Getting ready and getting there

Amy arrives at your place a few minutes after you get home. She's carrying a dry cleaning bag covering a couple of dresses, and she gives you a hug of greeting.

"This is so cool!" she squeals. "A trip to Cancun, and now a party with rich men! Girl you are on fire!" You giggle and hug her back, pouring you both a glass of wine to celebrate. You spend the next hour showering and getting ready, preparing for the evening that you both expect to be exciting and entertaining.

As you get ready you tell her what you know of Mr. Chandler and Mr. Gavin, describing the powerful animal appeal that Mr. Chandler has.

"Mmmmm, he sounds delicious," Amy purrs. "I can't believe you didn't fuck him."

"You are so bad! Anyway, he didn't come close to making a pass, until he patted my ass when I left the office."

"That sounds promising," she laughs. "Did you get wet and creamy? I know what happens to you when a man slaps your ass!"

"That's when I'm spanked!" you blush furiously. "That was just a pat."

"Awwww, maybe he'll spank you later," she laughs, dissolving both of you into girlish giggles.

You choose a black spaghetti strapped dress, and wear your long dark hair loose but pulled to one side to accentuate your slender neck. The dress is cut low enough to show the rise of your ripe breasts, which quiver delectably as you walk or move. Amy does her auburn hair in a french roll, her black dress strapless and low cut to display a lovely pair of breasts. Not as full and round as yours, but very attractive. She's slightly taller, than you and every bit as pretty.

You've just put the final touches on your makeup when your buzzer sounds. You answer to hear someone announce that he is the driver sent to pick you up. You trill thanks into the phone, then you and Amy head out to catch the elevator to the lobby.

The driver is in uniform, a handsome man in his early thirties. You smile prettily at him as he escorts the two of you to a black stretch limo standing at the curb. He opens the door for you and helps you in, ushering Amy in behind you. With a happy sigh you take a seat, smoothing your dress under you, then look up to see that you aren't alone.

"Oh! Mr. Chandler! I wasn't expecting to see you," you say in surprise. He's sitting at the end of the curved back seat, leaving ample room for the two of you to sit. He looks very debonair in a tuxedo.

"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," your boss says, passing each of you a glass of champagne and raising his in toast. Giggling a little and smiling, you and Amy raise your glasses and clink them with his. You notice that hour dress has ridden up, giving him a lovely view of your stocking encased thighs. You give him a shy smile and adjust your dress, tugging it down a little.

"This was so nice of Mr. Gavin to invite us," you say. "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," he smiles, then turns his attention to your friend. "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 him a thoughtful smile, her lips red and glossy, her eyes flirtatious.

"Well, who knows what opportunities might come up," he says with an easy smile, refilling your glasses and toasting your beauty again. The limo purrs through the evening, the ride smooth and quiet. You both smile and drink the champagne, giggling a bit as the bubbles tickle you.

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

"And it will only get better," he smiles, topping up your glasses again. The bottle is empty, and he opens another as he openly admires the two of you.

"To a range of new opportunities," he toasts, raising his glass and smiling at you. Your dress has ridden up again, exposing the black lacy tops of your stockings. You see him noticing and you grin impishly at him, wriggling it back down.

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

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

"Girls who don't behave are so much more fun," he says, smiling and pouring more champagne. The two of you giggle as they sip, both of you wriggling a bit to give him a view of your 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."

"Now who's so bad, girl?" you giggle, holding out your glass for more champagne.

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

"Most things," she answers, and the two of you giggle and bump shoulders.

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

At that moment the car pulls into a long curved driveway, and you look out the window at a large, elegant house set in a manicured landscaped lawn.

"Wow, this is Mr. Gavin's house?" you ask in an awestruck voice. "He must be very rich."

"He is," Mr Chandler answers. "Very. Is that important to you, Lisa?"

Giggling, Amy answers for you. "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. Mr. Chandler takes your arms and escorts you up the stairs to the door. You're both slightly buzzed from the champagne, you realise, warning yourself to take it easy.

Jim Gavin opens the door himself. He's looking even more distinguished and elegant than he did this afternoon, and his tuxedo is immaculate.

"John, good to see you. And the delightful Miss Lisa," he says, bowing over your 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 both your and Amy's back he guides you in.