“Umm…” I began, I glanced at Maya for help but she just looked at me with her big blue eyes, “Philanthropy!” I remembered.
He stepped aside and waved us through the door. We started up the stairs and a few moments later we were standing at an empty bar. To the side of the staircase we had just walked up, stood another tank of a man.
“Where does he find you guys?” I asked. Three booths were opposite the bar itself, all three had semi-circle couches arching around a circular table. At the far end of the bar was a dance floor.
A bartender then appeared, he was a little less tank like and more buff.
“The wi-fi password is the same as the magic word. If you ladies would like to take a seat, I will bring your drinks.” He told us.
We turned away from the bar and walked over to the first booth and sat down.
“This is a bit up market.” I said, Maya lifted her legs up onto the couch and laid back. “I could sleep here.” She said.
“Ladies, welcome!” Came a familiar voice. We both turned and saw Mister Caine walking out from a doorway next to the bar. “I’m so glad you decided to check out the lounge.”
“Are you the waiter?” I asked, Maya started giggling again.
“No,” he said grinning, “I am the owner. And after I’ve completed a short induction I will leave you to your night.”
“You what?” Maya asked.
The buff bartender then appeared carrying a tray, there was an ice bucket, two glasses and inside the bucket was a bottle of champagne.
“Your champagne.” He said setting it down on to the table. He poured us both a glass and stood nearby.
“Champagne in the lounge is completely free, however if you wish to drink something else then you will need to pay before you leave. The waiter will also serve as your bartender, he is exclusive to you, anything you ask of him he will do.”
“So if I wanna feel his muscles he wont report me for harassment?” Maya asked sipping from her glass.
“He is at your command.” Caine told us. “One other thing,” he started, “The magic word changes every weekend. Should you have returned next week with the old one, I would have been called to verify your identity before entering.”
“So how do we get the new one?” I asked.
“Once you sign into the wi-fi you will be asked whether you want to receive promotional offers, click yes, and the magic word will be sent to you every Friday.”
Maya and I both looked at one another with approving looks.
We didn’t ask what made us so special as to earn our entry, we both raided our glasses and drank up.
It was during our third glass that our heads began to feel a little fuzzy, we had reached our buzz and was beginning to think about calling it a night. “I feel so warm and fuzzy,” Maya said stretching herself out on the couch, the waiter looked over at us both as we spread ourselves out.
“Hey, waiter,” she called. Within two seconds he was standing at our table, both of us looking up at him enjoying our-buzzy-fuzzy-selves.
“I wanna see your muscles.” She told him. Without a moment’s pause he began unbuttoning his shirt, before he could remove it we saw the ripped chest and defined abs that he had been hiding.
He removed his shirt fully and balled it up before tossing it down onto the table.
He looked shredded, as though he was carved out of stone.
“Now you may refill my glass.” She said smiling.
“Waiter, why don’t you lose the trousers.” I offered, Maya’s head span around at me, “Oh my God, yes.” She exclaimed.
He set the glass of champagne down and put the bottle back into the ice bucket, he then un-fastened his belt and in a matter of moments, dropped his trousers to his ankles.
His thighs were as defined as his arms, he clearly didn’t skip leg day. As my eyes rolled up and down his body, they fell on the bulge in his Calvin’s. It was strange to me to see a man in this day and age to be wearing briefs, but I guess some can pull off what others can’t. Who would have thought that it took a private waiter to make me like a man in briefs?
I looked over at Maya, she pulled her eyes away from his crotch long enough to catch the stupid grin on my face.
It was then that another figure came into view, a man had just made his way up the stairs and into the lounge. He glanced over at us and gave us both a slight nod before taking a seat in the booth next to us.
As we went back to eyeing up our waiter, a female waiter appeared from behind the bar carrying a tray. On it was a single glass and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket.
Another V.I.P, I thought to myself. And he had a female waiter. What if Maya and I were gay? Would we of had a female waiter too?
I was glad we didn’t take our dance number to next level after all, because if we had, we wouldn’t be enjoying some pretty impressive eye candy while sipping expensive champagne.
I felt the sudden urge to get a closer look at our waiter friend, to feel his arms and run a finger over his abs.
“Waiter,” Maya began, “Wont you join us for a drink?” She asked, surprising me and maybe even herself. The same bizarre thoughts must have been running through her head too, I felt horny, hornier than I had ever felt and I didn’t know why. I didn’t normally feel like this when I caught a buzz, Maya looked at me and shrugged, she too must have been asking herself the same questions.
The waiter obliged and moved around the table on Maya’s side, I saw her raise her hand to grab hold of his ass but she stopped herself.
He sat down behind the table and between us both, he stretched his arms out across the back of the sofa and parted his legs a little.
Neither I nor Maya could take our eyes off of him.
Maya slowly edged herself closer to him, shuffling slightly up the sofa each time she reached for her glass, which she was drinking from pretty quickly.
A small voice in the back of my mind called to me, told me to order our Uber and go home, but it was drowned out by the other voice telling me to shimmy up the couch.
“So,” I said thinking of something to say that would break the silence, “what’s your name? Or shall I just refer to you as ‘Buff Waiter’?”
He looked at me with a faint smile, I could see Maya’s shoulder jolting as she laughed.
“Waiter is just fine with me.” He said. I pretended not to hear him and moved closer, Maya did the same and we were so close to him we could smell him.
“Sorry, what was that?” I asked, pretending not to have heard him.
“I said, waiter is just fine.” He repeated. Maya’s eyes were running all over his body and he knew it, he turned his head towards her and dropped his gaze. She wasn’t aware of where his eyes had fallen, as her own were transfixed in him.
“Pardon me, but earlier you asked to touch my muscles?” He said.
Her jaw almost fell off of her face, excitement had washed over me too.
She leaned in closer, resting on her elbow as she raised her right hand and began tracing his abdomen with her forefinger.
She looked up at me with a look of wonder on her face, causing me to get in to the same position and begin running my left hand across his chest.
“You’re so ripped, so firm.” I told him, “you must have so much discipline to maintain yourself.”
He turned his attention to me and brought his arm down around the back of me, he swept my hair back over my shoulder and explored my body with his eyes.
“You must know what that’s like, look at you.” He said.
Maya’s finger moved passed his naval and over his hip, her hand now ran down his thigh as she felt his quadricep. Bringing her hand back up and along his inner thigh she was heading for his crotch.
My hand moved down over his stomach and hip, I thought that if Maya was going for it then she wouldn’t be alone. Worst case scenario is that we both get thrown out of the club.
She reached his hip and hesitated, almost as though she was asking for permission. We had both watched as his bulge grew in mass. His fully erect cock was waiting just underneath the fabric of his underwear.
“You’re at our complete command, right?” She asked. We both looked up at him and he nodded his head, “Yes.” He replied.
“So,” I said clearing my throat and reaching for my glass, it was three quarters full, and I downed the lot of it.
“We wanted to see all of your muscles.” I finished.
Quicker than a hiccup he was on his feet, he turned on his heel to face us both and slipped his thumbs in between the waistband of his boxers.
Maya and I both looked at one another with lust in our eyes. Since walking up the stairs of the lounge we had been feeling hornier than I could ever remember feeling.
He leaned forward and bent over, pulling the boxers down his legs and stepping out of them before standing upright and revealing the rock hard mass to us both.
It looked perfect, it was long, smooth and thick. It ticked all the boxes.
He made his way back to where he was and sat back down between us, his arms came up and welcomed us in. Maya couldn’t hold herself back any longer, her hand ran across his chest and down to his cock. Gripping it in her hand as he ran his hand along the back of her neck, he held a handful of her hair and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately she responded the only way she knew how, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
I leaned back into the couch and opened my legs, I began running my fingers over my pink satin underwear. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, I found it even harder to believe how much I was enjoying it.
Maya stroked his manhood up and down as their tongues wrestled, his free hand came across and slipped into her dress to get a handful of her cleavage. It was seconds before he pulled her breast free.
He broke off the kiss to get a good, long look at her boob before pushing her head down onto himself. Her mouth opened and she engulfed the vast amount of his fuck stick. He looked over at me with bliss in his eyes as I moved my underwear to the side, showing him my ‘Minnie’.
Minnie was an inny. Everything was tucked away nice and neat, i even made sure to shave it bald before coming out tonight.
My middle finger slipped between my folds and I moved it up and down, I felt so wet watching Maya try and swallow his tool as he watched me.
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