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you had to provide, well, a Sky Villa is a start.
    Megan was hot. She was a soccer player who
had small but perky breasts and a body that was so toned it would
have really pissed me off if she wasn’t such a blast to hang out
with. I was the opposite. My body wasn’t toned by any means but I
could turn some heads as well. My breasts were a perfect 36C and my
greatest asset. My long legs weren’t muscular like Megan’s but I
had her by six inches and loved to wear heels. Between the two of
us, there were very few men who weren’t interested in buying us
drinks and praying our beautiful faces would end up in their
laps. 
    Just after 11, John showed up. He brought
Mark with him. Mark was the front desk manager and clearly a
frequent visitor to the local gym. I was happy to see that I wasn’t
just going to be a third wheel. Megan and I continued to dance and
grind together. John and Mark quickly found good viewing seats and
the other guys who had been sending drinks our way and hoping to go
home with something in return quickly got the message and took off.
The bar was still packed but the corner of the club we were in
quickly became a VIP lounge as the bar staff recognized the two
managers and knew to keep the riff-raff far enough from us that
they weren’t annoyed. 
    Megan and I were very hot and sweaty and
ordered another round of shots since we knew that we weren’t going
to end up with the bill. We both took seats on either side of the
men and leaned over them to keep talking and laughing with each
other while replenishing our alcohol consumption. All intentional
of course. Women could sit next to each other, but it makes things
much more fun to have the men in the middle and your half exposed
breasts hanging over your date’s lap while you pretend you can’t
hear without leaning over so far your bra and part of your nipple
is exposed.
    Clearly we were getting their attention
because John and Mark stopped talking shop and just sat back with
their eyes getting wider as we leaned closer to one another, with
our breasts resting on their laps. John and Megan had a history so
John was a bit bolder than Mark. He slowly ran his hand along his
thigh until it reached Megan’s right breast. Then he cupped it and
pinched her nipple between his fingers. She just kept right on
talking but leaned across him even more, allowing his fingers to
engulf her small right tit. Mark was clearly enjoying the show but
not sure if he should make a move or not. I decided to let him stir
a bit. I reached over and fondled Megan’s left breast while
continuing to talk and laugh. Megan got up off the couch and sat
back down on John’s lap. John’s pants were already creating quite
the pup tent but when Megan’s toned ass was placed on his crotch I
waited to hear the zipper bust open. It didn’t. Not yet.
    Mark was also giving his slacks a run for
their money. I looked at him and smiled and then leaned over and
kissed Megan on the mouth. A slow, deep kiss with tongues exploring
each other’s open mouths made both men shift in their seats. Megan
began to grab my breasts in return. Although most other patrons
were far across the bar, John suggested we move the party up to our
room. Megan and I slowly stood and bent over at the waist to pick
up our purses and expose our asses and the color of our g-strings.
Then, we deliberately put one foot in front of the other, swinging
our hips in an exaggerated fashion while walking in as close to a
straight line as we could muster under the influence.
    In the elevator, we began to kiss and fondle
each other again, mostly because it was really fun getting the men
so worked up. I don’t know what it is about the idea of two girls
getting together but just about every guy in the world is turned on
by it, and if he’s not, he’s very, very gay. Ding. We stepped off
the elevator and looked back at the boys. They were standing at
attention all right! Both pairs of slacks straining against the
fabric and