Party Crashers Part 1

This is a two part story I wrote as a result of a request from a reader.  So I anyone has an idea for a story, even the vaguest notion of something they'd like to see please suggest either here or send me an e-mail at barrie125ca@yahoo.ca

“I don’t understand why we can’t be inside like all the other guys enjoying ourselves,” Cole complained for the umpteenth time to his colleague who was doing his best and failing to tune him out.

“Ok for the final time it’s because we’re the low men on the totem pole in terms of seniority, in fact to be technical we have none, being new to the company and still in training, does that finally clear things up for you probie!” Rick answered sharply.

“That totem won’t be so low in a few minutes,” a young woman smiled while her friend eyed the two men from behind an enormously large cake she was helping to push along.

“I’m Amber and my friend is Velvet and if you’ll just open the door we’ll deliver this cake, but I promise we come back with some icing for the both of you right away,” she smiled as she put her finger in her mouth.

“I need to see some ID before I can let you two in,” Rick answered his voice trying to sound calm while his heart raced.

“Velvet come over here a minute,” Amber said as her friend came round the cake to stand beside her.  
“Does it look like either of us has anywhere to put ID,” she laughed.

Velvet just had on pasties with swirling little tassels attached to them each about 3 inches long, her pasties strategically covering the areas men most wanted to see.  Amber was wearing a pink see thru Harem Girls costume with slits cut into the material all over it so her lightly tanned skinned flashed into view everywhere for seconds at a time when she moved.  The two men stared at the hardbodies before them lost in daydreams for just a second before Velvet’s voice surfaced them.

“You can do more than gape when we return, Boyd paid for the works for all concerned, including you two,” she cooed.

“Open the door probie,” Rick said as he tossed the key to him and he fumbled with the lock before inserting the key.

“I hope you have better aim when we return,” Velvet giggled.

 “Don’t worry probie, if you don’t she has a steady hand,” Amber added and this time they both laughed.

 “Shouldn’t we have checked with Boyd before letting them in,” he asked as he closed the doors cutting out the noise from inside.

“Exactly why and this is why I continue to call you probie.  She knew Boyd’s name how much more clearance do you want than that.

Amber touched her earring and lowered her head a little while Velvet smiled and distracted the men in the room as they wheeled the cake up to the front.

“There are eight of them, we’ll handle to two outside, these are up to you, enjoy.”

 The girls bounced out back toward the door, their bodies drawing looks as they went before reverting o the cake as blue, pink and gold bubbles started to stream out from it and into the air flying over the group of gathered men before bursting as they contacted the ceiling. 

 “I wonder who’s inside the cake?” Cole, forming known as probie said to his partner.  “Some of the female agents I can think off would be great, maybe Alex Chase or Sarita Gill or..”

“Whoa, your walking deeper into probie hell if you keep that up,” his partner said.  “You’ve never met any of those agents and except for the pictures you’ve illegally seen of them in the files when you hacked into them.  This is a stag, we may someday be lucky enough to go on an assignment with one of them, but for the time being you should stay in the boys department before trying on the adult sizes,” he mocked.

 A small rap on the inside of the door spared him further embarrassment to which he was grateful, he unlocked the door and smiled as Velvet and Amber reappeared.  

“Now guys its time to collect your reward for being so loyal to your friend in there who I’m sure is having a good time, but he has to share and you get our full attention,” Velvet smiled as she ran the palms of her hands up Cole’s stomach and chest before locking her fingers behind his neck as she began to dance. 

 Amber retrieved a chair from nearby and guided Rick into it and her into his lap as she swirled her hips about his manhood. 

 Instantly hard and excited they both lost their thoughts and tried to touch the women to which Amber and Velvet slithered away and wagged a finger each. 

“Now you know the rules boys, we’re allowed to touch you, but we’re off limits so if you can’t control yourselves, well that will just be the end of the entertainment for the evening and you can go back to guarding the door and listening to what a great time your friends are having and your not.  What’s it to be?” Velvet questioned. 

They both instantly agreed to behave, the girls smiled and began again this time more vigorous than before. Rick and Cole went with the enjoyment the two dished out, closing their eyes as the girls rubbed there silky sensuous forms against and about them.  Velvet released her arms from around Cole’s neck and twirled her sexy form around then bent over at the waist rocking her firm ass up and down against the bulge in Cole’s pants occasionally trapping it in her firm cheeks and taking it for a ride. 

 Amber stepped up from her exercise and languidly peeled off her sheer gauze top revealing the most magnificent pair of tits Rick had ever scene.  Firm and perfect they quavered inches from his mouth as she resumed the dance, he longed to dart his tongue out and snare one of her nipples, but the thought of having the dance end and her depart was not worth the momentary pleasure that would give him.  The stripper teased him with he perfume scented top dashing it across his face filling his mind with her exotic aromas before she wafted it into the air and guided down across his face then sealed her lips to his between the sheer gauze.

 Velvet turned around again and churned her womanhood against his pulsating missile as she ground it up and down and about as she danced and turned Cole about the hallway at will until the corner of her eye caught that of her partner, they winked at each other.

 As the bubbles continued to stream music started up from the cake, bass induced soft grinding stuff that all the men caught and captured in their minds as to the its one and only purpose.  Then suddenly the frosting layer of the large ornate pastry began to separate from the filling and slowly raise itself up in an unscrewing motion, like that of a lid from a jar.  Five brass poles pushed the frosting layer toward the ceiling and on each pole a woman of uncompromising body and beauty curled about the brass phallus in sexy poses.