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I never go to lunch with Louis if I have unfinished work on my desk. I also never order vodka on the rocks with a water back when by myself but that's Louis' idea of lunch. As we sat down at the bar of the Polynesia, Keith, the bartender, just reached for the bottle of Absolut. Louis threw a twenty on the bar and I added mine to it. We left the change lie where Keith put it. I knew Keith would occasionally make a show of picking some of it up after replenishing our glasses but half the time he would forget. What's left when we leave is his.
"Well, it must be Tuesday." Louis was looking past my shoulder so I raised my eyes to the bar mirror to see what had caught his attention. Five quite attractive ladies were arranging themselves at a large table near the window. Mostly in their early thirties I would say, although one striking blonde was several years older than the rest.
A few minutes later, the waitress came to the service bar with their order and Louis caught Keith's attention. Tossing another twenty on the bar, he motioned toward the group. Keith nodded and after filling the order, picked up the twenty and put down change, holding back two dollars for the waitress's tray. As she delivered the drinks, she pointed toward us and the blond raised her glass slightly in acknowledging salute. The other four glanced over at us and smiled.
"You know them?" I spoke quietly with my attention on my glass.
"Just Mamie, the blonde. She my doctor's wife and a doctor of some sort herself, I believe. The queen bee of the group, she is. The others are her retinue. I've been introduced to two of them but I wouldn't say I know them. That's a new one to the queen's right."
As unobtrusively as possible I appraised the group via the back bar mirror. The four followers were from the same mold - medium size, medium build, medium good looks - probably PTA and little league. The one to the right of the blonde was slightly darker than the rest who seemed to be picking on her. At one point she flared up at them and they backed off. Catching my smile of approval in the mirror, she flushed in embarrassment and attacked her salad.
As tables in the restaurant proper became available, the bar slowly emptied until only the two of us and the table of women remained. The queen and one of her ladies-in-waiting made a trip to the ladies room and on the way back, her highness paused behind Louis.
"Why don't you join us?"
Without answering, Louis gestured toward our glasses and Keith topped them up. Picking them up we made our way to the table.
"Louis, you know Ellie and Sally. This is Millie and Paula." Her majesty looked at me questioningly.
"Oh excuse me." Louis nodded to each lady in turn. "This is Jack. He may not look like much but he's one of the sharpest aeronautical engineers in the country. And Jack, the gorgeous creature who invited us here is Mamie van Beaufort." He helped himself to the one remaining chair and sat down.
Mamie smiled at him indulgently and moved her chair sideways to make room for me on her right, next to Paula. The waitress appeared with another chair.
An hour later we'd all had a bit to drink and the party got a little noisy but Mamie kept firm control. At one point she refused Ellie another Mai Tai and Ellie pouted for a minute before rejoining the conversation.
Louis had everyone's attention with an account of ski conditions at Mammoth when Paula leaned toward me. "I've been challenged to get a date with you." She murmured.
"Some kind of sorority hazing?" I muttered.
"Something like that." She almost whispered. "I'm not one of the group until I can show I can get a man's attention."
"I think you're cheating by telling me this but we certainly can't let you flunk that test. May I take you home?"
"Oh no. We all came here together. We all leave together. It's one of the rules."
"So there are rules. That's interesting. Would you care to have lunch, say Thursday? How about Diamond Jim's?"
"No, not there. I'll meet you at the Burnside."
"Twelve thirty - in the foyer?"
"Twelve thirty - in the parking lot, around back. It's better we walk in together."
"Right. - Excuse me Louis, I missed that. Yeah I guess we'd better be getting back. It's been a pleasure, ladies - may we meet again soon."
I pulled into the Burnside at twenty past noon on Thursday but wasn't the first arrival. As I got out of the car and looked around, the window of a blue Chevy Capri rolled part way down and a dainty hand waved. I walked over but the door did not open so I went around and got in the passenger side.
"I'm relieved you showed up. This is a first for me and I'm all aflutter." Paula lifted her hands from the steering wheel to show they were indeed shaking. "Don't look around but Sally is in that white Buick in the next row. She has to report that I really do have a date. I'm not supposed to tell you that but telling has settled me down. We can go in now."
"Well, why don't we first give Sally something more to report?"
She turned toward me with a puzzled expression but immediately caught the idea and tilted her face up for a brief kiss. "Um, that was nice."
"Well, that's one for Sally." I ventured. "How about one for us?"
She looked at me quietly for a moment and then pulled my head down for a lip bruising smooch.
"Well, that should get you full membership." I quipped. "Or is more proof required?"
"No, that should do it." She calmly removed my hand from the soft curve on which it had so innocently fallen. "There's no degree of membership - although Millie does seem to assume some kind of seniority from claiming that she actually went to bed on the first date with her assignment. But that was before the appointment of monitors so we have to take her word for it."
"Sally is your monitor?"
"Right, but don't let on that you know."
I made no move to get out of the car. "After lunch we could go down and pretend to check into the Sunset Inn. That would give her something to report."
Paula sat back against the car door and regarded me speculatively. "That wouldn't work. We couldn't possibly have lunch and get down there before two or two thirty and Sally knows I have to pick up my daughter at three thirty. Anyway she'd certainly wait outside until we left and a little over half an hour is ridiculous."
Reaching forward, she switched on the engine. "And it wouldn't be honest to mislead Sally."
Driving slowly past the white Buick, she gave my knee a pat. "Let's just skip lunch."
At the Sunset Inn Paula stood calmly beside me as I registered then followed right along to the elevators. In the room she chattered on nervously as she disrobed. I wasn't paying much attention to her words. There was something unreal about the situation. With her back to me, she removed jacket, blouse and bra before turning to face me with a challenging look. I smiled my appreciation at a beautiful firm bosom and stepped closer but she stopped me with a hand on my chest. "This really is a first for me and I feel rather silly. I hope you'll understand that and help me through this awkward moment."
I stepped back to remove my jacket and shirt and then stepped forward to lift her up to bring her breasts against my bare chest. Closing her eyes, she relaxed somewhat as I carried her to the bed. Quickly I kicked of my shoes and while removing my trousers, underpants and socks in one jumble, placed my lips on her right nipple. Sighing softly, she raised her buttocks and slipped off skirt and panties.
My lips and tongue moved down over the firm round bosom and on down. She giggled when I stuck my tongue in her navel but as I moved lower she caught my head in her hands and brought me back up to her bosom. "Later," She breathed. "First kiss me and take me."
Tensing up as I entered, she opened her mouth and rolled her eyes upward, breathing shallowly.
I remained quiet for several minutes, moving my pelvis slightly to remind her I was still there, inside. Finally, the eyes softened and returned to look into mine. Smiling, she relaxed.
"Not exactly the gung ho woman of the world I had planned to portray." She smiled self consciously. "It really isn't that big a deal is it? It is pleasant though and now I've earned my star, let's enjoy."
Enjoy we did. No Olympic records were broken but we did scale some pretty steep peaks of physical stimulation. At no time did she attempt to imply an approach to climax yet she displayed exquisite sensitivity to my state. Toward the end, she took over control and brought me to her with a display of energy that left both of us gasping for air.
Cuddling up close she nipped on my chin. "From here on it just gets better."
"I'm pleased to hear there is a 'here on'." I smiled. "I wasn't sure whether or not this challenge you were given was a one time thing - a treasure hunt trophy."
"Oh no. From here on we can make of it what we will. I hope I can talk you into joining me often for this sort of activity."
"Sounds good to me. But you mentioned earning a star. Are there other stars, other assigned seductions?"
"Well, yes and no. Getting you to bed earns me my first star and there are other stars to be earned but no more seductions."
I kissed her lips lightly as my left hand investigated a warm, moist place. "Brownie points and merit badges?"
"You might put it that way." She laughed. "Anyway, I've just earned my first star and am entitled to show it."
As she leaned over me to reach for the purse she had left on the end table, she lost her balance and dropped the ripe little bosom onto my chest. I raised my arm to hold her there. "Mmm that's nice." I murmured as she slid a hand down to fondle my moist limpness.
"More of that later." She laughed, rolling off me onto her back and holding up the purse. "My merit badge, if you will."
She reached into the black leather handbag and removed a silver star such as is worn on the shoulder of an army general. Removing the keeper, she pressed the stem into the side of the bag but not until she placed a hand inside for support did the prong suddenly pierce the leather and pop in.
"That reminds me of my first time." She giggled as she attached the keeper, closed the purse and held it up proudly for both of us both to view.
"Very impressive." I commented. "Do you get another for each seduction? You might need a bigger purse."
"I already told you, no more seductions. There are three stars altogether and only one for seduction. You may consider it your star as it will always remind me of you."
"And what great deeds must you perform for the other two stars?"
"Well," She turned on her side and gave me a quick kiss. "The first star shows that I have reclaimed complete ownership of my own body, with full right to decide whom I allow to supply it with pleasure. The second star I get when I can demonstrate that I am capable of having an intimate, friendly, even loving relationship with a man without developing the possessive jealousy that can sour the sweetest romance between man and woman, married or not. To do that I must demonstrate that I am capable of sharing. That involves getting you into bed with my friend Sally."
"Whoa there." I interjected, "I've just been planning a long series of cozy sessions just getting to know you. -"
Paula placed a finger on my lips. "I'm very happy to hear that. I look forward to us being a very special item but don't you see the wisdom of establishing early that our relationship will not be exclusive. That's a pitfall to be avoided."
I lay for some time thinking on what she said and suddenly I had an intense desire to make love to this woman, completely and unreservedly.
Smiling as the object in her hand grew and stiffened, Paula closed her eyes and placed her lips against mine. "This time it's personal."
Paula was already late for picking up her daughter when we drove out of the parking lot. The white Buick was still there, parked near the entrance and Paula flipped it an OK as we passed. On the way back to the Burnside where I'd left my car I pressed for an early rematch but Paula was evasive.
"Later next week for sure but I'm due any day now. Let's get the meet with Sally out of the way, either Monday or Wednesday - actually any day next week but she'd prefer Monday or Wednesday."
"OK, lets make it Monday but as soon as you're clear - "
Paula silenced me with a finger to my lips. "I'll let you know."
"How do I get introduced to Sally?" I inquired.
Paula smiled. "You don't. She'll pick you up at the corner of Thirtieth and Pace. Twelve noon OK?"
"You had this all planned, didn't you?"
"More than you suspect." she laughed.
The assigned meeting place was a short walking distance from my office and the white Buick was turning the corner when I came within half a block. As it pulled to the curb, I opened the door and I was in before it came to a complete stop. Turning sideways in the passenger seat, I boldly scanned this Sally. Damn this looked good.
Blond and somewhat overweight with the overweight all in the right places, she was dressed in all the wrong clothes for a big girl but on her, it was breathtaking. The big bosom struggling to escape the frilly yellow dress was just begging to be kissed and handled roughly. The dangling earrings were not normal noontime jewelry but Freud could have a comment about them. The huge floppy white hat would have been in fashion back in the fifties but as I said, damn it looked good today.
Driving north for twenty or so blocks, she pulled into the basement parking of a high rise apartment building. In the elevator to the twelfth floor, she removed the hat and shook loose a bushel of corn silk hair and leaned her head to one side to remove the earrings - the sexiest, most provocative gesture I have ever seen. Opening the door to the apartment with a card key, she took my hand and drew me inside.
"I'll just be a moment, hon." She disappeared into a doorway to the right and a moment was all she took. Within ten seconds she was back. The yellow dress had been replaced by a yellow floor-length negligee hanging open from collar to hem, revealing the firmness of the unsupported bosom and more luxuriant blond hair framed by well padded hips and full firm thighs.
"Well, don't stand there like a dumb oaf." She laughed. "From what Paula told me about you, I expected you to be naked by now."
Her cavalier attitude was infectious. I stepped in and kissed her firmly, running my hands over the full bosom and then down to tug lightly on a tuft of the short yellow hair before dropping my clothes to the floor.
Sally laughed with glee at the sight of the revealed evidence of arousal. She deposited the negligee on top of my clothes and took my hand to lead me through the doorway to a room dominated by a huge circular bed.
I picked her up bodily and threw her to the center of the bed where I caught her again on the first bounce - or rather, she caught me. She met my attack with counter attack, laughing and writhing. I knew I couldn't last long at the pace but held out for maybe five minutes before surrendering.
"I give up. Take it all."
She wrapped her thighs around me and beat a tattoo on my ass with her heels as I emptied into her.
"Good, oh that was good." She panted as the tremors subsided. "I understand why Paula is so enthusiastic about you."
I suddenly felt very good about Paula.
We moved to the living room where Sally mixed a jug of martinis and we sat, buff naked looking down over the city. My fingers roamed over every square inch of the pneumatic figure beside me. Her fingers did some delightful things to my body too.
The martini jug was almost empty when she discovered a slight response from the object she was fondling. Dropping her head to my lap she soon resurrected a reasonable facsimile of it's former self and taking me by the hand, led me back to that big circular bed. At a more leisurely pace, we kept the session going much longer this time but the end result was the same.
"Well, does that earn Paula her second star?" I enquired. Sally's head was on my chest and my left hand was softly roaming over one of those fantastic breasts.
"I'd award her a whole damn constellation If I could. Yes, she has her star and the third one too I believe."
"How's that?" I enquired. "She didn't tell me all about the third star."
Sally sat up on the bed. "The first star is the symbol of Paula's reclaiming sovereignty over her own person - a declaration that no one owns her but herself.
"The second star she earned by sending you to me today to show her understanding that just as she is a sacred individual, so are all others never sole property of hers.
"The third star is awarded only by the recipient herself to signify that she recognizes and accepts the message of the first two - meaning that even though you've screwed her friend, she'll have you again. If Paula has that third star on her purse when next you see her, it means that she will be hoping for a little personal and tender attention from you. Don't disappoint her. - Silly me, I know you won't.
"By the way, I hope to see you again soon in my bed too. Today is worth a replay. - - But now fellow, it's time to get out of here, my husband will be coming home within the hour."
In the elevator I pulled her to me for one last kiss and a feel of that glorious bosom against my chest. A thought occurred to me. "I suppose that now Paula has her three stars, she gets the job of monitor for the next pledge."
"No, she'll be given that duty soon but only once and I wish her as much luck with it as I've just had. But she won't get the next assignment. The next man targeted is Paula's husband, Eric, so someone else gets to play second diddle."
I was a bit confused. "Targeted? You're saying that your lucky victims are not chosen by pure chance?"
Sally threw me a scornful glance. "Certainly not you silly boy. We only screw the husbands of our three-star sisters."
The full implication of the last remark didn't hit me until Sally had deposited me on the curb where she had picked me up and I stood watching the white Buick turn North on Pace Boulevard.
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