After literally months of trying to get our schedules to align, the three of us, D’arcy, Cassandra and I managed to get together at a nice Toronto hotel on the coldest day of the year, nay, the coldest day in decades. How ironic. Why ironic? Because on this cold cold day in southern Ontario we managed to engineer one of the hottest dates imaginable. We had the heat turned up, figuratively and literally for three hours of fun. I had already seen both of these spectacular ladies on multiple occasions solo, so I pretty much knew what I was getting myself into.
It all started with a rendezvous at a local restaurant for a spot of lunch. These naughty hotties had already duo’d some hapless bastard into oblivion earlier in the day and needed to replenish precious electrolytes, carbs and protein before having their way with the equally hapless JorgeLingus.
D’arcy had considerately asked me what I would like her and Cassandra to wear to lunch. I told her that one of my turn-ons is going out in public with a very conservatively attired escort, especially one whom I already know, and so know a bit about the dirty mind and willing flesh hidden under that demure exterior. Did they dress like that? Not exactly. D’arcy said she started out in the business lady getup per my wishes, but Cassandra had with her only a low cut blouse and tight mini which accentuated her perfect little booty and ample bust. D’arcy felt compelled to match, so we set off from the hotel with quite a cleavage and leg show going on. I was not complaining. Both of them looked beautiful. Sexy and confident, thoroughly modern independent women on their way to work, which is exactly what they were doing.
Let’s just say we caused a bit of a stir at the restaurant. The poor fucker who was coming out as we went in just dropped his jaw as he held the door open and drooled a spot or two, while his buddy looked pleadingly at me, his eyes saying “I don’t know what the fuck you people are doing here, but thanks for dropping by.” Yep. The hostess turned us over to the manager, who put us in a virtually uninhabited part of the establishment, so he himself could walk by time and again and perv over the eye candy on display. For our part, because we were in the empty part of the place, we did not hesitate to start planning our after-lunch tryst while drinking martinis and eating some pretty decent calamari and steaks. One of the reasons I love these women so much, and have seen them repeatedly, is that they are just FUN to hang around with. They both have acute intellects and finely honed senses of humour. As the booze flowed the conversation got louder and more sexually explicit. All in all, it was a fabulous lunch, and in the end I was delighted with the way my little minks had decided to dress.
VIPs read on, the rest of you either join up or rest assured that an afternoon with these nasty babes is exactly what you need to cure the wintertime blues.
