“Sue, you need to take the guys out. Get them their dinner, take them to the nightclub and then get them back to their rooms and put them to bed. Make sure they get everything they want. EVERYTHING!”
“Will do.”
“I mean it, everything. Put them to bed personally. You understand? Personally!”
I am a bit confused; it sounds like he wants me to go to bed with them. “What, you want me to do a Wilkins on them?” I am thinking back to the Judy Wilkins scandal.
“Yes, anything they want.”
I am really confused. We have never discussed anything like this. Now, I’m not a prude, I have slept with my share of men, including a couple of threesomes and one three on one. But I thought that we vowed to remain exclusive. “We have never discussed anything like that. When were you going to tell me?”
“I thought you understood. You organized it all.”
“I did?”
“Yes, dinner, dancing at the club and back to bed.”
“You’re not setting me up for a divorce, are you?”
“What? Where did that come from? No, just make sure you make them happy and get them to bed.”
“OK, you’re the boss. But we need to discuss this sort of thing in advance, I don’t like being blind sided.”
“Go, you don’t want to be late.”
I look at my watch. It is 5.45 and dinner is 7. “I have plenty of time to get ready.”
No response. I poke him, and he starts snoring.
Maybe it is the pain killers. He thinks something different than he is saying. I’m sure of it.
I have a shower, then debate what to wear. We will be at a night club, so I dress for a night club.
I pick them up at 6:45 get them into a limo, and off to the restaurant. I have a good budget; the team has the best. Then off to the night club. We arrive at the door, and the bouncer greets us, and ushers us into the club. We are set up in the VIP area. We look out over the dance floor and have a nice set of couches and lounge chairs. We have a round of drinks and then we all head down to the dance floor. I dance with all the guys and interpret for them when women want to talk. Several of the women suggest that they would love to go home with one or the other, and I tell the guys. But the guys are athletes, they don’t like the idea of strange women. They want girls they know are clean. At least that is what I understood through the noise of the music.
We party hard till closing at 2:30 AM. Now back into the limo. I tell the driver to show us the town on the way back to the hotel. The guys are all wired and a bit drunk. As am I.
Xavier starts things off by leaning over and kissing me. Ben tries to follow up, but just ends up laying on top of me, ‘accidentally’ fondling my breasts. Xavier pushes him back up, then Ken crawls across and plunks his arms on my knees. He pushes my skirt up and kisses his way up my legs. Danny does not want to be left out, so he comes over to start kissing the other leg.
Ben and Xavier are fondling my breasts and kissing me. OK, so I guess I am going to be doing a Judy Wilkins. I am drunk enough that it seems like an idea.
The driver is telling us about all the sights. Nobody is listening to him. By the time we get to the hotel, my top is off, and my panties are gone. I drag my top back on, and we get out of the car. I pay him and we are off to the elevator.