You're up for a challenge, sit and talk

Figuring Gina wouldn't have called you over if she didn't think there was a fairly good chance her friend would want to hook up, you decide to join the pair. The stool next to Gina is open and she pulls hers away from the bar so that you're positioned in a triangle, rather than across the bar, making it easier for the three of you to talk.

Before sitting down, Gina calls the bartender over and orders a round of shots, then initiates the conversation, asking you to tell them a little about yourself. You give a speed-dating, life history and end with telling them how you're currently working as a Massage Therapist at a local spa while you finish up schooling to become a Physician's Assistant.

You've found in the past that the detail about you being a Massage Therapist tends to lead easily into women making comments laced with inuendo, and Gina is no different. "Ooh, a Massage Therapist, Melissa. I bet he could do amazing things with his hands." she says to her friend.

Melissa's only response is to roll her eyes and shake her head at a friend, but the smile that forms at the corner of her mouth as she does so, tells you she might not be as annoyed with her as she originally seemed.

As this exchange is taking place, the bartender returns with the drinks, placing six shot glasses down on the bar top in front of your group. Gina is the one to disperse them, pushing two to you, keeping one for herself, then pushing the remaining three in front of Melissa. "Sorry, but I'm driving tonight, remember?" she says to Melissa, but not looking the least bit apologetic.

Melissa doesn't seem surprised by this, muttering "Oh fuck, it's going to be one of those nights tonight, isn't it?" before reaching for one of the glasses.

You're not sure if that was a rhetorical statement or not, but Gina decides to answer anyway, raising her shot glass and saying "Yeah it is!" before drinking her shot down. You and Melissa follow her lead, tossing back your shots next, which you recognize as chilled, Fireball whiskey. Happy that it wasn't tequila or some weird, fruity concoction, you pause to enjoy the feeling of the liquor warming your belly, then reach for the second shot glass and look at Melissa. She's shaking her head as if to clear it from the sudden rush she's just gotten and you smile as you think about the affect the next two will have on her. Not giving her a chance to rest, you raise your glass in a toast towards her and wait before she reciprocates the gesture, then down your second shot along with her. The third she does alone, and without any protest, with Gina congratulating her on finishing all three.

"So, why don't you two tell me about yourselves. How long have you been friends for?" you ask them now that the shots are emptied and after Melissa has had a moment to recover.

Somewhat surprisingly, Melissa is the one to answer, telling the story about how they met at work when they were still in their twenties, working in an office setting where the staff was mostly men or older women that were close to retirement age. Being that they were the only two women that were similar in age, they started having lunch together, and eventually started getting together after work for happy hours.

At this point, Gina interrupts and starts adding in more details to the story, telling you how the happy hours started lasting longer and longer into the night with the two of them regularly drinking more than they should on a work night and usually showing up at work the next day hungover. The two of them laugh at the memory of how unproductive they usually were until about mid-day but then Gina takes the story telling to the next level and begins reminiscing about all the men they used to hook up with. "You should have seen her back then." Gina says, turning to you. "She was soooo easy! Buy her a few shots and, if you were half-way decent looking, she'd be on her back spreading her legs wide for you by the end of the night!"

"Oh, you're one to talk!" says Melissa. "I don't exactly remember you turning that many men away. As a matter of fact, I think I remember you giving some random guy a handjob while sitting at the bar just because he bought you a drink!" Looking at Melissa, you see her eyes have a light, glazed-over look to them, a lazy smile has formed on her lips, and there's a flush to her cheeks, letting you know that the **** is starting to have it's desired effect.

"I only did that because you dared me too!" Gina says in her defense before laughing out loud at the memory.

"Oh god, we were such whores back then, but we sure had fun, didn't we?" Melissa asks with a big, shit-eating grin on her face. "What was I thinking getting married to that asshole and settling for just his dick?! It's not like he was even that good! I guess I just thought it was time to settle down and become a responsible adult."

"Well honey, tonight can be the first step towards remedying that mistake, and I think David here would be the perfect person to help you get back to your whorish ways. What do you think, David? Do you want to help turn my friend back into the dirty whore I remember her as?" Gina bluntly asks you, not wasting anymore time and getting straight to the point.

Looking over at Melissa, you see her leaning towards you, biting her bottom lip with a hungry look in her eyes. It's almost as if a switch has been flipped, and the woman who, less than ten minutes ago, didn't even want you to sit down with them, now wants nothing more than to jump on your cock.

Listening to these two talk about their previous conquests has already gotten you hard and you find yourself downing the rest of your drink and quickly agreeing to the proposition as you stand up from your chair. The two women finish their drinks as well then Gina calls the bartender over so she can close out her tab. Before you know it, the three of you are making your way out of the bar to the parking lot, with Melissa having a little trouble walking in a straight line and grabbing hold of your arm to help steady herself.

As you begin to fish for your keys in your pocket and veer off towards your car, Melissa holds tight to your arm, stopping you from getting away from her. "Why don't you just ride with us David? We can get things started on the car ride to my place." she says, obviously eager to get into your pants.

You'd be leaving your car at the bar with no guarantee that you'll be able to get a ride back to pick it up, but your mind isn't really thinking about that right now and you let yourself be led to Gina's car, Melissa's hands pawing at you the rest of the way there. Gina unlocks the car and gets in on the driver's side, while you and Melissa climb into the back seat.