Meeting at Meghan's

Before heading out, I make sure everything is perfect. My red dress is sinfully short and clings to my body. It also goes perfectly with my red heels. There's nothing underneath the dress, except for my little vibrating friend. I'm going to be running around town with my little friend humming, and no one will be none the wiser.

The plan is to meet at Meghan's place. I find her inside, waiting in a black dress that is about as revealing as mine. The Ebony goddess has long, slender legs, curvy hips, and a broad smile filled with pearly white teeth.

"Hey girl." Meghan says before giving me a hug.

"Am I first?"

"You sure are. Shall we drink to celebrate?"

"Nothing too strong. I want to remember tonight."

"Pfft. How long will that last?"

I roll my eyes as Meghan heads for her kitchen cabinet, pulling out a bottle of vodka. She mixes it with some coke before serving it up to me. With a shrug, I drink it as a short, curvacious Hispanic woman enters the room. The jeans she's wearing really show off her figure, and her open red top flaunts ample cleavage.

"Oh hey Clara."

"Hey. This is the right place?"

"Yeah. I'm Meghan, and this is Morgan."

"Pleasure to meet you." I say.

"So how do you know Patrica?"

"I work with her. You?"

"Went to college together, and we've kept up ever since."

"Cool."

That's when Sandy comes into the room, wearing a purple dress that goes to her knees, and shows off her massive mounds for everyone to see. Meghan pours the two girls a drink. By the time the drinks are finished, our fifth party member was here: An athletic Asian woman with short raven-colored hair. She has leather pants and jacket on, and both her hands wear tattoos.

"Hey guys." She says.

"Hey Penny. How's it going?" Meghan says.

"Good. Where's the lady of the hour?"

"Good question. We're still waiting for her."

"That's it?"

"Yeah."

Penny eyes the bottle of vodka. "Looks like you've found a way to pass the time."

"At this rate we'll knock off the whole bottle." Clara jests.

"Guessing you want a drink?" Meghan asks.

"Of course."

Meghan pours Penny a drink. After gulping it down, she walks up to me. "So what's your name?"

"Morgan. I work with Pat and Meg."

"Oh. Nice to know."

"Nice ink by the way."

"Thanks."

"So is it just your hands?"

"Nope." Penny removes her jacket to reveal the two-sleeves worth of tattoos on her arms.

"Whoa. That it?"

"No actually. I got plenty more around my body." And with any luck, I'll get to see them before the night ends.

"Fair enough."

"So what about you? You have any tattoos?"

"Uh, no actually, but I think they look nice."

"Well, if you ever want some, don't be afraid to call me."

"Oh, you're a tattoo artist?"

"Yeah."

"Nice."

Finally, Patrica enters the room. Normally she dressed rather conservative in the office, but tonight she's let her wavy black hair down and is flaunting her voluptuous body with a sky blue dress. She still wears thick-rimmed glasses, but I have no doubt she'll turn heads with her sizable breasts, broad smile, and bronzed skin.

"Hey guys." She says.

"And here she is." Meghan declares. "The lady of the hour."

"I'm not late, am I?"

Meghan shrugs. "Only by a few minutes. Still got about 15 minutes before the limo gets here anyway."