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THE LADIES WHO LUNCH 1

   "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.
      


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  JENNY BLYTHE  VLBT40D@prodigy.com



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