A lot of interesting people

The dining room was a big room, dark wooden panels on the wall matching the high-class furniture, big windows with golden frames, matching the frames of the pictures on the walls. A very tastefull, classic dining-hall. As the two woman made their way to their table, they looked around, couldn't get enough from all the marvelous luxury. They were not alone though, as seamingly most other guests went to dinner at the same time. As the two women sat down, they started looking at the other guests specificely.

"And? Did you find someone you like?", Sam asked, as the waiter had left after taking their orders for drinks.

It was so exciting, sitting there in their sexy little dresses, on the lookout for the first person ever to potentially include in their naughty games. Or even just fantasize about it.

Lucy bend forward and whispered "to my right, your left. Do you see the two... black guys?"

Samantha tried to look without drawing attention to herself, only slitly turning her head.

The first thing she thoght when seeing them was the word 'huge'. Both of them had very broad shoulders, big msucular arms under their dark blue suits, a barrel chest undee the white shirts and equally muscular legs. Both of them looked like they were close to or even bigger than 2m in height and while Samantha didn't have any kind of experience with atheltic men like that, they had to be at least 130 kg of solid muscle.

One of the men was around 45, the second one looked a bit younger. The older one had a clean shaved head, which looked surprisingly good on him, and a trimmed beard. The younger one wore his black hair long, falling down to under his shoulders, well kept, and had a bigger beard, though still very well shaped and cleaned. All in all, he was of a rougher appearance, a mix of rugged and classy that could make a woman drool.

"Wow, nice eye, girl. You want to find out if the talk about black men is true?" She asked under a grin. "I can't blame you, those two look like could ride us for days!" She saw her daughter blush a little and giggled. "Ow, howe cute, why so shy? where is my naughty little whore from an hour ago?"

Lucy grew a shade darker, but apperently than decided that attack was the best defence. "I can't be you little whore. Since I never get paied for it." She replied, smilikg intriumph. But Samanthas lips parted for a devilish smile. "Well than maybe we should change that? How much do you think those two blacks would pay me if I walked over and offered you to them both for a night? Or even us both?"

Lucys eyes went huge and she looked at her mother in an adorable mixture of panick and barely contained arousal. She opened her mouth, closed it again, than opened it, without knowing what she wanted to say.

Luckily, the waiter came and took their orders. When he left Lucy had mostly regained composure. "Well mom, the question is, do you want to be a whore too, or would you prefer to be my pimp. Can't ve both", she giggled, excited about both ideas. "Says who?" Samantha answered. "Wow, look over there" she whispered and pointed with her head to the entrance.

A couple had just entered. The man was old, at least 60-ish, with a belly, fading hairline, soft round face with crinkels, moving with the calmeness of someone who had all the time in the world. His three piece suit was spottless, but old fashioned. A little golden chain, probably connected to a pocket watch hang on his vest. Next to this rich, old man, hooked under his arm, was the modt beautiful woman Lucy or Samantha had ever seen. She was at most 25. Around 1,80m in height, with long toned legs, who peaked out of her elegant cream-colored dress, that fell to her ankles, but had a slit on the siden almost up to her hips. Her wide hips and big boobs, gave her a beautiful hourglass figure. High cheek-bones, a sharp jawline, big blue eyes and a short, straight nose made for a face like a skulptur, perfectly matching her skin, which seamed to be of alabaster. Her red, seductive lips where like the literal chery on top of this panting. As she and the old man walked past the two womans desk, the clacking of the womans 6 inch heels out of cream-colored leather with golden metal- accents on it following her wherever she went, Lucy spotted quite a few heads turning.

"Speaking of whore" she giggled to her mother.

"Lucy!" Sam answered in playfull outrage.

"What? She is obviously a golddigger and only with him because of his money."

"Is that envy I hear there?" Sam grinned from ear to ear, as she saw hee beautiful daughter blush a little again. It happened quite freakquently if one set out to do so. And it was so adorable. Especially when it happened about harmless little things like admiting she liked someone, after telling her mother about her fantasy of getting roughly pounded from behind by a complete stranger with her hands cuffed to the frame of the bed and a belt wrapped around her neck, without changing a shade.

"Do you think she would be up for a little threesome?", she continued. "But I think I got to warn you. Something about her looks to me like we would barely be able to sit the next day"

Lucys shining eyes, bouncing back and forth between her mother and the gorgeous stranger, gave her answer before her mouth opened. "By god I hope so. That would be so..." she bit her lip. "We just have to hope the old guys doesn't have to join in", she laughed.

The food came, and it looked absolutely fabulous. However, not more so than the waiter. A few years older than Lucy, dark short hair, no beared, but a very strong, expressive face, spottless white teeth. An athletic figure in his uniform consisting of black suit pants and a white shirt. Big, strong hands, with two clearly visible veins on the back, disssapearing under his shirts sleave.

"Good evening. For the ladies... can I get you two beauties anything else?" He asked with a deep voice and looked each of them in the eyes, smiling friendly.

"Could you recommend a good wine for us? I am afraid I lack the experience when it comes to this sot of thing." Samantha answered and smiled back at him.

"Oh but of course. Since you both took the lamb, I can recommemd the Grange bin 95 Shiraz from Australia. A bit expensive, but definitely worth every penny."

"Wait, how did you know we took the lamb? We ordered at a different waiter?" Lucy asked surprised. The man looked at her and winked. "I take good car of my customers".

He looked back at Samantha. She nodded. "Yes, two glasses please, one for me and one for my daughter". The waiter nodded and left, but Sam caught him taking a peek down on her decolté as he left. "That one was cute!" She immidiately said when he was out of earshot. Lucy was still looking after him. "And even more so his butt" she mumbled, starring at mentioned cheeks, before they dissapeared in a door next to the kitchen.

"Until he comes back, how about the one right over by the kitchen?" Lucy asked her mother.

On the table sat a lone man, probably in his mid to late thirties. He was a bit shorter than most at around 1,75m, his short steel-grey hair matching his eyes and three-days-beared. He seamed fit, not nearly as muscular as the two black men who where still lost in conversation with each other, but leaner, compacter.

He sat leaned back on his chair, mustering people in the room. He held himself with superior confidence and even at that distance had an aura of calmeness to him.

Samantha had to turn around a bit to be able to see him. Right as she did, he noticed and locked eyes with her. She whinced a little ans quickly turned around again. "Welp, so much for beeing sneaky - she laughed, a bit embarressed of beeing caught - but yes, good eye! I definitely wouldn't mind calling him daddy!" Lucy, a big grin on her face, opened her mouth, but before she could answer, the waiter came back with two glasses of very dark red wine. He put them before them and made a small bow. "I hope it is to your liking. If not, or for any other reason, just ask. Though of course I would prefer if it was dor a positiv reason and not a complained" He chuckled a little. "I am so sorry Mrs., I hope I don't lverstep, but your earrings are a piece of art. They truly befit you!" He said to Samantha. She thanked him delighted, and he took of again. "Difficult question, him or the man at the kitchen?" She asked with a big smile from his compliment.

"Why not both?" Lucy giggled before taking a sip, careful, since she wasn't used to ****, not beeing allowed to drink at home. The wine was heavy, intense, complex, but as the waiter had promised worked very well with the strong flavour of the lamb. "Well he knows his wines" she acknowledged. "Hopefully he knows his women too" she winked at her mother.

Sam suddenly giggled and pointed her head at something behind Lucy. "Hey, how about we take the whole family-package"

Behind them sat a four person-family.

The husband seamed to be of Samanthas age. He had a small belly, on a big frame, broad shoulders, with clear signs of past times of athletisicm who hadn't yet faded completely, but peak phsyiscal form having had to make way for a lifestyle of a family man. He was still very atteactive though, his eyes gleaming with the fire of a man happy in his life.

The boy - who was clearly his son - seamed like a younger copy, hanving been gifted the lean body his father used to have. He was probably around 18 or 19, and as he was taking about something which seamed to excite him very much, he radiated the same kind of happiness and energy as his father.

The girl looked to be the same age, but that was where the similarities ended. She was small to the point of almost beeing tiny, had pitch-black hair that swamed to suck out the light around it. Her bronzed skin, high cheekbones and big dark eyes gave an exotic look, almost as one might inagine a fey. She wore a white blouse, that sat loose enough to hide the exact details of her body, but she seamed a bit more petite than Lucy in stature.

She listened to her brother talking, but Lucy noticed she was often times looking exchanging looks with her father and looking around the room as well. When their eyes met for a short second, Lucy felt like the other girl looked her up and down, as if she was checking her out as well. But it barely lasted for a second.

The wife clearly was who gave her daughter those exotic features. She had the same skin- and haircolour, and a similar face. She was bigger than her daughter, but smaller than Samantha.

The two women finished their meal and as they did, Samantha leaned back, grabbes her wine glass and emptied it.

"So, who do you fancy" she asked her daughter with a develish grin.