Message-ID: <17372eli$9811192029@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: VLBT40D@prodigy.com (Jenny Blythe) Subject: ***THE LADIES WHO LUNCH 1 FFF/m*** Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <72b5pk$bi6$1@newssvr03-int.news.prodigy.com> THE LADIES WHO LUNCH "I can't believe you're taking this seriously," Georgia Jewell whispered. "Why not," Dee Dee Sayles replied coolly. The waiter approached with more coffee. "Yes, thank you," Dee Dee said. "Oh no," Georgia stammered. Georgia felt her face flush as she kept her gaze on the little dish of foil covered mints the waiter had set down. She could not help noticing the back of his wrist as the cuff of his short rode up. It was tanned and strong, covered with his blonde curls. How could this little strip of flesh send that hot a tingle down her back. The three women fell silent until the waiter was gone, watching him in the mirrors as he walked across the room. "God," Cheryl Harper gasped. "Imagine what's underneath that apron." The three women, two blondes and one Afro-American, ate lunch together every Tuesday at Bernard's. Georgia, a 42 year old green eyed blonde, was an important but obscure Democratic Congresswoman from Ann Arbor, Michigan. Dee Dee, a 44 year old green eyed blonde, was a secretary at the Nuclear Regulatory Agency. Cheryl, a 36 year old Afro-American with brown eyes, was a researcher at the Library of Congress. All three women had noticed the Jon, the tall blonde waiter. He was slim but with a good upper body. He had a nice butt, strong forearms and a neck like a wrestler. "He's beautiful," Georgia sighed. "But he can't be more than twenty- two." "He's twenty-four and he's studying for his masters in Nordic Mythology," Dee Dee informed them. Dee Dee took a bite of her apple brie tart. "He is a Nordic Myth," Cheryl sighed. "And he works this Friday night," Dee Dee said. Cheryl laughed into her cappuccino, spraying foam. Even Georgia started to giggle. "Well?" Dee Dee asked. "Well," Georgia paused. "It has been awhile since we've done it. Besides, remember, we gave up the game." It had been a year since they last kidnapped a man, with another eight months before that. Punctuated by one sorry attempt at trying to kidnap a man. "Awhile," Cheryl broke in with a giggle. "I'm so horny that everytime I see a hunk I want to snatch him." "So let's get back into the game," Dee Dee said. "You're both crazy," Georgia insisted lowering her voice. "How would we do it anyway?" "I have a plane," Dee Dee said quietly. "And a place." "The lodge?" Cheryl asked excitedly. Dee Dee nodded. "But he'll recognize us," Georgia pointed out. "He'll never see us," Dee Dee said mischievously. The three women bent their heads over the dish of foiled wrapped mints and plotted as the tall, blonde adonis busied his beautiful self resetting tables in the back. Business was slow on Friday evening and Jon left shortly after midnight. As he walke under the awning of the Woodson Building, grumbling to himself over his lousy tips, he was surprised by the large fishing net that fell over his head. It happened so quickly, so quietly, that he thought right away it was some sort of prank and started laughing and swearing. A black clad figure ran out from the shadows and grabbed the bottom of the net, pulling it tightly around his ankles. It was not a particulary scary black clad figure, however. Jon realized with a start that it was a female. Dee wore black stretch stirrup pants, a black cashmere sweater and a hermes scarf wrapped bandit style around her face. Jon barley had time to wonder who it might be when Georgia appeared from overhead, swinging like a gymst down from the awning and knocking intp Dee Dee who was trying to restrain Jon. "Oh shit," Georgia cursed. "Watch it," Dee Dee cried out. "Damn it," Georgia said. Jon kicked out at the net and fell. "Get his feet," Dee Dee hollered. "I'm trying," Georgia responded. Dee Dee and Georgia used their advantage in numbers to wrap the netting tighter, rolling Jon into a ball. "Oh damn," Georgia cried ouit. "I broke a nail." Jon felt feminine hands all over him. He saw a black limousine roar up to the curb jast as he heard a sexy woman's voice whisper in his ear. "Don't worry," Dee Dee said. "You're going to love this." The limousine stopped and Cheryl got out. She ran around to the back of the limousine and opend the back door then helped Dee Dee and Georgia bundle their catch into the back seat onto the plush velvet seats. Cherly slammed the back door shut, jumped back into the driver's seat and the limousine roared away with a jolt. Jon tumbled back against the seat and two of his feminine captors bounced against him. Jom smelled their perfume and heard them giggle. He raised his hands to push the net away and felt Dee Dee's breasts as she bounced into him, she had two of the roundest, softest breasts he had ever encountered. "Just do as we say," Dee Dee said in a sexy but determined voice. "And you won't get hurt." This demand was immediately drowned out by more feminine giggles. "Oh, Dee Dee," Georgia laughed. "You don't have to be so melodramatic. " "Shhhh," Cheryl hissed. "Watch it." "Opps," Georgia giggled. "Sorry." They had agreed not to use their real names. Jon strained to see in the dark. "Okay, what's going on?" Jon asked. "What's the trick?" "No tricks, honey," Dee Dee replied. "Just a treat, for us, and you are it." "Who are you?" Jon demanded. "Who put you up to this? Was it Mark?" "We were perfectly able to put ourselves up to it," Dee Dee pouted. "Thank you very much." "I don't get it," Jon said. "You will, baby," Georgia said. "This is the nineties, women take what they want, and we wanted you." Jon could feel Dee Dee's and Georgia's hands caressing him thru the fishing net and he found himself growing aroused in spite of the strangeness of it all. "We've been watching you, Jon," Dee Dee began. "And we've decided to borrow you for the weekend." "Borrow me?" Jon asked. "Strictly for our pleasure," Georgia said. Georgia slid her her her smooth fingers over Jon's lap. "Here, have a drink," Dee Des said softly in his ear. Jon felt a wine glsee raised to lips, thru the fish net. He recognized the scent as that of a red wine, Amador Late Harvest Zinfandel, a gorgeous dessert wine, only forty cases bottled. Well damn, Jon thought, if he had to be kidnapped, at least his captors had class. "Now look, baby," Georgia said. "We really want you to have a good time, but we are going to use a little insurance." Jon felt Georgia reaching through the netting. She found one of his wrists and snapped a handcuff around it. Jon protested by bucking himself up off the seat. Dee Dee's hand cupped his balls and squeezed. Dee Dee's touch was gentle, but the intent was clear. Georgia found his other wrist and clamped his hands securely behind his back. "Have some more wine, darling," Dee Dee said. Jon tried to take a drink thru the fish net but more of the Zinfandel spilleed then he he drank. He thought of saying somethingb but what? "Ok," Dee Dee sighed. "Off with the net." Dee Dee and Georgia got the net off of Jon. Georgia then took a black scarf and tied it snugly around Jon's eyes. As soon as Georgia secured the knot, she slid her hands around teh back of his neck, pulled his head forward and kissed him full on the mouth. Her body rubbed up against his. "Honey," Georgia's voice was breathless. "Do you want to ride up front and keep our drive company a little while?" "Sheesh," Dee Dee giggled. Jon felt Dee Dee move off the seat and climb over the front seat to the front of the limousine. "You just can't wait," Dee Dee giggled. "Can you?" "Wait?" Georgia laughed. "Why?" Jon felt Georgia's hand sliding his zipper down and felt his prick leap up in response. Then her felt her lips close around his penis. There he was handcuffed in the back of a limousine with a slight buzz from an incredibly expensive wine and one of his female kidnappers sucking him off. What could he do? These women didn't exactly seem like ax murderesses. Georgia locked Jon's penis in long strokes and flicked her tongue against the underside of his shaft, rolled her tongue around the soft tip and then plunged down, taking him deep into her mouth, Jon moaned, almost came but held back. A guy can't seem too easy. Georgia slipped off of Jon and peeled off her blue stirrup pants. Jon caught a whiff of her pussy, then felt her smooth thighs as she mounted him. Slowly Georgia leaned into Jon. He felt the lips of her cunt, hot and slipperly, slide up against his hard prick. "Ohhh, I knew you had a sweet prick," Georgia purred. "I just knew it. " Georgia continued to slide up and down, rubbing her clitoris against Jon as shamelessly as a cat in heat. Jon arched up but Georgia lifted her hips so that the target was just out of his reach. She stopped, poised with the lips of her snatch just barely touching the tip of Jon's prick. "Grabby, grabby," Georgia teased. "You're the prisoner, remember? You get it when I say you get it." "Who says I want it?" Jon sneered. "Your cunt can't be such a prize if you have to kidnap[ a guy to fuck it." Georgia slapped Jon hard across the face. "Bitch," Jon cried out. "Don't be rude, pretty boy," Georgia said. Jon thought Georgia was going to stop out of spite, but she began again. A slow slide, up and down, rubbling her clit against him. Finally Jon felt Georgia lowering herself down on him inch by inch. She pulled back if he thrust upward even the slightest. Once he was deep inside her, however, Georgia sighed with pleasure and began to wiggle in a slow, round motion until her legs tightened and she gasped with delight. Jon rammed her and shot his load so hard into Georgia that the handcuffs dug into his flesh and he passed out. - JENNY BLYTHE VLBT40D@prodigy.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----