you.'
She laughed, and said, 'Okay, go ahead and put them on, Sandra first.'
I put her on hold, and went in to tell Sandra that Lucy wanted to talk to her – and earning myself a confused look from Robyn. Sandra quickly went into the living room, and a couple minutes later, she swooped into the bedroom to tell Robyn 'You mom needs to talk to you.' Robyn got the message, so she thought, and quickly ran into the living room as Sandra started to laugh, telling me 'Lucy told me what you and her did when she got her promotion, and said we should do it again.' I laughed with her, and we'd barely stopped when we heard Robyn shriek her pleasure at the news, followed with a 'Sandra, you are*so* in trouble!', getting us both going again. We went back into the living room, and when Robyn saw me, gestured that Lucy wanted to talk to me again. When I took the phone, Robyn got a mischievous look on her face, and started to chase Sandra back into the bedroom.
'Nice touch – she fell for it*again*.', I told Lucy.
She laughed, and said, 'I heard. Somehow, I don't think the trouble Sandra is in is going to be anything she'll object to.'
'I expect you're right. So what's next?'
'Next, I'm going to call Sandra's folks, and let them know what's going on. They were fine with the girls staying with you, but I don't want to leave them out of the loop on something like this.'
'Good idea. And after that?'
'After that, I try to figure out where this is going, and with your help, how to fix it. Can you try to do the same, and we'll get together with my people and my boss after you get here, so that we're all working off the same page, okay?'
'Sure, be glad to. Uh, what makes me being a consultant official?'
'If you check your email, you should find a message saying that you've been hired by my company for up to three days at the flat rate of ten thousand dollars, for the purpose of determining if there are any irregularities in the computer system our client insisted these people use. The first day is the day*after* you fly out here, so you'll have three full days to see what's going on before you have to let us know what you think. If you can decide sooner, all the better.'
'Do these people know who I am, and what I'm supposed to be doing?'
'Not yet. Tomorrow, I tell them that you're a computer security expert, there to make sure that their system is secure, as our client requested. If asked, the client will verify it. We're going to play it down, so that you don't seem as important as you really are.'
'Sounds good. And what about the girls?'
'I've told them how long I expect them to be here, and that I expect them to behave, and why. They promised they would; but I'm counting on you to keep them reined in until you get here.'
'You've got it. Okay, I'll get them started packing, and I'll make arrangements to get to the airport on time.'
'Call Acme Limo – they're who we use, so if you just tell them it's for our account, they'll bill us and not you. I'll leave them a message, too, telling them that it's okay.'
'Is there anything in this that you*haven't* thought of?', I asked, teasing her.
'If there was, how would I know?' she asked, reasonably, before adding 'That's why I hired you as a consultant – you see and think about stuff that wouldn't occur to me. Now, you'd better get in there and save Sandra from whatever Robyn is doing to her. I'll get that message to the limo, and get things set up here. See you tomorrow, right?'
'Tomorrow it is. I love you.', I said, and getting an 'I know' before she hung up.
I went into the bedroom to find that Robyn had Sandra nearly in tears through the simple expedient of tickling her mercilessly. I thought about it a moment, and decided what to do: pick Robyn up (she shrieked in surprise), toss her onto her back on the bed (another shriek), and blow a 'fart' noise in her belly – something that invariably reduced her to hysterical laughter, just as it did now. A couple more 'farts', and I released her with tears of laughter running down her face. Her recovery gave Sandra time to get her wits back, too, so they were both reasonably alert when I told them to go next door, and pack some clothes for our trip. I emphasized that we would NOT be going to the pool all the time, and that we WOULD be known as people that 'belonged' to Lucy, so I expected them to pack, dress, and behave accordingly. That dampened their enthusiasm, slightly, but they were still eager to do as they were told.
While they were gone, I did my own packing: a suit, a couple pairs of khaki-type pants, sports shirts, shoes, underwear, and my travel kit of grooming supplies. To that, I added my laptop, a few adapter cables, and the electronic organizer I carried on business trips. I was ready to hit the road well before the girls got back with a small suitcase each. At my request, they readily opened them to show me what they were taking – the usual undergarments, a couple of summer dresses, reasonably modest swimsuits ('It*is* a hotel, and hotels have pools, don't they?' Robyn declared in justification), shoes, stockings, and a nice-but-not-fancy dress each ('In case we get to go out to eat', Sandra said). Each had also packed a small selection of cosmetics, as well as their anticipated grooming needs. Each also had a small package that I carefully ignored, knowing that they would take along hygiene products, as well.
I told them that everything looked fine, and that they should put their suitcases next to mine, in the closet. I also told them when our flight was, and when we'd have to get up to make sure we made it to the airport on time. They put their suitcases where I'd instructed, and showed me the outfits they planned to wear on the plane the next day – simple, but attractive, cotton dresses that would keep them comfortable.
I told them I needed to call the limo company, and let my customers know that I'd be out of town for a couple of days, but that I'd be back in a little bit. They nodded their understanding, and watched me leave the bedroom. Back in the living room, I soon found the number for Acme Limo, and asked to be picked up the next morning, telling them when my flight was. They let me know that Lucy had already called, and that the bill would go to her company. They also told me what vehicle would be there, and what the driver's name would be. I thanked them, and after hanging up the phone, went to my computer to compose email messages to my clients, letting them know that I'd be gone, and when I expected to return. I also gave my active client a status report, so they would know that there wouldn't be any delays in my delivery of the code they needed. That done, I set my email program up to give anyone else an 'out of town on business' response, and shut down the monitor, printer, and other non-essential hardware.
When I got back to the bedroom, I found that Robyn and Sandra had both taken their clothes off, and had started on what appeared to be a fairly passionate '69' session. It was both fun, and erotic, to watch them, so I didn't do or say anything to disturb them. When I knew they wouldn't have noticed me if I came through with a marching band, I got up off the corner of the bed where I'd been sitting, and took off my own clothes before sitting down again.
Robyn was on top, and the way they were situated, I could watch as each of them did her level best to make the other as hot and bothered as possible. My position was such that I had a slightly better view of Sandra licking and sucking on Robyn's labia and clitoris; but from the shine on Robyn's face, and Sandra's moans, I knew Robyn was giving as good as she got.
As I watched them pleasure each other, my penis began to get harder and harder. Finally, Robyn 'won' by bringing Sandra to climax first, continuing to lick and nibble on Sandra's clitoris even as Sandra continued to moan her release. When Sandra finally got her breath back, she turned her head, and saw me – I held my finger to my lips, and she nodded that she would stay silent. Then she smiled as she saw me stand up, and move over so that I was standing behind Robyn. A look of lust crossed her face when she saw that I was erect, followed by one of eager anticipation when she realized that I was planning on making love to Robyn – right above her face, so she could watch the entire thing.
I put my hands on Robyn's hips, and she didn't seem to notice the difference between my touch, and Sandra's. But she certainly noticed it when she felt my erection pressing against the outside of her vagina – she lifted her head from Sandra's crotch long enough to say 'Oh, god, yes! Do it,*please*!'
With a gleam in her eye, Sandra reached up to pull my penis down so she could take it into her mouth and lick it, getting me nice and slippery for my entry into Robyn. When she released it, it swung up, grazing Robyn's clitoris, and causing her to grunt in pleasure. I reached down and adjusted the angle, then began to press myself into Robyn – eventually sinking into her in a single, slow, continuous push that ended only when my scrotum was
