Not Mac ...

Brenda was somewhat startled once she got settled in. She didn’t see Mac, as she had anticipated. When Brenda refocused her eyes, she spotted another beautiful woman sitting directly across from her. What shocked Brenda even more, was that the blonde haired beauty was dressed identically as she was. The large diamond cutout, showed her toned, and tanned stomach, also sporting a large diamond belly ring, which sparkled in the low light of the limo.

Brenda was so entranced and befuddled, that she didn’t notice the proffered hand of the lady. “Nicolette. Nicolette Stefani.” Brenda snapped out of her trance, embarrassed at her lack of politeness. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she replied, shaking the hand of the lady. “Brenda, Brenda Hollingsworth.” Brenda accepted a glass of champagne from the lady before she continued talking.

“Mr. Machiavelli sent me to get you. He’s going to meet us at the restaurant. I’m his personal secretary, and he asked me to join you tonight. I hope you don’t mind?” Nicolette sipped her glass, and eyed Brenda’s reaction over the tilted crystal.

Brenda sipped at the champagne and immediately relaxed. Brenda began asking questions of Nicolette and her working relationship with ‘Mac’. She found out that she had been with him for almost four years now, and that she handled all his social and business appointments. She also indicated that every so often, he would treat her to a night on the town, taking her to a nice restaurant and some dancing. He had also insisted that she wear the outfit she had on, noting that he liked the way it looked on her. Nicolette also added that she thought the outfit looked splendid on Brenda also. Brenda noted that Nicolette’s bust seem to fill out the top better, surmising that Nicolette was probably a D-cup. By the time the two made it to the restaurant, the girls had finished two bottles of champagne, and were giggling and gabbing as if they had been best friends.

They met Mac for dinner and enjoyed pleasant conversation and great food. Brenda was again, taken aback by the change in demeanor. Mac was truly a gentleman the entire evening. He made sure the girl’s glasses were kept full of champagne as the two commanded most of the conversation. Everyone ate, commenting on how superb the seafood linguine was that Mac ordered for everyone. The two laughed and giggled over the scrumptious dessert, drinking more and more champagne.

By eleven o’clock, Mac had suggested they leave the restaurant and go look for some ‘excitement.’ The ladies agreed and they piled into the limo. They drove for nearly twenty minutes as Nicolette repeatedly told Brenda how wonderful she looked. Brenda politely accepted the complements, reiterating that Nicolette looked stunning also. The limo pulled up to a large glittering building shimmering with neon lights. Brenda did not recognize the club they pulled up to, but recalled reading about it. ‘ICE’ was considered one of the hottest spots in town, and you would always have a two hour wait to get inside. As they passed by, Brenda spotted the throngs of people lined up outside, waiting to get in. She was impressed as Mac had the limo drop them off at the door, in front of all the people waiting, and have the bouncers escort the trio right inside. The three made their way through the throng of people and were directed to a table on the second landing that overlooked the dance floor. A young, scantily clad waitress in s black spandex outfit took their order. Mac handed the waitress five hundred dollars, and told her to keep the glasses full all night long. She smiled gleefully and quickly spun to get some champagne. Mac took the opportunity to playfully smack her tight ass when she turned.

Brenda noted that they were slightly overdressed, yet not totally out of place. The music was loud and people were drinking and dancing, generally having fun. By midnight, the ladies were well tuned and getting into the music. Just then a giant machine blew a thick cloud of cold smoke onto the dance floor, enveloping all the bodies in a blinding fog. The beams of colored lights danced through the smoke as the bass was turned up, beating through everybody’s heart.

It didn’t take Nicolette long to convince Brenda to join her on the dance floor. Mac stayed behind and watched the scene unfold from above. The two ladies made their way to the floor, getting looks from every guy they passed. Several men put down their drinks to follow them onto the floor. The two danced together along the edge, slowly being **** into the middle of the crowd. The two girls danced with each other, occasionally teasing some men into thinking they could hit on one of them. They laughed and joked with each other as they continued to dance away one guy after another. They sandwiched one poor dude, who thought he was going to cream his trousers. They had their share of men purposefully ‘brush’ up against them so they could get a feel of their ass or tits. Brenda and Nicolette had no inhibitions grinding back against some of the better looking guys, feeling their raging rods growing in their trousers as they wiggled their ass, or pulled them close for a little dry humping. Finally winded and sweaty Nicolette pointed in the direction of the bathroom. Brenda nodded, feeling the urge coming on quickly. The two scurried off the floor and into the surprisingly empty facility.

After relieving themselves, the two entered the parlor and ‘freshened’ their makeup, quipping with each other. Nicolette stopped to stare at Brenda as she powdered her nose. There was a silent chemistry building all night, and suddenly the room was filled with tension. Brenda turned to face Nicolette, thinking something was wrong. When Brenda saw Nicolette’s eyes, she noticed the flickering flame dancing behind the aqua colored pools. Brenda found herself suddenly frozen in place, unable to move as Nicolette slowly raised her right hand and lightly brushed Brenda’s left cheek, grabbing a few wisps of hair and tucking them behind her ear. Brenda could feel the electricity flowing from Nicolette’s hand as the two became hypnotized by each other’s stare. With her hand still nestled behind Brenda’s ear, Nicolette reached back to hold Brenda’s head steady. She nervously closed the distance between themselves, fluttering her eyes as their bodies pressed against each other. Nicolette closed her eyes, pursing her lips as she pressed them lightly against Brenda’s. Brenda offered no resistance, surprising herself as she kissed Nicolette back. It wasn’t a long enduring kiss, just a fleeting press of the lips as if to ask, ‘is it okay to kiss you?’

Brenda was reeling! This was the last thing she had ever expected, yet it seemed so right! She could faintly taste Nicolette on her lips, and found herself wanting to lean forward and do it again. However, Nicolette pulled away to survey Brenda’s reaction. The two remained frozen staring at each other for another minute without saying a word, when Nicolette finally snapped out of the trance. She smiled proudly and confidently, grabbing Brenda’s hand, and dragged her back onto the dance floor.

The two now danced, focused on each other, bumping and grinding against the other. When guys tried to cut in, they simply brushed them off. They each knew there was something special building, yet the music was too intense to ignore as the bass altered their heartbeats, putting them in sync with each other. They now took every opportunity to ‘brush’ up against each other, stimulating one another further and further. About ten minutes later, the fog machine kicked in again, sending a cold blast of fog, enveloping the dance floor in a dense mass of white smoke. At that very instant, covered in a blanket of white, where no one could see them, Nicolette pulled Brenda in tight. She sealed her lips to hers and pressed her tongue forward. Brenda relented with no opposition, eagerly accepting Nicolette’s tongue as she felt her hands caressing her ass. Brenda moaned around the tongue, trying to signal her approval of Nicolette’s advances. The two continued their passionate embrace until the fog began to clear. The two regained their composure once more as Nicolette dragged Brenda off the dance floor and back to the table. Mac was sipping his champagne, smiling from ear to ear as Nicolette winked in his direction. They each grabbed a full glass and drained it, filling it again before Nicolette announced that it was time to go ‘someplace else.’ The trio left the club and headed back into the limo.