Might as well party

Trying to stop Kat and Usha might have been a great idea... if Rick wasn't pretty sure the black hat guys would have his photo. Just hanging in the same bar as them wouldn't raise suspicion but getting in their faces and trying to take away their girls definitely would. All he could do was hope that Kat and Usha weren't in as much trouble as he feared they were and report the situation to the police if they didn't show up the next morning.

"Night is young," he lied to Tanya. "Let's party on."

Tanya's apartment was the closest, so the partiers were heading there. Rick bundled in Tanya's back seat between Donna and a woman named Charlotte, both of whom were wearing short skirts that showed a ton of thigh and no panties... although he'd definitely felt Donna's panties when they'd been dancing. Apparently Donna, at least, was getting ready for the party.

"You ever think about becoming a professional dancer?" Donna asked. "You have some hot moves."

"Damn straight," Tanya shouted from the front seat. Tanya was a twenty-something African-American woman with a great pair of tits and a face that should have been modeling rather than wasting time in some office job. Charlotte was Anglo, with short dark hair and if she weighed a hundred pounds, Rick would need to turn in his weight-guesser's license. The woman was tiny. She was about the same age as Donna, but apparently both of them were intent on proving that hitting the big 40 didn't have to slow women down.

"Lots of dancers are gay," Charlotte announced as she ran a hand over Rick's crotch. "It's like some sort of torture for women... get us all worked up by dancing and then, when it comes to performance, they go after each other rather than us girls. You going to be like that, Rick?"

"Wasn't my plan," he admitted.

"That's good," Tanya announced. "'Cause it ain't our plan either."

"Ah, how big a party did you say this was going to be?"

"I'm hoping for seven inches," Donna said. "But Tanya thought maybe eight."

Ah, that sort of party. "Guess it'll have to be a surprise," he said.

"Oh boy, I'm already surprised." Charlotte grabbed his crotch and squeezed all along his length. "Gotta get me some sort of measuring tape but I have a feeling we got ourselves a good one here."

"There is going to be more dancing, right?" Donna asked. "I told my boyfriend I was going out for more dancing."