Moving in....

Steve and Scott watched as one of the waiters delivered the bottle of wine and gestured towards them as he set it down on the table. The girls giggled and smiled and Scott and Steve returned the smile. They got back to discussing business and women until they were interrupted by a tap on Steve’s shoulder.

Susan was the one who had the courage to walk up to the gentlemen and introduce herself and invite the two to their table.

“Thank you” she managed “that was kind of you to send us a bottle…”
“Not at all love, the two of you looked like you’d like to party a little longer tonight.” It was Scotty’s smooth reply that caught Susan by surprise. It was as simple as doing the laundry or taking out the garbage.
“Why don’t you join us; not like we can finish a second bottle of wine by ourselves now” she replied looking in to his blue eyes.
“Sure. What do you say Steve? Sound good? Help the girls out?
“Definitely. Good deed number two for the day eh mate?”

The three of them laughed. The gentlemen took their seats in front of the girls and introductions were made. Once the formalities were out of the way, they continued with small talk, getting to know what they did et cetra. During the course of this conversation, Steve didn’t forget to mention that they were celebrating the arrival of Scott’s newly acquired Porsche.

The girls excused themselves and left stating the much clichéd excuse we need to powder our noses. The men discussed the plan for the rest of the evening. Something to eat at the pub itself and perhaps head out a club. Might as well show the girls a good time before going over to inspect their apartment eh? At this point Steve declined the offer stating that he needed to be home after dinner. His girlfriend had made plans for them to watch a movie around eight that evening and he could not miss it. At least not for something like this, after all he did love her and it wasn’t right to ditch her for someone else – right? Scott nodded in agreement and sighed. Guess I’ll have to treat both of them then he joked. If Scotty knew the topic of conversation in the ladies’ room, he wouldn’t have joked at all.

The girls re-appeared looking fresh and the men unveiled their plan for the night. Steve insisted that he had to leave after dinner but didn’t mention his girlfriend. Perhaps we could hook up another day, he didn’t say. Once dinner was done they all declined dessert. Steve opted for a cup of hot coffee, before heading out to meet his girlfriend. Once he finished the coffee he excused himself, making it a point to give the girls a little peck on their cheeks before leaving. Scotty, unfortunately would have to handle the girls by himself tonight he thought to himself… lucky bastard

“Right-o-ladies, wanna take a ride in my brand new Porsche?” he beamed. His grin was the definition of what they call an ear-to-ear grin.
“Sure.”
“Oh! Yes, yes. We must christen it then…” said Cathy, a sultry look on her face.

Scott White could not believe his luck. Today was turning out to be a great day. The trio left the pub and headed out to one of London’s premier nightclubs. Entrance was a breeze, as the bouncer’s instantly recognized the handsome young man getting out of his handsome new car and walking hand in hand with two beautiful girls. Scotty discretely inserted a one hundred pound note in to the bouncer’s pocket as the three of them were let in. Standing at the bar the three of them were more relaxed. Scott had both his arms around the girls and they were now taking turns tasting the skin on Scott’s cheek. Many males at the club were looking in his direction, but he had no time for them, as the two luscious beauties rubbed themselves all over him.

As things got hotter and hotter, it was Susan who suggested that perhaps it was time for them to head of to their place and continue with the fun. They agreed and the three walked out of the club and within three minutes stepping outside the valet appeared in the driving seat of the Porsche. The man received a generous tip from Scotty who seemed to be in absolutely good mood. The drive back to the apartment where Susan and Cathy lived was rather eventful, to say the least. Cathy’s hands were busy stroking his face and chest, while Susan who was in the back seat managed to reach a hand in front and run it along his thigh. Scott pondered as to why the ride to work every morning was not as enjoyable as this. By the time he turned the last corner, Scotty had to work extra hard to concentrate on the road ahead of him and keep at least one hand on the wheel.