Landing the catch

You sit back in the passenger compartment of the limo, enjoying the ride and your anticipation of the evening to come. Looking around, you see that the chilled champagne you ordered is in place, and all is ready for the start of what promises to be a thoroughly entertaining evening.

The limo pulls up at Lisa's apartment building, and the driver goes up to use the entry phone. You watch him through the tinted glass as you open the champagne, pouring three flute glasses full. In a few moments, he escorts two young women towards the car, both dressed more for clubbing than for evening wear, but looking delightfully sexy in a pair of little black dresses and high heels. You admire the sight of them swaying towards the limo, aware that they can't see you yet.

Lisa is in a spaghetti-strapped dress, her long dark hair worn long but pulled to one side to accentuate her slender neck. The dress is cut low enough to show the rise of her ripe breasts, which quiver delectably as she walks. The other girl has her blonde hair done up in a french roll, her dress strapless and low cut to display a lovely pair of tits. Not as full and round as Lisa's, but very attractive. She's slightly taller than your temp secretary, but every bit as pretty. You smile in appreciation and anticipation as the driver opens the door and holds it open for the two girls to enter.

"Oh! Mr. Chandler! I wasn't expecting to see you," Lisa says in surprise as she enters the compartment. You're sitting at the end of the curved back seat, leaving ample room for the two girls to seat themselves.

"I decided it would be more fun to take the limo than drive. Besides, this way I get to keep company with two beautiful ladies. That being said, a toast to both of you, and to a wonderful evening," you say, passing them each a glass of champagne and raising yours in a toast. Giggling a little and smiling, the two girls raise their glasses and clink them with yours, both of them smiling happily. You notice that their dresses have ridden up as they sit, showing lovely views of their stocking encased thighs. You admire the picture of the two pretty women, enjoying the picture of their happiness.

"This was so nice of Mr. Gavin to invite us," Lisa says. "Will there be many people there?"

"I think it will be a relatively small, but rather distinguished group. I think you'll find the evening entertaining," you smile, then turn your attention to the new girl. "Tell me, Amy, what do you do?"

"I'm in law school with Lisa," she answers, her voice melodious. "Well, actually I'm taking a year off to work and make some money. School is so expensive and, well, you know... Lisa got me hired on as a waitress with her, but I'm thinking of doing some secretarial work." She gives you a thoughtful smile, her lips red and glossy, her eyes flirtatious.

"Well, who knows what opportunities might come up," you say, refilling their glasses and toasting their beauty again. The limo purrs through the evening, the ride smooth and quiet. The girls smile and drink the champagne, Lisa giggling a bit as the bubbles tickle her.

"Wow, a limo and champagne and a party full of important men," she says with happy enthusiasm. "This is the best first day at work I've ever had."

"And it will only get better," you smile, topping up their glasses again. The bottle is empty, and you open another as you admire their beauty, your cock starting to stir in anticipation.

"To a range of new opportunities," you toast, raising your glass and smiling at the women, noticing that Lisa's dress has ridden up a bit higher, exposing the black lacy tops of her stockings. She sees you noticing and grins impishly at you, wriggling it back down.

"These dresses don't want to stay down," she giggles, then blushes and covers her mouth at the innuendo of her words. Amy giggles and lightly slaps her arm.

"You're so bad, Lisa. Honestly, Mr. Chandler, she just doesn't know how to behave," she says with a flirting smile at you.

"Girls who don't behave are so much more fun," you say, smiling and pouring more champagne. The two women giggle at your words as they sip, both of them wriggling a bit to give you a view of their cleavage.

"What about men who don't behave?" Amy asks with a grin.

"You tell me, Amy. Are misbehaving men more fun?"

She covers her mouth as she laughs throatily. "Sometimes. It depends on how good they are at misbehaving." It's Lisa's turn to lightly slap her arm.

"Now who's so bad, girl?" she giggles and holds out her glass for more champagne.

"Tell me, do you girls do everything together?" The two of them share a look and Lisa gives an embarrassed giggle.

"Most things," Amy answers, and the two of them giggle and bump shoulders.

"We have a lot of fun together," Lisa says. "We're like sisters from different mothers."

As she speaks, the car pulls into the long curved driveway of Jim Gavin's house. The girls look out at the large, elegant house set in a manicured landscaped lawn.

"Wow, this is Mr. Gavin's house?" Lisa says with awe in her voice. "He must be very rich."

"He is," you answer. "Very. Is that important to you, Lisa?"

Giggling, Amy answers for her. "Well, it never hurts."

The limo pulls to a stop in front of the door and the driver comes around to open it for you. You gesture the girls out first, then take their arms and escort them up the stairs to the door. They're both slightly buzzed from the champagne, you notice, smiling with satisfaction.

Jim Gavin opens the door himself before you have a chance to knock. He's looking as distinguished and elegant as ever and smiles a welcome at the three of you.

"John, good to see you. And the delightful Miss Lisa," he says, bowing over her hand. "And you must be Amy," he says with another bow. "I must say you two look positively stunning. It does this old heart good to see such pretty young women. Welcome to my home. Come in and meet everyone," he says, gesturing to an archway to the left of the entrance hall. Putting a gentle hand in the small of each girl's back you escort them in.