Shelley was practically thrown onto the bed by the others, who all crowded around her, kneeling on the bed and unzipping their trousers. They weren’...t going to waste any time, but I guess the thought of fucking Shelley had been on their minds for well over an hour now, since the subject first came up at the table.“Right then, you horny bitch, time to get on with it!” said Dave as he stood in front of her, taking off his shirt. “I needed some action tonight so I’m going to get it.” He pushed her. I decided to take the high road and when I got home I told her to get ready, that we were going out for dinner. She looked so surprised at me. ‘What brought this on?’ she asked me. ‘Well, you said I was like an old fart and I decided to wine and dine you tonight, and who knows. I might get lucky.’ She looked surprised but didn’t really say anything. We headed out to the dinner/nightspot that she always liked. It was across the road from the Green Grove Motel. When we pulled up, I saw her. Corey picked me up at my house and Jesse was already in the car in the front passenger seat. I scooched myself into the back seat of Corey’s beat up Volkwagen bug. We started off for the marina. Now at this point, I should describe the two women. My friend Corey was five foot six with dirty blonde hair. She was a part-time clothing model in New York and her figure was absolutely perfect. Jesse, on the other hand, was five foot eight and had long black hair, a luminously white skin on a body. Standing, still naked, in front of my open wardrobe, it's time to pick my outfit for the evening. I reject my usual combination of chinos, Oxford shirt and blazer. Tonight is a special occasion and calls for something sharper. I have a few nice suits, but which one to choose? Not the pinstripe, of course. Maybe the black Prada? No, tonight is not the night for Italian. The Christian Dior in glen plaid I bought in Paris last year? Closer, but still not right. Then my hand lands on the black.