Olivia's wardrobe choice was inspiring

Rick cleaned up the mess Olivia had made on his massage table, replaced the towels with clean ones, and lit a scented candle to hide the smell of girl cum then headed back to the party to check on Kat and see how things were going.

He expected things to be much as he'd left them... drunk women dancing with each other and Usha's friends trying to make customers out of them. But one thing certainly had changed. Olivia was far from the only one showing off her tits.

"Come dance with us." Jan, his ex, and Eliza, Jan's sister, were among the topless ones and obviously among the drunk ones as well. Fair enough, they'd been the first guests here so they'd had plenty of time to get smashed.

Eliza grabbed one of his hands and Jan took the other and dragged him to the dance floor.

Rick had never been much of a dancer. Not that he hadn't liked looking at women dancing but doing it himself was something else. Jan had frequently complained he danced like he had a poker up his ass which had made him wonder why she'd made him dance in the first place. Apparently bio-DNA was still helping. Although the music was almost painful for his sensitive hearing, it made it easy to pick up the rhythm and he enjoyed far better control over his muscles than ever he had before.

The air was thick with the scent of sweating women, perfume, and pheromones, the not-quite universal toplessness, and Olivia's total nudity clearly wasn't just exciting Rick. Plenty of women were responding and Rick didn't think that meant they were lesbians. They were savoring the forbidden, the naughty, the chance to be away from those who judged them, who constrained them. This was Kat's dream... and Rick had to hope his pursuit of his own dreams wouldn't screw things up for his friend.

The song ended and a slow song came on. A few of the women drifted back to the wine table, some of the others simply kept dancing, but a bunch of them coupled up, rubbing their naked tits together as they slow-danced and grinded their way to pleasure. He'd once read that all women are part lesbian and it looked like that psychology professor might possibly have known what he was talking about... unlikely though that seemed from the psychology professors Rick had met during his college days.

"Slow-dance with us," Eliza insisted.

Both she and Jan pressed themselves close to him their naked tits yielding to the hardness of his chest, their breath coming fast from a combination of excitement and exercise.

He put a hand on each of their asses and pressed both women close to him. Damn, how often had he fantasized about a threesome with this pair? Could it really be time to deliver on that dream?