourselves. My hands slipping from her hip to her thigh and sliding up. My fingers rubbing her clit as we make out against the lighting of the doorway.

It takes more than Charles and his car pulling up, it takes him honking for us to get our attention. We break our embrace, if only for a moment to get into the car and greet our friendly driver. He asks us about where we're heading and how our night was as we climb into the back of the town car.

It doesn't take long before we start touching each other, kissing each other in the back of the town car Candace has hired for us. Piya unzips my pants as she kisses my neck. Her thighs rolling against the leather interior of the car seats as my hands push her dress higher up her thighs.

Without saying a word Piya swings a leg over my lap. Grabbing the shaft of my cock with her hand and guiding it into position as she lowers herself onto my cock.

The car rolling through the streets of Sydney as Piya begins to ride my cock, her hips lifting up and down as she works into the rhythm she needs. Her hand pushing up onto the roof of the car for balance as she starts to work me deeper and deeper into her while locking eyes with me. Her breath getting a little more shallow her movements becoming more frantic

After hitting a pothole she lets out a guttural gasp/moan and I move my eyes to check on the driver only to have Piya grab my cheeks with one hand, turning my face back to hers and locking eyes and moves to continue working my rock hard cock into her at the rhythm she wants.

We arrive back at the hotel and Charles awkwardly clears his throat before announcing we've arrived, getting out of the car and standing at his door with his back turned. I guess to give us privacy as we climb off each other and recompose.

"I'll be waiting for you in the room, love." Piya says as she tries to straight out her dress.

Piya is the first out of the car, giving a warm goodbye and thank you to the driver before she practically sprints through the lobby.

I get out after zipping my pants back up. Charles gives me a knowing nod and I give him a handful of money as a thank you for his accommodating service tonight.