“Come on, this will be fun.” The brunette was
pulling her blonde friend toward him and his
chair.
They were planning to sit on his lap?
Scott shifted in his seat uncomfortably, trying
to avoid drawing attention to his growing
hard-on. Normally he didn’t have this problem.
But normally he didn’t have beautiful women
standing in line to sit on his lap, either. Damn
this was a good job! It didn’t pay much, but the
fringe benefits were excellent.
“Ho, ho, ho, ladies.” He swallowed hard, hoping
they wouldn’t feel his rigid hard-on when they
sat down. He didn’t know what to expect, and he
didn’t like not knowing. He was a planner, and
liked anticipating how things were going to work
out before they did. This was like opening a
door to a new world, a world full of unexpected
surprises; and, there was a curiosity inside of
him to see what was on the other side.
“Aren’t you going to ask me if I have been
naughty or nice?” It was the brunette who spoke,
in a sultry, sexy kind of voice. He bit his lip
as he felt that hard-on jerk to attention in his
lap. Thank God for all that extra padding. He
separated his legs to accommodate both women on
his lap.
The blonde sat on his right thigh, leaving the
other leg free for the brunette. The blonde
spoke. “Well, I have been naughty. Do you think
you’ll still visit me?” She wrapped one of her
arms around his neck, and he felt her fingers do
circles on his nape.
This was a dream, right? Please don’t let me
wake up.
Her friend’s comment just seemed to spike the
brunette’s competitive spirit. She sat on his
other thigh, snuggling into the crook of his
arm. Damn, if he didn’t like the way that felt:
two beautiful women on his lap, with hands that
wouldn’t stop.
“Naughty? I am afraid my sister doesn’t know the
meaning of the word.” The brunette whispered
near his ear.
