“Bianca! I’ve told you that I can’t cheat on Danny! And anyway I won’t have sex for money,” she interrupted, certain that Bianca was about to offer her a chance to make some money whoring.
“Wait, wait. I know you won’t do a trick with me although I can’t see how it’s much different from the some of the things you’ve got up to recently. Anyway, the other girl who was due to join me has let me down and I can’t find anyone else at short notice who’s hot enough. This guy only accepts the best. I just need another beautiful woman to come out to dinner with us tonight and then join us in the bedroom. I swear you won’t have to do anything. You can even keep your clothes on. He always gets really drunk so he won’t even really remember that much so you can get away with doing virtually nothing. I’ll do all the work and you get a five-hundred quid. Please, Claire,” Bianca said persuasively.
In the end Claire only gave in because of Bianca’s promises that she wouldn’t have to have sex with the man.
“But I’m only doing it as a favour for a friend. I’m faithful to Danny and I always will be. And I won’t accept any money! Friends don’t do favours for cash,” she affirmed assertively.
Which is how she found herself at Bianca’s stylish Kensington flat that evening, making herself look as ravishing as she possibly could.
She’d chosen a tiny bright figure-hugging low-cut ruby mini-dress which she knew went beautifully with her shining auburn hair. The nails on both her elegant hands and adorable feet were painted emerald to match her sparkling green eyes. She’d chosen black floral-patterned hold-up stockings as well as a black half-cup bra and thong set which of course no-one else would see but made her feel confident and sexy. Her look was completed with patent red stilettos a delicate black shrug and a slim stylish black clutch purse.
“Oh, babe, you look absolutely stunning!” Bianca had greeted her effusively. “Good enough to eat!”
Of course Bianca looked eye-catchingly gorgeous too. She was slightly shorter than Claire but still of good height, with a lushly curvaceous body, full fat breasts and a generously rounded bottom by which men seemed hypnotised. Her smooth skin was a creamy-brown colour, her tightly-curled mid-length dark hair artfully piled onto her head in pleasingly gracefully fashion. Her amused brown eyes were wide, her nose finely shaped and her striking face was constantly set in a knowing merry expression as if she were about to laugh. She was wearing a cream crocheted dress that stopped mid-thigh and that hinted at white lacy underwear through its discreet knit. Thigh length cream high-heeled boots, a short fitted jacket and a large tan handbag finished off her outfit fetchingly.
After a few finishing touches to their makeup and a swift glass of pink fizz, the girls took a taxi to the West End, finding themselves in a the bar of a classily appointed multi-Michelin-starred restaurant.
Claire’s first sentiment on meeting the client was mild repugnance. Ali was a big man, over six feet tall and very wide, a bit like a rugby prop gone to seed. His eyes were darkly saturnine, hooded but with sharp intelligence and his mouth somewhat hooked into a pensive grimace. His muddy olive skin was scarred and pock-marked, his dark hair short and wiry but, she noticed, his hands, as they cupped Bianca’s flawless bottom, were huge.
Once he’d greeted Bianca he turned to Claire and hugged her to him as he kissed both of her cheeks. She could smell his sophisticated aftershave, something by Bois 1920 she thought, and felt the smoothness of his elegantly tailored navy Italian suit against her full proud breasts. Without breaking eye contact with her, he nonchalantly ordered a bottle of Cristal which they drank at their table while Claire blushed uncharacteristically at his attention.
As it turned out Ali, a successful property developer, was gracious, charming and witty. His range of conversation was urbane and profound. And his largesse, as he ordered a series of stunning wines to match the stunning food, was unbounded.
He appeared very attracted to Claire, his eyes lingering hungrily on her enormous breasts and profound cleavage and his hands freely stroking her arm or squeezing her knee under the table as he made an important or insightful point, causing her to jump tensely on several occasions. Despite this unwelcome attention, Claire played her part and smiled at him attentively as she found herself slowly warming to his charismatic persona particularly as she drank more wine.
In fact, as their meal drew to a close, Claire found herself somewhat light-headed, having imbibed a generous amount of highly-priced and highly intoxicating plonk. She managed to totter out of the restaurant though without stumbling or embarrassing herself.
As she was ushered into the back of Ali’s lavishly accoutred Bentley by his chicly suited chauffeur, Claire’s eyes widened at the sight of Bianca cupping Ali’s crotch as she kissed him open-mouthed and licentiously.
She settled into the plush leather to Ali’s right as the car pulled away, her anxiety intensifying as her friend deftly unzipped his trousers and adroitly extracted his long fat penis, already semi-erect. She looked around in panic as they drove smoothly through the streets of central London but of course no-one could see through the darkened windows into the car and the chauffeur seemed utterly disinterested.
Bianca was slowly masturbating her client as he nuzzled her substantial breasts through her stretchy dress. Were they really going to have sex here in the car?
“Oooh!” Claire exclaimed suddenly as, without lifting his head from Bianca’s bosom, Ali reached out his big right hand to squeeze her big left boob, caressing it vigorously through her dress. Bianca had said no touching! She reached up to push his hand away but caught her friend’s pleading look.
Against her better judgement and for the sake of her best friend, Claire sighed and allowed Ali to maul her boobs, mortified at the thought of what her boyfriend would think of such antics.
Despite her disquiet, Claire managed to compose herself enough to smile fetchingly as Ali sat up and turned towards her. She turned her head slightly as he leaned in towards her, disguising her reluctance playfully and allowing him to kiss her graceful neck.
“Bianca!” she mouthed silently in complaint to her friend as Ali squeezed her tits around his face and snogged her cleavage, murmuring contentedly.
Bianca shrugged perplexedly before whispering, “I know!” and plunging her lush ovalled mouth down on Ali’s sticky erection.
Ali groaned blissfully as Bianca’s tongue danced up and down his shaft; inspired by lust, he reached neatly into Claire’s low-cut dress and scooped her right boob out of her bra before beginning to suck enthusiastically on her small red nipple.